After pushing aside the lush grass, Fang Yingwu and Sister Lan returned to the road from the stream bank. Wang Lan listened to Fang Yingwu's advice and planned to go back to her parents' home for a few days. After all, her father and brother forced her to observe the law, and it would definitely take a while.
My son will not do anything to her, and there are no unpredictable risks for the time being.
And if her husband's family gets anxious, they might actually tie her up and force her to someone else's bridal chamber. This risk cannot be ignored, so it's better not to go back to her husband's family.
The two of them headed towards Zhonghuaxi Village together. In fact, Wang Lan didn't know why Fang Yingwu was still following her, but she didn't naturally refuse others, so she had to hold back her doubts and head forward, letting Fang Yingwu take his time.
Walk side by side with yourself.
All I heard was that Fang Yingwu was at a loss for words and was looking for something to say: "Your father has a very bad attitude towards me, but you need to say a few nice words to me."
Wang Lan remembered the embarrassment in the morning and resisted the urge to hide her face and run away. She stopped and apologized seriously: "My father scolded you this morning. It was his fault. It was also the slave family that caused you trouble. I can't apologize to you here."
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Fang Yingwu said nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's okay. God gives a great responsibility to this person, but he has to work hard first. I can still bear this!"
"But why did you come to my house then? Do you still want to go back to social studies?"
Fang Yingwu said frankly: "I want to gain fame, and now I have to prepare for the county examination, so I borrowed books from your father and went home to read them."
Fang Yingwu should have been able to recite the Four Books in the past, but his memory was confused after time travel, so he needed to borrow books to review. Rather than reviewing, it is better to say that this is a process of recalling. Otherwise, how could he do it based on three months?
Can you master the Four Books thoroughly?
Wang Lan has followed her father since she was a child, playing the role of a maid turning over books and polishing ink. She is familiar with social studies. When she heard that Fang Yingwu wanted to borrow a book, she frowned and said: "There are only a few classics in social studies, and they often
If you want to use it, it is not convenient to borrow it. Otherwise, the students will be short of books during class."
"Of course I know the situation, but this is a poor mountain village in Huaxi. There is no serious scholarly family. Where can I borrow books except social studies? Wang Dahu's home may have a few books to decorate the facade, but I will not go to him to borrow them.
Book." Fang Yingwu sighed helplessly.
Wang Lan didn't answer for a while, and the two walked for a while. When they were about to reach the village entrance, she suddenly spoke again: "You help me this time, and I can't repay you. I thought of giving you a set of books, but I just need it."
Take some time."
Fang Yingwu was surprised and asked: "What kind of book is it?"
"The Four Books and Zhu Xi's Annotations, aren't they necessary for the imperial examination?"
"Do you have a set of these?" Fang Yingwu turned around and looked at Wang Lan eagerly. Is it true that he couldn't find anything even though he was wearing iron boots, and it took no effort to get it?
Wang Lan nodded affirmatively, "Although I don't have it now, if I want to give it to you, there will definitely be one."
These words only made Fang Yingwu even more confused. He couldn't care less about his own future, "Sister Lan, stop playing tricks on me. What's going on?"
Wang Lan hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "I can write it down for you."
Fang Yingwu was very surprised when he heard this. He couldn't believe it. These days, women who can read are very rare, and those women who can only recite a few lines of poetry are often fanatically sought after as talented women or courtesans. As for those who can memorize and recite sutras in full, they are very surprised.
A righteous woman is absolutely unique among ten thousand.
Could such a strange flower appear in this isolated and poor mountain village? He quickly asked: "You said you can memorize the Four Books and Zhu Xi's Annotations?"
Wang Lan's eager eyes towards Fang Yingwu were instinctively unnatural, and she shrank back, "I really didn't lie to you. If you want the Five Classics, I can write them down, but I'm afraid I don't have enough time."
Not only could she write down the Four Books of the main subjects, but also the Five Classics of partial subjects? She should not be able to lie, and there was no need to lie. Only then could Yingwu be dumbfounded and speechless for a long time.
When Sister Lan was not married, she often followed her father, who was a private school teacher, in and out of social schools, doing menial tasks such as serving tea, pouring water, laying paper and grinding ink.
When Mr. Wang was lecturing, she stood in the corner and waited quietly, like a quiet little flower - which distracted and fascinated another teenage girl Fang Yingwu.
Could it be that Sister Lan was able to memorize the entire book of scriptures so casually? If that were true, ninety-nine percent of the students in the world would be so embarrassed that they would die of shame.
A very smart woman, but unfortunately she was born in this era, this mountain village, and is destined to be buried. I'm afraid even her father doesn't know her secret.
Fang Yingwu calmed down his shock and said with half admiration and half pity: "Light green flowers are blooming on the snow path, and small red buds are sprouting from the ice roots. It's such an unknown deep mountain orchid."
Wang Lan heard clearly, but her face turned slightly red, but she pretended not to hear, lowered her head and just walked forward.
But she finally understood in her heart that the person in front of her could no longer be treated as the little brat she remembered.
The two of them had not walked a few steps when they saw a young lady in a red coat and pink skirt emerging from the village. She was the eldest lady of the Wang family. At this time, her face was full of sadness and her steps were hurried until she saw Fang Yingwu standing outside the entrance of the village.
Mrs. Wang was happy at first and was about to call Fang Yingwu, but she immediately became angry again because she saw Wang Lan next to Fang Yingwu again, very close to him, and their attitude was very close and intimate.
Fang Yingwu had a premonition that Miss Wang must have rushed out to find him after learning that Wang Dahu had completely cut off their relationship with him.
But her eyes were filled with tears, and soon she shed teardrops as big as watercress and fell on the ground.
What should I say to her? While Fang Yingwu was thinking about it, Mrs. Wang suddenly raised her hand, took out something from her chest, and threw it at her hard.
Caught off guard for a moment, Fang Yingwu received a heavy blow on his forehead. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the thing, and when he lowered his head and took a closer look, he found a brocade bag with a strong fragrance. The brocade bag was heavy and opened from the cracked
The opening revealed a few silver beans inside.
Fang Yingwu immediately understood that Mrs. Wang was worried that the debtor he owed was poor and short-minded, so she ran out to give him money - the previous debt was owed to her Wang family, so of course it didn't matter to Mrs. Wang that she was happy to see it come to fruition.
She didn't take it seriously; but now that Wang Dahu had transferred the debt, Mrs. Wang began to worry about the person she loved.
Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu was a little touched and had mixed feelings. He was speechless and stared at Miss Wang wiping her tears, turning around and running back to the village. She felt the most uncomfortable for the beauty.
Wang Lan watched the whole process in his eyes and felt that Mrs. Wang was very pitiful. The other party responded: "Why don't you go and say a few words to her? You can still catch up with her now."
Fang Yingwu shook his head. If Wang Dahu knew that he had impressed Magistrate Wang and launched an attack on the autumn county trial case, he would not have treated himself like this.
"The slave family heard from my father that Wang Dahu disliked the village as being too isolated, so her family will move to the county town in a few days." Wang Lan added.
Oh? This is the first time Fang Yingwu heard the news. When he arrived in the county, his horizons broadened. At that time, Mrs. Wang would probably not have a unrequited love for him. Fang Yingwu spent a flower. I couldn’t explain the feeling in my heart.
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After sending Wang Lan home, Fang Yingwu stopped asking Mr. Wang to borrow books, and turned around and returned to his home in Shanghuaxi Village.
That night, Fang Yingwu had a long-lost erotic dream, which he let out in the bright moonlight in front of his bed.
I don’t know exactly what the woman looked like in the dream. I only remember that she had a graceful figure and was wearing a white mourning dress. Her breasts were trembling and very attractive... But why did her face look like Miss Wang’s oval face? Not Sister Lan.
oval face?
Fang Yingwu, whose mental age is over twenty-five, woke up from his dream and felt a little embarrassed. This must be the residual consciousness of the former Fang Yingwu!
How could he have the soul of a non-virgin high-achieving student with expertise in politics, institutions, and society from the Ming Dynasty to still have erotic dreams?
But when he woke up, he couldn't fall asleep because Fang Yingwu suddenly remembered a question. Before the county examination, he only had three or four months to prepare. If Lan Jieer copied the Four Books, Five Classics and Zhu Xi's Annotations for him, it would definitely be time-consuming.
Short. So how much time do you have to review systematically?
There is a way to do it, ask her to recite the meaning of the scriptures in front of him, listen to it and write it by herself, and review it by the way...
Thinking of the image of reading at night with red sleeves and fragrant flowers, Fang Yingwu felt a little commotion in his heart and felt a little yearned for it. But this is really a lonely man and a woman, and it is too immoral, and the feasibility is almost zero.
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