"Sir, he was born late and became the magistrate of Luoyang County!"
Fang Cheng looked respectful. As the saying goes, a capable person is a teacher. Although he was much older than Bu Fan, he thought he was not as good as him in terms of knowledge.
Bu Fan was not surprised.
After all, he already knew Fang Cheng's identity.
But in Fang Cheng's opinion, his expression was as calm as water, that of an expert hermit, as if he had everything under control.
"puff"
But at this moment, Song Leizi spurted out a mouthful of water.
"What? Are you the county boss of our county?"
Song Laizi's eyes widened and his voice trembled.
Can you stop trembling?
He had just ruthlessly asked the county master to return the prescription to him.
Zhang Long sneered.
Now that I know I am afraid, what did I do before?
But in front of the Confucian cultivators, he did not dare to show the slightest bit of gloating about his misfortune.
"Exactly down there!"
Fang Cheng was very polite and was not dissatisfied because Song Leizi had no scruples about him before.
"My dear, Mr. County Master, why didn't you say anything to me when you came, so that I could set up ten tables for you to receive you!"
Song Leizi stood up suddenly, rubbed his hands, smiled with a smile on his face, and looked like a bitch.
Bu Fan coughed dryly.
This Song Lezi is too embarrassing for him.
"no, I'm fine!"
Fang Cheng waved his hands quickly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
What does the hermit's cough mean just now?
Don't you think he is the kind of corrupt official who preys on the common people?
"I came here this time to visit sir, and I never like extravagance and waste!"
Fang Cheng explained aloud and glanced at Bu Fan secretly from the corner of his eye, fearing that Bu Fan would show an expression of displeasure or displeasure.
"That's right, my master is an upright official and loves the people like a son."
Zhang Long is not a person without discernment, so he naturally knows that he cannot let other Confucian cultivators have any prejudice against them.
Seeing that Bu Fan didn't show any expression, they felt slightly relieved.
"That's it. I'm very grateful to Mr. Fang for your kindness!"
Bu Fan bowed his hand. Although Fang Cheng was just a secular magistrate, he still had to give someone some face when they came all the way to a remote village just to visit him.
"No, no, no! Sir, I am a late-born man who is grateful to you for being able to set up an academy in our Luoyang County, educate the people, and provide so many talented people for our imperial education!"
Fang Cheng was frightened and stood up to salute.
"Master Fang, you don't have to be like this, this is what I should do!"
Bu Fan quickly supported Fang Cheng.
He was somewhat impressed by Fang Cheng.
He just taught five talented people and did not get any fame. The other people not only treated him with respect, but also bowed and thanked him for what he had done.
It seems that Fang Cheng is really a good official!
Song Laizi on the side was stunned.
The village chief is pretty awesome too.
Even the county magistrate is so polite to the village chief.
…
after.
Bu Fan and Fang Cheng started chatting, mostly about the Four Books and Five Classics.
Fang Cheng has always felt that his knowledge is not low.
But after talking to Bu Fan, he realized that his little knowledge was not worth mentioning in front of this hermit Confucian monk.
He even felt that the knowledge of the hermit Confucian cultivator in front of him was beyond that of anyone he knew.
But this hermit Confucian monk was modest and not as arrogant as the Confucian monks he had seen before, and he became more and more respectful in his heart.
These are the true Confucian cultivators.
When it was getting late, Fang Cheng got up and said goodbye, saying that something happened at the yamen, and Bu Fan sent them outside.
"Thank you sir for your advice!!"
Fang Cheng felt grateful in his heart. He only had a few cups of tea with the hermit Confucian monk in front of him, but he felt like a spring breeze and benefited a lot.
[Fang Cheng has a good impression of you, and the current favorability value is 90]
"No need. In the future, you can come to the village when you are free, and we can communicate again!"
Bu Fan smiled slightly, he felt pretty good about Fang Cheng.
"Thank you sir!"
Fang Cheng's eyes lit up and he raised his hands in salute. Being able to discuss this with a Confucian cultivator was a great opportunity for him.
…
"May I ask this strong man his name?"
On the way back, Fang Cheng said politely.
"I don't have a famous name. People in the village call me Song Lezi. County Lord, you can just call me Song Lezi!" Song Lezi said cheerfully.
When he returns home, he will definitely show off to his wife. He is also someone who has met big shots.
"It turns out to be Song Zhuangshi!"
Fang Cheng arched his hands.
This Song Lezi seems a bit unreliable, but from the previous conversations between Song Lezi and the hermit Confucian monk, I am afraid that the two have a close relationship.
Passing by the village entrance.
Fang Chengcheng noticed the group of children under the big locust tree.
Before, I heard Song Leizi say that these kids were playing chess there, and they were also students from the Extraordinary Academy.
"Let's go over and take a look!"
"Sir, are you also interested in Go?" Song Laizi asked curiously.
"Know a thing or two!"
Fang Cheng smiled.
Walking forward, I found that two teenagers were playing chess at the moment. The children around them were watching quietly, and everyone was paying special attention.
Fang Cheng couldn't help but nod.
As expected, he was a student taught by the hermit.
After that, Fang Cheng looked at the chessboard. Black and white stones were coming and going. The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.
Although his Go achievements are not comparable to those of Go masters, he can still be regarded as a small success.
But compared with the two teenagers playing chess at the moment, Fang Cheng actually felt ashamed. He did not expect that the level of these two teenagers would be so high.
Even the students in the academy are so good, so how accomplished must the hermit who taught them be?
But at this moment.
A beautiful piano sound came out, melodious and clear, like a mountain spring playing in the green mountains.
Fang Cheng was immediately attracted by the sound of the piano and walked quickly in the direction from which the sound came.
Soon, I arrived outside the gate of the private school.
"Did the sound of the piano come from a private school? Could it be that the person playing the piano is also a disciple of that gentleman?" Fang Cheng was stunned.
"Yes, our village chief knows a little bit about everything. He not only teaches the children to play chess, but also teaches them to play the piano and draw!" Song Laizi said proudly.
These other private schools don't have it, and only the private school in their corner village has it.
I know a little?
Fang Cheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Judging from the melodious and melodious sound of the piano just now, I am afraid that his level is no worse than that of many people who are proficient in piano skills.
Proficient in poetry, calligraphy, Go, piano art, painting, and medicine, this hermit must be too knowledgeable.
You have to know how ordinary Confucianism cultivators can master so much.
Could it be that the hermit was a great Confucian?
A thought flashed through Fang Cheng's mind, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
Before, he had guessed that the hermit Confucian cultivator was most likely a bachelor or above.
Above the bachelor's degree is the grand bachelor, and each grand bachelor has a very high status in the court.
Above the great scholars are great Confucian scholars. Each great Confucian scholar is profound and knowledgeable. Even today's sages must respectfully call him sir when they meet him.