Mr. Jiang nodded in agreement and entered the study room with Mr. Zhuang.
Since there are four scholars in the family, Man Bao has to take classes in the study room, so their study room is the most spacious and brightest room.
As soon as you enter, there are three rows of bookshelves against the wall on the left, all of which are filled with books. There is also a row of bookshelves along the wall on the right, and the bookshelves are also filled with books.
In front of the bookshelf are three small tables and chairs side by side. At this time, each table has pens, inks, paper and inkstones and several books, but they are placed in different positions, which is a bit messy.
Mr. Jiang only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, looking at the large desk in the middle. Obviously, that was Mr. Zhuang's position.
Mr. Jiang smiled and was about to step forward to see what he was reading when his eyes were caught by a pot of yellow orchid that cracked open next to the desk, revealing beige millet teeth.
He stepped forward blankly and stared at the pot of orchids.
Mr. Zhuang smiled slightly when he saw it, and walked up with him and said: "This orchid followed me all the way from Mianzhou to Beijing. I was originally afraid that it would suffer on the road, but I didn't expect it to be strong. It has adapted to it in the past two months. Not only that."
, the flower buds have grown again, and it looks like it’s still in good spirits, which is an unexpected surprise.”
Mr. Jiang was speechless for a while. Unlike most peonies in the world, his favorite was orchids.
Especially the bluegrass with such an elegant color.
Mr. Jiang grabbed Mr. Zhuang's hand and asked with bright eyes, "Old Zhuang, do you think this orchid grass is superfluous and dispensable?"
Mr. Zhuang:……
Mr. Zhuang broke away from his hand and said, "I don't think so. I brought it from home specially."
It's just because I don't worry about it. It's a waste of natural resources to leave a single grass at home with no one to appreciate its flowers.
Mr. Jiang wanted to glue his eyes to the orchid grass, but he restrained himself and just sighed: "Well, I have no connection with it, so I can only come and see it from time to time."
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said: "You are welcome at any time."
Mr. Jiang looked around, browsed his bookshelf and said, "Want to drink here?"
"It's not good here, let's go to the garden to drink."
During the Mid-Autumn Festival in Beijing, the weather had begun to cool down, and they were sitting at the stone table under a big tree, drinking and eating, talking while the autumn wind was blowing, which was the most comfortable thing.
After the meal, the guests and the host had a great time, and after Mr. Jiang was sent out, Mr. Zhuang yawned, braced himself, and called the three children who were dozing in the study to talk to him, "Mr. Jiang, here you go."
Where are your handwriting?"
Man Bao said: "We have collected them all."
Mr. Jiang nodded and said: "Mr. Jiang's calligraphy is very good. He is famous not only in the capital, but also in the whole Jin Dynasty. The calligraphy given to you should not only be kept well, but also used often to study. Do you understand?
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The three of them nodded repeatedly, then helped the husband to sit down in the study, and brought him tea and water, "Sir, didn't you quarrel with Chen Fulin today?"
Mr. Zhuang picked up the teacup, raised his eyelids after hearing this, glanced at them and said, "It's bad behavior to argue. In the future, you should quarrel less when you have nothing to do, and don't quarrel when something happens. Do you understand?"
The three of them nodded perfunctorily, and Bai Shan continued to ask: "Sir, what is the grudge between you and Chen Fulin?"
"Children should stay away from adults' matters."
"But I think he must know where we live now and where we work and study," Man Bao said: "Sir, look at the way he sent people to follow us that day, do you think he would do it secretly?
Are you stumbling upon us?"
"Yes, sir, if you don't tell us what grudge you have made, we won't even be able to take precautions."
Mr. Zhuang thought for a while and then said: "He is just a fifth-grade doctor now. He can't cause us any obstacles."
They are now against the first-class prince and even the empress dowager in the palace. Of course, the enemy does not know their existence at this time, but their friends Master Wei, Master Old Tang and other people must have sent people to keep an eye on them.
With them.
So he didn't think Chen Fulin could cause any actual harm to them, but...
Thinking of the methods he used to use in the past and the grudges they had back then, Mr. Zhuang still frowned and then looked at the three disciples.
The three of them looked at him with bright eyes.
Mr. Zhuang sighed, knowing that they were just curious and wanted to hear stories.
But if Chen Fulin really doesn't want him to stay in the capital anymore, maybe he will actually do something. Then he will have nothing to do. Anyway, at such an old age, he is quite thick-skinned, which is no longer the same as before.
But three children...
Mr. Zhuang rubbed his forehead, and Man Bao immediately went to massage his head smartly, "Sir, it's been so long ago that you don't even remember. It doesn't matter. You can think about it slowly."
Bai Shan poured tea for Mr. Zhuang again and said, "Sir, have another cup of tea."
Bai Erlang pushed the snacks on the table forward, "Sir, have a piece of snacks."
Mr. Zhuang glared at them angrily, and the anger and sadness that just arose in his heart instantly dissipated. He waved his hand and told Man Bao to go back and sit down. After flicking his robe, he said, "My record as a teacher is not that bad."
, Chen Fulin, he and I were both students of Fu Xue."
He paused and then said: "My teacher's family is poor, he entered school late, and there are few books at home, so he was a little old when he was admitted to the government school."
"But I was lucky at that time. At that time, the new dynasty was just established, and the war in the Central Plains area and our Jiannan Road area had subsided. It was a time when everything was waiting to be revitalized. Talents were needed everywhere," Mr. Zhuang said: "Actually, with
With my ability, I couldn’t pass the entrance examination to a private school at that time.”
However, the war had just ended and many people had died. There were not many teachers and students in the government school, and there were not many students to refer to, so it was so easy for him to get into the exam.
"This is not only true for the private schools, but also for the Imperial College in Beijing. Therefore, in those years, the Imperial College would give some quotas to various provincial schools every year, including those for direct admission. In addition, there were also quotas for the college entrance examination." Mr. Zhuang was silent for a moment.
Later, he said: "Although I was a teacher with average talent, I was fortunate enough to be able to endure hardships, so I was selected by the government school and became one of the people sent to study in the Imperial College. However, the list was changed the night before it was handed in."
Man Bao's eyes widened and he guessed instantly: "Changed to Chen Fulin?"
Mr. Zhuang nodded.
Bai Shan pursed his lips and said, "This is against the rules. Didn't the school check it?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled bitterly and said: "After checking, the school said it was because our husband said that I voluntarily gave up this spot, and the person behind me is Chen Fulin."
Three people: ...No wonder the Huang family's uncles and uncles feel a little uncomfortable every time they see Mr. Zhuang. They can always hear the uncles saying sorry to Mr. Zhuang. It turns out that they are really sorry.