Chapter 14 The Master of Sinology
Chapter 14: Master of Chinese Studies ()
Chen Zikun was shocked and couldn't help but look at Hu Banxian carefully. He had a shabby black cotton robe and a melon-skinned hat. He was in his thirties, with big ears and three long beards. He didn't look like a fortune teller who was cheating, but like a teacher.
"Banxian, can you measure my life experience?" Chen Zikun touched out the only ocean on his body and slapped it on the fortune-telling table. The silver dollar sounded clangingly. Hu Banxian said, "Let's try it out and post your birth date and horoscope."
Chen Zikun said: "I don't remember."
Hu Banxian pondered for a moment and said, "That's not easy to deal with. Let's do it. You write a word and I'll test it."
Chen Zikun picked up the ink pen, scratched his head and thought for a while. The first thing that came to his mind was Lin Wenjing's figure. So he picked up the pen and wrote the word "Lin" on the white porcelain piece.
Hu Banxian looked at it and calculated with his fingers: "If you want to find your life experience, go to the woods in the northwest."
Chen Zikun said: "The woods in the northwest are too big, it's vain."
Hu Banxian said: "I haven't finished talking yet. It's a temple in the woods in the northwest."
"The temple in the northwest... is it a reclining Buddha Temple or a Biyun Temple?" Then he suddenly realized that Chen Yongren's coffin was parked in Biyun Temple!
"No rush, you can search slowly. The most urgent task at the moment is how to avoid a major disaster. Seeing that you are so generous, I will help you crack it." Hu Banxian said.
"How to say it?"
"Your Yin Tang was in a dark state and your life was against a villain. Have you offended someone recently? Moreover, this person is definitely not a good person, he must be a tyrant who bullies men and women and is rampant in the countryside."
Chen Zikun raised his eyebrows: "I have taught a bunch of dogs a lesson recently."
Hu Banxian said: "That's it. These mermaids are no different from animals. The head of the six animals is a horse. You will be destined to be the villain's surname is horse."
Chen Zikun thought, could it be that Mr. Ma was going to cause trouble for me?
"So how to crack it?"
"This is simple, just don't go home recently."
Chen Zikun secretly scolded him for not being nonsense and told me to hide it. What should the brothers in the slums do? But this half-immortal is quite accurate. You might as well ask him about his wife.
"Banxian, I still want to calculate my marriage," said Chen Zikun.
Hu Banxian smiled slightly and calculated: "From marriage, there are some small twists and turns like property damage today, but it doesn't hinder the overall situation. You just need to go to the overpass to solve it. In addition, I will give you another sentence, if you want to embrace a beauty, you must achieve something in your career."
Having made some achievements... A picture appeared in Chen Zikun's mind. He stood on campus wearing snow-white student outfits and shouted: "Down with the great powers!" Below a large group of female students with white scarves around their necks looked at him respectfully.
Instead, he was wearing a Tibetan-Youth student outfit and sat in the classroom to discuss various philosophical issues with his classmates. Lin Wenjing stared with her big eyes and held her cheeks, and sat in front of the drizzling window and listened carefully to her talk.
"Banxian, I understand." Chen Zikun bowed, pulled up the rickshaw and ran away.
When he returned to Peking University, he threw the rickshaw to the entrance of the building and rushed to the library. He wanted to consult Assistant Mao about how to be a student at Peking University. When he passed by an office, the people inside called him: "This worker, please stay."
Chen Zikun stopped and looked at the two people in the room. They were dressed in long gowns and glasses, with an extraordinary temperament. The ashtray on the table was filled with cigarette butts. The room was not ventilated and smoked. One of them had a yellow complexion, coughing while smoking, but he seemed to be happy.
"What are the instructions, professors?" Chen Zikun asked.
"You are Mr. Gu Hongming's newly acquired high-level footballer Chen Zikun?" asked the sick-looking person.
"How do you know?" Chen Zikun asked back.
"I'm afraid only brother Tai is the one who can run around in the Red Chamber." Another professor with a rebellious look smiled and pointed at the door with a cigarette mouth. "Close the door."
Chen Zikun closed the door, and the man said, "My name is Huang Kan, this one is Liu Shipei." Then he looked at Chen Zikun quietly, looking forward to his reaction.
"Hello Professor Huang, hello Professor Liu." Chen Zikun was neither humble nor arrogant, and there was no abnormality.
The two professors looked at each other and laughed.
"Mr. Gu and Hu Shi's students bet that they can teach you Latin during the winter vacation. Do you have confidence?" Liu Shipei asked.
"Thank you to the professor, you must learn even if you have confidence, and you must learn even if you don't have confidence." Chen Zikun replied loudly. This is the truth. He has never heard of Latin and has no idea.
"Very good." Liu Shipei said, "This matter is well known to Peking University. Huang Jigang and I are going to start another bet and bet with Hu Shizhi. Both sides find one person, and teach him in classical Chinese and vernacular Chinese. The gambling period is a winter vacation. It depends on who can teach us the talent that can be used. If you don't bother with the two masters in one matter, we will simply look for you. This bet is even bigger than that of Mr. Gu. The bet is more than 500 yuan. Do you dare to bet?"
Chen Zikun said: "I want to think about this. In a few days of winter vacation, I have to learn Latin, Chinese, and pull a cart. I am afraid that there will be not enough time and both of them will be delayed. It doesn't matter if I lose, it will affect the professors' loss of money."
Huang Kan and Liu Shipei laughed heartily, Huang Kan said: "Gu Hongming is indeed not wrong. You guy is really interesting. Don't worry, the gambling game is fair and equal. Hu Shizhi and the others are looking for a coachman who is the same as you. They will learn vernacular and English during the winter vacation. At that time, we will give each test paper and let you take the exam, and you don't have to worry about your winning or losing."
Chen Zikun was secretly happy and thought that this was a shortcut to entering Peking University. He immediately said, "I agree, who are my teachers, two professors?"
Liu Shipei smiled and said, "We both are your teachers."
Chen Zikun shook his head and said, "That won't work, I will only worship one teacher."
Huang Kan said: "Professor Liu is a master of Chinese studies. Let him be your teacher. What do you think?"
Chen Zikun said: "Okay, I can only be one anyway. The teacher will wait and I will go." After that, he hurried away.
Huang Kan and Liu Shipei looked at each other and smiled. Huang Kan said, "This coachman is really interesting. How many Peking University students dream of paying attention to you and me as their teachers, but he only wants to choose one of them, but why?"
Liu Shipei said: "This coachman is very smart. He knows that every teacher has his own teaching method. If there are too many teachers, he will be at a loss. I think he is a talent who can teach."
Not long after, Chen Zikun came in again, holding a roll of paper in his hand, stood in front of Liu Shipei and bowed: "Hello sir, this is my apprenticeship."
Liu Shipei took the roll of paper suspiciously and opened it. He saw that the shrimps were vivid and as if they were alive.
"This is the master's work, where did you get it?"
"I pulled an old guest living in Fayuan Temple and used this painting to pay for the fare. I was penniless and had only this painting, so I could only worship one master, so Professor Huang is sorry to you." Chen Zikun bowed to Huang Kan.
Huang Kan naturally would not care about him, but sighed: "You young man knows etiquette, much better than those rebellious people who advocate vernacular Chinese."
...
At the same time, in another office of Peking University, Xu Erzheng, the coachman of Xu Tingge's family, stood at a loss among Professor Hu Shi and many students.
"Young Master, I...I...I..." Xu Er was sweating profusely. He often pulled the young master to and from Peking University campus, so he naturally knew the names of these people. Professor Hu Shi, who was famous at Peking University, didn't need to mention them, but the young master's classmates from Xinchao Club, such as Fu Sinian and Luo Jialun, were all Wenquxing. In front of them, Xu Er was so nervous that he couldn't even speak smoothly.
Xu Tingge encouraged him, "Xu Er, you don't have to be nervous. We just think it's a game. During the winter vacation, I will also give you your leave. The salary will be given. You just need to learn vernacular and English from us. Don't be burdened. Whatever you learn is what level. If you learn well, I will not only reward you with a hundred yuan, but also ask the master to introduce Cuilian from the kitchen to you as your wife."
When Xu Er heard Dayang and his wife, his eyes lit up: "Young Master, I, Xu Er, have to learn Baiwen and English well."
Xu Tingge smiled and said, "It's not Baiwen, it's Baiwen. Xu Er, it's good that you have this determination. OK, you can go out first."
Xu Er went out happily, went out of the door, nodded and bowed, and gently closed the door.
Professor Hu Shi said in a speech: "This bet seems to be joking, but it is actually far-reaching. The popularization of vernacular education is related to the future of our country. If China wants to revitalize, it must resolutely fight against the old forces, old traditions, and old ideas. Our bet is part of the struggle."
The students listened intently, and Xu Tingge said: "Since the founding of our Xinchao Club, we have made remarks and propaganda to the society through magazines, but that is all about paper talk. To promote vernacular Chinese and popularize vernacular Chinese, we must start from the most basic and lowest-level people. Xu Er is my coachman, and I will naturally be responsible for his work in educating him, but I still need the cooperation of my classmates."
A chubby classmate next to him said, "I won't go home during the winter vacation. I will educate Xu Er with you. In terms of English, please ask Luo Jialun to do it."
Another young man wearing glasses smiled and said, "There is no choice."
...
Finally it was time for school. Chen Zikun returned to the car at the door and waited for Lin Wenjing to come out. Suddenly, a cold snorted, turned his head to look at him, and saw Xu Er looking at the sky with his arms held, looking at him with a complacent look.
"Xu Er, your neck is broken?" Chen Zikun wondered.
Xu Er ignored him at all, still looking at the sky, muttering words: "Good belly, beat up Com..."
A group of students rushed out of the building. Lin Wenjing and Wang Yueqi got into Chen Zikun's car, Xu Tingge got into Xu Er's car, and the two cars drove side by side and left Peking University.
Along the way, Wang Yueqi kept asking Xu Tingge for advice on how to join Xinchao Club, while Lin Wenjing still said nothing and listened quietly to them.
When he returned to Lin's mansion, he saw a shiny black sedan parked at the door. Lin Wenjing got out of the car and entered the door. Lin's mother came over and took the lady's schoolbag and said, "The master and Miss Tang are here. The master said that the lady will go to the living room without washing when she comes back."
"Yes." Lin Wenjing gathered her hair and entered the second door. Lin's mother saw Chen Zikun staring at the car outside and scolded: "Today, guests come to the mansion, you can't be diligent and sweep the snow in the yard."
Chen Zikun glared, scaring Lin's mother torture. After glaring, he still carried a big broom into the drooping flower door and deliberately came to the main room to eavesdrop on the words inside.
I heard Mr. Lin say: "Wenjing, come and meet your uncle and your sister Huiyin."
Chapter completed!