Of course, Chang'an City is not just a sociology.
The Palace is an official, and it is impossible to allow all students to enroll. Therefore, in addition to this, there are many private schools. Rich families will also establish their own racial schools. More famous students are more famous, less famous students are more feasting, and some famous scholars are also strict in accepting disciples, etc.
Xue Qing examined this old man.
He is about sixty years old, wearing a wrinkled gown, his hands and body are greasy, and he really doesn't look like a teacher.
Xue Qing's eyes fell beside him, covered with a dirty cloth with some old books on it.
In addition to shops, there are also scattered stalls on this street.
"As old books, they are also stored, and they are sold for money." The old man laughed and pointed at the old books again, lowering his voice, "It's all good things."
A mountain wind blew over and blew the old books, and Xue Qing couldn't help but smile when she saw the erotic pictures drawn on one of the pages.
"How many students do you have?" she asked, "I don't just want to become a disciple."
"That's right, I won't accept disciples casually." The old man slapped his legs and said, posing a solemn expression, "You must wait until someone is destined to be."
Xue Qing smiled again and pointed at himself.
"For example, me?" she asked.
The old man nodded seriously.
Xue Qing smiled, and the depression she had before was wiped out.
"Hey, old man, have you passed the No. 1 exam?" she asked.
The old man sneered.
"Can anyone pass the top scorer be admitted? I have never had that kind of extravagant hope." He said, "People should be self-aware. They should not be like the fool who appeared in the city recently, and they shouted that they would be the most ridiculous thing in the world."
Xue Qing said oh.
"Then do you have fame?" she asked, "You have to have some skills in teaching people, right?"
The old man sneered again.
"You are wrong again," he said, "Who said that the teacher must be fame and fortune to teach students with fame? Then the cat teaches tigers the ability, does cats have to be more powerful than tigers?"
Xue Qing smiled again.
"So whether you can take the exam or not depends on whether the student is a tiger, otherwise the mud will not be able to support the wall?" she asked, "Then you, your sir, are you too worried?"
The old man laughed, too.
"It's not true, it's not true. Master leads the door to practice alone." He said, "The door is the most important thing. You can't enter the door. Even if you are talented and talented, you may not be able to get fame. Even if you are successful, you will not become an official, such as that Mr. Qingmei."
He pointed to the mountain with a little contempt.
"Qingxia." Xue Qing corrected again and smiled again. The old man knew that she was rejected by Mr. Qingxia. He was so eager to say bad things about Mr. Qingxia and shared the same hatred for the enemy.
"No matter what," the old man said, looking at Xue Qing with a smile, stretching out his finger, "How about it? Are you considering entering my society? Just one pot of wine, one piece of meat per month is enough for ten large sums of money."
He pointed his finger up the mountain again.
"There is no money there, but the slaughter you give to your husband is expensive. If you have a big reputation, you need to be shameless. It's much more valuable."
Xue Qing laughed.
"You get what you pay for, you can't compare like this." She said, thinking about opening the basket and taking out a pot of wine, "Since you are destined to be a good person, I'll give this pot of wine to you."
The old man raised his hand and pushed it away with a solemn look on his face.
"I'm not a beggar," he said, "I'm going to collect the students' sanctions."
Xue Qing smiled and wanted to put the wine pot into the basket, but the old man was reluctant to stop him.
"Well, little brother, since you are my destined person, I promise one thing. Don't you just want fame when you enter school? I guarantee you to get the first fame you want, otherwise I will give you ten times the money you have to practice." He gritted his teeth and said.
It is the time for young children to study when they are ignorant. What their family members dare to look forward to the most is to pass the boy test, or even pass the county test and get satisfied with the smoke from the ancestral grave.
Xue Qing said oh, put the wine into the basket, and then pushed the basket to the old man.
The old man looked at the basket pushing over and smiled and hurriedly reached out to catch it, but Xue Qing did not let go.
"But I still have one condition." She thought about it and said.
The old man nodded quickly.
"You said you said," he said.
"You have to teach me well, and don't do tricks like honing your mind." Xue Qing said, "I'm here to study, not to learn how to be a human being."
The old man laughed.
"Learning to be a human being is not enough," he said.
Xue Qing let go of his hand, and the old man took the basket happily and looked around.
"This is rich enough." He stuttered.
Xue Qing coughed lightly.
"Don't you need to take an exam when you enter your society?" she asked.
The man Qingxia was doing the big and small exams, and she looked very serious. The old man nodded and wiped his nose with his sleeve.
"Yes, yes, test, test." He said and thought about it, "knowing is to know it."
After saying that, he looked at Xue Qing.
Xue Qing looked at him.
"I don't know because I don't know, is it because I know?" she said.
The old man clapped his hands.
"It's done, it's passed," he said, "You will be my student from now on."
Xue Qing was stunned, looked at the old man, and then laughed and stood up.
"I wonder what sir?" she asked.
This is a ceremony for apprenticeship. The old man stood up straight after he took care of his wrinkled clothes.
"I have a name, four browns," he said, but he did not say his name.
Xue Qing did not ask, but handed over his hands.
"Student Xue Qing, I have met Mr. Si Brown." She said.
Mr. Si Broo nodded with a smile.
"Okay, Xue Qing, Xue... Qing?" he said, his voice suddenly rising, staring at him incredible.
Xue Qing looked at him.
"Yes, student Xue Qing." she said.
"What a coincidence, Xue Qing, who is going to take the top scorer in the Guo family, actually has the same name as the Guo family." Mr. Sige smiled dryly.
Xue Qing smiled.
"It's not the same name, it's the disciple." She said, looking at Mr. Sihuang's expression sincerely, "Then the first student who wants is the teacher's guidance."
Si Bao hissed and pulled off two beards, and his face twitched.
"Young Master Xue." He said, "You can't cheat some money if you fail to study?"
Xue Qing bowed with a calm expression.
"Sir, stop joking," she said, "Am I that kind of person?"
Mr. Si Brooke pinched the rest of his beard and looked at her sideways.
"Why isn't it? Didn't you even cheat the Guo family?" he muttered.
Xue Qing smiled but said nothing. Mr. Sihuang looked at the sky for a moment, and seemed to have no idea what solution to this matter was to be solved, so he had to turn around with some helplessness.
"Let's go, my teacher will take you to school." He said.
.........
Mr. Sige's school is not far from it, just behind a luxurious book shop... a thatched hut.
Xue Qing stood in front of the thatched hut, looking at a crooked wooden board hanging, with three words splashing ink on it.
Zhizhitang.
The name is good, but the environment is a bit rude.
"Advisor." Mr. Sige took out the bottle of wine from the basket and tilted his head and drank, "copy the inscription on the humble room ten times first."
Xue Qing glanced at him.
Mr. Si Brooke burped and thought of something.
Chapter completed!