Zhu Ying, who was full of dissatisfaction, finished the dinner. The reason was not the same as simply being hungry at noon, because after just one bite, she felt that the food with the rustic flavor was quite delicious. Of course, Zhang Shouna was absolutely amazing.
Excellent craftsmanship must not be wasted!
When she was washing her face and feet before going to bed at night, Miss Zhu was too embarrassed to ask Wu to help, but no matter how careful she was, most of her front was still wet. Fortunately, she had to change her clothes at night, so she could only change into a set of Wu's clothes.
She found it at the last minute and found that the middle coat and trousers that had not been worn were quite short, but they were improvised and she didn't care that the materials were rough.
During the next sleep, she, who would always choose a bed when going out, had a sweet dream!
In the dream, Zhang Shou no longer treated her indifferently, but smiled gently and gracefully. In the end, she almost woke up with a smile!
When she opened her eyes again, she even heard her own laughter. After finally waking up a little, she immediately coughed and called Zhanjin out of habit. When she found that she didn't hear a response, she couldn't help but open her eyes.
Looking around blankly, it took a long time before he realized that he was not at home, and that Wu, who was sleeping outside, was long gone.
Zhu Ying hurriedly sat up and saw a clothes rack next to the bed with a set of men's clothes on it. Her eyes lit up and she quickly got out of bed, pulled her shoes and tried them on.
After all, Zhang Shou's outfit was simple. She had just put it on and looked at the young gentleman in the bronze mirror, who was simple yet gorgeous. There was a knock on the door from the Wu family, but it turned out to be someone.
I heard some noise outside and came to bring hot water and breakfast.
After washing up with Wu's help, Zhu Ying took a look at the simple but clean porridge and side dishes and two small and exquisite white-faced steamed buns. Zhu Ying caught a glimpse of the bright light outside and asked without caring about eating: "Aunt Wu, what?
Is it time?"
"It's almost nine o'clock in the morning." Mrs. Wu took a breath when she saw this rich young lady. She had already gotten to know people a little bit because of the day and night together, and she smiled and said, "This is the countryside.
It’s not the Duke of Zhao’s residence, so it’s okay to get up a little late. Ashou got up early and went out, and he specifically asked you to sleep a little longer.”
Zhu Ying didn't pay attention to anything else. She only heard two words, go out!
Thinking of being "disliked" by Zhang Shou yesterday in the kitchen and at dinner, and now he actually left her alone, she couldn't help but feel even more aggrieved. She, Miss Zhu, was flirting with her, and countless noble disciples in the capital were flocking to her, but he actually ran away!
She hasn't done anything to him yet!
She snorted angrily, and then forced a smile: "I shouldn't have gotten up so late... By the way, where has Ashou gone?"
After so many years, the Wu family no longer had much hope for this marriage, especially after being humiliated by Zhu Gongquan yesterday. However, after Zhu Ying took Zhang Shou hostage and left for so long and then came back, she suddenly changed her temper and decided to stay, but she clearly felt that she wanted to stay.
Zhang Shou looked very curious. She felt happy in her heart, but also felt an indescribable pride.
So what if I grew up in the countryside? That can't cover up the brilliance of my family!
She immediately said with a smile: "Ah Shou is busy at home. He is probably giving lectures to the young men in the village."
Zhu Ying couldn't help being secretly surprised. She suppressed the urge to ask for more information, nodded and quickly finished the late breakfast, and then asked Wu where Zhang Shou was giving lectures. In the end, she didn't know the way.
After all, he still brought Ah Liu, a servant of the Zhang family.
The Zhang family mansion is located at the entrance of the village. Zhu Ying only arrived here yesterday and already felt it was so simple. Today, when she went deep into the village, she could truly appreciate the infinitely beautiful pastoral rural life described in poems and songs. What is it in reality?
scene.
The houses seen along the road are of various ages. Most of them are in disrepair, with broken roof tiles and even air leakage from all sides. They are simple shacks built with only bamboo fences and thatch, exuding a stench.
Of course, she had no idea that those shacks at the end were pig pens.
On the way, she finally managed to get a few words out of Ah Liu's mouth. It turned out that the village where the Zhang family was located had a relatively low rent collection and never exploited the villagers. Therefore, it was considered a place in the capital where food and clothing could be relatively guaranteed.
One of the "rich villages".
Now is the rice harvest season. There are very few middle-aged men and women in the village. Most farmers are busy working in the fields, even the older children. Those who don’t have rice fields at home naturally go to help other families harvest rice.
When the wheat fields or cotton fields are harvested in Japan, those who have received help will have their working hours returned. This is also one of the systems Zhang Shou has advocated for the past three years.
Of course, Zhu Ying didn't know this. She just felt that most of the people she saw on the road were three or four-year-old children running around.
Reminiscent of Zhang Shouna's hard work on the meal yesterday, Zhu Ying could not help but have a deeper understanding of this poem.
But at this moment, several children ran past her, making noise, and in addition to laughter, there were also a few lines of poetry floating in the wind.
"The White Emperor bids farewell to the colorful clouds, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are returned in one day..."
"Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the sky..."
If Zhu Gongquan were here, he would probably be embarrassed to death when he thought about yesterday's oath that the peasants did not understand poetry and songs!
Miss Zhu suddenly had such an unrelated thought, and then asked Ah Liu behind her: "Is this what Ah Shou taught?"
"Yes." Ah Liu's answer was as simple as ever. But this did not prevent Miss Zhu from being very happy and proud.
Zhang Shou is really capable!
Along the way, she had already experienced the mute personality of the Zhang family's male servant. Zhu Ying, who was half choked to death, was too lazy to ask any more questions. But after walking a few steps, she heard someone in a courtyard reciting "Yi Yi Ru Yi,"
Two two is like four."
She didn't think anyone in this rural farmhouse would know how to teach children Jiujiu Ge, so she simply stood outside the short fence and looked into the courtyard, only to see a boy with a milky voice whipping another smaller one with a small stick.
Children memorize the Nine-Nine Song.
"Why are you so stupid! The little teacher once said that if you can recite a good sentence in full, you can eat caramel! Sweet caramel!"
Although they were talking about a primary school teacher, Zhu Ying still instinctively felt that it was Zhang Shou who taught Jiujiu songs and memorized poems.
In a better mood, she couldn't help but curl her lips, and then left quietly. Soon, she followed the silent Ah Liu to a seemingly neat house in the village. She was thinking about what Zhang Shou was doing to people.
What class, but I didn’t want to hear a beaming shout.
"Thanks to the little gentleman, my uncle just gave me a chance to get through. I never thought I would be able to pass the exam!"
Passed the exam? Passed the exam for what? Could it be that Zhang Shou could teach students who passed the exam to be a scholar? That would be really amazing!
Zhu Ying was extremely curious, but when she took another step closer, she heard Zhang Shou laugh.
"You spent three years reading and writing. How many tree branches were bare? Then how much money did you spend on paper and pen? Only then did you become good at reading and writing? Besides, you studied arithmetic for three years and played math for three years.
With your abacus, you can calculate 100 questions in 100 mental arithmetic calculations, and it is rare that you will make a mistake. This kind of writing and arithmetic skills are not only rare among people of your age, but also rare among people older than you."
"Furthermore, when you came back last time, you said that the Shuntian Prefecture's imperial history examination this time was part of the new policy after the new governor came in. The papers were read by his most respected officials from the Song Dynasty. Although there is a possibility of being cheated by those subordinate officials,
But there must always be a few people who are just show-offs. In this case, you have a way out, if you fail to pass the exam again, your father should take you to kneel in the ancestral hall!"
Examining Lingshi? What the hell is this? Zhu Ying was completely stunned. She racked her brains and couldn't figure out what kind of official Lingshi was.
At this moment, she only heard another congratulation coming from inside.
"Deng Xiaodai, it's thanks to the little gentleman that you put on the official robe. Shouldn't you set up a table of wine and treat the little gentleman to it?"
Hearing the word "official robe", Zhu Ying thought about it carefully, her curious eyes suddenly dimmed, and she turned and left gloomily.
What was she expecting? It can be seen from Zhang Shou's bad calligraphy that his knowledge must be limited. Therefore, if he can teach a small official in this rural farmhouse, he will naturally be highly praised!
If it doesn't work out, as long as Duke Zhao's government can help him, and as long as his qualifications are not bad, he will definitely be able to excel... Of course, if he wants to do this, first of all, his father and eldest brother must come back victorious!