Xue Poye was quite disgusted with this old man, but now he praised him greatly. He didn't expect that this old master could be so courageous, which was unexpected.
In the impression, warriors are not afraid of death, but literati are weak and only fear life as gold. Looking at the talented young men in Hangzhou, they all look like they are greedy for life and afraid of death. It is rare to see such literati who are not afraid of death.
Perhaps this is the so-called "mighty and unyielding", the most precious character of a literati!
When the carriage driver saw this scene, he was so frightened that he hid beside the carriage and did not dare to come over.
Wu Lachi's face was ashen. For the Beihu people, what they hated most was that the Chu people called them "barbaric beasts." This was a naked slander and despised them from the root.
Seeing Wu Lachi showing murderous intent, Xue Poye hurriedly said: "Brother Wu, the old gentleman made a mistake, please don't misunderstand!"
The old man closed his eyes and said coldly: "I have thought carefully about every word, and I have not made any mistakes!"
Xue Poye cursed secretly in his heart: "The old guy is really crazy. Isn't he asking for his own death? Although Ulachi and I have similar aspirations, he is a Northern Hu after all and has a barbaric personality. If he really messes with me, I'm afraid so will I."
I can't dissuade him!" He said helplessly: "Brother Wu, this old gentleman is a little confused. His brain has been broken since he got sick. He often talks nonsense. Don't mind!"
Wu Lachi said "Oh", thinking that such an old man was not afraid of him. Ordinary people would probably faint from fear. It seemed that he might have a brain disease. He relaxed his arms a little, put down the old man, and said in disgust.
: "Wulachi is a good man, he doesn't want to get along with patients!"
The old man did not defend himself, but had a contemptuous smile on his lips, full of disdain.
Xue Poye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. This old man was really characterful, but he was a bit rigid. If he was really killed by Wu Lachi by mistake, he would have no way to explain to Lao Tan.
Wu Lachi took Xue Poye's hand and said: "Good friend, let's ignore it and go!"
Xue Poye glanced at the old man and saw him standing as quietly as Mount Tai. Although he was a little stooped, he remained motionless. He smiled helplessly and said: "Brother Wu, I'm afraid I won't be able to go today."
Wu Lachi asked curiously: "Why?"
Xue Poye smiled bitterly and did not answer, but shouted loudly: "Is Hu San here?"
After a moment, Xiao Pinshi came over quickly and said: "Brother, Hu San has taken care of his mother and hasn't come here yet. I'm afraid it will take some time before he can come!"
Xue Poye pointed at Wu Lachi and said: "You accompany Brother Wu to the inn. Brother Wu will give you three horses. You will then discuss it with Hu San and ask him to help sell them. No less than
Two thousand six hundred taels, and then buy 500 pieces of high-quality silk and give them to Brother Wu!"
Xiao Pinshi was a little confused and didn't know why. Xue Poye said it again before nodding: "Don't worry, brother, I will definitely take care of it!"
Wu Lachi was a little disappointed and said: "A good friend doesn't choose a good horse?"
Xue Poye shook his head and said with a smile: "If it doesn't work today, it will happen another day. It will take a few days to sell horses and buy silk. Brother Wu is afraid he will have to live in Hangzhou for a few days!"
Wu Lachi was silent for a moment, then grinned and said, "Good friend, I'll help you choose a good horse!" Without waiting for Xue Poye's answer, he took off his cowhide bag, strode forward, and took a big sip.
Seeing Wu Lachi riding away with Xiao Pinshi, Xue Poye shook his head and looked at the old man again, only to see those somewhat confused eyes staring at him with a strange look in them.
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"Old sir, please come in!" After all, he was the wife arranged by Lao Tan, so Xue Poye could only bite the bullet and invite him in.
The old man coughed twice, and the coachman hurriedly took out a pile of books from the car and placed them next to the old man. Then he returned to the car and came out with something in his hands. Xue Poye looked carefully and saw that the thing seemed to be
The coachman held a scroll in his hand with great respect.
The driver respectfully held the scroll to the old man. The old man took it with great respect on his face. He turned to Xue Poye, stretched out the scroll and said seriously: "Sacrifice to the ancestor!"
Xue Poye broke into a cold sweat, what on earth did this old master want to do?
Seeing Xue Poye not moving, the old man raised his voice and said, "Sacrifice to the ancestor!"
Xue Poye took the scroll with doubts and was about to open it when Lao Song happened to come over at this time. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly stepped forward to hold Xue Poye's hand and winked, signaling Xue Poye to come aside and talk.
Walking aside, the old gentleman still looked calm and stood quietly in front of the restaurant door.
"Shopkeeper, is this the gentleman you invited?" Lao Song asked directly.
Xue Poye could only nod his head and said vaguely: "Well... um...!"
Lao Song asked again: "Sir, are you here to teach the shopkeeper how to read?"
Xue Poye could only nodded.
Old Song frowned, looked at the scroll in Xue Poye's hand, and finally said: "Shopkeeper, when you honor your master, you have to hold a apprenticeship ceremony." Pointing to the scroll in his hand, he said: "If I guessed correctly, this is
If the shopkeeper wants to see the portrait of Saint Kong, please come into the store, set up a stall, burn incense and bow before you. If you don’t have the portrait of Saint Kong, sir, you won’t be allowed in!”
Xue Poye frowned, thinking that if in ancient times there was indeed a ceremony for apprenticeship, this matter would actually come to his head today. After a moment of silence, he saw the old gentleman standing firm, his frail body shaking from time to time, waving his hands and saying: "Old Song
, hurry up and set up a stall and set up a table, I don’t know, we also have to perform the apprenticeship ceremony!"
Lao Song nodded quickly and suddenly asked: "The shopkeeper is going to take the scholar examination?"
Xue Poye laughed, waved his hand and said: "Go!"
Lao Song hurried back and summoned everyone to set up a stall and arrange the table.
There is a large room on the third floor, which is used as a place to study. Confucius' picture scrolls are hung in the room, and the incense table is placed under the picture. Incense and fruit are burned, and the tables and altars are placed.
After everything was done, under Lao Song's explanation, Xue Poye invited the old man in and saluted him.
"I was entrusted by Mr. Tan to come to teach. I don't seek fame or profit. I just hope that you will clean yourself, read the books of sages, seek fame, and then be loyal to the country!" When everyone went out and sat down quietly, the old man sat upright.
On the big chair, he looked at Xue Poye standing in front of him and said seriously.
Xue Poye accepted Lao Tan's instructions and studied poetry and books. When he saw the old master talking, he had to say yes.
Since he lived in Dachu, it would not be a bad thing to know some etiquette and poetry of this era. Judging from the noble character and uprightness of this old gentleman, he must be a very knowledgeable elder.
Seeing that Xue Poye was very respectful, the old master, who had always had a gloomy face, became a little more relaxed, but his voice was still serious: "Since you have become my master, I naturally teach you everything you can. The Four Books and Five Classics, etiquette, justice, integrity and shame are naturally the top priority.
I will naturally know and teach about the mountains, rivers, continents, people’s stories, astronomy and geography.”
Xue Poye thought to himself: "It turns out that this old gentleman knows a lot!"
"From now on, I will give you poetry and calligraphy every day starting from Chen time and ending at noon time. The wind and rain will not stop!" The old man's voice did not allow for negotiation and was extremely firm.
Xue Poye secretly complained. In his previous life, he had a teacher father and was forced to spend all his time in the world of books. He never expected that he would have to endure such torture after traveling to this era.
Lao Tan's methods are bad. If he doesn't obey his orders, he has plenty of ways to deal with himself.
"Master, you see, people come and go in my restaurant every day. I'm afraid I don't have that much time. Anyway, I still have to take care of the restaurant. Do you think you can shorten the time?" Xue Poye tried his best to look respectful.
, showing a harmless smile, and said humbly.
The old master's face did not change, and he just said calmly: "If you can't be taught on time, it means that my teaching is not good. I will apologize in front of the saint!"
Xue Poye was speechless, ***, is the old guy threatening?
The old master picked up a book on the case, opened the first page, and said slowly: "Today we will first talk about the Book of Yu, the Canon of Yao... By the way, my surname is Han, my name is Mozhuang, and my name is Daowu."
After a pause, he continued: "I used to work in the Imperial Academy, but now I have retired and returned to my hometown. I am living peacefully in Hangzhou. I have been entrusted by Master Tan to teach!"——
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