That night, the light in the study room in the courtyard was on for a long time.
Dao Chi yawned, and when he came out of the study, he felt much more at ease. Now it is too far away to talk about the provincial examination, and he must first see the boy's examination.
The boy's exam consists of three subjects: eight-part essay, poetry, and policy theory.
Policy theory is nothing more than an argumentative essay in classical Chinese, and it is not difficult for Taoist idiots who have passed the examination-oriented education of later generations; eight-part essays are customized, and practice makes perfect; the only thing that requires completely subjective expression is poetry.
Everyone has a desire for tricks. Even Taoist idiots remember a few familiar poems by Taizu and the General, as well as poems from "Dream of Red Mansions". But there is no such thing as a good thing. The title of the poem will be
How many of these?
But as long as you look at the poems as eight parts, there are some tricks. Putting the pieces together, not to mention the connotation, it is not difficult to find faults in the smooth and oblique rhythms.
As for Wang Sanlang's apprenticeship, Dao Chi rubbed his temples.
Wang Sanlang still couldn't see Li Yushi's danger, but Wang Qinghong could. But people in the world pay attention to respecting teachers, and Wang Sanlang has already marked himself as a disciple of the Li family. How easy is it to eliminate it?
If you have no name in the countryside, you will always be found out as long as you enter officialdom. If you want to dilute the mark of a disciple of the Li family, there is only one way, and that is to find another teacher, and the other person's reputation is not weaker than that of Li Yu.
Shi. However, in Shilin, it is easy to be criticized for betraying one's master and finding another job.
If you want to be perfect, you may not be able to do it. You have to give up something in order to eliminate unknown disasters. The reason why Wang Qinghong did not deal with this matter for his son is probably because he was lucky. After all, Li Yushi was a high official in the imperial court before he became an official.
He cannot be offended; no matter how much King Ning tries to win over him, when Li Yushi returns to his hometown after three years of filial piety, nothing might happen.
The lights in the west wing opposite the study are always on.
I heard something moving in the study, and someone came out of the west wing. It was Lancao.
Dao Chi paused and said, "The study will be tidied up tomorrow. Have you prepared water?"
"It's already been prepared." Lancao responded softly, but without stopping, he took two quick steps and opened the gauze curtain of the main room.
Dao Chi was tired after a hard day's work, so he simply washed up and then fell into a drowsy sleep.
Before going to bed, he unexpectedly remembered that he had gone down the mountain to carry water every morning in the past few years. He returned to Wang's house and did not carry water for two days.
It's not that he is too diligent and restless, but he feels that the lessons passed down from the Shaolin Temple the year before last are still of some benefit. Combined with the internal breathing method, it is indeed a good way to temper the body.
Since I came to this world, I have never been sick, that's why.
But fetching water at Wang's house was too strange, and Taoist idiots didn't want to be watched. Forget it, I still found an opportunity to go shopping and buy two stone locks. It also exercised my body, but it was not so conspicuous.
Unconsciously, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and I had a good night's sleep.
When the Taoist idiot opened his eyes, it was already the next morning.
Several maids had already gotten up, and Lancao went into the room to help the Taoist to wash himself.
It's said to be serving, but it's just bringing water, handing towels and so on. After all, Dao Chi's hair hasn't grown out yet, and he is used to dressing himself.
It is rare that Lancao is knowledgeable and does not say anything like "How can the young master do it by himself and wait for the slaves to serve him?"
Qingqiao took Xiaosui to the kitchen to get Taoist's breakfast. Today he will start to enter the sect with Wang Sanlang and will be out before Chenchu (7 o'clock in the morning).
After Dao Chi finished washing up, Qingqiao came back in a hurry, but her hands were empty and she looked uneasy.
"Fourth Young Master, the old lady is sick. The old lady has sent for a doctor... The young lady and the Third Young Master have already gone to the old lady's yard..." Qing Qiao didn't wait for Dao Chi to ask and panted.
When the Taoist idiot heard this, he couldn't help but frown.
He came back three days ago and stayed at Wang's house for three nights. He only saw Mrs. Wang Cui when he first entered the house. Even at the reception banquet on the first night, the old lady excused herself from being tired and did not show up.
Does this mean you are sick?
Is it an illness or something else? The old man's attitude towards himself is really not like his attitude towards his grandson. His eyes are full of scrutiny and doubts.
Thinking of this, the Taoist idiot shook his head again, maybe he was overthinking it. The old man was almost 70 years old, and he was tired from traveling a while ago, so he still hasn't regained his energy.
No matter what, as a grandson, if you get the news, you should still ask for help.
Arriving at the old lady's yard, Dao Chi noticed that the atmosphere was solemn.
There were several maids standing in the corridor, all standing attentively. Two of them, with kind faces, were the maids beside Sanlang and Rong Niang.
Seeing the Taoist idiot, several maids looked a little strange, but no one opened their mouths to tell the Taoist idiot.
At this time, I heard muffled crying coming from the house.
The windows of Xia Tian's house were open, and Dao Chi's five senses were more sensitive than ordinary people's, so he heard very clearly: "You are not afraid of death, but you should also think about Sanlang and Wulang... Since I couldn't bear to send him away, I asked the old lady to move with her two grandchildren.
go out……"
He spoke intermittently and in a crying tone.
Dao Chi felt a chill running down his back. He knew that this cheap grandmother didn't like him very much, and he thought it was because the old man couldn't help her face.
I heard that it was this old lady who made the decision to stay in Anlu. At that time, she may have made such a decision in order to preserve her son's reputation and avoid being dragged down by her stupid grandson and making the officialdom laughable. Nowadays, Taoist idiots are neither stupid nor crazy.
, the old man's "painstaking efforts" have become a joke, and instead he has to be known as "unkind" in front of the younger generation.
I originally thought that if the old man was awkward and couldn't see him coming forward, he would just stay here.
Unexpectedly, when he came back, he would become a thorn in the side of the old lady, and she would act like "I swear to God".
"Old lady, Shiro has been living in a mountain temple for many years before he was brought back home. The family tree has not yet been written. How can his son ask him to move out? What will the clansmen think of his son? If you don't like it, let him move to the front yard. Don't let him move to the front yard.
How about entering the inner house?" Wang Qinghong begged.
Do you care about what other people think and don't think about the children?" The old lady said with a cry: "It's not that I don't ask you to raise them, it's just that they are far away and don't disturb the peace of the family. He has only been back for three days, Sanlang.
Just seeing the bloody light, the old lady also suffered from an old disease, you have to wait for us to be safe before you can make a decision? "
The Taoist idiots in the courtyard were no longer cold-hearted, but filled with disgust and anger.
He was too lazy to listen anymore and turned around and left the old lady's yard.
Not to mention that the old monk is still alive, he is not helpless in this world; even if something happens to the old monk, he is confident that he will not starve to death if he leaves this home.
Even if you want something, you don’t have to rely on it here.
In the past two days, I had been really ridiculous. Being touched by Wang Sanlang's rotten good nature, he naturally accepted the identity of "Wang Silang".
In fact, even Wang Sanlang, when he was blindly treating him well, didn't he carefully observe him? He was afraid that he would be resentful and dissatisfied with the family and cause turmoil in the family, so those good intentions were not without the meaning of comfort.
Even Wang Rongniang is using money to "lure" herself, an outsider, to surrender, so that she can have what she wants and be a good son and brother honestly.
By the time he returned to the courtyard, Dao Chi's mind had calmed down.
Lancao and Qingqiao were both tidying up in the bedroom. The bedding had been put away, and all that was left was just errands.
Seeing that Dao Chi had turned around so quickly, the two maids looked at each other without saying anything.
This time, I heard Xiaosui's voice coming from the door of the yard: "Sister Qingqiao, sister Lancao, come and help me..."
Through the screen window, I saw Xiaosui standing at the door of the courtyard carrying a large food box.
Qingqiao immediately blushed and whispered: "I forgot about this..." Before she could finish speaking, she picked up the curtain and went out.
Lancao hesitated for a moment and said, "Fourth Young Master, are you going to serve food now?"
The Taoist idiot nodded and said, "Yeah."
This morning's breakfast was similar to yesterday's, one porridge, two plates of rice cakes, two meat and two vegetarian dishes and four side dishes.
Dao Chi ate two vegetarian side dishes, porridge and rice cakes. When he put down his chopsticks, he showed a bit of self-mockery on his face. It seemed that there were not many things in this world that could affect his appetite.
After eating, Dao Chi ordered Lan Cao to find all the monk's robes and old shoes and socks he had worn when he entered the palace and put them on again.
Although it was still a gray monk's robe that was not old, it exuded the smell of soap locust, and the shoes were so clean that there was no trace of dust. It was obvious that the clothes, shoes and socks had been washed before being put away.
Dao Chi looked at Lan Cao, took out a handful of broken silver from his waist, handed it to Lan Cao and said: "Then, the reward I gave you is not in vain for serving me..." The latter sentence was inaudible.
Lan Cao only heard the first sentence clearly, hesitated for a moment, took it with both hands, and said: "My maids thank the Fourth Young Master for the reward."
The Taoist idiot took out a five-ounce silver ingot from his waist, handed it to Lancao and said, "I have something to do and I have to go out of the city. If I come back before dinner, just take it; if I can't come back in time, just take this piece."
Go see the master for the money. You don’t need to pay anything, just say I kept it. The master knows what he wants.”
Lan Cao accepted it in a daze, confused as she looked at the silver ingot. She really didn't understand what kind of token this silver could be.
After the Tao Chi finished his instructions, he left the upper room. When passing by the study, he paused in his steps.
If we talk about the biggest gain after returning to Wang's house for three days, it is the two boxes of books. Dao Chi believes that as long as he eats these two boxes of books, he will be ready for the boy's test next year.
But I don't care about my so-called family, so I had no choice but to give up these two boxes of books, otherwise I would feel uncomfortable.
Could it be that without this note, I shouldn’t have tried?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile a little. There was an old monk with extraordinary knowledge on the west mountain, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get advice...
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