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- Although it is early winter, the sun is warm today, and it doesn't look cold.
The breeze blows into the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound, as if playing the beautiful notes of nature.
With such weather and such scenery, it should have been a fresh pastoral poem. But Zhao Han seemed to see a picture of ghosts and ghosts, with flesh and blood and limbs all over the place, evil ghosts showing their teeth and claws, and yakshas circling in the sky and laughing cruelly.
Seemingly back outside the city of Tianjin, Zhao Han took his sister's hand and walked past countless menacing gazes.
Perhaps, Zhao Han almost forgot the hardships of that day because of the lack of worry about food and clothing these days. I forgot that he was in the south of Tianjin, and saw someone exchanging children's corpses, and saw someone using bones as firewood to cook soup.
Arriving at Qianshan Mountain, Zhao Han could vaguely guess that the low-level people here are not having a good time.
But the prosperous and prosperous town, the fields with abundant grain, and the academy in the paradise all cast a veil over the reality. No one is willing to uncover and look directly at the hidden ugliness, and Zhao Han is no exception, because it is really unacceptable.
If this continues, Zhao Han will probably be domesticated, a domestication that he himself cannot detect.
? Feel that life is not bad until one day disaster strikes.
Get used to it?
No!
It shouldn't be like this!
"Young master, brother, this is the place."
Zhao Han was awakened suddenly.
Somehow, they had already left the bamboo forest, Fei Chun raised his finger and pointed to a few earthen houses.
The walls are rammed with soil, and bamboo strips are sandwiched in the walls, which are similar to the role of steel bars. At the same time, it is also mixed with straw, which can limit the temperature isolation, so as to obtain the effect of warm in winter and cool in summer.
The roof is a thatched roof, and it will have to be repaired after a period of time, otherwise it will definitely be exposed to wind and rain.
A woman was drying bamboo leaves, which are very high-quality fire materials. Bamboo leaves fall automatically every day, and you have to hurry to collect them. If you catch them from another house, you may fight.
"Excuse me, is Xu Ying at home?" Zhao Han asked, clasping his hands.
The woman was obviously wrong, her face turned pale in an instant, and she held the bamboo rake in her hand and said, "He did he get into trouble in the academy?"
Fei Ruhe said: "Xu Ying this afternoon"
"No trouble," Zhao Han immediately interrupted Fei Ruhe, smiling, "We are Xu Ying's classmates, and we skipped class to play around."
The woman immediately relaxed a lot and became enthusiastic: "Three young masters, come and sit at home, I will pour water for you!"
"Aunt Lao is here." Zhao Han said.
This woman seemed to be in her thirties or forties, or in her forties or fifties, and it was impossible to accurately observe her age.
A two or three-year-old doll, with a long nose, was lying at the door peeping at them. The nasal mucus flowed to the upper lip, sucked back with a swipe, and then protruded out of the nostrils, looking for the original path to flow again.
Zhao Han kicked away a bunch of bamboo leaves, and there were many words written on the dirt floor, which should have been written by Xu Ying¡ª¡ª
The Master said: The three armies can win the commander, but the common man cannot win the ambition.
The Master said: The clothes are worn out and the gowns are worn out, stand with those who wear foxes and raccoons, and those who are not ashamed, what is the reason? If you don't ask for it, why don't you regret it
"Let's go." Zhao Han turned and left.
They all disappeared without a trace, and the woman finally brought out the water.
She holds a kettle in her left hand, and three clay bowls in her right hand, which are the bowls with the fewest gaps in the house. And it has been cleaned several times just now, so it must be clean, so as not to attract the disgust of my son and classmates
Fei Yuanjian panicked more and more at this moment, his mind was full of images of himself being hung up and beaten.
It's nothing to bully classmates, just a poor peasant.
The biggest mistake he made was throwing the book into the water. Such behavior, placed on the Fei Mountain, is no different from deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors!
?He brought his followers to the stream and found that Xu Ying was still in place.
The farmer sat on his knees, his trousers and shoes were wet by the stream. Holding the cobblestone inkstone in both hands, he stared blankly at the destroyed book, his eyes glazed over, and he muttered to himself, not knowing what he was muttering.
Fei Yuanjian got closer and finally heard the content clearly. It turned out that Xu Ying was reciting "The Analects of Confucius" together with Zhu Xi's annotations.
It has been memorized for more than half an hour.
All the schoolchildren came to Xu Ying, but he still kept reciting without looking at others, as if he was cut off from the world.
"This guy is not stupid, is he?" said a schoolboy.
"I look like it."
"Hey, Xu Ying, sir let us find you to go back to study!"
"It's so stupid, he doesn't pay attention to what he says."
"Why don't you slap him? Listen?If you have lost your soul, you can wake up with a slap in the face. "
"I want to hit you."
"Why should I fight?"
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The student who was usually bullied arbitrarily, no one dared to contact him at the moment, they just walked around to check him.
Fei Yuanjian finally couldn't help it, kicked the soaked book away, and shouted: "Don't pretend to be crazy anymore, just say a few words!"
This move has had an effect.
Xu Ying, who was staring at the book at first, slowly raised her head to look at Fei Yuanjian because the book was kicked away, and the voice of reciting became louder: "The master said: 'A country has the way, but its words are dangerous; Dangerous line speaks grandson. 'Yes, grandson, go together. Dangerous, high and steep. Sun, humble and obedient"
Fei Yuanjian threatened: "I don't care if you are stupid or not, anyway, your book has fallen into the water and has nothing to do with me. Don't talk nonsense in front of Mr. Otherwise, I will beat you every time I see you!"
With tears still on Xu Ying's face, she stood up holding the cobblestone inkstone, her eyes were red, and she looked at Fei Yuanjian: "The master said: 'Those who are virtuous must have words, and those who have words do not need to be virtuous; those who are benevolent must have courage, and those who are brave There is no need to be benevolent.' Those who are virtuous will accumulate in peace and harmony, and the glory will be released"
Fei Yuanjian suddenly felt hairy in his heart, subconsciously took two steps back, and scolded: "Did you hear that!"
"Nangong Shi asked Confucius, saying: 'Yi is good at shooting, but he is good at rowing a boat, and he will not die; Yuji bows to the crops, and he has the world'" Xu Ying continued to move forward by reciting "The Analects of Confucius".
Fei Yuanjian was so frightened that he backed away again. He felt ashamed after taking a few steps back, so he bravely stood still and said, "Don't pretend to be stupid, I ah!"
"The Master said: A gentleman who is not benevolent has a husband, and a man who is not a villain but is benevolent also"
Recited one sentence after another, Xu Ying had already walked in front of Fei Yuanjian, and suddenly raised the pebble inkstone in her hand and smashed it out.
Fei Yuanjian let out a scream, blood flowed from his forehead, and fell into the stream lying on his back.
"Hurry up and save the young master!" Fei Yuanjian's book boy shouted.
The other schoolchildren were frightened by Xu Ying's insanity, and they didn't dare to approach at first.
Seeing that Fei Yuanjian was injured and fell into the stream, he immediately dispatched a few to rescue him, and the rest of them worked together to subdue Xu Ying.
Xu Ying didn't resist at all. After smashing the inkstone, her face was expressionless, like a dead person, and she continued to recite "The Analects of Confucius": "The Master said: If you love it, don't work hard? If you love it, don't teach it. Don't worry, the love of a calf"
Fei Yuanjian's head was dizzy at the moment, and he was pulled up with all his strength, and he heard terrified shouts in his ears: "Blood, a lot of blood!"
Fei Yuanjian reached out to touch his forehead, and there was indeed a lot of blood, and he fainted from fright.
This guy is dizzy with blood, not with others, but with himself.
The schoolchildren panicked and carried Fei Yuanjian back to the academy, escorting Xu Ying back at the same time.
Xu Ying was still wandering in the sky, reciting "The Analects of Confucius" perfectly word for word, even surpassing the progress of the teacher's lecture. Because the teacher didn't explain it, and the meaning of some content was unclear, Xu Ying began to think about the reason silently.
"Doctor, doctor, the young master bled and fainted!"
Hanzhu Academy has a doctor, who usually has a headache or is injured in a fight, and can be treated immediately.
Fei Yuanjian's book boy said: "You guys watch here, I'll go back and report to Master and Madam!"
Pang Chunlai rushed to hear the news, and did not ask how Fei Yuanjian was injured, but looked at Xu Ying, who was insane, and asked furiously, "What happened to Xu Ying?"
A schoolboy replied: "He beat Fei Yuanjian until he bled and passed out."
Pang Chunlai hit the ground with his cane: "I'm asking you guys, what happened to Xu Ying!"
"I don't know, maybe his book fell into the water, and I was scared stupid by myself." Another schoolboy said.
"Nonsense!"
Pang Chunlai grabbed a schoolboy: "He regards books more than his life, how could he fall into the water? Tell me quickly, or call your parents!"
The student was quite frightened, and tremblingly said: "Reallyhe really dropped the book into the water by himself."
Pang Chunlai went to grab a relatively timid one again: "If you don't tell the truth, you will be expelled from the academy!"
This man was born in a rich peasant family. He didn't dare to look directly at the teacher. He lowered his head and replied, "I didn't lose the book."
"Who lost it?" Pang Chunlai asked.
The children of the rich peasants were silent and did not dare to lie in front of the teacher, nor did they dare to confess Fei Yuanjian.
"Okay, okay, even dare to destroy the books of sages and sages, Fei's family style is really good," Pang Chunlai said to the rich peasant boy, "Where are the books? Bring them back to me!"
The children of the rich peasants, as if they had received an amnesty, hurried to the stream to look for books, and picked up their schoolbags, including the pebble inkstone that injured Fei Yuanjian.
One after another, schoolchildren came back and gathered around to watch the excitement.
Not long after, the "Four Books Collected Notes" was also brought back.
Pang Chunlai looked at the ruined books, and then without saying a word, he led the foolish Xu Ying to find the head of the mountain on crutches.
The head of the mountain is not in the private school, but in the Hanzhu Academy halfway up the mountain.
Not long after they left, Fei Yuanjian's parents arrived on a sliding pole.
His father just had a gloomy face, but his mother started roaring before getting down the pole.
This is an old woman in her fifties. She gave birth to Fei Yuanjian at the age of forty-two. She hoarsely shouted: "Whoever hurts my son, get out!"They also retrieved it, including the cobblestone inkstone that injured Fei Yuanjian.
One after another, schoolchildren came back and gathered around to watch the excitement.
Not long after, the "Four Books Collected Notes" was also brought back.
Pang Chunlai looked at the ruined books, and then without saying a word, he led the foolish Xu Ying to find the head of the mountain on crutches.
The head of the mountain is not in the private school, but in the Hanzhu Academy halfway up the mountain.
Not long after they left, Fei Yuanjian's parents arrived on a sliding pole.
His father just had a gloomy face, but his mother started roaring before getting down the pole.
This is an old woman in her fifties. She gave birth to Fei Yuanjian at the age of forty-two. She shouted at the top of her lungs: "Whoever hurts my son, get out of here quickly!" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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