His grandma's. If I didn't know that you demon sects are all good at charming, I would really want to be a beast. Push you, the second master of Mengdie, to hold on to Aunt Yun's pair of soul-sucking ones. Eyes. Meng Xinghe said firmly: "You want to use a beauty trick on me again. There is no way. I quit."
Meng Xinghe cleared away the four treasures of the study on the table. He didn't take Aunt Yun's words into his heart at all. That time in the underground palace of the Demon Sect, he was tricked by Mengdie's master. In this life, he never thought that a second woman would come from him. Take advantage, gain a lot, gain wisdom. Meng Xinghe will not be deceived again.
She never expected that Meng Xinghe would be so indifferent. Aunt Yun bit her thin lips and immediately regained her previous majesty and said: "Originally, I wanted you to transform into a suave and talented man and go to Xiangguo Temple to paint tomorrow. Now. I have changed my mind. Tomorrow, you will go to Xiangguo Temple to paint. You will have to turn into a bad old man with gray hair."
"I don't care." Meng Xinghe said nonchalantly, with a rather weak expression.
I thought that with Meng Xinghe's character, I would have to retort at least a few words. Who knew he was so abnormal? He is simply a fickle guy. It is always difficult for people to guard against him. It is impossible to guess what he is thinking.
"You..." Aunt Yun was so angry that he couldn't breathe. She who seldom got angry before finally couldn't help but cursed: "Meng Xinghe, you are just an ignorant lump of elm wood. Rotten wood cannot be carved."
Meng Xinghe also deeply agreed with her words. He added: "If you are a dead wood, at least countless people expect you to become a genius; if you are a pillar, there are even more people who expect you to become a waste. This is There’s a gap. So it’s better to be a dead wood. There’s no pressure. Aunt Ren Yun, you can’t carve anything out of me, but you can’t even show that I have a talent that’s unparalleled.”
"Thick-skinned." Aunt Yun rewarded him with three words. She closed her door with a bang. But she leaned behind the closed door and said with a sly smile: "I don't hope. A man as rotten as a piece of wood. He doesn’t have to run around here and there. He stays with me all day long. He allows me to carve him day and night. He still has no complaints or regrets.”
Meng Xinghe didn't hear this. He just cursed "unreasonable" and went back to his room. After tidying up for a while, he lay down on the bed, ready to have a good sleep.
Early the next morning, while Meng Xinghe was still asleep, Aunt Yun's ever-changing knock on the door sounded.
Breakfast is Meng Xinghe's favorite Chang'an meat buns and hot red bean porridge. These are prepared by Aunt Yun herself. Especially the red bean porridge. I don't know what Aunt Yun added to cook it. She always lets Meng Xinghe eat it. I still want to eat three or five large bowls.
"Aunt Yun, didn't you sleep well last night? Why are your eyes so red?" At the dinner table, I saw a hint of peach blossom in Aunt Yun's eyes across from me, which were slightly swollen. Meng Xinghe asked with concern: "I'll take you to the medical center later. Check to see if you are infected by something."
"It's nothing. It was smoked earlier." Aunt Yun shook her head and said coldly: "It will be fine in a while. You don't need to worry."
I was a little touched in my heart. It must have been because Aunt Yun was being smoked when she was cooking red bean porridge in the kitchen. She thought that the owner of Yunmengzhai, the second-in-command of the Demon Sect, actually committed herself to taking care of her daily life in the Imperial Academy. He was responsible for eating and drinking, and was also responsible for protecting his own safety. Even if Meng Xinghe was a stone, he was completely softened. He tried to smile and said: "Then from tomorrow on, you don't have to cook red bean porridge for me. I can make do with just two buns. So as not to wrong you."
"Thick face." Aunt Yun scolded and said seriously: "If you don't want me to be wronged, then I should complete my mission as soon as possible."
Meng Xinghe buried his head. It wasn't that he didn't face this problem. It was just that he didn't want to go against Sister Xianzi's Yuxianfang so early. She preferred that the two sides sit at the same table and have peace talks. Tell them all if they have any unhappiness. After all, It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. What's more, they are two sisters from the same Taiping sect. There is no need to fight and kill each other.
He buried his head in eating and did not discuss this matter with Aunt Yun. In front of her, everything he said was in vain. Just like the master sister, Aunt Yun also wished that Yuxianfang would disappear from the world.
They finished breakfast in silence. Miss Du would not come for a while. While Aunt Yun was cleaning up the house, Meng Xinghe slipped out and arrived at the school yard. The old man handed over all the horses in the stable to him. It was time to feed the horses. Time, being entrusted by others, and being loyal. Meng Xinghe naturally understands this principle. He dumped the remaining hay in the stable from last night and put in new ones. Then he chopped wood and boiled water. He cleaned the stable and fed the horses in the morning. The task was completed. Meng Xinghe set the time and returned to the wing. Miss Du also came.
Today we are talking about "Nongsang". Miss Du did not take the book. She is the only teacher in the Science Museum. The examination questions of "Nongsang" are simply her strength. Even without books, she can teach Meng Xinghe Very good. Du Fuzi is very confident about this.
Although Meng Xinghe was a science student in his previous life, he did not behave arrogantly in front of the Master. He just listened to her lectures silently. From time to time, he would ask an incredible question or simply overturn the Master's theory, leaving the Master speechless.
I know that this guy has a strong talent for agricultural and commercial arithmetic. Otherwise, he would not be able to solve the grid arithmetic of Dai Qisi, the gluttonous woman, in a short time. The master just stared at him a few times to demonstrate when he spoke. Yan. Still continue to lecture.
Meng Xinghe's ears were filled with arithmetic questions that either calculated the area of fields, the size of mountains and forests, or the growth status of crops, or the distribution of commercial banks across the country, the value of the Grand Canal, or the economic status of the nomadic peoples in the northwest and Liaodong. His calluses only made him feel more and more boring. He didn’t take any notes during the lectures. He just raised his dull eyes and spent all his time waiting for the master’s teaching task to end today so that he could go out and breathe fresh air.
It was too boring. It was more boring than studying Marxism-Leninism in college. It was unbearable. Meng Xinghe finally counterattacked: "Master Du, this is the way to teach. In fact, it is just like cramming and education. It has no effect."
"Cramming is like education." Master didn't understand. This word was too new. No one had ever said it before.
Meng Xinghe did not explain. He said straightforwardly: "Agricultural and commercial arithmetic is actually a very vivid subject. Master, have you ever thought about using quicksand to make a similar model when talking about the geography and mountains of the Tang Dynasty? Students can understand it more vividly, or let them do it by themselves. When teaching about farming, mulberry farming and weaving, you can take students to the farmland outside Chang'an City to experience it for themselves. This will be much more vivid than if you just explain it in the classroom. "
After listening to Meng Xinghe's suggestion, Master Du really agreed with his words. However, nowadays, when the imperial examination is popular, although agriculture and commerce are included as subjects in the imperial examination, they are only for others to see, and they do not account for a large proportion of the imperial examination. She She also proposed to the Ministry of Rites many times that she should study in separate subjects, but all failed. Otherwise, there would not be only four foreign students listening to her lectures in the Institute of Science at the Imperial College, while all the students from the Tang Dynasty would go there. In the literature and history museum next to it, you can study the Four Books and Five Classics of Confucianism.
"It's useless. Even if I want more people to know the use of agricultural and commercial arithmetic, the court will not spend too much energy on these trivial subjects. If you like to learn, learn more. If you don't like to learn, "I don't want to teach you either." The master sighed and sat down on the stool very disappointed. He had no interest in teaching.
Meng Xinghe remembered that Du Ruhui had told him before in Taoyuan that there was a very clever master in the Imperial Academy of the Tang Dynasty who also proposed the idea of setting up examinations and studying in different subjects. Now it seems that it must have been proposed by Master Du in front of him. He did not expect her With such an open-minded view, Meng Xinghe suddenly looked at this master with admiration and comforted him: "Things always develop slowly. It can't be realized now. Maybe thousands of years later, the world will implement the division of disciplines according to your ideas. Take the test. Learn what you learned by subject. At that time, they didn’t build monuments for you, Master, and praised your great achievements, etc. I must write it down so that our descendants can see that thousands of years ago, there was a smart and beautiful man. Madam, I have such a bold conjecture. As for what to call it, let me think about it. Oh, call it Du Meng's conjecture."
I didn't hear clearly what he was talking about. The master said angrily: "What will the Tang Dynasty be like after thousands of years? Do you and I still know? I am here thinking wildly every day. Let me focus on reading." "As if she was assuming the role of the wife. Miss Du scolded her, but she couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you laughing? What will it be like in a thousand years? Don't you want to know?" Meng Xinghe joked with her. If Miss Du behaves well, Meng Xinghe can consider giving him random thoughts about what will happen in a thousand years. Tell her how to do it.
"I want to." Miss Du covered her mouth with her hands to prevent laughter from coming out: "I really want to know, thousands of years later, whether you, Meng Xinghe, are a human, a ghost, a cow, a horse, a pig, or a dog. . Or it’s nothing. Just a grain of sand, a bookworm that’s too lazy to crawl.”
Miss Du chuckled and laughed. Now she really hopes to see what Meng Xinghe will look like thousands of years later. Will it be exactly the same as she said.
Meng Xinghe's face turned blue when he heard this. This bitch was just beating around the bush and scolding himself. Of course, he would not sit back and wait for death. Instead, he righteously countered: "Thousands of years later, what I will become is already insignificant. But I We know what Miss Du will become."
"What does it look like?" Miss Du asked curiously.
"My wife's appearance." Meng Xinghe smiled obscenely. No matter what he became, Miss Du was destined to be his companion. This move was really clever.
Miss Du didn't react for a moment. When she finally understood, her pretty face flushed in vain. Thinking of how this man had been rude to him in every way, and now he spoke frivolously, she couldn't bear it. Finally she said angrily: "Meng Xinghe, you forced me. Don't blame me for being ruthless to you. I'm going out to find someone to marry now. Let's see if you can still bully me." The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he became. Master Du actually started to cry softly and ran outside.