The next day, Wen Ya and Xu Lan arrived at the mountain pavilion half an hour early because they had to have a apprenticeship ceremony at Mao Shi. As soon as they prepared tea, futons and other items, the young masters began to arrive one after another.
Although they got up early, everyone was still looking forward to becoming a disciple, especially after hearing those words of cultivation yesterday. Some people were so excited that they couldn't sleep all night, so that they still have blue or bloodshot eyes.
Wen Ya was very satisfied with their positive attitude. At least no one was late. It was only three quarters before everyone arrived.
She asked everyone to line up in two lines.
He Yunshenji jumped and rushed to the first place in line.
Si Wenzhi smiled, waving a folding fan and lined up behind He Yunshen. His voice was neither high nor low, and he said, "I'll beat the first bird with a stick. With your temper, I won't be surprised if you suffer a big loss in the future."
He Yunshen gritted his teeth and raised his foot to step back. Unfortunately, Si Wenzhi dodged quickly and missed the step with his foot.
"I'm not going to talk to you today." He was about to become a disciple, and He Yunshen was too lazy to bother and stood at the first place in the second row.
The smile on Si Wenzhi's lips grew wider, and the folding fan in his hand whirred even more vigorously.
Wen Ya waited for everyone to stand up before giving a serious lecture: "Becoming a teacher is not a trivial matter. As the saying goes, once you are a teacher, you will always be a father..."
"But master, you are a woman." He Yunshen couldn't help but interrupt.
Wen Ya glanced at him sideways, waved her hand, and the next moment, He Yunshen jumped up, pointing at his mouth, waving his hands, and bowing, which made the others confused.
Si Wenzhi covered the lower half of his face with a folding fan, only revealing his narrowed eyes, "Oh, I can't speak anymore."
Wen Ya glanced at He Yunshen coldly, "If you move again, I'll hang you from the beam."
He Yunshen's body was firm, and he covered his mouth and stayed still. The others also stood up quickly, not daring to be disrespectful at all.
Wen Ya continued: "Today I am going to be my master, I have to kowtow three times and offer three cups of tea before the ceremony is complete."
The young men all nodded to show they understood.
Wen Ya lifted up her clothes and sat on the imperial chair in the center. Xu Lan stood aside. Seeing that the time was up, she shouted: "The auspicious time has come, let's perform the ceremony of worshiping the master."
He Yunshen covered his mouth and did not respond. Si Wenzhi glanced at him, shook his head, handed the folding fan to the disciple behind him, and stepped forward with the hem of his clothes.
"Kowtow." Xu Lan waited for him to stand still and shouted.
Si Wenzhi kowtowed a song.
“Jing Si Tea.”
Taking the tea cup from Xu Lan, Si Wenzhi handed it to Wen Ya respectfully. Wen Ya took the tea cup but did not drink it, but put it on the table.
"Second kowtow." Xu Lan shouted again: "Have tea."
Si Wenzhi kowtowed again, took the second cup of tea from Xu Lan and offered it to Wen Ya. After Wen Ya took a sip, she placed the tea cup on the table.
"Kowtow three times. Respect the tea."
Si Wenzhi sang the third song in response and offered the third cup of tea to Wen Ya.
Wen Ya dipped her middle finger and thumb into tea, sprinkled a little bit on Si Wenzhi, and said to him: "Today you and I are destined to be master and disciple. From now on, you will be my disciple. I hope you will study hard in the future."
, Live an honest life. Set an example, love your juniors, and respect your teachers."
Si Wenzhi folded his hands and bowed, "Disciple, please follow your master's teachings."
"The ceremony is over."
...
The apprenticeship ceremony for twenty people lasted from Mao hour to Chen time. Wen Ya hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so she let everyone move freely for half an hour, and then went out to eat with Xu Lan.
However, when she reached the door, she stopped again and called He Yunshen to her side, "We are going out to eat together. I will answer the questions you asked last night."
He Yunshen's eyes lit up and he bowed respectfully, "Master, please."
The three of them left the mountain pavilion. When the other disciples saw this, they all looked curious. Someone murmured, "Master, why are you taking He Yunshen out alone?"
Si Wenzhi tapped the young man on the head with the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile: "I will call you Second Senior Brother from now on." Then he opened the folding fan and followed him while shaking it.
Seeing Wen Ya and three others sitting down at a noodle stall, Si Wenzhi walked over, waving his fan, saluted Wen Ya first, then pulled the bench and sat down on the fourth side.
Just as He Yunshen was about to ask about the registrant, an annoying voice suddenly came from above his head.
He was so angry that he punched the table, "Si Wenzhi, why are you so haunted? You appear wherever I go."
Si Wenzhi shook the folding fan in his hand and smiled: "So you are still a sentimental person. I didn't notice it before."
"You..." He Yunshen couldn't say anything, and he didn't bother to waste any words, and directly punched Si Wenzhi in the face.
However, before his fist reached Si, his wrist was clamped by a pair of chopsticks, making him unable to move.
"Master, this man's mouth is so vicious, please let me teach him a lesson." He Yunshen couldn't break free, so he begged in a soft voice.
Wen Ya said coldly: "Private fights are prohibited within the master's sect. If you want to compare notes, I will give you a chance in the future as a master."
He Yunshen glared at Si Wenzhi, but the latter narrowed his eyes and said, "Junior brother, you must listen to the master."
He Yunshen was so breathless that he was not in the mood to ask questions, let alone eating. Moreover, with this guy here, it was hard for him to ask questions, so he got up and left angrily. Chang Sui hurriedly followed.
Si Wenzhi smiled again and handed over to Wen Ya: "Master, please use it with caution. Disciple, please take your leave now."
"Sit down." Wen Ya looked at the three bowls of noodles on the store's tray and said, "Eat before you leave."
Si Wenzhi was a little embarrassed: "Disciple has already had breakfast."
Wen Ya gave him a cool look and said, "Either you eat it yourself, or my teacher will pour it into your nostrils. It's your choice."
The smile on Si Wenzhi's face froze, and he sat down again with his butt raised slightly, "Disciple, if you feel a little underfed, let's eat more."
The shopkeeper placed three bowls of noodles in front of the three of them, then went back to cook another pot. Seeing him grabbing a lot of vegetable leaves into the pot, his wife scolded him: "The prices are so high now, why don't you save some?
Earning two yuan is not enough to buy these vegetable leaves."
The store owner replied impatiently, "You know, I'm cooking for two people, not just one person. Besides, this dish is grown in our own land, so it's expensive."
My wife babbled, "You are still proud. I think in a few days, all the vegetables in the fields will be handed over to the He family."
The store owner was confused and asked, "How do you say this?"
"Yesterday, the village head of the He family had a fight with the tenant farmers of Pingpo Village. There was blood and the quarrel was fierce. Just because the He family wanted 80% of the tenant rent and the tenant farmers refused to sign the contract, he asked the tenant farmers to pay nineteen shi of grain.
, if the tenant farmers couldn't get it, he would rob it. Our land is probably not far away."
The shopkeeper stopped what he was doing, frowned and said, "Is there any royal law for this? How can it be so unreasonable?"
My wife laughed and said, "Be reasonable? If the world were reasonable, there would be peace long ago."
(Here I am again, want free tickets. Rub hands. gif)