The next day, Ye Zhenzhen and Cui Weizhen got up early. After washing, they went to Fuxi Courtyard to see Aunt Cui. By this time, Cui Zhenduan and Cui Zhiming were already there.
"So early?"
Ye Zhenzhen looked at the two children in surprise and found that they even carried schoolbags on their backs. This was her new schoolbag, all in sky blue. There were many compartments in it according to the needs, and books, pens, ink, paper and inkstones had their own places.
, tidied up properly.
Cui Zhiduan expressed his merit with a smile: "Mom, I packed the books and study tools myself. After waking up in the morning, brother Zhi Ming and I went to the martial arts field to do a round of boxing."
"That's right, that's right. You need to persevere, but you can't follow your father's example of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days." Ye Zhenzhen rubbed her son's head and glanced at someone with a hint.
Cui Weizhen, who got up late today because he "punished" people too harshly last night, said: "..."
Aunt Cui ended her son's embarrassment with a light cough: "Okay, let's have breakfast quickly, so as not to miss the time."
The servants filed in with breakfast, and the table was quickly filled. Today's breakfast was particularly rich, and it must have been specially ordered by Aunt Cui to celebrate her grandson's start of school.
After breakfast, Cui Zhiduan, as a clingy brother, went to hang out with his sister for a while. When Ye Zhenzhen asked him to leave, he was still a little reluctant and asked worriedly: "Mom, I went to school, will my sister go to school?"
Will you miss me?"
Ye Zhenzhen: "...Don't worry, it won't happen."
After receiving a positive answer, Cui Zhiduan became even more depressed. In the past two months, he had been spending almost every day with his sister. Now that he had to leave her to go to school, he felt a little hard to leave her.
In the end, it was Cui Weizhen who warned: "Don't act like a child."
Ye Zhenzhen complained silently in her heart, her son was only six years old, wasn't he acting like a child? However, the child's father's words had an extraordinary effect, Cui Zhenduan immediately cheered up, kissed his sister on the face, and obediently put on his schoolbag and got ready.
Already.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Zhenzhen saw Aunt Cui's reluctant eyes. After spending more than two months together day and night, Cui Zhiduan was not the only one who was reluctant to leave.
She couldn't help but ask: "Mom, do you want to go with us?"
Aunt Cui hesitated for a while, but finally refused: "No, it's enough for you to send. There is no need to mobilize troops. When I have time in the future, it will not be too late for me to send more."
Ye Zhenzhen had no choice but to give up, because today was the start of school registration, and Cui Weizhen and she went to see off the children together. Logically speaking, Cui Weizhen alone was enough, but she also had to confirm the future class schedule, so she also went along.
The traffic situation in Mingzhou Prefecture is better than that in the capital city. It takes less than two quarters of an hour to reach Luming Academy in the east of the city.
The closer we got to Luming Academy, the more traffic became congested. When we arrived at the entrance of the academy, the entrance was already blocked by carriages of all kinds.
All kinds of parents brought their children to school. A rough calculation showed that each child was followed by two or three parents and a number of followers. This swarming atmosphere was even greater than that of later generations, and it made Ye Zhenzhen very nervous.
I was stunned.
I thought my own was exaggerated enough, but I didn't expect that there were even more exaggerated ones.
The door was full of parents who came to send their children to school. Not only Ye Zhenzhen was surprised, but the original members of Luming Academy were also a little confused.
A scholar in Tsing Yi was one of them. He asked his companions in confusion: "What's going on today? Why do so many little kids come to the academy? When did our academy become a private school?"
"Brother Zhao, you've been on leave these days. I don't know. Our academy has elementary schools starting today. I heard that this matter has something to do with our prefect." The man said mysteriously: "The prefect's eldest son is six years old this year.
In order to make friends with the prefect, our mountain chief took the initiative to open an elementary school in the academy and asked the prefect to send his eldest son to school."
"Master Prefect?"
The scholar surnamed Zhao raised his voice excitedly: "But Master Jingning Bo Cui?"
Cui Weizhen now has a mixed reputation among scholars. The reason for the bad reputation is that the reforms he proposed offended the interests of the powerful and aristocratic families and became a thorn in their side. However, he enjoys a reputation among the Qingliu people, who feel that he does not love power and cares about the people.
As for those scholars who have not yet entered the court as officials, their feelings towards him are complicated.
First of all, Cui Weizhen was very talented, and his legend of winning three yuan in succession was highly praised and looked up to by scholars. There were few officials who did not know his "Report to the Imperial Court", and all the scholars who were taking the imperial examination wanted his guidance.
Secondly, he petitioned and participated in the establishment of four Yunshan academies in the north and south of the Yangtze River. He was one of the founders of the Xumi painting school and enjoyed high prestige and popularity among officials.
However, the imperial examination was for the purpose of becoming an official. Cui Weizhen's previous reforms undoubtedly violated the interests they could obtain in the future. As a result, everyone's senses were complicated.
Of course, the scholars of Mingzhou Prefecture will feel more complicated, because Mr. Cui successfully cured the flood last year and saved the people of Mingzhou Prefecture from greater disasters. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is their great benefactor. Others
The local scholars could criticize Uncle Jing Ning unscrupulously, but they could not.
A reputation for ingratitude is unforgivable.
The scholar surnamed Zhao no longer had such worries, because he was one of Jing Ningbo's admirers. When he learned that the mountain chief had made this wise decision, he was overjoyed and quickly asked: "Shan Changba... Bah, make friends with the magistrate.
Sir, have you ever invited someone to teach us?"
His companion's expression suddenly became strange: "My lord has not invited us, but Mrs. Ning Guo has."
"Mrs. Ning Guo?!''
The scholar surnamed Zhao was so excited that he almost fainted: "Madam, are you going to be our Xumi painting instructor?"
Sure enough, his companions had guessed that he would have this reaction. Brother Zhao has devoted himself to researching Xumi paintings since he learned about it. Unfortunately, there has been little progress. Now that he has the opportunity to receive professional guidance, he is probably going to go crazy with joy.
He felt a little awkward and said, "But Mrs. Ning Guo is a woman, how can a woman be an evangelist?"
The scholar surnamed Zhao looked at him in surprise: "Brother Ling, how can you be so pedantic? Are you also a person who sticks to worldly views? How does it matter that Mrs. Ning Guo is a woman? Our academy ranges from the mountain chief to the teaching staff.
How many of you are people who follow the rules? If you have worldly views on Mrs. Ning Guo, I really can’t bear the scholarship money you receive every month.”
The companion lowered his head in shame.
Brother Zhao is right. If Mrs. Ning Guo hadn't put forward the idea of charity, the local governments would not have provided charity support to poor scholars. He was one of the beneficiaries. Without the support from the government, he would have gone home long ago.
Gone to farm.
"Brother Zhao, I am indeed narrow-minded. Thank you for scolding me to wake me up."
"You can correct your mistakes, but you can never do good."