More and more students are coming from thousands of miles away, including students from poor families, students from noble families, and students from aristocratic families...
Of course, students from the North are also indispensable.
This made the originally deserted North Burial Road instantly become popular.
On the north and south banks of Lingshui, although students talk and laugh in groups, it seems chaotic, but there is order in the chaos. Among the students from poor families, there will be no gentry students mixed in, but in the circle of students from aristocratic families,
It is also rare to see gentry students.
When some students passed by the thatched cottage and saw Feng Qingyan kneeling among the children, they were slightly stunned.
This scene is really inconsistent. I feel like that person shouldn't be sitting in it.
"Why is this person in the morning hall?"
A surprised student couldn't figure it out and said in confusion: "Looking at him, his clothes are as white as snow, as straight as pine, and his grace is outstanding. He can't be a Mengtong."
"indeed."
There were students beside me who nodded, some of them confused.
"Oh, don't be deceived by his appearance. In fact, he is just a white man. He can't read a few words." A young man came over with some ridicule and said, it was the young man who shouted, "Looking at the white clothes like snow, the elegant style shines
People are just pretending to be clear and trying to gain fame."
Several students were slightly stunned, they did not expect there to be such a person.
"How abominable!"
A young and energetic student couldn't help but said angrily.
"It's indeed hateful." The young man who shouted nodded and said, "A few days ago, I was having a drink with some of my friends who were also students. This man saw that we were all disciples of the noble clan, so in order to make friends with us, he hatched a plan.
I pretended to be passing by. When I saw that this man seemed extraordinary, I invited him to have a drink and express our feelings. Who would have thought that he turned out to be a big-name, illiterate commoner..."
"I never imagined that there are such shameless people."
The young and energetic student couldn't help but stare and asked curiously: "What's behind?"
"After being exposed by us later, we humiliated him and then kicked him downstairs." The young man who called out said with a smile, "After being humiliated by us, he was so witless and resigned that he ran away with his head in his arms. How can he still be at least a little bit more refined?"
"Okay, that's how it should be!"
The young and energetic student shouted loudly, and said gratefully to the young man who shouted: "Fortunately, brother, you exposed his ugly face, otherwise I would have been deceived by him."
"I just can't get the sand out of my eyes."
The young man who called out smiled and left, looking calm and calm.
"Baji, he has no grudges against you, but you are spreading rumors behind others, causing trouble and ruining people's reputations." Fu Lin happened to be watching everything from the side. When the young man who called out was no one around, he walked up quickly.
Pointing and scolding, "How could you do this?"
"How can an illiterate commoner be worthy of me spreading rumors and causing trouble?"
The young man known as Baji felt displeased when he saw that Fu Lin actually spoke for an outsider, and asked, "How about you, Zi Zhi, for the sake of an outsider, you actually scolded me in person, regardless of our friendship for many years?"
"It is precisely because of our friendship over the years that I don't want to see you go astray, otherwise I will expose you on the spot." Fu Lin said with a sigh.
"Have I gone astray? How have I gone astray?"
Che Gai pointed at himself, his face gradually darkened, and he said angrily: "Then, do I also want to thank you for being merciful and not exposing me on the spot for 'spreading rumors to cause trouble'? I, Che Gai, am just a vixen."
, you, Fu Zizhi, are a benevolent gentleman, okay?"
"Baji, I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. I really misjudged you."
When Fu Lin saw the angry Che Gai, he suddenly felt strange. Is this still his friend for many years? But no matter what, he hoped that his friend would find his way back and stop making mistakes.
"snort!"
Che Gai left angrily.
Fu Lin couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he saw Che Gai walking away.
At this time, he was reviewing himself. Maybe he shouldn't accuse him directly because it would hurt his face too much.
…
Inside the thatched cottage.
Feng Qingyan knelt down in front of a sand table that was more than two feet in size, practicing calligraphy seriously with the children, and ignored everything outside the window.
He has the skills from his previous life, so his handwriting will naturally be good.
The whole morning passed in practicing calligraphy.
Among the 81 Confucian academies, each academy has four halls: spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Among them, the Spring Hall is the morning hall. Anyone can attend for free, but only the most basic reading and writing are taught. It is an elementary school for young children and is only taught in the morning. Each person can only study for one year.
This is why Feng Qingyan not only was not driven away, but instead entered the morning hall.
As for Xia Tang, it is also an elementary school, but it is slightly more difficult than Chun Tang. It mainly focuses on reading and literacy, and students need to take a course before entering the school.
Qiutang, on the other hand, is a juvenile study, focusing on poetry, calligraphy and other relatively easy classics, which need to be sent to be compiled.
Dongtang, which teaches benevolence, justice and etiquette, needs to be sent to repair.
The academy opened four halls in spring, summer, autumn and winter to accept students from all over the world, mainly to show that Confucianism has no distinction in teaching, and as long as you are willing to learn with an open mind, you will all be taught earnestly.
However, the four spring, summer, autumn and winter halls are not opened inside the academy, but outside the academy. They are just annexes to the academy.
The students in the Fourth Hall are not disciples of the academy.
When Feng Qingyan came out of the morning hall, he felt some young students pointing at him, as if they were surprised that he was an adult and still read in the morning hall.
He ignored it and walked towards his cabin.
When I returned to the cabin, I saw a dull man and a woman in their early thirties standing respectfully in front of the cabin.
When Feng Qingyan was surprised, he saw the woman signaling to the dull man.
But the man was scratching his head and didn't dare to step forward. The woman had to take two steps forward and asked cautiously: "May I ask if your husband is the master of your house?"
"It's in Xiahanshe." Feng Qingyan was a little confused.
"May I ask Mr. Lang's name?" the woman asked again.
"My surname is Feng and my first name is Qingyan. I wonder what the two of you are looking for?" Feng Qingyan asked while looking at him, feeling even more surprised.
"Your servant Zhang and her beloved Chen Niu pay homage to your husband."
The woman took the dull man and knelt down to salute.
Feng Qingyan was shocked, and quickly took two steps forward to help the two of them up, and explained: "Please get up quickly, I'm afraid you have recognized the wrong person."
"If Mr. Lang honors his master for this and honors his surname as a title, it will not be wrong." The woman said.
At this time, Feng Qingyan frowned, feeling even more puzzled, and said, "I am the owner of this humble abode, and my surname is Feng. However, I and the two of you are strangers to each other. Is there any misunderstanding?"
"Please sir, please know that your maidservant and her husband belong to an innocent family in Bocheng. The maidservant is the cook and her husband is the coachman..." The woman slowly told the story, "Yesterday, a noble man in the city paid a lot of money to let the maidservant take care of my husband's daily life and food.
, let your beloved drive and guide your husband..."