Duke Yu came here specially to receive the lucky bag from the East Palace. After receiving the lucky bag, the group went into the teahouse to talk. However, a group of teenagers were cautious in front of the adults. Everyone winked at Bai Shan and quietly bowed to several gentlemen.
Ran.
Liu Huan pulled Yin He, "Are you leaving?"
Yin You shook his head: "You go, I won't leave."
Liu Huan looked around and saw that his friends had almost run away. He hesitated for a moment and decided to stay.
Mr. Jiang, Mr. Chen and others obviously respected Mr. Yu County very much. When Mr. Yu County went to receive the lucky bag, they waited quietly aside. After he received the lucky bag, they respectfully invited them to the teahouse.
On the second floor, after he sat down, he bowed and took his seat.
Only one-third of the stool is occupied, and the hands are placed in front of the abdomen like Manbao and the others when they were children.
Not to mention Man Bao and Bai Shan, even Yin You and Liu Huan were stunned for a moment.
Mr. Jiang turned around and saw them so dumbfounded, and said, "Why don't you come and pay homage to Mr. Yu soon?"
The four people came forward in a daze, and County Duke Yu smiled and waved: "Don't make the children so cautious. We have all seen them before. Come, come, sit down."
He looked at Mr. Zhuang with a smile, "Are these two children your disciples?"
Mr. Zhuang bowed and replied: "Yes."
Duke Yu smiled and nodded, asking: "When did you teach them?"
Mr. Zhuang replied: "Start from enlightenment."
Duke Yu was suddenly enlightened and his face became gentler, "So they still followed you to enlightenment? Okay, okay, okay, I see you look very familiar, have we met before?"
Mr. Zhuang paused for a moment and then bowed and said: "When I was young, I came to the capital once and submitted a poem to Mr. Hang, the former Minister of Household Affairs. Mr. Yu was also there at the time, so I met him."
Duke Yu thought for a moment before recalling, "Hang? Is it Hang Liping?"
Mr. Zhuang bowed and said "yes".
Duke Yu sighed, "He died a long time ago, eleven or twelve years ago, right? You wrote a letter to him, that was more than twenty years ago, right?"
At that time, he was appointed as the Minister of Household Affairs.
Mr. Zhuang responded "Yes" again.
But Mr. Yu County felt something was wrong.
Although his memory is good, there are so many people who write to them every year that he can't even remember all the people who have written to himself, let alone the people who have written to his friends.
How could he think Mr. Zhuang looked familiar?
Duke Yu looked at Mr. Zhuang stroking his beard and asked with a smile after a while, "I don't know which poem you submitted back then. Seeing that you are dressed in white, that old boy didn't win your poem and went back to his hometown again."
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Mr. Jiang and others did not speak, but felt that the atmosphere was stagnant.
Man Bao opened her mouth to speak, and Bai Shan tugged on her sleeve. She looked back at him, and Bai Shan shook his head slightly at her.
Mr. Zhuang had already read the poem he had submitted with a smile without changing a word.
Mr. Jiang and others couldn't help but praise a good poem in their hearts, but the smile on Mr. Yu County's face gradually faded.
He has always had a good memory, and he also likes this poem written by Mr. Zhuang. He has also had the feeling of ambition in it, so when he heard it, he liked it very much.
So he naturally knew what happened next.
Duke Yu looked Mr. Zhuang up and down. He straightened his back and lowered his head slightly to let him look at him.
Duke Yu turned his eyes to Bai Shan and Man Bao, and saw that they were looking at him with round eyes and concerned faces. He withdrew his gaze and looked at Mr. Zhuang, "For so many years, you have always been white.
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"Yes," Mr. Zhuang bowed and replied, after a pause he said, "I have been a teacher, but within two years I became a teacher, and I have been there until now."
Duke Yu County nodded slightly and asked, "How many disciples have you accepted in total?"
"Three."
Duke Yu's eyes swept back and forth between Liu Huan and Yin You.
Mr. Zhuang lowered his head and did not see his gaze, but Man Bao and Bai Shan saw it and quickly explained: "Mr. Yu County, our junior brother is not here today. He went to play with his classmates."
"Junior brother?" Duke Yu looked at Man Bao and said with a smile, "So, you are the senior sister?"
Man Bao nodded.
"But I think you are younger than your junior brother."
Why should everyone pay attention to this?
Man Bao said: "But I started early."
County Duke Yu asked Mr. Zhuang, "Is this little girl from your family?"
Mr. Zhuang quickly explained, "No, this child has been studying with me since she was a child. She is very smart, so I accepted her as my disciple."
Manbao explained: "My husband opened a school in our village, and my sister-in-law cooked in the school. I went with him since I was a child. When he taught class, I sat on the doorstep and listened. Because I learned quickly, my husband taught me
Become my disciple."
"If I don't practice Buddhism, even my first books, pens, ink, paper and inkstones were given by my husband."
The Duke of Yu County understood what he heard and asked with a smile: "Then why don't you give a monk to your family?"
"My family is poor and I had no money at the beginning."
"My family is poor..." Mr. Yu County glanced at Mr. Zhuang and asked Manbao with a smile: "How many years have you been studying with your husband?"
Man Bao: "It's been eleven or twelve years."
Bai Shan almost choked on his own saliva. Did you go to school as soon as you were born?
He couldn't help but glance at her.
Mr. Zhuang also secretly glared at Man Bao and warned her to be more honest.
Man Bao thought, it was indeed eleven or twelve years ago. Although she didn't remember it, Keke did.
It said a long time ago that when she was very young, she could only walk holding on to the wall and sat on the threshold of the school. The first word she learned was to call "sir" along with the students in the school.
Duke Yu looked at it and smiled, nodded slightly, touched his beard and asked, "I remember that you had a classmate who also wrote a good poem. What was his name?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "It's been so long that I've forgotten it."
At this moment, even Bai Shan couldn't help but want to speak, but when Mr. Zhuang raised his head and glanced at him, the two disciples could only lower their heads in frustration and remained silent.
County Duke Yu nodded and did not continue the topic. Instead, he drank some tea, talked to Mr. Jiang and others, and then left.
Mr. Jiang and others sent Mr. Yu County out, and then he straightened up and said, "Strange, when did Mr. Yu return to Beijing? Didn't he retire and return to his hometown?"
Mr. Chen stared at Mr. Zhuang thoughtfully. The classmate of Mr. Zhuang mentioned by Mr. Yu was not Chen Fulin, right?
As soon as the admirers left, everyone looked at the sunset on the horizon and had no time to play, so they said goodbye and went back to their homes.
Mr. Chen took Mr. Jiang to ride with him.
Yin Youye also took a look at the time and said, "I have to go home too. If you have anything, please send me a message. If you need my help, just tell me."
Man Bao and Bai Shan knew what he had guessed sensitively, nodded and watched him get into the car.
Liu Huan followed him and squeezed up, shouting: "I'm coming with you, anyway, our two families are on the way."
After they all left, the three teachers and students got on Daji's carriage.
Bai Shan and Man Bao were puzzled and asked, "Sir, why didn't you tell Mr. Yu County?"