Mrs. Zou put the blue and white porcelain cup on the table, signaled the maid to retreat, and then said softly: "Master, I haven't heard you mention it before."
Chen Weibin picked up the tea cup and took a few sips. The old god said: "Master Zhang, the prefect, only has one apple in his eye."
Mrs. Zou is smart, and after thinking for a while, she realized that Master Zhang's wife is from the Kong family, and Miss Zhang has reached the age of enlightenment. Master Zhang and Mrs. Kong both plan to send their beloved daughter to study at Qingya Academy.
Who would have thought that Mrs. Zhang disagreed and believed that a woman's lack of talent is a virtue, and that showing up in public is tantamount to losing her virginity.
The old lady also made a scene of crying, making trouble and hanging herself, which made Mr. Zhang lose all face and made the whole house laugh. However, the word "filial piety" was suppressed, so Mr. Zhang and Mr. Kong had no choice but to give in.
Chen Weibin's move can be regarded as an indirect expression of his attitude and position. He does not ask for Master Zhang's support, but only hopes not to be tripped up. When he thinks of his former master Liu Jian, Chen Weibin's eyes flash with a sharp look. A gentleman is very revengeful.
It’s not too late!
In the blink of an eye, September comes, and the autumn leaves of Jinjing sycamore trees turn yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up by the night frost.
The Lin family private school is a house with two entrances. The front is a place for reading, and the back yard is the residence of Mrs. Lin's family of three. From a distance, the sound of reading can be heard coming from the yard.
Li Shiyuan's face was filled with a joyful smile, and she touched Zhan Feiyu's head and said, "Xiaoyu, study hard."
Boss Zhan is still as old-fashioned as ever, but there is a smile in his eyes. Not only can his daughter go to school, but he has also earned face for himself. Boss Zhan has been out working these days, and everyone who sees him has to flatter him and praise him for having a baby.
Good daughter.
"Mom and dad, I will work hard." Zhan Feiyu nodded, and the cold war between dad and mom was over.
The three of them entered the private school. Boss Zhan had a straight face as usual, looking cold and serious.
Mrs. Li also restrained her smile because of nervousness, but Zhan Feiyu suddenly flashed his eyes and looked around.
There is a sweet-scented osmanthus tree planted in the yard, with lush branches, and facing the courtyard gate are three brick and earth houses, one is the residence of the servant Dong and his wife, and the other two are places for reading.
The children who have passed the county examination are studying and practicing calligraphy in the first room on the left, and the second room next to it belongs to the children of Kaimen, with more than thirty people in total.
I have never tried it in Zhandalang County, but now I am still sitting and studying with a group of enlightened children.
Seeing Mrs. Lin walking out of the house in a blue shirt and a bachelor's scarf, the three members of the Zhan family quickly said, "Master Lin."
"Follow me." Mrs. Lin nodded and led the three of them to the backyard.
study.
Looking at Mr. Zhan and Mr. Li who were so nervous that they had no where to put their hands and feet, and then looking at Zhan Feiyu, who had clear eyes and a chubby face filled with joy, Mrs. Lin's eyes were gentle and she said, "Let's become a disciple today."
Zhan Feiyu's eyes suddenly lit up, shining with yearning and expectation for studying and studying. This pure but passionate look made Master Lin nod with satisfaction.
Master Lin said loudly: "The "Book of Rites" says: The beginning of etiquette and justice lies in correct appearance, correct color, and correct speech. As the saying goes, first correct the clothes and crown, and then clarify the affairs."
Master Lin raised his hand to tidy up Zhan Feiyu's clothes. The first step of becoming a disciple was completed. Then he asked Zhan Feiyu to kneel down to the throne of Confucius, the most holy teacher in front of him, "Perform the apprenticeship ceremony, and bow...
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Zhan Feiyu knelt on his knees and kowtowed nine times, and then kowtowed three times respectfully to Master Lin who was sitting beside him, "Master."
"Master Lin, this is Shu Xiu." Boss Zhan quickly put the bamboo basket in his hand on the table, which contained the six rites for apprenticeship.
A handful of celery: means diligent and studious, and good at work; lotus seeds: lotus seeds are hard-working, which means hard work in education; red beans: means good luck.
Red dates: means getting to high school early; longan: means perfect merit; dried lean meat strips: to express the disciple’s thoughts.
The bundle of ten taels of silver was put in the purse and placed next to the bamboo basket.
Master Lin didn't care about Shu Xiu. He looked at Zhan Feiyu, who had a white and tender face and was solemn and respectful. He held a pen in his right hand. The cinnabar dipped in the tip of the pen touched Zhan Feiyu's eyebrows lightly. "Cinnabar will open your mind and your eyesight will be clear from now on." The heart is bright and the mind is clear.”
A smile appeared on Zhan Feiyu's face, and his plump and picturesque face was filled with joy. It seemed that all the gloom had dissipated, "Thank you, Master."
Boss Zhan and Mrs. Li, who were standing aside solemnly, also breathed a sigh of relief. They were illiterate and had a natural respect and admiration for scholars. When they thought that Zhan Feiyu would also be a scholar in the future, the couple felt uncomfortable with Rong. Zhan Feiyu Reading is the most correct thing to do.
After the apprenticeship was over, Mr. Zhan and Mr. Li left the private school with three turns.
Mrs. Lin led Zhan Feiyu into the house. The sound of reading books suddenly stopped, and twenty or thirty children all looked at the door.
The children in Jinlin Village were better off, but the children in several other villages were curious about Zhan Feiyu, a child prodigy who had been tested by the county magistrate.
In the past month or so, whenever people from ten miles and eight villages talk about studying and studying, they have to mention Zhan Feiyu. Everyone is amazed and amazed. Some exaggeratedly say that this little girl is a literary star from heaven who came down to earth. If he hadn't been reborn as a girl, he would definitely have been a top scholar in the future.
"Do you know how to memorize it?" Mrs. Lin's gentle expression turned stern. With a glance, all the curious children immediately shook their heads and continued to read.
"Xiaoyu, you sit over here." Mrs. Lin led Zhan Feiyu to the right side of the room. There were ten tables in a row, and the seats were all the Meng children who had just entered school in September.
"Yes, Master." Zhan Feiyu glanced at Shan Wazi who was winking at him, put down his small school bag, and placed the "Three Character Classic" he just got on the table.