Amu stopped his feet and said with a confident smile: "I am your savior. If you are ungrateful, you will be caught by the devil and thrown into the frying pan after you die."
Qu Le slapped him angrily: "Good boy, how dare you threaten me!"
Ammu shrank back in pain, and when he saw Qu Le's unkind expression, he immediately quickened his pace and ran away laughing. There were golden rice on both sides, and they chased and played on the ridge, their crisp laughter flowing along the refreshing autumn wind.
, sent farther and farther...
It was getting dark, and after Qu Le had dried his clothes, Mother Han just put the food on the table, called Mr. Han who had just taken a bath, and the four of them sat down and finished their dinner quietly.
This is a small village near the border town. Every household in the village has the surname Li and is called Lijia Village. Mr. Han is the only teacher in Lijia Village. He is knowledgeable, gentle and has a good appearance, so he is very respected in the village. It's a pity that Ah
Mu was nothing like him. Not only did he not like studying, he was also very naughty and liked to get into trouble whenever he had nothing to do, which made Mother Han very worried.
No, when Mr. Han wasn't paying attention, Amu pulled Qule into his room, took out all the homework assigned by his father during the day, and looked at Qule longingly. To be honest, although she was in modern times
He is an upright college graduate, but in ancient times he was semi-literate. Thinking about it makes me feel sad.
Fortunately, she helped Xiao Feng organize memorials for a period of time in the palace, and took the opportunity to learn a lot of traditional Chinese characters. If she competed with Mr. Han first, she would not be able to read enough, but if she was just dealing with a kid like A Mu,
, which is completely enough.
Taking this opportunity, Qu Le chatted with A Mu and learned from him that Lijia Village was still within the territory of the Wushuang Dynasty. But it was located in a remote area. There was not even a government office in the whole village. If there was any major problem, he would go directly to the village.
With its upright appearance and simple folk customs, it can be considered a good place to take refuge.
Qu Le decided to hide here for a year and a half, and when the storm outside passed, she would go to southern Xinjiang to seek shelter from the Lan clan.
Mr. Han's homework today is a bit complicated. He is required to write an essay-like speech on the topic of "Li". Mr. Han respects Confucian Confucianism and advocates etiquette the most. There is nothing wrong with this topic, but...he is now
The students are only about seven or eight years old, so this question is a bit out of scope.
Qu Le bit her pen and carefully recalled in her mind the knowledge taught by the Chinese teacher at the university, wondering how to write an article that was both accessible and would not make Mr. Han suspicious.
Amu sat next to her, quietly watching Qu Le as she was deep in thought. At this moment, she looked like her father when he was writing copy in the study. There was a magical brilliance in her eyes that could not be ignored.
After spending half an hour, Qu Le finally finished this article of about 300 words, and then threw it to Amu, asking him to copy it himself.
Yawning lazily, he told Amu to burn the original text after copying it, and walked towards the door, preparing to go back to his room to sleep. He opened the wooden door casually, not wanting to be stopped by Han who was standing at the door just as he stepped out of the threshold.
The gentleman was shocked.
Damn it! This big brother is so scary!
When he was caught doing homework for others, Qu Le could only giggle: "Hahaha, Mr. Han is here to find Amu, Amu is inside, you go in, I will go back to sleep first, hahaha
!”
Mr. Han: "Stop."
Qu Le failed to escape and could only follow him into the house resignedly. Amu was very confused when he saw her leaving and coming back. When he saw her father standing next to her, he immediately understood.
His expression was very bitter.
Mr. Han picked up the paper full of articles and roughly scanned the content. He looked up at Qu Le and asked slowly: "Did you write this?"
Qu Le continued to smile stupidly, showing her white teeth, saying that she didn't even know what was going on.
Mr. Han glanced at Amu again and asked, "What did you say?"
Ammu felt very guilty, lowered his head and remained silent.
Mr. Han did not look at him again, but picked up the "Book of Rites" on the table and handed it to Amu: "Copy this from beginning to end and give it to me before dawn tomorrow."
Amu's little face suddenly fell down. He was holding a thick copy of "Book of Rites" with a horrible expression on his face.
Mr. Han ignored him, picked up the article written by Qu Le, and walked directly to the door of the room: "Xiao Le, come with me."
Qu Le patted Ammu on the shoulder sympathetically, followed Mr. Han up to the study room with him.
Mr. Han sat at the desk and put the paper on the table: "Are you literate?"
Qu Le nodded slightly, and Mr. Han asked again: "Besides "The Book of Rites", what other books have you read?"
"...I also know a little bit about The Analects of Confucius and Mencius, but what I like to read most is the storybook." Qu Le raised the corner of her mouth and smiled innocently and cutely, "There are many weird stories in it. Compared with those personal stories,
The boring Confucianism, Mohism, and Taoism are much more beautiful!"
Mr. Han smiled knowingly: "You don't have to be nervous. I don't mean anything else. You don't have to change the subject in a hurry. I know you are a person with stories. I have no intention of pursuing your past stories, so you don't need to be too deliberate."
To avoid many things, the more you avoid them, the more you will care about them, do you understand what I mean?"
Did he misunderstand Shenma? Qu Le said that it would be wrong to be wrong. Anyway, her story cannot be told, so as not to cause any trouble to this peaceful village.
"Sir, your words are serious," Qu Le nodded lightly and said slowly, "Sir, his family was kind to Qu Le, and Qu Le should remember it in his heart. The past is gone. For me, the most important thing is the present and the future. Thank you very much.
Please give me some advice, sir."
"Oh, she is indeed an open-minded girl," Mr. Han said with a satisfied smile. "There are some old story books in this room. If you have nothing to do in the future, you can come here to read them. As for Amu, he is just a child. Although
A little naughty, but my heart is good. I hope you can become good friends."
Qu Le smiled and said: "I understand, thank you sir."
Since then, Qu Le often went to the study. In addition to the few books that told strange stories about the city and the country, she also flipped through those tomes, including a large number of Confucian classics. Because many places
The words were so obscure that Qu Le had to associate them with the context, and then she could barely guess the general meaning. However, it was familiar to her once, and she could read it more smoothly after getting used to it.
But she didn't know that every night after Mr. Han returned to the study, he would look through all the books on the bookshelf and smile at the books that had been moved. Sometimes he would also make innuendoes about Qu Le and ask some Confucian questions.
, he always got a very satisfactory answer, which made Mr. Han feel surprised and happy. After a while, he simply confessed the problems he couldn't solve, and Qu Le was too embarrassed to refuse, so he had to remove some time-honored words.
I tried to give him an answer that was not too outrageous, but it was surprisingly similar to Mr. Han's opinion.
At the same time, Qu Le also noticed that Mr. Han was unusual. His knowledge was astonishing and could not be matched by a rural teacher! If Qu Le had not relied on the information from thousands of years later, I am afraid she would have only
I can bow down to his knowledge.
The more Qu Le and Mr. Han talked, the more they became more and more speculative. They spanned thousands of years and became a pair of close friends. Mr. Han even took out his treasured manuscripts, hoping that Qu Le could find out the faults in them and help him.
Modifications and corrections.
After reading the letter from beginning to end, Qu Le couldn't help but feel shocked... This Mr. Han really had an extraordinary background!
With tens of thousands of eloquent words, it provides a unique and precise analysis of "Confucian governance". From the wording and writing style, it can be seen that this is not an article written for ordinary people. In this time and space, people who need to consider the general principles of governing the country need to
, it seems that there is only the person sitting on the top of the temple...
Thinking of this, Qu Le couldn't help but shudder and whispered cautiously: "Please forgive me for my lack of knowledge. Although I have studied for several years, I am just a little clever. I am really powerless for such a profound strategy.
"
Mr. Han looked at the girl with her head lowered in front of him and couldn't help but sigh: At such a young age, she is so cautious in her actions. If she were a man, it would be a good choice to recommend her to the court in the future.
"That's all, I won't embarrass you anymore," he put away the note and said with a helpless smile, "I was just in a hurry, so I thought of asking a kid like you to help. Since you don't want to, just pretend that I didn't say anything.
.”
Qu Le nodded and left the study.
When passing Amu's room, she saw him immersed in his homework. Qu Le walked in quietly and stood behind him to peek at how he was writing. At first glance, although his literary talent was still poor, his handwriting was still poor.
But the writing is much better. It seems that this guy has worked hard.
"The word '乐' was written incorrectly," she turned around and sat next to Ah Mu, pointing at the typo. "It's a stroke, not a stroke. The strokes should be heavy and light. Relax and hold the pen firmly.
Make sure you grasp it carefully, don't grasp it like a chicken claw."
Ammu stretched out his hand to cover the typo, and deliberately turned his face away, with a hint of blush on his dark face: "You are shameless and just enter a man's room!"
Qu Le was stunned, and patted his head in confusion: "You little butt, you still have a man?!"
Amu slapped her hand away angrily: "You are the little butt! Your whole family is a little butt!"
Oh yo, I was so excited! Qu Le laughed even more happily. When she saw that he was so angry that he was about to jump up and beat her, she left the room while laughing.
"It's always like this!" Amu bit the penholder, and with his peripheral vision drifting towards the door that had just been locked, he pouted dissatisfiedly, "Don't underestimate me, one day I will grow up to be a man who is upright and upright!"
After complaining, he looked down at the wrong word "乐", picked up the pen and wrote the correct word "乐" next to it, looking very serious.
...I must work hard and never let Qu Le underestimate him!
It was the end of the year in a blink of an eye, and Qu Le was helping Han's mother prepare New Year's items. Mr. Han took out the couplets he had written, asked Amu to bring a stool, and carefully posted it on the door.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and every household in Lijia Village is busy with work and is full of joy. (To be continued)