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The capital is full of flowers, and there are breakfast stalls everywhere on the street. Xu Qi'an solves his food and clothing at the breakfast stall two streets away from the county government.
The stall owner is a thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man, wearing a dark apron, who smiles humbly at everyone he sees.
The craftsmanship is not bad, Xu Qi'an is very satisfied with the food, the only shortcoming is that the people of Dafeng capital like to eat sweets, soy milk is nothing, and tofu nao is also sugary.
Xu Qi'an didn't intend to compromise in this heretical city, so he told the stall owner not to add sugar, and added soy sauce, lard, chopped green onion, and minced garlic.
In addition, there are four fried dough sticks, six meat buns, two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and three dishes of side dishes.
After eating, Xu Qi'an was ready to pay the bill.
"Master, you are being polite. It is my good fortune that you can come to my place for breakfast." The stall owner looked at Xu Qi'an's uniform and refused to ask for money.
He glanced over the empty disc left by Xu Qi'an, his eyes flashed with distress.
"Really don't want it?"
The stall owner swallowed, Xu Qi'an ate four or five people's breakfast this time. It was originally a small business to earn a living, working from dawn to dusk, barely making ends meet.
But I still dare not ask for it I really dare not ask for it.
"No, no, no, how can I collect your money." The stall owner knew at a glance that he had been severely beaten by the society.
"Well, I'll sit and eat for a while, go away and don't disturb me." Xu Qi'an waved the stall owner away.
The stall owner obediently left.
"The system of the Dafeng Dynasty has been corrupted for a long time. If the subordinate officials don't rectify it for a day, the lives of the common people will not be better." Xu Qi'an looked at the busy figure of the stall owner, and remembered the pain in his eyes just now and he didn't dare to ask for money, pitiful like a beggar.
"From ancient times to the present, it has always been the flies invisible to the big men who have done the most harm to the common people."
He took out ten coins from his pocket, folded them on the table, and left silently.
"Finally left" The stall owner heaved a sigh of relief, and came over to clean up the dishes.
What bad luck! He thought angrily.
When he came to the table, the stall owner was stunned. There was a pile of copper plates stacked on the table. The catcher not only paid the money, but also gave back more.
The stall owner rushed out a few steps in a hurry, only to see the looming work uniform in the crowd, and he had already walked a long way.
He opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.
After so many years, this was the first time he met a subordinate official who gave money for meals
After Xu Qi'an finished his work, he went to the back hall and asked Zhu county magistrate for leave, and Lao Zhu readily agreed.
Returning to Xu's mansion in a hurry, and pushing open Erlang's door, the two brothers nodded tacitly, and Xu Erlang took out a set of moon-white Confucian shirts that had been prepared a long time ago, covered with light gray cloud patterns.
Xu Qi'an glanced at the azure-colored gown with dark patterns on the younger brother's body, and suggested: "The one on Erlang looks good, let's change it."
Xu New Year sneered, his expression seemed to say: You are thinking about farts.
? For a martial artist in the refinement realm, the scholar's shirt really doesn't fit well. His muscles are full and his figure is high, which will prop up the loose shirt.
And the aesthetics of scholars is: the sleeves are fluttering, and the sleeves are flying.
The two brothers left Xu's mansion, rented two yellow pumas for three taels of silver, and left the capital at high speed.
The destination of their trip is Qingyun Mountain, sixty miles away from the suburbs of Beijing. There is an academy in the mountain, the world-famous Yunlu Academy!
Qingyun Mountain was originally not called Qingyun Mountain, but I forgot the specific name. Since Yunlu Academy was established here, the sound of reading has been loud and clear, and the air is soaring.
So it was renamed "Qingyun Mountain".
The two drove side by side on the official road. After an hour, Xu Qi'an looked far away and vaguely saw the outline of Qingyun Mountain and the small academy buildings.
"Farewell, my brother has always been very curious."
Xu Qi'an slowed down the speed of the horse, and after his cousin also reined in the horse, the two horses changed from running to trotting.
"Do you say that a saint is a first-class one?"
He is extremely curious about the major systems in this world, but unfortunately he lacks the channels to understand them.
Xu New Year raised his chin proudly: "Do you think I will know?"
If you don't know, you don't know. Why is there such a proud expressionXu Qi'an rolled his eyes and continued:
"How long did the saint live, do you know?"
Xu New Year nodded: "At the age of 82."
A dignified sage, the founder of Confucianism and Taoism, even if he doesn't have a first rank, he won't be bad, he only lived 82 years??
Well, it is considered a long life for ordinary people in this era, but the value of force in this world is unusual.
Even saints can't live forever?
Well, I can't make a hasty conclusion, after all, I know too little information
"Yunlu Academy does not accept outsiders. This is a rule. Even I cannot get the teacher to agree." Xu Xinnian said:
"Brother, are you sure?"
Xu Qi'an shook his head: "It's up to people."
They decided to send the female family members to Yunlu Academy before starting the operation, so that even if they were retaliated by the Minister of the Household Department, Yunlu Academy could protect the female family members of the Xu family.
The tax and bank case almost made me fall into a box. I can't get through this shit, can I Hey, if I don't handle it well, it's another crisis of extinction After the New Year, he left behind.
Unconvinced, Xu New Year waved his horsewhip to compete with his cousin
Qingyun Mountain is neither majestic nor beautiful, if it is not so clear, it is no different from ordinary wild mountains.
There are courtyards, lofts, squares, and waterfalls in the mountains The trails paved with bluestone slabs are like cobwebs, connecting these places together.
In an attic by the cliff, there is a private room on the second floor. There is no wall on the side of the cliff. Standing by the corridor, you can overlook the vast plain and the outline of the distant mountains.
? Li Mubai, who vowed never to play chess again, stood by the porch with a scroll in his hand, listening to the heated argument between the two friends behind him:
"I made a mistake at this step, I want to start over, I don't care."
"No regrets, this is the rule."
"The sage said: If you know a mistake, you can correct it. There is nothing good about it."
"Is this what the saint means?"
"Is not it?"
"Old thief, you want to discuss with me? That's fine, only one of us can leave alive today."
"I didn't grow up a vegetarian either."
Li Mubai shook his head, "Two stinky chess baskets."
One of the two behind him is Zhang Shen, a master of military art, and the other is an old man in a black robe with long beard growing to his chest.
Chen Tai, courtesy name Youping, is one of the four great Confucianists in Yunlu Academy.
The four great Confucians have their own characteristics, Li Mubai is good at chess, Zhang Shen is proficient in the art of war, and Yang Gong, a layman in Ziyang who is the chief envoy of Qingzhou, is good at scholarship.
And this Chen Youping has the talent for governing the country, and his book "Government of the Country" is quite popular among Dafeng officials.
Li Mubai turned and left the corridor, returned to the private room, and interrupted the two quarreling:
"Where's the dean?"
"The eldest princess is here, and the principal is with her." Zhang Shen stared at the chessboard and replied casually.
Li Mubai said "Oh" and nodded.
Chen Tai sighed and said, "Chunwei will be in three months time, but the students in the academy are not very interested in studying. I went around the dormitory last night, and there are very few hard-working readers."
"The only few lights illuminate the chessboard" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and swipe across the chessboard, disrupting the chess pieces, heartbroken: "Playing with things and losing one's ambition."
"Shameless old thief!" Zhang Shen was furious. If he loses, he's playing with things and loses his ambition. If he wins, he will show off his might. "You are the same as Li Mubai, you can't afford it."
"What does it have to do with me!" Li Mubai became angry.
Speaking of this topic, the three great scholars fell silent.
The students of Yunlu Academy have a difficult official career. Even if they pass the examinations and become Jinshi, it is difficult to make a career in the officialdom. They are often sent to the backcountry to become officials, or thrown into a corner to grow moldy.
This greatly affected the enthusiasm of the college students for the imperial examination.
Yashi was silent for a moment, Zhang Shen said in a deep voice: "This trend cannot last long, and the students' enthusiasm for the imperial examination must be aroused."
Chen Tai nodded with a serious face: "Even if you are struggling, you have to go on. Yunlu Academy can't cut off the road of officialdom."
Li Mubai muttered: "Let's open a class to persuade students, let the courtyard come forward."
Zhang Shen twirled a pawn: "The dean persuades students every year, and if he works hard and then fails, it won't have much effect."
Chen Tai frowned, "We have to find a novel way to let students study hard spontaneously and pay attention to Chun Wei."
"How about writing an article?" he suggested.
"It's thankless." Li Mubai shook his head.
"Then there are only poems," Zhang Shen took a sip of tea, and said, "Since ancient times, poems have moved people's hearts. Writing a poem that shakes the ears is much more effective than opening a lecture."
After finishing speaking, the three great scholars looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.
Great worship of Confucianism, poetry has been weak for a long time.
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