In the blink of an eye, time has passed from the cold winter with wind and snow outside the window to May with orioles singing on the stream and thick green trees, and the sound of reading is still loud in the private school.
In the study, Zhan Feiyu, who was writing a post, put down his pen, stood up, and said in a respectful but not enthusiastic manner, "Teacher's wife."
Wang looked coldly at the pink-makeup Zhan Feiyu, and had to admit that she had misjudged her. The girl's skin was white and delicate, her clear eyebrows were full of aura, her face was beautiful and her temperament was luxurious.
Now only eight years old, Wang can imagine that in ten years, after losing her baby fat and childishness, she will be a stunning beauty.
"Xiaoyu, you are so smart, you must understand why your master does not accept you as his disciple, but only calls himself Master Enlightenment." There was a hint of resentment in Wang's cold voice.
She didn't expect that Mrs. Li would reject her marriage proposal. No, to be more precise, Zhan Feiyu didn't want to marry Yuan'er!
Her son, who is so handsome, was disliked by a little country girl. If it weren't for the loss of face, Mrs. Wang really wanted to ask the mother and daughter who they were, and how dare they look down on her son!
"Xiaoyu knows Master's good intentions." Zhan Feiyu nodded.
Master Lin knew that he had little talent and knowledge. He could teach the subjects for the county and government examinations, but he could not do anything for the college examinations. At that time, Master Lin's own ranking in the college examinations was only in the middle.
Now that so many years have passed, all his energy is focused on teaching students, and he has never written a good art article. If he becomes a teacher and decides on the status of master and apprentice, Zhan Feiyu will no longer be able to become a famous teacher in the future.
Mrs. Lin also hoped that Zhan Fei would find a great Confucian teacher as a teacher after the Yuxiang Examination, so that he could not only teach her on the way to the imperial examination, but also have a teacher to protect her whether she continued the imperial examination or studied knowledge in the future.
Seeing Zhan Feiyu who was not sullen, Wang felt inexplicably irritable, and her face became gloomy and she said: "Your wife and I only have one child, Yuan'er. If you know how to repay your kindness, you should agree to this marriage. Your wife and I will be reunited in the future."
There’s no need to worry about Yuan’er in the underworld anymore!”
Lin Xiuyuan is physically weak, and his personality is too gentle. Wang is worried that if he marries a strong-tempered woman, in the future, if his wife is strong and her husband is weak, Lin Xiuyuan will not be able to suppress her.
But if he finds a gentle and soft woman as his wife, Wang is worried that the couple will be bullied together.
In particular, Mrs. Lin had a grudge against Zhang Xiucai. Lin Xiuyuan actually opened a study in the county a few years later. With Zhang Xiucai's ruthlessness and cunning, the Wang family would not be able to rest in peace until death.
"Master, I am Master's student. As long as I live, I will definitely protect my senior brother." Zhan Feiyu could understand Wang's motherly heart, but she could not use her marriage as a bargaining chip to repay her kindness.
Hearing this refusal, Wang sneered sarcastically, "Of course I believe you, but in the future you will get married? How can you care about an outsider when you have a husband and children? One or two years is fine, but ten or two years is fine.
Ten years from now, when your wife and I are dead, you will have forgotten Yuan'er!"
Wang didn't say a word. Even if she wanted to take care of Yuan'er, would her husband agree? Can her husband's family agree?
Childhood sweethearts, Zhan Feiyuruo takes good care of Yuan'er. If some rumors spread, in order to prove her innocence, she is afraid that she will have to draw a clear line with Yuan'er to protect herself.
Therefore, Mrs. Wang feels that the safest way is for Zhan Feiyu to marry Lin Xiuyuan. She was adopted from Zhan's family last year and asked Ms. Li to analyze and move in. Since she is so scheming and resourceful at a young age, Ms. Wang does not have to worry about herself.
After death, Lin Xiuyuan will be bullied.
Furthermore, looking at Zhan Feiyu with her chubby cheeks, it is clear that her body bones are very strong and she will have a good childbirth in the future. If she can give birth to three or five sons after getting married, she will be able to rest in peace.
Seeing the Wang family who had become possessed by demons, Zhan Feiyu said helplessly: "Master's wife, I'm sorry Xiaoyu can't agree to the marriage."
Having long expected such an answer, Wang looked at Zhan Feiyu with cold eyes for a long time, then turned and left with an indifferent expression, but judging from the paranoia in her eyes, she probably would not give up easily.
"What the hell is this!" Zhan Feiyu grimaced and lay on the table helplessly.
Fortunately, he was only eight years old, otherwise Zhan Feiyu would have been really worried about what means Wang would use to facilitate this marriage.
By the time Master Lin came to the study, Zhan Feiyu had already calmed down and said, "Master."
"You have made great progress in your art production recently." Master Lin praised with a smile. In just a few months, Xiaoyu's art production level has improved by leaps and bounds.
Needless to say, breaking the topic and continuing the topic are her strengths. Now that I have read the whole article, I can't find fault with the frame structure. She only wants to continue to hone her literary talent.
Looking at the beaming Zhan Feiyu, Master Lin changed the topic and said sternly: "But it still hasn't reached the level of the imperial examination. The examination is time-limited, and you don't know what kind of questions the examiner will ask. There is no ample time.
Let you think about it."
"I know." Zhan Feiyu nodded in an educated manner.
If an ordinary scholar can write an art article at the imperial examination level in half an hour, it would take him at least an hour, or even more, to draft the manuscript.
In the final analysis, I still don’t have a thorough grasp of the Four Books and Five Classics, and I can’t grasp them easily. If the questions are off-kilter, weird, or even more abnormal, then 90% of the time I will fail.
"As long as you understand." What Mrs. Lin is most satisfied with is Zhan Feiyu's attitude towards reading. He is never complacent, neither arrogant nor impetuous, and he doesn't look like a child.
"From today onwards, I will write a topic for my teacher. You have to complete an article within the limited time." Master Lin picked up the pen and quickly wrote the topic: Or Confucius said: "Isn't Zixi a political person?"
"Master, you must have thought of this topic last night." Zhan Feiyu protested weakly, but he had to do the topic on the spot. How fair was the agreement?
Ignoring the shouting Zhan Feiyu, Master Lin lit the incense and started timing, but a smile quickly flashed in his eyes, "Okay, I will come back in half an hour, so hurry up and write!"
"Yes, Master." Zhan Feiyu responded with a crisp voice, looked at Master Lin who was going out, stretched his neck and added, "Master, if you don't eat early at noon, I'm afraid you will lose your appetite after getting angry.
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After a pause in her footsteps, Mrs. Lin smiled and shook her head. The older this girl gets, the less upright she is.
The study became quiet, and Zhan Feiyu looked at the topic and began to think about it.
This question comes from the "Analects of Confucius" chapter on politics. The original text is: Or Confucius said: "Zi Xi does not do politics?" Confucius said: "The Book of Records says: 'Filial piety is only filial piety, friendship with brothers, and good governance.
Translated: Someone asked Confucius: "Why don't you become an official and participate in politics?
Confucius said: "It is said in "Shangshu": 'Filial piety! Only by being filial to parents can we extend the spirit of filial piety and brotherhood to affect politics. This is also participation in politics. Why must one be an official to be considered participation in politics?
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Zhan Feiyu touched his nose, and the master must have done it on purpose. Last year, he adopted an adopted daughter, and his mother also moved away from the Zhan family, but the master asked him to write an art article with the theme of filial piety.
Confucius paid great attention to filial piety. He believed that being filial to parents, being friendly to brothers, and then relatives, friends, neighbors... When the relationship between everyone is harmonious, the whole society will be peaceful. Not only being an official can be considered as participating in political affairs.
Time passed little by little, and Zhan Feiyu put down his pen and had already missed lunch time.
Seeing Lin Xiuyuan come in with a food box, Zhan Feiyu's scalp went numb and he picked up the pen he had just put down. I can write another art article!
"Xiaoyu, eat first." Looking at the bitter and resentful little girl, Lin Xiuyuan couldn't help but laugh, thinking that she was stumped by the question.
"Senior brother, I'm going to the lecture hall to eat." Zhan Feiyu was also hungry, but in order to avoid being alone with Lin Xiuyuan, she might as well go to the lecture hall to eat.
Although Shan Wazi and the others were one year older, they were still very naughty. After finishing their meal, they ran out of the private school to have fun.
Zhan Feiyu came in carrying a food box. Zhu Peng and others took a look but said nothing.
They are still reciting the Annotations of Mencius. Zhan Feiyu started writing art essays last year and will take the county examination in February next year. The distance is too great for jealousy to arise at all. The two sides are in harmony with each other.
Zhu Peng, who came over, leaned on the table, looked at Zhan Feiyu who was eating and said, "Did you know that Zhan Dalang is going to the Zhang Family Private School?"
"Zhang Xiucai actually accepted him?" Zhan Feiyu was stunned, inexplicably feeling that there was some conspiracy involved.
After the Chinese New Year, Zhan Dalang couldn't stay at home all the time. Instead of going to Zhang's private school to humiliate himself, Zhan Laoer found an old boy in the county to send Zhan Dalang to study.
Lao Tongsheng had a pedantic temperament and was extremely strict. On the first day of studying, Zhan Dalang was hit by a ruler and his left heart was swollen. After that, it was a life of dire straits.
As lazy as Zhan Dalang was, he was as strict as the old boy. He couldn't recite the book: beat! The handwriting was ugly: beat! Being late and leaving early and dozing off: beat!
The swelling in Zhan Dalang's left hand never subsided and he was severely beaten. He began to refuse to study. Then the old house was in a state of panic again. Zhan Feiyu did not expect that Zhan Dalang would go to the Zhang Family Private School.
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Zhu Peng didn't show off, he always remembered Landlord Zhu's words to make good friends with Zhan Feiyu.
"Zhan Dalang is discussing marriage with the youngest daughter of the Xie family of Taifu Restaurant. With Mr. Xie's face, Zhang Xiucai will definitely give him three points of thin noodles."
"The largest Taifu Restaurant in Shangsi County? Zhan Dalang?" Zhan Feiyu's eyes widened, almost thinking that he heard wrongly, "Is the little daughter of the Xie family ugly? Is she disabled? Or is her reputation damaged?"
Zhu Peng burst out laughing. He suddenly felt that Zhan Feiyu was completely different from the scholars he had seen. He was neither pedantic nor noble! After seeing this, he got to the point when he asked.
"I heard from my father that she was an old girl from the Xie family. She was not raised well in her mother's womb and her brain was not very bright." Zhu Peng thought at first that Mr.
idiot.
She's a silly girl! Zhan Feiyu understood it and found it boring.
The Zhan family attaches great importance to Zhan Dalang, their eldest grandson. They have the best food, drink, clothing and clothing among their children. They have provided him with education early on, but in the end they let him marry a silly girl.
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Other students are still on lunch break. Zhan Feiyu and Lin Xiuyuan are already sitting upright in the study room. They have handed in their art papers. However, Lin Xiuyuan spent all night writing it last night. Zhan Feiyu is the rule.
half an hour.
After reviewing the two articles, Master Lin did not comment immediately, but asked: "Xiaoyu, your art writing has made rapid progress. Can you tell me how to write a good article?"
Yin Wuyan sent ten volumes of "Model Essays on Art and Design", with a total of more than 500 articles. Zhan Feiyu has read them three times and analyzed and thought about them one by one, although he has only studied the first fifty articles so far.
Zhan Feiyu replied: "Master, I think there are three points: First, you must not be biased when answering the topic, and you must accurately grasp the meaning of the topic."
The examiner wants to test Chunhua, so you can't write Qiuyue's article. Being targeted is the first thing. This depends on whether you have a solid foundation in classics. If you don't have a thorough grasp of the Four Books and Five Classics, and you encounter difficult problems, stray questions, and overlapping questions, you will definitely be on the list.
nameless.
"Second: The reasoning is thorough and elaborated layer by layer. The writing of art is the speech of the saints, and it must not violate the principles of Confucius and Mencius. The third: The literary talent of the words and sentences must be stunning."
After Zhan Feiyu finished talking about his experience in writing art articles, he met Master Lin's gaze and smiled guiltily, "I have only accomplished the first point so far. The second and third points still need to be tempered."
"When you know there are deficiencies, you have to correct them." Master Lin said warmly, and then he began to analyze Zhan Feiyu's art article and pointed out the deficiencies that needed to be revised...
When it was time for school to end, Zhan Feiyu went home alone. She was still going to the private school tomorrow to ask Master Lin to write a question within a time limit. Today, her homework was to revise and rewrite the art article she had just written.
"The little fish is back." Under the big banyan tree, more than a dozen villagers gathered together and talked.
The weather in May is warm, and people in the village like to come here to chat after eating. But today there are obviously more people, and there are still four or five men here.
Zhan Feiyu called his uncle and aunt around, and just as he was about to go back for dinner, he saw little Yao and Ma coming together. The two sisters were talking and laughing, like real sisters.
"Hey, the little prodigy has finished school." Still in a sinister tone, little Yao raised his chin, looked at Zhan Feiyu with disdain, and suppressed the jealousy in his heart. This damn girl can't even wear the new clothes.
When it’s over, I’ll change it to another set in three days!
Before Zhan Feiyu could say anything, Xiao Yao started to show off, "My elder brother will go to Zhang's private school in the county from tomorrow. Last year, Mr. Lin didn't pass the exam for children. Mr. Zhang didn't pass the exam.
There are three people in the private school who have achieved the title of Tongsheng!"
"The private schools in the county are definitely different." A woman immediately agreed.
"Yes, I heard that Zhang Xiucai taught well, but it's a pity that repairs are too expensive. How can farmers like us afford it?"
As soon as Ma heard the word "Shu Xiu", his smile collapsed and he said angrily: "That's just grabbing money. A year of Shu Xiu costs twenty taels! You still need to buy pens, inks, paper and inkstones by yourself, and you have to re-eat for lunch.
You have to pay money! You also need to buy clothes, which will cost you at least thirty taels of silver a year!"
"So many!" The villagers under the banyan tree gasped.
A family of five or six men is so busy that they can only save thirty or fifty taels of silver in a year. All of this is paid to a private school. Then a family of more than ten people will not be able to eat or drink?
Therefore, there are no separate families in the village, so they can only save a dozen taels of silver a year. After all, they need food, drink, and clothing. This is when no one is sick. Otherwise, let alone saving money, they will have to borrow money for medical treatment.
Little Yao glared at Ma who was holding him back angrily, and said arrogantly to Zhan Feiyu, who was smiling but not smiling: "Although it costs money, who can teach Zhang Xiucai well? Most people hold money to Zhang Xiucai
I won’t accept it, Xiaoyu, you are also a scholar, I am right.”
Zhan Feiyu nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, Zhang Family Private School is the best private school in Shangsi County."
She didn't dare to talk nonsense! Little Yao stood up straight, but Zhan Feiyu changed the subject and said: "But it's still far behind the county school. After all, the teachers in the county school are all from Juren, and the Zhang family private school is also
Just two talented people and two young boys."
"You!" A sultry smile froze on his face, and little Yao looked at Zhan Feiyu angrily, but couldn't say anything to refute.
The lady on the side couldn't stand the showoff of little Yao, so she smiled and said, "Xiaoyu, when are you going to go to the county school? I heard that only scholars can go to the county school to study!"
No matter how great Zhan Dalang is, can he be compared to Zhan Feiyu? In her hand, she holds a letter of recommendation to study at the county school!
"Auntie, I'll go there after the childbirth test in February next year." Zhan Feiyu took over.
This was also the time that Mrs. Lin had set for her. The students in the private school were either newly enlightened students or students like Zhu Peng who, although they had studied for several years, still could not write about art and literature.
Only Lin Xiuyuan studied a little more deeply, but she was still far behind Zhan Feiyu. She studied alone in the study room. After going to the county examination, she could communicate more with her classmates.
When Xiao Yao saw the villagers holding Zhanfei fish again, his face twisted in anger, and then he said: "Two days before I became the head of the family, I went to the county to take over a business. From now on, all the vegetables grown by our family will be given away."
If you go to Taifu Restaurant, you don’t have to sell the chickens, ducks, eggs, etc. yourself.”
"Taifu Restaurant?" The villagers were shocked, almost thinking that Mr. Yao was telling lies. These restaurants never accept food from the villagers. They are too scattered. People in the restaurants have special channels to buy food.
Zhan Feiyu asked instead: "Such a big restaurant needs a lot of vegetables every day, aren't the ones in the vegetable field enough?"
"Of course that's not enough. So, whoever grows vegetables well in the village will be harvested by us and then sent to the restaurant. Not only our village, but my boss in several neighboring villages will also collect vegetables!"
Little Yao finally finished his showy words and waited for the envy and flattery of the villagers.
Sure enough, when they heard this, the eyes of the villagers lit up, and they began to say a lot of good things to little Yao.
Every household has a vegetable plot, but there are too many vegetables to grow, and they can’t be eaten or sold. They can only feed chickens and ducks. If they can be sold to Taifu Restaurant, they will make a lot of money in a year!