During the imperial ceremony, Hu Yan took a nap as usual and went to the toilet to pay his respects.
He is a slow-tempered person who takes everything in stride and takes his time in everything.
Everything was as usual, he entered the latrine and stepped on the stepping boards in the latrine. At this time, Hu Yan was still thinking about an article he read today in his mind. Although he was in the latrine, he was so excited that he couldn't help but sigh.
He read silently: "The ancient gentleman who stood up for himself and acted for himself, and who made people admire him without hesitation, was..."
boom……
Hu Yan's words stopped abruptly.
Hu Yan, who was squatting in the latrine, his head went blank at first, then he leaned down and howled like a porcupine, holding up his pants and rushing out.
This pit was a dry toilet, and the place where he squatted was connected to the pit below. After the muffled sound, Hu Yan was covered in golden things. He was embarrassed and felt the stench.
Hu Yan held up his belt and howled: "Who, who is it?"
While he was talking, he saw a group of teenagers running away in a hurry.
Hu Yan stood there, his mind going blank.
When he gradually began to accept the reality, this humble gentleman who was originally from Nanchang Prefecture, Jiangxi Province in the Yongle Dynasty and was famous for his self-cultivation couldn't help but cursed: "Poke the eldest mother!"
………
Hu Yan, who had been bathing for an hour, arrived at Minglun Hall aggressively and summoned all living beings. He was still angry and shouted: "Who did this?"
The young men were as silent as cicadas, but there was no sound.
Are these the descendants of military commanders and heroes, or are they loyal and betraying their classmates? That’s despicable!
Zhang Fu stood upright and couldn't help but feel smug. He couldn't help but be proud of having done such a great thing.
but……
Although no one said a word.
At this time, the eyes of the young people were all looking at Zhang Fu.
The smile on Zhang Fu's face gradually disappeared.
I definitely won't betray him, but as a young man, it's understandable that he can't hide things in his heart.
Zhang Fu subconsciously said: "My mentor... is not me!"
When he said these words, Hu Yan was not only angry, but also mixed with the anger was an unspeakable humiliation.
He insulted my intelligence!
Then there was a roar from the Minglun Hall: "Among all living things, there is no one more stubborn than you!"
The sound shook the rubble!
Hu Yan, a Confucian-born Imperial Confucian priest, now transformed into a martial artist who was good at Wangbaquan.
Zhang Fu: "Ouch..."
Zhang Anshi is a kind-hearted person who is saddened by the death of rabbits and foxes. He couldn't bear to see Zhang Fu being punished.
But...everything has a bright side, at least now Zhang Anshi...has finally succeeded.
Fortunately, he has taken a big step forward from being a royal relative who was full of evil deeds. With his own efforts, he has now... become the second to last one.
It seems that if this continues, the whole city of Nanjing will have a different image of him, and he will... become a new person!
Zhang Fu's butt was almost beaten, and he grunted as he got out of school with the help of the teenagers.
Although he was beaten, his face was bright red and he said nonchalantly: "Brother Zhang, am I being loyal? I didn't confess everyone together."
Zhang Anshi raised his thumb: "Guan Yunchang's reincarnation is nothing more than this."
Zhu Yong also nodded like a chicken pecking rice to express his approval of Zhang Fu.
Zhang Anshi added: "It's rare that we are both loyal people. We have the same temperament and are very righteous. How about we burn yellow paper and become brothers?"
Zhang Fu was limping. The words he just said were the last words of his stubbornness. In fact, he was in so much pain that he could not speak.
But Zhu Yong was very excited: "Okay, okay, let's become brothers in Taoyuan."
Hu Yan did not attend classes every day. After all, he was a minister of the Imperial Academy, and according to the rules, he taught one day's lessons every five days.
Five days later, Zhang Anshi rushed to the school excitedly. Zhang Fu and Zhu Yong had already arrived. Zhu Yong shouted: "Sister-in-law, sworn-in brotherhood!"
Even Zhang Fu said: "Master Hu is about to start classes, we need to hurry up!"
Zhang Anshi smiled and said: "I brought yellow paper."
As he spoke, he took out a stack of yellow paper from his sleeve.
"Which one of you brought the chicken?"
"Chicken?" Zhu Yong and Zhang Fu looked at each other: "Why do you still want to eat chicken?"
Zhang Anshi sighed and said: "It's not about eating chickens, it's about killing chickens. We are brothers of the opposite sex in a serious manner. Of course, we have to be legitimate. Killing chickens and drinking chicken blood is a life-long friendship."
Young people are the ones who pay the most attention to the sense of ritual. Of course, this sense of ritual can also be called the second grade.
After Zhu Yong heard this, the little chicken nodded and said, "An Shi knows everything, but where to find chickens?"
Zhang Anshi coughed: "I heard the rooster crow just now."
Zhang Fu's eyes lit up: "Ah, this is the chicken raised by Master Hu."
Hu Yan was a clean student, after all, he was an academic official. Thanks to Zhu Yuanzhang, the great emperor of Taizu, the salary of officials was extremely low, and life in Nanjing was quite difficult, so he raised seven reed chickens in his backyard.
Zhang Anshi sighed: "The matter is urgent, what should we do?"
"It's a pity that my injury is not healed yet, otherwise..." Zhang Fu became anxious at this time.
Both of them looked at Zhu Yong.
Zhu Yong's eyes widened: "You won't let me steal a**!"
…………
Cluck cluck...
Snap it once and cut it off with a knife.
In the corner of the front yard of the school, among a pile of weeds, the Luhua Chicken tilted its neck and blood splattered out.
Zhu Yong held the knife, bared his teeth, and then put the knife away, cursing: "This must be a hen, it's chirping."
The three of them burned yellow paper, drank chicken blood, and then naturally performed a clichéd performance, which was nothing more than the same thing that happened in the same year, the same month, and the same day.
Zhang Anshi was the oldest and became the eldest brother.
Zhu Yong came next and was naturally the second oldest.
Zhang Fu is the youngest, so he can't help but act young.
When they heard the bang of the clapper, the three of them hurriedly ran to Minglun Hall.
Hu Yan was in a particularly good mood.
He has sublimated.
After all, time can always dilute bad memories.
Just as "Shangshu" says, virtue is great if you have tolerance.
He was just like before, showing a reserved and polite smile when teaching, as if the previous unpleasantness had never happened.
After the lecture, he didn't care whether the teenagers listened attentively. You can't go into everything deeply. What if you discovered something?
So after class, the first person to run away with the bucket was Hu Yan.
After another class, I couldn't help but feel happy.
He returned to the back house and was about to return to his study.
But at this moment, I heard a voice: "Come, come quickly."
This is Mrs. Zhou's voice.
Hu Yan frowned, he didn't like his wife making a fuss every day.
But his legs still headed in the direction of Zhou.
"Master, you...you...come and count..."
Hu Yan's eyes fell on the chicken coop, and he calmly chanted: "One, two...five, six, seven..."
The word "qi" just came out halfway, but it quickly shrank back.
Hu Yan's breathing began to quicken. He stretched out his fingers this time, fearing that he had missed something, and continued counting: "One...two...six...Where are the chickens? Where are the chickens? Why is there one missing?"
Zhou asked: "Could he be lost?"
"Anyway, I don't get lost even in the courtyard..."
When Hu Yan said this, his body couldn't help but tremble, his face turned sallow, and he seemed to have thought of something in the flash of lightning.
"Yes, yes, it must be those vertical ones!"
"Shu Zi? Could it be that the master is talking about those children? But they are children... not to mention your disciples..."
Hu Yan almost jumped up: "Just because you are my disciple, I feel bad. I am a teacher by example. Don't you know what I have taught you?"
Hu Yan felt distressed.
This is not about chickens... No, this is about chickens. Raising such a big chicken can be worth a lot of money, almost as much as Hu Yan's salary for a few days.
Only then did Zhou suddenly remember something: "What you said reminds me that this morning, there was a rather tall man who was always poking around in the backyard..."
"Is he a black-faced person with a mole on his forehead?"
"Exactly!"
Hu Yan beat his chest and screamed, "Zhu Yong...is not a son of man!"