Chapter 11 Yu'er thinks about the young master. This chapter is free.
At noon, the weather was getting hotter, so the three of them didn't go home, so they sat at a stone table under the shade of a tree. Yu'er bought Su San's meal from a restaurant not far away; Gongsun Lao'er also had family members bring it to him.
The meal was delivered and was very rich.
Old man Zhou was ready to share their food, so he squeezed to the edge of the stone and sat down grandly.
It wasn’t just once or twice, and everyone didn’t care about it. The three of them poured some wine and started drinking.
While chatting, Mr. Zhou seemed to be in high spirits when he heard that Su San was going to teach in a few days.
"With your lazy temperament, wouldn't it be harmful to others if you were asked to be a teacher? Which college's dean was so blind that he asked you to be a teacher..."
Mr. Zhou didn't know about Su San's fame, and it would be difficult for people like him to hear the rumors in the market. Otherwise, the tone of his words would have been furious.
Elder Gongsun seemed to be closer to ordinary life than Elder Zhou. He had heard some rumors about Su San. But it was difficult for him to connect those rumors with the Su San in front of him.
Comparatively speaking, he still trusts his own eyes. Seeing is believing. In his eyes, Su San looks like a wise man who is calm and has everything in mind. His words are full of witty remarks and full of wit. Sometimes, in just a short time
Between a few words, there are fables and profound words of wisdom. Even the sentences that come out of the mouth can always make people think deeply.
For a person like this to teach some children, it is not as unbearable as Mr. Zhou said, but he is a bit overqualified.
Come to think of it, his temperament that doesn't like explanations and his state of mind that can reveal the world at a glance may be the source of those rumors.
Speaking of Su San's temperament, he is indeed a bit lazy. He seems to be quite accomplished in poetry and can talk about it, but he doesn't seem to be good at classics. Even his dabbling in history books is a bit superficial. He just likes fishing and the like.
It's a wonderful thing, but it's a pity that I didn't put my thought into the right place.
Now when I heard Su San talk about wanting to teach, he ignored Mr. Zhou's criticism and asked instead.
"Now that you have changed your gender, do you plan to take the scientific examination?"
The old man said this, of course, with the intention of admonishing. After staying together for a long time, the old man naturally had more ideas to persuade the young people to make progress.
It's just that the old man didn't know that in terms of mental age, his past life plus this life would probably make him older than an old man. If it weren't for this period of time, he was completely separated from the environment of his previous life, and he got enough rest physically and mentally.
At this moment, I don't even feel like talking to others, let alone talking about the scientific examination that scholars dream of.
Teaching is just an order from his family and a dream he had in his previous life, but he has not really changed his temperament... He still likes to be more leisurely and comfortable... "For a swinger like me, it is better to go with the flow, so as not to ruin the scholars.
The reputation of..."
"You always talk nonsense, why don't you keep fishing with old men like us?"
"It's a wonderful thing...Besides, isn't this boy starting to be a husband..."
"Hmph." Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes and said, "Are you going to teach the children how to fish?"
Su San only chuckled and shook his head.
Yu'er heard this on the side and felt a little angry, but she didn't dare to contradict the old man with words. She looked aggrieved and said, "My young master is very knowledgeable. He can write such a thick book for two or three hours at a time. His handwriting is also very good.
.It’s not just fishing.”
Of course, I can also play poker, but I'm just a little worse at it than myself.
Seeing the aggrieved look on Yu'er's face, Mr. Zhou felt a rare embarrassment, "Haha, if I'm to blame, it's your young master who is always out of tune... Oh, I guess this is just nonsense..."
Seeing Yu'er's eyes filled with tears and looking like she was about to cry, the old man quickly changed the subject and kept her company.
At this time, Yu'er was thinking that the young master would not teach those children to fish, but it was not certain whether he would teach those children to play poker.
Putting aside this topic, Mr. Zhou talked to Gongsun about the situation in the north. The Mongolian tribes in the north have become more powerful in recent years. The Jin people are restrained and do not dare to go south on a large scale. The Feng Dynasty is afraid that it will be too peaceful and forget about the shame of the country and the family.
hatred.
They rarely talked about these words, and when they did talk about them once or twice, he would just listen and not participate in the discussion.
On the way home, with a smile on his face, he kept turning his head to Yu'er behind him, which made Yu'er's face turn red and she just lowered her head and followed him.
"Yu'er thinks about this young master so much, shouldn't he be rewarded with something?"
Holding the corner of her clothes and twisting her toes awkwardly, Yu'er didn't raise her head, look away from him, or speak.
"Then let's sell a hairpin!" Even a little girl should like these jewelry.
"Master, you are so mean! Yu'er is still young, how can she use her hairpin?"
In the master's room, the maid serving personally should have the consciousness of being pulled into the bed by the master to warm her feet. Giving a hairpin means that the hair is to be tied up, and having the hair tied up is the dress of a woman.
Although Yu'er was only thirteen years old, she knew something about the affairs between men and women in ancient times, when precocious puberty was common. Although it was not uncommon in the dynasty to have her body broken at the age of twelve or thirteen, it was really
If it happens to me, I am still a little embarrassed. In fact, I am not prepared at all.
"Oh, I'm too young to use my hairpin. Is there such a thing? Then I'll buy you a meat bun as a reward. I remember you were born in the year of the dog."
Somewhat disappointed, "The young master always says some incomprehensible things. What does the meat bun have to do with the zodiac sign?"
"Why is there no relationship? There is a saying that talks about the relationship between meat buns and puppies. Since you don't know, forget it."
"Master, if you tell Yu'er, won't Yu'er know? Master, tell me!"
"Haha... As long as you know, that sentence just describes that people who belong to the dog year like to eat meat buns, that's fine..."
These were all jokes, and they were forgotten after they were said. Since he was going to teach, he still had to make some preparations.
It's not that he is going to prepare lessons. With his academic qualifications, he is more than enough to teach some children. It's just that Mr. Li probably wants to give himself a slap in the face and arrange for a few students who are good at homework to make it difficult for him, a new teacher.
, he knew there would be such a trick without even thinking about it.
So there is one more thing to do every day, which is to translate the "Analects of Confucius" that the children have to read all day, several times.
On this day, it started to rain lightly, the sky was dark, and there was humidity everywhere. He did not go to the East Lake to fish. Instead, he held a small oil-paper umbrella and went to the street to select some ready-made paper scrolls.
Recently, he has been a little better at calligraphy. He likes to write the famous poems and lines he still remembers on paper and hang them in his room to enjoy alone, so he uses this paper scroll more often. When he has time, he
Then I go to the store to choose some styles I like.
It was too early to go out, it was raining, and the streets were deserted. Even the shops opened a little late in this weather.
Holding an oil umbrella and walking on the quaint stone street, he felt very comfortable. To be honest, he actually liked this state of life.
With a pot of sake and a cup of light tea, old friends can wander around the world and talk about life. There is no hustle and bustle of the city, no distracting trivial matters, not a god, but a life like a god.
Sometimes he would have a very strange feeling, always feeling that he was still living in his original era, but he had just strayed into a peach blossom garden and lived in seclusion in this unknown paradise.
He was tired of living the life in his previous life and fell in love with the life in front of him. He just didn't want to go back to the past.