"Auntie, I slept well. The bed was soft and the quilt was warm. I slept until dawn! There's no inconvenience, everything is fine!" Xu Dajun doesn't recognize the bed. When he feels sleepy, he can sleep by touching the pillow.
Yeah, it's not an exaggeration to say it's a pig.
Mrs. Fang Xu smiled lovingly, "Just sleep well, eat more, and behave well today. My aunt asked your cousin and the others to make mutton pot for noon and wait for your good news!"
Fang Changxu said to her: "Don't put pressure on your child."
Then he looked at Xu Dajun and said: "Liu Lang, don't be nervous, let's just do whatever we want, just be ourselves."
Xu Dajun nodded with a smile, but thought in his heart: It's not okay to be himself. If he really is himself, can he still perform well? That means he doesn't even want to go to school, right?
The baby feels bitter, but the baby must endure it.
Huh~
Xu Dajun was almost disgusted by himself, it was so numb.
Seeing him take a sip of porridge, Mrs. Fang Xu hesitated and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? Liu Lang, but this porridge doesn't suit your taste?"
Xu Dajun came to his senses and waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, I'm just thinking about meeting my husband later."
Fang Changxu couldn't help but laugh, he was still a child.
Xu Dajun held two door-to-door gifts prepared by Fang Xu and walked behind Fang Changxu.
I haven't become a teacher yet, so I can't call myself a student.
Needless to say, Xu Dajun had already heard the sounds in the classroom, and his husband was checking yesterday's homework.
"Rokuro, haven't you met sir soon?"
Fang Changxu went up the steps and knocked on the door. Soon, the door opened from the inside. The boy who opened the door saw Fang Changxu outside and greeted him with a smile: "Master Jiutang, are you here? Come in quickly."
"Rokuro? Rokuro?"
Xu Dajun couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, this Lao Shizi's golden fingers really can't hide any secrets.
Fang Changxu didn't mean to blame him, but nodded and said: "That's good. When it comes to studying, you need to be calm and calm."
Seeing him sitting down and falling into a trance again, Fang Changxu didn't say anything to him. He smiled and drank tea by himself. It was rare to have such a leisurely time in the yamen.
So Mrs. Fang Xu often said that Fang Changxu spent a lot of energy on errands in the yamen and wore down everyone's appearance.
Thinking about the relatives at home who are working hard for him, being able to go to school is something worth cherishing.
Xu Dajun smiled sheepishly, "Uncle, I don't know. I tend to be more absorbed when I think about things."
Doesn't it mean that your husband is not in good health or mentally weak?
You can tell by the eyes. Mr. Fang's eyes are astonishingly bright and full of energy.
Being pulled by Fang Changxu, Xu Dajun suddenly came back to his senses, "Ah? Grandpa, you called me?"
After leaving Fang's house, he did not go outside the square, but continued walking along the street.
In fact, the teacher at the school in the town gave the original owner a name, Xu Fan.
In the adult world, nothing is easy. When you have to do something, try your best to do it well.
Cough, stop it, he is only twelve years old now, it is not suitable for children, but don’t think too much, it will harm your health!
Fang Changxu said helplessly: "Liu Lang, why are you still so nervous? What are you thinking about? I called you for a long time and you didn't respond."
The first time he saw Mr. Fang, Xu Dajun's mind began to wander again.
He quickly came to his senses, his eyes were firm, and he was ready to be tested.
After breakfast, the Fang Yulin brothers went to the Yamen to work on errands, and Fang Yuxing also went to the school first.
He began to be distracted, thinking that he could only hear it, but his father could see it, but he didn't know if he would see any inappropriate scenes when he looked around occasionally.
Oops, he's already a very old man, why can't he be given this welfare thing in exchange?
Xu Dajun's ears gradually turned red, and his mind began to have wild thoughts.
Seeing Xu Dajun still standing, he couldn't help but said: "Sit down for a while, sir, he won't be here so soon."
It is not surprising that Xu Dajun felt that Mr. Fang was energetic at first sight.
"The Fang Clan School is in Songlinfang next door. Let's take a shortcut from the front. It's easier than leaving Fangshi. From now on, when you go to school, just take this road. It's okay if you can't remember it for the moment, Yu Xing.
I’m with you every day.”
Xu Dajun could vaguely hear the sound of reading loudly in his ears.
Fang Changxu came here often and was familiar with this place. He waved his hand for the boy to go down without having to wait on him, so he lifted up his clothes and sat down.
When Xu Dajun had almost memorized it, he also heard the footsteps coming from far away. The footsteps were steady and rhythmic, and he could tell that its owner was a very methodical person, and his thinking was quick and easy.
While Fang Changxu was talking to Xu Dajun, he led him around the alley.
The boy led them into the small room in the front hall. There was a brazier in the small room and it was very warm.
"Okay, get ready, the school has arrived."
Xu Dajun raised his eyes and saw that they were standing in front of a house.
Fang Changxu's voice sounded, and Xu Dajun quickly came back to his senses. With a serious look on his face, he raised his hands to Mr. Fang who was sitting down and said respectfully: "This junior has met Mr. Fang."
The door is pitch black, with couplets written on a red background and black characters on both sides of the door. Two red lanterns are hung on the door. There is red paper on the lanterns with a square character written on it.
It's close, but the road is really winding. If you're not familiar with it, you might go wrong.
Fang Changxu took Xu Dajun out of the house calmly.
Someone brought hot tea again.
There are two white-grey steps, and the dark gray walls are very high, with blue rubble, extending far away. It can be seen from the outside that this house is very big, at least bigger than the Fang Changxu family's house.
Xu Dajun raised his eyes and saw a man wearing a scarf and a silk suit walking in.
When he heard the content, hey, it happened to be what he had read, so he couldn't help but sit down and began to recite it silently.
How can a scholar not have a famous name?
Mr. Fang glanced at Xu Dajun, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, "Do you have a name?"
Mr. Fang is not much older than Fang Changxu, but he looks younger than Fang Changxu.
Just by looking at his eyes, you can tell that he is a wise old man. No wonder so many people want to enter this clan school.
Along with the sound of reading, there are also various sounds from various households in this area. These are intertwined and penetrated into the ears, which is really like a opera.
"Master Jiutang, please sit down for a moment. I will be here soon."
Xu Dajun hurriedly responded: "Sir, my junior name is Xu Dajun."
The family members were used to calling him Liulang, so the name didn't spread much. At this moment, Xu Dajun subconsciously wanted to say his own name. Let's not talk about the meaning or not. This was the name given to him by his father.
He has been using the name for more than twenty years!
"Dajun?" Mr. Fang wrapped it in his mouth and said nothing more, but asked: "What books have you read?"
Xu Dajun then talked about the books he had read one by one.
Mr. Fang listened, remained silent, and then opened his mouth and said: "The way of a university lies in being virtuous, being close to the people, and striving for perfection."