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Chapter 074 Rhubarb Disappears

Mrs. Zhan did not go to the hospital in the end, but fortunately she could not speak.

The people in Zhan Feiyu's old house had no excuse to ask for the ten taels of silver, and could only watch as Muramasa took the money away again.

"I think Mom is crazy because of her fever. She doesn't even want the money she brought to her door!" Little Yao walked around the room angrily. For ten taels of silver, it takes a year to pull an oxcart.

"Mom, can you stop talking!" Zhan Dalang had a sullen face, irritably pushed away the chattering little Yao and walked outside.

"Dalang, where are you going when it's so cold?" As soon as the door opened, cold light poured in. Little Yao shivered, and just as he grabbed Dalang Zhan's arm, he threw him away.

Zhan Laoer sat aside and warmed himself by the fire, saying without raising his head: "Okay, Da Lang has been in a bad mood these days, let him go."

Speaking of this young Yao, he became angry again. He put his hands on his hips and cursed, "It doesn't matter if you don't go to Zhang's private school, Master Zhang still dares to kick Da Lang. If you go to private school, you won't be bullied to death!"

Thinking of the large bruise on Zhan Dalang's calf bone, little Yao felt distressed and angry at the same time, and his face turned ferocious, "A son from a scholar's family, how is he any different from a local ruffian? Talking about beating people.

Just hit people, not a mad dog!"

"If anyone hears what you say, Dalang and Sanlang will no longer have to study!" Zhan Laoer yelled and scolded, looking at the vulgar little Yao with a gloomy look, this stupid woman!

Little Yao was not convinced after being scolded, but looking at Zhan Laoer with a stern face, he opened his mouth and finally did not dare to scold him again.

After a while, thinking of the current situation of the Zhan family, Xiao Yao couldn't help but speak again, "Master, why don't you find a new private school for Da Lang? There is not only one in Shangsi County, but also what kind of business do you plan to do?

?Maybe we can make some money before the New Year."

"I'll find a private school for Dalang after the New Year. Don't worry about setting up a stall. I know it well." Zhan Lao Er planned to wait until the Laba Festival to visit Ma's home with gifts, and then we would talk about doing small business.

Zhan Dalang walked out of the house. The cold wind blew outside and he shivered from the cold. But he didn't want to go back, so he had to bite the bullet and walk to the leeward place.

"Hey, isn't this Da Lang? You're not studying at home and you're hanging out?" A mocking laugh sounded.

Zhan Dalang looked up and saw two people standing outside the wall of the Li family. It was a place where the wind couldn't blow, but where the sun could be seen.

"Brother Liu, Brother Zhou." Zhan Dalang said hello, but he envied these two people.

Liu Fu is the only son of Widow Liu. Her mother is a widow, so she pampers her son. He has never suffered hardship since he was a child. He can't study well, let alone work. He is seventeen or eighteen years old and wanders around the village all day long.

But Zhou Tian's life was much more miserable. When he was seven years old, Zhou's family had a fire, and Zhou Tian was the only one in the family of six who survived.

With the care of the village, Zhou Tian, ​​who grew up eating a lot of food from hundreds of families, did not develop a hard-working and hard-working character. Instead, he led Liu Fu, who was three years younger than him, to do some sneaky things.

Liu Fu chuckled and hooked Dalang Zhan's shoulder with one hand, "Da Lang, what's up? Your family has saved more than a hundred taels of silver now. Why are you still looking so grim?"

Zhou Tian's dark and thin face shone with light. He was in his early twenties and was too lazy to deal with a young man like Zhan Dalang. As for the Zhan family's money.

Zhou Tian and Liu Fu had been tempted before, but because they had too much money, they did not dare to steal a chicken or duck, take away a piece of clothing, etc., and at most they would be scolded a few times. If they stole hundreds of taels of silver, they would not dare to do so.

That means going to jail.

"It's not about money. My family is not short of money." Zhan Dalang's voice rose a little higher, with a look of pride on his face, "It's about my study. That damn girl Zhan Feiyu offended Zhang Xiucai and made me unable to

I’m worried about going to Zhang’s private school to study.”

He was scolded by Zhang Tianhao and kicked twice. Zhan Dalang finally figured it out after he got angry.

At the Wenhui in Leshan Residence, Zhan Dalang did not dare to enter the lobby, so he and some people watched from the window. Zhang Tianhao did not dare to do anything to Zhan Feiyu, so he took out his anger on himself. Who asked him to also have the surname Zhan?

!

Upon hearing Zhan Feiyu's name, Liu Fu and Zhou Tian looked at each other. Although they did some petty theft, they usually stayed in other villages.

But it was cold, and there was little work to do in the fields. The farmers stayed at home, and the two of them did not dare to go and steal. If they were caught, they would be beaten severely in custody.

But they didn't have any money, so Liu Fu and Zhou Tian, ​​who were poor and crazy, set their sights on Zhan Feiyu's family. To be precise, they were the seven old hens raised in her backyard. They could steal them, sell them, or beat them in private for sacrifice.

, after all, it was targeted.

In the middle of the night, the two of them took a big cloth bag sewn from tattered clothes and planned to climb over the bamboo fence to steal the chicken in the backyard. But in the end, they failed to steal the chicken and were almost bitten by rhubarb. They ran out in a cold sweat in the middle of the night and were cold.

The wind blew and I almost got cold.

Zhou Tian looked at the resentful Zhan Dalang and said with a cold face: "That girl is now the golden knot of the village and the clan. If you dare to touch her, you will be locked up in the ancestral hall."

"Da Lang, just be patient and let it go. Who asked your Lao Zhan family to let a girl study in a movie? This is not going to be your fault." Liu Fu said it was persuasion, but it was more like instigation to add fuel to the fire.

Zhan Dalang was a bastard, and when he thought about Zhan Feiyu, who had made such a splash at the cultural gathering, he didn't have the guts to hit someone.

What a coward! Liu Fu curled his lips in disdain, but said with a smile: "Why don't you go kick Rhubarb a few times to relieve your anger."

Zhan Dalang was stunned, that's right, the damn girl's most precious thing is that beast Dahuang, just two kicks won't be enough!

"Brother Zhou, Brother Liu." Zhan Dalang smiled flatteringly and rubbed his frozen hands, "It's cold, how about we eat dog meat?"

"No, you, Brother Liu, and I don't want to eat this meat. If the little girl accuses me of going to Cunzheng, I will be scolded." Liu Fu waved his hand in refusal.

Zhan Dalang didn't dare to bully Zhan Feiyu, so couldn't he bully a dog?

Zhan Dalang, who wanted to take revenge, accompanied him with a smile, "Brother Liu, please help me. I can't catch Dahuang by myself. If Muramasa really finds out, I will take full responsibility for it!"

Isn't it just a dog! Zhan Dalang is really not afraid, he just scolds him. Besides, if he kills the rhubarb, roasts the meat and buries the bones in the mountains, who will know that he did it.

Liu Fu, who was begged, had no choice but to nod and agree, "Brother Zhou, Dalang is our brother, let's help him vent his bad breath!"



The so-called "hard reading in the cold window" means that no matter how cold the weather is, you still have to get out of the warm bed to read, and you still have to write and write a post even if the dripping water turns into ice.

After the students from the private school left, Master Lin looked at Zhan Feiyu who was left behind, and sighed: "Actually, it would be better to go to the county school to study."

"No!" He flatly refused.

Zhan Feiyu's expression changed, he looked at Master Lin pitifully with his eyes wide open, and said in a long, drawn-out voice, "I can't bear to leave you, Master. Even if you drive me away, I won't leave here."

Even though Master Lin was always strict when teaching his students, looking at the poor little girl with her fair face, she couldn't help but feel soft, "That's all, I'll teach you for another year."

Zhan Feiyu nodded with a smile, but before she could be happy for a while, Master Lin had already started the teaching mode.

"Today I'm going to talk about how to write an art article." Master Lin knew that Zhan Feiyu was quick to recite and had almost a photographic memory, so he didn't have to worry about the scripture questions or the ink questions.

The Tie Jing questions are equivalent to the fill-in-the-blank questions that give points. All you need to do is read the books to be tested in the imperial examination, and your handwriting is neat and there are no typos.

Mo Yi is a short-answer question based on the meaning and annotation of the scriptures.

As for the test poems, Master Lin did not expect Zhan Feiyu to have any poetic talent, so he could only write more poems on weekdays.

Zhan Feiyu sat upright and said, "Yes, Master."

"When the people are sufficient, which one of you is not enough? When the people are not enough, which one of you is enough? What is the explanation?" Master Lin did not directly say how to write it, but asked a question first.

Zhan Feiyu thought for a moment and replied: "From "The Analects of Confucius: Yan Hui Chapter", if the people are rich, you will not be rich; if the people cannot be rich, you will not be truly rich."

The original text is what Confucius' disciple Youruo said in response to Duke Ai of Lu's question: "We are hungry in the year and have insufficient resources. How can we do this?"

Master Lin continued: "The title of the art essay comes from the Four Books and Five Classics. The intersecting and matching questions that were asked in the previous literary meeting are among the difficult problems. If you don't have a thorough grasp of the Four Books and Five Classics, you won't even be able to understand the title."

What Master Lin said is not alarmist, on the contrary, it is the most basic part of the imperial examination.

For a lazy and playful person like Zhan Dalang, if he could not memorize the Four Books and Five Classics by heart after fourteen years of studying, not to mention four years, he would be permanently blocked from the imperial examination.

"Master, I remember." Zhan Feiyu nodded. He must persist in his daily morning reading. Who knows what perverted questions the examiner will ask. He must ensure that he can think of the source as soon as he sees the question, and then know the meaning.

Rethink how to write articles.

"The people are rich below, and the king is rich above. Use this sentence to solve the question." Master Lin looked a little more serious, and solemnly told Zhan Feiyu, "If the question is wrong or the pattern is not high, then the examiner will not

Will look down, or directly move to the next level."

This is like writing an essay. If you go off topic at the beginning, the marking teacher will not give you a high score, even if your subsequent writing is colorful.

"After breaking the title, there comes the title. The so-called title succession is the further elaboration of the sentence that breaks the title." Master Lin looked at Zhan Feiyu, who was listening carefully, and continued in a warm voice, "The wealth of the emperor is hidden in the people. The people are rich.

Come on, how can you have any reason to be alone and poor?"

This title is the essence, the answer is concise and clear, and the reasoning is thorough! The height of the article has been raised.

After the title comes the policy and argumentation part, "If you want to deeply express the meaning of the unity of the monarch and the people, you can express your condolences to the duke, and say that the emperor's gifts are insufficient because they are not enough: if you want to satisfy the purpose, you must first satisfy the people..."

"

Master Lin praised Wang Daru's articles repeatedly when he talked about their brilliance. He wished he had been born a few decades earlier so that he could have a glimpse of the great Confucian's style.

But Zhan Feiyu listened with great dismay.

She was not afraid of memorizing the scriptures, and she was also good at explaining the meaning of the scriptures. But she was asked to complete an article independently, and it was written in the form of ancient Chinese. She applied the words of the saints that she had memorized before into the article. Zhan Feiyu grimaced and understood.

Aware of the difficulty of the imperial examination.

An hour passed like this, and Master Lin explained through three sample essays how to write an artistic essay, how to break the topic and how to carry it through, including how to end it.

Looking at Zhan Feiyu, who looked blank and wide-eyed, Master Lin took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, just write more and practice more and you'll be fine."

"Master, do any bookstores sell books like this?" Zhan Feiyu said weakly. She was overwhelmed by what she was hearing, so she could only read the examples first to learn more.

Master Lin hesitated for a long time, and then said with a wry smile: "This is why it is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son. A scholarly family may include it, but it will not be passed on or borrowed."

There is a little bit of disappointment, but Zhan Feiyu can also understand that in modern times, "Full Score College Entrance Examination Sample Essay" can be purchased in any bookstore.

But this is an ancient time that pays attention to inheritance. Classics are collected in one's own study room, and articles written during the imperial examination are even less likely to be passed on to the outside world. Maybe some dignitaries and dignitaries have collected some articles for the younger generations of the family, but outsiders cannot see them, and the book store cannot

Impossible to sell.

After leaving the private school, Zhan Feiyu walked hard and couldn't find any examples to learn from, so he could only write more by himself. He just hoped that his "nonsense" articles would not make his wife angry after reading them.

"The aura of the child prodigy is about to disappear." Zhan Feiyu laughed at himself, regained his energy, and walked towards the village carrying "Poetry of Thousands of Families" on his back.

After the winter solstice, it got dark too late. Zhan Feiyu entered the yard and said, "Mom, I'm back."

"You are tired. Go wash your hands and you can eat soon." The Li family was still busy in the kitchen.

"Okay, I..." Zhan Feiyu was startled for a moment, looked into the yard, and asked doubtfully: "Mom, where is the rhubarb?"

Every day when Zhan Feiyu comes back, Rhubarb immediately runs over to greet its little master.

"Not in the yard?" Mrs. Li walked out and called twice more, but still didn't see Dahuang.

Although Jinlin Village is not small, Dahuang is very obedient and never runs around, and the dog's ears are sensitive. Dahuang will definitely hear Li shouting like this.

"Rhubarb..." Zhan Feiyu didn't even put down his schoolbag, turning around and running out of the yard without caring about dinner.

At this time, every household had already eaten. After all, it was dark and you had to light candles to eat. After hearing the shouts of Zhan Feiyu and Li, several neighboring households opened their courtyard doors and walked out.

"What's wrong? The rhubarb is missing?" an aunt asked with concern.

"Yes, I went to the vegetable field in the afternoon and was busy cooking when I came back, so I didn't notice it." Mrs. Li worriedly looked at Zhan Feiyu who was walking faster and faster, her eyes full of uneasiness.

"Could it have been stolen by a dog thief?" A young woman interjected angrily. They were all married to others. Li's life was so relaxed and comfortable that it would inevitably make others jealous.

The old woman standing aside frowned and scolded her daughter-in-law, "What nonsense are you talking about? Rhubarb is very smart. If it had been a stranger, it would have screamed. I have been pickling radishes at home in the afternoon and I didn't hear the rhubarb scream."

Zhan Feiyu shouted until his voice became hoarse. He shouted from the end of the village to the end of the village. He wanted to go to the back mountain but was hugged by Mrs. Li.

"Mom, please let me go, I'll go look for you in the back mountain." Zhan Feiyu suppressed the pain and uneasiness in his heart, and looked at Li with red eyes pleadingly, "Mom, I won't run around, please let me go.

"

"Xiaoyu, you can't go up the mountain after dark!" Li didn't let go, her voice was a little choked. She knew that Xiaoyu liked rhubarb, but compared to her daughter's safety, rhubarb was nothing after all.

The villagers who were helping also spoke up, "Xiaoyu, your mother is right, it's too dangerous to go up the mountain. If nothing happens to Dahuang, he will definitely come back. If something happens, you won't be able to find him if you go to the mountain."

What he said was true, but when he thought about what happened to Dahuang, Zhan Feiyu burst into tears.

When she was a toddler, she regained her memories of her previous life, and Rhubarb had always been by her side. They were the friends who had grown up with her and were her family!


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