Yan Ci crawled out from the broken branch. His face was dark and his body was dirty. He looked completely different from before.
How could he, a young and talented young man, have ever been wronged like this? Biting his lips tightly to prevent himself from crying was his final pride.
But when a young man rode a green bull and passed by him, Yan Ci couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Brother, someone is bullying me"
"These damn painters, stinky scribes"
"Confucian students cultivate internally in their hearts, externally in their conduct, cultivate the five outlooks, and keep their moral integrity. How can they lose their temper and curse like this?"
"Besides, you are disrespectful to others first, so how can you ask others to respect you? Next time we meet, apologize to others first, got it?" the young man said.
"I understand, brother." Yan Ci wiped his tears and bowed his head to learn.
This young man had a gentle temperament and was as gentle as jade. He touched Yan Ci's head with his hand. Yan Ci was enveloped by a strange force, and all the rainwater falling on him was blocked.
open.
And he himself disappeared into the fields riding a green bull, wearing a cloak and rain.
Before the official start of the Ehu Party, people from the Confucian Mansion will entertain guests and friends from afar according to etiquette.
Lu Daoxuan was originally unwilling to go. The most uncomfortable person for such a banquet was the scribes, but because of Li Wenling's face, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.
Lu Daoxuan was in a relatively private place with the other eight palace masters and senior officials, and these sacrifices gathered together to promote communication among the younger generation.
On the way here, Jiang Yan heard Lu Daoxuan say that this year's Ehu Club is particularly special.
In the past, the entire Eight Prefectures had been mediocre for hundreds of years. Although there were occasional geniuses, their numbers were few and far between. It had never been like this time. Each Prefecture had two or three people who could potentially compete for the top spot in the Eight Prefectures.
Da Laohei of Yique Land also said that after the great turmoil in Yuling in the year of Jiazi Gengxin, geniuses like Zhao Suixian who had not been seen for thousands of years also experienced a growth spurt.
Everyone who comes to the Ehu Club this time has a chance to win the championship in previous years. Therefore, the battle this time will be unprecedentedly fierce, and the ending will also be complicated and confusing.
People from the Wen Mansion gathered together and were accompanied by the Confucian Mansion's Sa Sheng. This was also the practice in previous years. This time, the one who accompanied him was the most brilliant person in the Confucian Mansion who gave up his life.
The person who was forced to kneel by Lu Daoxuan before was Tan Miaoyan's younger brother, but Tan Miaoyan was obviously more graceful and well-mannered than Tan Zhi. Whether it was true or pretended, at least his happiness and anger were not shown on his face.
"Senior brothers in the Wen Mansion, it is meal time in our Confucian Mansion, please take a seat."
It talks about taking a seat, but there are no seats at all. There is a dining table in front of everyone, and a mat is spread behind the table.
Tan Miaoyan was the first to sit on the mat. Confucianism still maintained the oldest sitting posture, sitting on his knees with his hips on his ankles, his upper body straight, his hands on his knees, and then waiting for the dishes.
This troubled the people of Wen Mansion. They held discussions and banquets in Qingdu very casually, even half-lying naked.
However, since he came to the Confucian Mansion, he naturally had to abide by the rules of the Confucian Mansion. Jiang Yan still sat down as he said, and within three or two minutes, he felt uncomfortable all over. He wanted to scratch it but didn't know where it was itchy.
I could only rub my back against the pillar behind me.
For such a grand event, the food in the Confucian Mansion will definitely be sumptuous, and it will be a comfort to be able to taste the specialties of Xihe.
The material enjoyment of people in Wenfu can be regarded as the highest among the Eight Prefectures. Food, wine, beautiful scenery, and beautiful scenery are the most pleasing to people.
But when the servants of the Confucian Mansion brought the food, the excited people of the Wen Mansion looked at each other, picked up and put down their chopsticks.
On the food table were a small plate of sauerkraut, a small piece of green vegetables, a plate of tofu foam, and finally two steamed buns.
People who have cultivated to the Xuanling realm will not have any impact if they don't eat for three to five days. Those who are above the Huiyang realm can even eat and sleep in the open air. However, people in Wenfu's pursuit of delicious food will not be affected by their cultivation.
changed.
They had long heard that this group of Confucian scholars lived a very poor life in order to cultivate their moral integrity and abstain from sex. But after hearing about it, they realized that it was too hard when they actually saw it.
"Brother Zhao, is this the characteristic of Xihe?" Jiang Yan asked.
"Yes, Xihe Millennium Specialty Meal," Zhao Suixian said with a wry smile.
A thought flashed through Jiang Yan's mind. Was he crazy just now? Why would he have such an absurd idea of wanting to taste the specialties of Xihe?
“I actually just want to taste something special, but it doesn’t have to be too special.”
Not only Jiang Yan, but also Shui Wuxin were complaining, but Tan Miaoyan and the others in the Confucian mansion ate with gusto.
I saw a few people talking and talking about something wise, and I pointed at a sign standing not far away with the words "Eating without Words" written on it.
Tan Miaoyan ate at a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow. Jiang Yan watched helplessly as he dipped the steamed buns into his mouth with the unpalatable pickled cabbage soup.
There is no hope for good food, and Jiang Yan can only count on drinks. There is a famous saying in Qing Dynasty, there are 900 drunkards out of 800 scribes!
Finding a scribe in Qingdu who doesn't drink is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.
Jiang Yan searched up and down the food table for a long time but couldn't find any wine, and then he saw another Confucian instruction sign, "Scholars do not drink alcohol for no reason."
Seeing the people in the Wen Mansion scratching their heads and talking witty words with smiles on their faces, only at every Ehu meeting can they have the opportunity to educate the scribes who live an indulgent life in an upright manner. How could they offer big fish, meat, wine and food!
In the eyes of many Confucian scholars, whether it is in the Ehu Club arena or in daily life, people from the Wenfu come here to receive education.
Jiang Yan thought that the purpose of coming here was to win the first place in the Eight Prefectures and then find a way to solve the curse of the evil spirit. However, if he stayed here for too long, Jiang Yan felt that he might as well die early.
Unable to bear it any longer, Jiang Yan stood up and raised his hands towards Tan Wiaoyan and said.
"Senior Brother Tan, if you violate the rules of Confucianism, will you be whipped?"
"Five lashes as a warning," Tan Miaoyan said.
"Then come on"
Talking about clever words is a bit confusing, so just do it.
"I want to drink, I want to eat meat, and I want to eat and drink while chatting, for a total of fifteen lashes."
"Junior brother, the body of a scribe is not as good as that of a martial artist or a monk. You are likely to be injured in fifteen blows. Besides, shouldn't scholars cultivate their moral character? I hope you will seriously consider it. If you are injured, it will affect tomorrow's Ehu.
I know how to fight," Tan Miaoyan said.
"I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it anymore, I feel uncomfortable all over, so I won't consider it anymore. Senior Brother Tan, please help me."
Tan Miaoyan glanced at the book boys on the left and right. Someone came up with a whip and gave Jiang Gu fifteen lashes in public.
The physical strength of Confucian scholars and scribes was not much stronger than that of ordinary people, so whipping was a very severe punishment for them.
But Tan Miaoyan, Shui Wuxin, Zhao Suixian and Fu Changlin were all very surprised. Jiang Gu's body seemed to be made of iron, and the imaginary wounds did not appear after the whip was struck on his body!
After fifteen strokes, there was no pain or itching, which gave Jiang Yan confidence.
"There are still four people in our Wen family, let's hit me with them all."
After Zhao Suixian listened, he hurriedly took out the wine and meat from the bookcase and distributed them to other Wenfu students. The others also raised their glasses to Jiang Yan to express their gratitude.
All the Confucian scholars could not stand the free and undisciplined scribes. Tan Miaoyan wanted to take this opportunity to promote Confucian teachings, but he did not expect to be overwhelmed by Jiang Yan's nonsense.
The book boys who were carrying out the execution were all exhausted, but Jiang Gu was like a monster and even scratched his back.