Chapter three hundred and eighteen secret investigation
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Li Luo looked at the children sitting down again and smiled softly. Instead of sitting on the chairs prepared by the people in the village, he randomly found a slightly higher tree root. The sound was like clouds in the valley and seemed far away.
It's really close, let's talk about it.
He did not rush to teach the young children in the village how to read, but talked about the things contained in the book, such as astronomy and geography, mountains and rivers, and horoscopes. There was also Taoist prose that had been circulated for a long time in Dagan. Naturally, the book of Mingli records was indispensable.
The children in the village had never heard of these strange things, and they all listened intently to what Li Luo said.
Even the children and elders were all eye-opening and were distracted by Li Luo. They never thought that there were so many strange places outside Lianyun Village, and even in the village, they probably paid little attention to them.
Go to the mountains, rivers and valleys Li Luo talked about, and the reasons for their origin and decline.
There was no sun or moon in the book. Just under the old pine, when everyone was looking away, Ye Shiyao and Shi Zhao walked over quietly without disturbing Li Luo and others, and stood quietly in a corner of the shade of the pine tree.
After listening for a while, Ye Shiyao felt better. Shi Zhaoda was surprised. He originally thought that Li Luo was just a scholar, but he didn't expect that Li Luo's knowledge was so wide that even someone who had studied scriptures for a long time might not be able to reach it.
Han Gong and the others were doing better. When they saw Ye Shiyao and the others approaching, Ye Shiyao asked softly: "Uncles, what about Mr. Li?"
The three of them looked at each other with admiration. Han Gong replied in a low voice: "I'm afraid he is not an ordinary scholar. He knows astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom. His speech is extraordinary and unique. If he only talks about erudition,
With strong knowledge, I’m afraid no one in the village can match you.”
Ye Shiyao glanced at Li Luo in surprise and said happily: "Is it so good?"
Wen Xingliang nodded and continued: "That's true. Unlike the scholars we have seen, who are either pedantic or superficial and ignorant, Mr. Li is very organized and speaks mostly from simple to complex. He has never read a book.
People can also understand what he is talking about. These naughty boys were distracted by him for only a moment. When have you ever seen them sit for so long without making a fuss?"
Ye Shiyao and the others laughed when they heard this. The child in front of them was indeed what Wen Xingliang said. They all looked at Li Luo with all their attention. From time to time they stood up and argued with Li Luo. Although they were still childish, they showed more vitality.
Ye Zhushan praised: "It does not follow the usual rules, but it is meticulous and self-contained, which makes people fascinated."
Tu Di's expression condensed and he said: "But could such a person be a poor scholar?"
The eyes of several people condensed, and Ye Shiyao sent a message: "Second uncle has sent people to Lianyun Mansion in Shahu to check his details. As long as he is in the village, we should be careful and there will be no trouble.
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Shi Zhao was speechless and said: "There is no harm in being careful. I don't see that he has martial arts. Can my uncles see anything?"
The three of them shook their heads together, and Ye Zhushan sighed: "I always feel uncomfortable doing this behind the scenes. What if Mr. Li is really a kind-hearted and talented man? I'm afraid that one day he will know that we are behind our backs."
If he checks his background and makes him feel unhappy, then the gain outweighs the loss."
Ye Shiyao raised her pretty face and said nonchalantly: "If this is really the case, I will personally apologize to him, but now, I have to be on guard. Uncles should pay more attention."
Several people responded, and after watching for a while, Ye Shiyao yawned a few times, greeted Shi Zhao, said goodbye to Wen Xingliang and the others, and left on his own. Shi Zhao smiled bitterly, shook his head, apologized, and left with Ye Shiyao.
, if Ye Shiyao is allowed to practice martial arts, it would be difficult for her to practice writing.
Wen Xingliang and the others knew Ye Shiyao's nature, so they all smiled and let her go.
Although the people under the tree were not crazy, they were also deaf to what was going on outside. Except for Li Luo, they had not noticed the movements of Ye Shiyao and others.
Li Luo asked the children to rest for a while, then talked some more, and then asked them to go home and come back tomorrow morning.
It only lasted more than an hour, and the young children in the village had some unfinished ideas. However, Li Luo knew that what he wanted was not fulfilled, so he only ordered the children to come back tomorrow at Chen Shi and Shen Shi.
At other times, I help the elders in the family with ordinary chores, so that studying does not interfere with the daily household chores.
Watching the children disperse, Li Luo was lost in thought for a while. After a long time, he turned to look at Ye Xiaoxi who was clearing the tables and chairs, and said with a smile: "Miss Ye, are you okay?"
"What?" Ye Xiaoxi was stunned.
"Is it okay to teach like this?"
Ye Xiaoxi's face turned red and she said in surprise: "Young Master Li is joking. Xiao Xi has never been to a school and doesn't know what the teacher is like. However, Young Master Li seems to be different from the teacher Xiao Xi has heard about. I heard the Young Master speak.
, I feel that reading is so much fun, Xiao Xi has never thought about it before, Xiao Xi likes to listen to the young master’s lectures. "
Li Luo smiled slightly and said nothing more. He helped Ye Xiaoxi clear up the tables and chairs and went back to settle down.
A few days later, Li Luo got up at sunrise. After teaching, he usually sat quietly by the river in the valley or beside the field path, looking at the working villagers in the village, which gave him a sense of tranquility and leisure.
The flowing clouds are like catkins, the fallen flowers are affectionate, the green hills are like black daisy, everything seems to be in harmony. A few old cows are leisurely strolling in the fields, and the sound of frogs is heard, but the fragrance of rice flowers is said to be a good year.
Shi Zhao found a pair of fishhooks from somewhere, and Ye Xiaoxi used a bamboo pole to make fishing gear for Li Luo, so that Li Luo could fish for some time in his spare time. Li Luo accepted it with thanks, and went fishing several times in the evening.
Perhaps he was not good at this, so he only caught three or two small fish, which was only enough for Ye Xiaoxi to stew a bowl of clear soup. Ye Xiaoxi was quite happy, as if she cared about the mountains and rivers.
The villagers in the village saw that Li Luo was friendly and caring, and he was very attentive in teaching. Gradually, they became more familiar with him. When they saw Li Luo on ordinary days, they would call him sir.
Li Luo smiled. He was never arrogant, but he didn't talk much, and he had a hint of coldness.
Li Luo taught very little. He just taught everything he knew to the children in the village. In addition to written history books, he also taught a lot of arithmetic. Han Gong saw this and was secretly amazed.
You must know that the study of arithmetic is really a side branch in Dagan and cannot be admitted to the hall, but it is extremely practical. Even I know only a little about it. Seeing that Li Luo understands the mysteries of it, I feel unbearable, so I am not ashamed to ask, and I am Li Luotang.
The students in the village were secretly surprised.
For several days, after Li Luo had finished teaching, Ye Shiyao secretly sent people to monitor him when he was alone. Li Luo saw this and didn't take it seriously. He didn't take it to heart at all. He still went his own way, often writing alone.
Cool breeze, close your eyes and relax. (To be continued.)