Through observation, Feng Qingyan already knew dozens or hundreds of words and could speak dozens of simple sentences. In addition, he vaguely noticed that there were many people in the city discussing the burial in the thatched cottage under the mountain. It seemed that they were some great people.
opened.
He was a little curious, so he came to the thatched cottage early in the morning.
A thin old man in gray robe walked out of a thatched hut, looked at Feng Qingyan and said, "You're here to study?"
Feng Qingyan couldn't understand what the old man was talking about.
The old man definitely couldn't understand what he said, and the dozens of sentences he had learned seemed useless... so he simply kept silent and just signaled to the school and himself to express that he was here to study.
The old man frowned and said: "Burning Mountain Academy, no matter how high or low you are, whether you are rich or poor, if you want to study, just go in."
Feng Qingyan bowed slightly and walked towards the thatched cottage.
In the two-foot-long thatched cottage, several children could be heard reading loudly. Feng Qingyan did not enter the school, but just stood in front of the window of the thatched cottage and listened.
Inside the thatched cottage.
Seven or eight children were sitting upright on the mats.
On the podium, the middle-aged gentleman was wearing a gray robe with no collar, huge sleeves, double breasts and a belt. He was holding a scripture in his left hand and his right hand was attached behind his back.
And on the grass wall behind him, there was a portrait of a saint.
"Chu, Zai, Shou, Ji, Zhao, Zu, Yuan, Fei, Chu, Luo, Quan Yu, Beginning." Every time the middle-aged man read a word, a white text appeared in front of him.
Feng Qingyan, who was standing outside the window, couldn't help but feel happy when he was surprised, and he read along silently and attentively.
Just by reading it silently several times, I memorized each word and its pronunciation.
It's a pity that he still doesn't understand what it means.
Although the middle-aged gentleman explained it word for word, he still couldn’t understand a word...
"Lin, Hao, Tian, Di, Huang, Wang, Hou, Pi, Gong, Hou, Junye." The middle-aged gentleman seemed not to have seen Feng Qingyan. After explaining it word by word and asking the children to read it a few times, he started
Teach the second sentence.
Feng Qingyan couldn't understand it, so he had to memorize it.
After listening for half an hour, he seemed to find that the middle-aged gentleman's accent was different from that of people in the city.
The accent in the city is thicker, and it sounds like it is missing two points of charm.
Is it a dialect?
Feng Qingyan couldn't help but be stunned.
After a while, the middle-aged gentleman stopped teaching and let the children take a break.
The children had already noticed Feng Qingyan outside the window, but the teacher was teaching, so they did not dare to look around. It was time to play, and they all looked at Feng Qingyan curiously, not knowing what he was saying in a low voice.
The middle-aged gentleman glanced at Feng Qingyan and showed no intention of driving him away. He let the children play for a while and then continued teaching.
Feng Qingyan stood outside the window and listened to the end of the morning class. After bowing, he returned to the ancient city.
In the afternoon, he continued to observe and study the language in the city.
However, when he was observing on the street, he encountered several teenagers who were chatting and laughing. After seeing him, their faces became serious, and some of them frowned and snorted at him.
This made him a little baffled.
He thought for a moment that he had not offended anyone in the past few days in the city, so he was too lazy to go into details. Besides, he still had to learn the language...
At night, review everything you learned during the day.
Early the next morning, he went to the thatched cottage again and stood quietly outside the window to listen.
When the morning class ended, he bowed to the thatched cottage and left, returning to the city in the afternoon to continue learning the language. When he saw that the middle-aged gentleman still had no intention of driving him away, and the old man who seemed to be guarding the gate ignored him, he went to the thatched cottage on time every morning to listen.
This benefited him a lot.
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Xueyue Inn.
"Zizhi, may I know who that person is?"
The young man who called out couldn't help but ask when he saw the door open and two young men, one large and one young, walking in.
Everyone else in the room looked at the two of them curiously.
The older young man's name was Fu Lin. He had a courtesy name and was about eighteen or nineteen years old. At this time, he frowned and shook his head and said, "I can't find out anything. No one knows where he comes from, and no one knows what his name is."
, it’s a bit mysterious.”
"No." A young man was stunned.
At this time, Fu Lin walked to the brazier, heated up the fire and said, "But I think it is very likely that he is here for the academy just like us. I don't know which family's disciple..."
"It doesn't have to be a noble family, it could also be a noble family." The younger boy said.
"Yes, I think they are also nobles." A young man said.
Fu Lin glanced at the two young men, sneered and said, "His transcendence and refinement cannot be cultivated by ordinary nobles."
Everyone was a little unhappy when they heard this.
Because everyone here is a nobleman, there is no need to belittle oneself, even though that is the fact.
"Fu Lin, are you sure?"
The young man who shouted looked a little ugly.
If the young man in white is really a disciple of some family, wouldn't he be bringing humiliation to himself?
The noble family and the aristocratic family are two different classes, and it is difficult for them to play together normally. They all play in their own way.
If a disciple from the noble clan rashly enters the circle of disciples from the secular clan, no one will pay attention to him at all, and he may even bring humiliation to himself.
Of course, nothing is absolute.
As long as they have talent or a certain skill, even a humble scholar can prosper in the circle of disciples of the world, and even win the favor of big shots.
"There are exceptions to everything. Maybe he is not even a noble, but just a commoner?" Fu Lin said with a smile.
But, is it possible?
Even the two young men thought it was impossible.
The next morning, everyone came to the thatched cottage in a carriage. From a distance, they saw Feng Qingyan standing outside the window and listening, and they were all a little surprised.
"What is he doing?" A young man asked in confusion.
"who knows."
They thought it was a little strange, but didn't pay much attention.
Naturally, they didn't expect that Feng Qingyan, whom they guessed to be a disciple of the Shi clan, was actually a person they didn't even recognize.
Come in the next few days.
When they come to the thatched cottage in the morning, they will see the figure in white, standing outside the window of the thatched cottage and listening. When the morning class is over, they salute to their husband like ordinary students...
"He's not a spectator, is he?" A young man couldn't help but ask.
"This is the morning hall, how is that possible?"
A young man shook his head. How could a distinguished disciple of a noble family still study in the Morning Hall without even knowing his words?
Morning Hall, also known as Enlightenment School, is a school dedicated to teaching young children reading and literacy.
Not even the young man who shouted out believed this.
But two days later, they were shocked to see that otherworldly figure in white walking into the morning hall with several children, kneeling down and listening carefully to the middle-aged gentleman's lecture.
This gave them the feeling of seeing a ghost and they couldn't believe their eyes.
"He He……"
A young man was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He stared at Fu Lin and said, "He, isn't he a disciple of the family? How could he still be in the morning hall?"
Fu Lin was stunned and didn't know what to say.
However, how could a person who was still studying in the early morning class have such a sense of transcendence? He still didn't believe it. There must be a misunderstanding.
"You can't really be an illiterate commoner, right?" a young man said blankly.
"if not?"
At this time, the young man who called out squinted his eyes and looked at the thatched cottage, then laughed at everyone and said: "Haha, it turns out that he is a white man, is he worthy of drinking with us?"