Wei Chen followed Sheng Changbai all the way east, passing through several small courtyards, and arrived at a secluded courtyard hidden among flowers and trees.
After entering the door, you will see a patio full of black bamboo. There is a stone table and a circle of stone benches in the patio, facing the north wing.
The wing room is a large flower hall with three bays, with transparency on all sides. On the door in the middle is a plaque with the words "Ming Xin Xing Xing" hanging on it. This is the classroom specially prepared by Sheng Hong for Zhuang Jun.
There is a large eucalyptus table at the front of the classroom, and two neat vertical rows of desks on the opposite side. The three Sheng sisters were instructed to come early and occupy the vertical row of desks on the right.
These days, it is not uncommon for male and female students to study together, but the focus of study is different.
Women mostly come to school to learn how to read and write, and the most important thing is to learn to calculate accounts in order to prepare for hosting middle schools and taking care of family property in the future.
In addition to these, Sheng Hong has other plans for letting his three daughters come to the school.
Although a woman cannot pass the imperial examination, if she can understand some poetry and etiquette, she will not lose her reputation as a member of the Qingliu family of the Sheng family if she marries into her husband's family in the future.
Minglan, who was sitting in the last row, took a peek at the two sisters, deliberately opened the food box she brought first, and carefully took out a small mountain.
This hill is made of silver wire and is shaped like a skeleton. Various delicacies are hung on it, and the sweet fragrance immediately fills the entire classroom.
"Insert food?"
Ru Lan and Mo Lan in the front row smelled the fragrance and turned around in unison.
Seeing the rockery full of delicious food in front of Minglan, Rulan's eyes suddenly shone, and she immediately stood up, unceremoniously picked two pieces of osmanthus cake from the rockery and stuffed it into her mouth, pushing her cheeks to the ground.
It's bulging, like a greedy little squirrel.
"Yeah, Mom Zhang's craftsmanship is really good. This sweet-scented osmanthus cake drizzled with honey tastes so delicious!"
Ming Lan smiled as she listened to Ru Lan praising Zhang's mother's craftsmanship, with a look of pride on her face. She glanced at Mo Lan, who was pretending to be calm, and picked a piece of Arhat cake from the rockery and held it in her hands.
"Fourth sister, try this Arhat Cake, it has lard in it..."
Smelling the tempting sweet aroma of the powder cake, Mo Lan swallowed unconsciously, but she couldn't bear to lose face as a sister. When she was struggling, she suddenly heard the sound of people talking outside the hospital.
"Sir is here!"
Mo Lan coughed heavily.
Minglan glanced back, quickly sat back in her seat, and hurriedly packed up the food boxes on the table.
Ru Lan was also startled, and tried desperately to swallow a large piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake that she had not finished chewing in her mouth. As a result, she ate too quickly and got stuck in her throat, causing her little face to turn red from holding it back.
Seeing this, everyone rushed to help, beating their backs and pouring water. After a lot of busy work, they finally avoided the tragedy of Xiao Rulan being choked to death on the first day of class.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and Zhuang Jun stepped into the classroom with a few male students behind him.
"Mr."
The three sisters of the Sheng family, who hastily arranged their appearance, stood up and saluted.
As soon as Zhuang Jun entered the classroom, he smelled a strong aroma of pastries. He frowned and looked around, his eyes falling on Ming Lan in the last row.
Minglan's heart tightened and she glanced at the food box at her feet that she hadn't had time to hide. She couldn't help but secretly complain. Fortunately, she had some quick wits and quickly realized it.
Then he bent down and picked up the food box, and said to Zhuang Jun with a smile: "Sir, you came so early, you haven't used breakfast yet. The students have prepared some good food. Would you like to use some first?" p>
Zhuang Jun was startled for a moment, then chuckled and glanced at Wei Chen beside him. He seemed to be asking, is this the well-behaved and sensible cousin you mentioned?
Wei Chen hadn't spoken yet, but Sheng Changbai couldn't sit still. He coughed awkwardly and glared at Minglan: "What does it look like above the school? Why don't you take it away quickly!"
Xiao Tao, who had been standing at the back of the classroom watching the excitement for a long time, finally realized what she was doing, picked up the food box and was about to go out.
"No need to bother." Zhuang Jun waved his hand and said calmly: "It's just a little bit of food. Let's share it together."
Wei Chen knew that the teacher was trying to save his face, so he quickly called Minglan and asked her to distribute cakes to everyone.
Minglan Jing also felt sad about this experience and did not dare to be naughty anymore. He was obedient and did as he was told.
While everyone was enjoying the pastries, Qi Heng, the last student of the private school, also arrived.
Qi Heng is about fourteen or fifteen years old. He is younger than Changbai and older than Changfeng. He is handsome and has a face like a crown jewel. It is no exaggeration to describe him as more beautiful than Pan An.
Even Wei Chen had to admit that Qi Heng was indeed the most beautiful man among all the men he had seen since he came to this world.
Compared with Qi Heng, who was born in a noble family, Wei Chen has more of a dignified and elegant scholarly spirit, which also has its own unique charm.
You can tell just by looking at the reactions of the three sisters of the Sheng family.
Mo Lan, who was at the front, was lost in thought with the brush in his hand, but his eyes kept glancing at the young Mr. Qi who had just come in.
Ru Lan was still grabbing the pastry and devouring it, not remembering the fact that she almost choked just now. She didn't care at all about Qi Heng's appearance.
As for Minglan, she was sitting in her seat at the moment, staring at the bare rockery with a dull look, feeling regretful: If I had known this, I wouldn't have shown it off, why not just enjoy it by myself? p>
"Okay, everyone is here, let's start class." Zhuang Jun glanced at everyone, and all the male and female students in the classroom quickly sat upright.
"A three-inch tongue is stronger than a million soldiers; one person's argument is more important than the treasure of nine tripods."
Today Zhuang Jun is talking about the content of "Warring States Policy". This sentence is the opening sentence of "Warring States Policy". It tells the story of Yan Shu, an important minister of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, who used his wisdom and eloquence to save the dignity and interests of the country.
A wise teacher can turn boring knowledge into a feast of ideas. Zhuang Jun is such a person.
He peeled back the whole story layer by layer, exposing the most valuable and meaningful content behind the story to the students. Whether it was the greed of the Qin people, the stupidity of the Qi people, or the helplessness of the Zhou Dynasty, they all became clear in his mouth.
It’s so lifelike.
Following Zhuang Jun's narration, the students seemed to have returned to the era when a hundred schools of thought contended and talents emerged in large numbers. Countless strategies, whether clumsy or exquisite, were performed on the vast stage.
Of course, as a conscientious teacher, Zhuang Jun did not forget to remind his students that no matter how wonderful the strategy is, it is useless in the face of absolute force.
The two naughty little guys Minglan and Rulan were fascinated by it, which shows the depth of Zhuang Jun's teaching skills. Even Wei Chen and Sheng Changbai, who had already become scholars, were also fascinated by it.<
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Before they knew it, the morning classes were over and the imperial examinations would be taught in the afternoon. It was useless for the three sisters of the Sheng family to listen. This was the end of their attendance today.
Before the morning class ended, Zhuang Jun called Sheng Changfeng and the three girls to him and assigned them today's homework. Then he pointed at Wei Chen who was standing beside him: "From now on, when you finish your daily homework, you will hand it in first."
If he doesn't understand, then ask me again."
A few months ago, Sheng Changfeng was already Wei Chen's de facto student. When he heard Zhuang Jun's arrangement, he was naturally excited. He bowed and called out: "Little Sir!"
The three sisters of the Sheng family had different expressions. Minglan was happy, Rulan was confused, and Molan was unhappy.
But Zhuang Jun was watching from the side, and just now Sheng Changfeng started to speak. No matter what mood the three of them were at this time, they all bowed their heads and said: "Little sir."