Zhou Yin was shocked by their shamelessness, his eyes widened, he pointed at them and tried to dismiss them, but Xia Yan pressed his hand down, he nodded with a smile and said: "That's good, I don't want my brothers in the clan to worry about me.
Please don’t spread the news about my Xia family in the future."
Until he entered the house, Zhou Yin was still shocked by Xia Yan's generosity, "Mr. Xia, aren't you angry at all?"
Xia Yan turned his head and glanced at him and said, "Angry, do you think I'm being generous by not caring?"
"Isn't it?"
"No," Xia Yan said, "This is forbearance. Forbearance and generosity are different."
Xia Yan paused and asked: "Xiao Yin, have you read the book?"
Zhou Yin was stunned for a moment and then said: "It doesn't count as reading, just recognizing some words."
Xia Yan smiled and waved to him: "Then you come with me."
Xia Yan casually pulled out a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" and handed it to him, "Read it."
Zhou Yin took it. He knew "The Analects of Confucius". Xiaopang had read it to him. Apart from "The Thousand-Character Classic", he had also read "The Analects of Confucius", but there were still some words he didn't recognize.
Zhou Yin opened "The Analects of Confucius" and read according to the words on it. As he read, he found the feeling of squatting aside and listening to Xiaopang reading while he silently memorized it...
Xia Yan watched from the side and reached out to pull the book out of his hand. Zhou Yin was stunned, and Xia Yan said: "Continue."
Zhou Yin could only memorize it with his eyes wide open, but he didn't memorize it in order. He memorized whichever article he remembered. Mainly because he was not coherent when he heard Xiaopang read it...
Xia Yan did not interrupt him. As long as he made no mistake in memorizing it, he would just let him memorize it.
After Zhou Yin finished reciting it, he felt a little nervous when he saw that Xia Yan was silent and did not speak.
It was his first time to recite in front of his husband. He had only recited it in front of Xiaopang in the past. It was a little friend, and the experience was completely different.
Zhou Yin swallowed his saliva. Seeing this, Xia Yan poured him a cup of tea and asked, "How many years have you studied?"
Zhou Yin hesitated for a moment, then told the truth, "Sir, I never went to school. I just eavesdropped outside the school window for a while. Later, I went to school with a friend for a few years and I just know some words."
Xia Yan asked him carefully how he learned from others, but he remained silent for a long time after asking.
Zhou Yin knew that Xia Yan was also a teacher, so he thought he was concerned about her eavesdropping on the class. He lowered his head and said, "Mr.
Xia Yan, who was deep in thought, came back to his senses and asked, "You want to move out?"
Zhou Yin had seriously considered this matter and said, "It's not good for me to live here forever. I know that my husband and wife are good people. I will move out when I find a place to stay..."
Xia Yan stopped him and said, "Don't be so anxious. I have a small family, and you have helped me a lot during this period. If you don't mind, you can stay at home and help me take care of the house."
Without waiting for Zhou Yin to speak, Xia Yan said again: "Aren't you literate? Have you ever thought about continuing to study?"
He said: "If you want to, you might as well stay and continue studying with me."
Zhou Yin was stunned, and it took him a long time to find his voice, "How can this kid be so virtuous?"
Xia Yan then smiled and said: "I am short of a disciple to serve me. You are very capable and just what I want."
Zhou Yin immediately knelt down and said, "Sir, if you don't want to be a disciple, just keep me as a long-term worker."
He even saved his life, so how can he be considered a disciple? He must be a long-term worker. He doesn't need any wages, just food and shelter.
Xia Yan hurriedly helped him up, "What a long-term worker, if you say you are a disciple, you are a disciple."
Zhou Yin shook his head repeatedly, "Young man, I can't bring you Shu Xiu now."
"I don't want your trousers."
"Sir, I don't want you. I don't want you, but I have to give it," Zhou Yin insisted. How could he not be a disciple and learn skills without being a disciple? Is that still considered a master and apprentice? "Young man, I will do a long-term job first, and I will come to worship you after I earn a lot of money." gentlemen."
Xia Yan:......
Seeing Zhou Yin's persistence, Xia Yan could only agree.
Zhou Yin was very excited to be able to become the long-term worker of the Xia family. He got up early the next morning to fulfill his responsibilities as a long-term worker. He went out to buy breakfast first, and then started to boil hot water for them to wash.
After the family had finished breakfast, he picked up a bucket and went out to fetch water. When he came back, he went out and bought two loads of firewood, then started chopping firewood...
As the morning passed, everyone in the alley knew that the Xia family had a new long-term worker, a boy who had been rescued by their family.
Seeing how diligent Zhou Yin was, many people murmured privately, "The Xia family's business is doing quite well. I've got such a capable long-term worker for free. I heard he doesn't even get a penny of wages."
"That's great. Seeing how diligent this guy is, he's as good as two long-term workers."
"Isn't it? How much effort and money it saves."
Xia's mother felt guilty when she saw it, and hurriedly said to Xia Yan: "Master, I think Zhou Xiaolang is quite good. It's not good to cheat him, so let's give him some wages."
Xia Xin nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, now he has even taken over the yard work, he is very diligent."
Xia Yan said: "He only has room and board in our house, no wages."
Mother Xia frowned, "When did you become so mean?"
Xia Yan smiled slightly and called Zhou Yin who was busy around, "Don't rush to do all the work. Let the wife and young lady do their work. Come to the study to find me after you chop the firewood."
Zhou Yin responded.
Xia Yan officially taught Zhou Yin how to read.
Although Zhou Yin is smart and can memorize both "The Analects of Confucius" and "The Thousand-Character Classic", there are actually many dialogues and phrases in them that he doesn't understand, and he just feels hazy while reading them.
What Xia Yan is doing now is to push aside the mist that shrouds his eyes so that he can see what is behind the mist.
There was also his handwriting that was like a dog crawling. Xia Yan gave him a lot of draft paper and said: "You must practice more handwriting. You can't learn this by being smart, you have to practice hard."
Zhou Yin responded respectfully.
He didn't have pen, ink, paper and inkstone before, but now that he has pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he is still subconsciously frugal and has to rehearse every word in his mind before writing.
Occasionally, Xia Xin would come to the study to look for books to read. When she saw what he had written, she couldn't help but smile, "This word of yours... My dad said that you have memorized "The Analects of Confucius", how can you still write this word? Will that be the case?”
Zhou Yin said sheepishly: "I have only used branches to write on the ground before, but the branches are hard and the ground is hard. It takes a lot of force to write down the words, which is different from using a pen."
He held up the pen in his hand and said: "This paper is soft, and the tip of the pen is also soft. If I apply a little force, the ink will smear."
Not to mention things like pen direction, he can only write the word "Zhou Yin" well.
But Mr. Xia doesn't like these two words very much.
"Don't show your name in the academy, otherwise people will laugh at you."