There is no need to buy biscuits today. The Xiangfu gave them something to eat, which was more abundant than the usual dishes, as well as a small bottle of wine. This time, Wu Du didn't flip the table domineeringly. Duan Ling set the dishes.
"You kid, your future is limitless." Wu Du suddenly said.
Duan Ling bit the bullet and poured wine for Wu Du, Wu Du drank it, and said nothing.
That night, he still went into the room to sleep, without any intention of leaving, and Wu Du did not chase him away. The next day he saw Wu Du boxing in the courtyard. He stood and learned from him for a while. Wu Du frowned and said, "Aren't you going?"
Duan Ling said, "Then... I'm leaving."
He resigned from Wu Du, went to the Prime Minister's mansion, and officially started his career as a companion. I didn't know much about Muqing before, but I only thought that it was another Batu. He had always had a good idea of how to clean up Batu. He was inseparable from his originality.
However, Duan Ling guessed wrongly. Muqing and Ba are completely different. Badu always speaks wrongly, but Muqing brought Duan Ling a bamboo tube and poured beans on the first day.
"What's going on, Wang, what's your name?" Mu Qing asked Duan Ling.
"Reporting to the young master, my name is Wang Shan." Duan Ling said to Mu Qing.
The husband coughed, but Mu Qing completely ignored him and asked Duan Ling, "Why is it called Wang Shan? Is there any purpose?"
The gentleman glanced at Duan Ling, Duan Ling thought that he was studying, why are you talking so much? The master said, "If the young master asks you something, you will answer him."
So Duan Ling didn't want to be looked down upon by his master, and replied: "Wang, it is the Kun Gua in Yixue, with one vertical separated by three horizontals, it is the six yin; the mountain is three vertical, it is the three yang, the Qian Gua, the Wang Shan's hexagram. It means heaven and earth."
Mu Qing: "..."
gentlemen:"… "
"Then, why isn't it called Wang Chuan?" Mu Qing asked.
"No reason." Duan Ling replied, "If the young master likes it, I can change my name to Wang Chuan."
Muqing waved his hand and continued to read. The teacher was halfway through the solution, and Muqing asked Duan Ling, "When I went back yesterday, did Wu Du get angry?"
Duan Ling: "..."
The gentleman had to stop again, thinking that he was always interrupted by Muqing, he was used to it, and just in time for a cup of tea, Duan Ling said to Muqing, "No, young master."
"Did I bring you something to eat?" Mu Qing asked again.
This time, Duan Ling touched Mu Qing's mind and said, "I sent it, I have never eaten such a delicious food."
Mu Qing winked at Duan Ling, presumably proud.
The master started teaching the scriptures again, and after a while, Mu Qing said to Duan Ling like no one else was there, "Is there any fun poison in Wu Dufang?"
Duan Ling thought that it was not easy to be a gentleman in the prime minister's mansion, so he briefly said a few words to Muqing. Although Muqing usually has many playmates, this is the first time he has encountered Duanling. Ordinary servants are full of flattery, either playing with him, or bowing their heads and listening, respectful and obedient, when asked, because of their knowledge and vision, they can only be a sidekick, which is meaningless.
Duan Ling was like a bottomless pool of water, steady and restrained. Seeing that, he had read a lot of books and had some knowledge. Mu Qing couldn't hold back his curiosity. After figuring out the inside and outside of the ridge, I stopped.
However, after a morning, he became more interested in Duan Ling. In the afternoon, Duan Ling played Cuju with him for a while. When I was studying in Shangjing in the past, everyone was either wrestling or Cuju. The two skills were simply superb. Among them, Helianbo was a good player and often won a lot of prizes. Duan Ling got the true inheritance of Helianbo and had a solid foundation in martial arts. With just a few strokes, Mu Qing was filled with worship.
"That's it, that's it." Duan Ling taught Muqing the tricks. Muqing never expected that this kid is actually a mid-level expert. In the past, the little servants just kicked a few times, how could they have such a skill? And Duan Ling didn't hide anything. The two of you came and I went and played for a while. In the afternoon, Mu Qing took a nap on the couch. When he woke up, he watched Duan Ling fan him and read a book.
"So hard." Mu Qing said in a daze.
"The family is poor." Duan Ling replied, "It's impossible without work."
Mu Qing turned over and continued to sleep, but woke up after a while, sat up, yawned, and glanced at Duan Ling. When Mr. came in the afternoon, the two continued to read again.
In the evening, Duan Ling had served Muqing, but when he was about to leave, Muqing was a little reluctant. Since Mu Kuangda's anger, a group of pig friends and dog friends in Muqing dared not come to him again, and a few servants did not dare to harass him, for fear that it would spread to Mu Kuangda's ears and be beaten to death by family methods.
So Mu Qing was pitiful, alone, waiting for Duan Ling to come and talk to him the next morning. Before leaving, Duan Ling saw Muqing in a daze under the corridor, but he felt very guilty, but Wu Du was at home for a day and didn't know what to do, so he must have done something wrong, so he bowed to Muqing and said, "Young master, I'm leaving. "
Mu Qing was in a daze, wondering what he was thinking about, so he casually danced his sleeves and motioned to go back.
In the secluded courtyard, some dishes were set before Wu Du’s case. Duan Ling brought some food back and washed his hands. Duan Ling asked, “Why don’t you eat it?”
"Master Wang's ration." Wu Du said, "How dare you overstep?"
Duan Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and respectfully waited on Wu Du, who was then dissatisfied and began to eat dinner. He questioned Duan Ling again, what Muqing had read while studying, and Duan Ling described it one by one.
For more than half a month, Muqing only regarded Duan Ling as a playmate at first, but Duan Ling's serious attitude motivated Muqing, making him seem to gradually read some books. Those who are close to Zhu are red, those who are close to ink are black. This is true. Duan Ling is upright and upright, like a jade, saying that humans and animals are harmless, but with a vague edge, saying that he is angry, but From time to time, it is unpredictable.
"A little progress." Mu Kuangda said.
"Young master has grown, and Wang Shan's essays are like a warrior who reads." Mr. Chaomu Kuangda said, "It's a good seedling."
Mu Kuangda drank tea, slowly turned over the articles written by his son and companion reading, and made comments.
"Like a scholar who learns martial arts." Mu Kuangda said, "The essence is still a scholar."
Every time Zhanyi slaughtered dogs, he was always a scholar. Mu Kuangda was the most annoying in his life, and he was always emotional, which stirred up a lot of variables in his good layout, and always made a mess in the end. Although the scholar is unwilling, there is also a saying that "everything is inferior, only reading is high."
"Reward him with some money." Mu Kuangda said, "Since the gentleman wants to go home, he will give the dog a two-day leave. Since he has agreed to Qing'er, he will let them go to play and let Wu Du follow him. After all, he is an assassin. The courtyard is also a waste."
The husband took the article to see Mu Xiang, and Mu Qing and Duan Ling were waiting in the study room to pass the story. Mu Qing was uneasy, but Duan Ling was very calm. Take it back to see.
Muqing always felt as if he had seen this momentum somewhere, leisurely, elegant, as if everything was under his control, like who... But he couldn't remember who it was for a while.
"Don't worry." Duan Ling said, "It's a good job. If people tell you that you've been wrong, you'll be happy. If your husband comes back and scolds you and picks on you, you should be happy."
Sitting in front of the desk, Mu Qing drew a little man with two beards, and laughed. Duan Ling often had fun while he was suffering, and reading became easier.
"I'm most afraid of 'inquiring about politics'." Muqing said, "If it were me, I would collect the money from the rich and give it to the poor, and everyone would feel at ease."
"But what should I do when the money runs out?" Duan Ling said to Muqing, "In the final analysis, it's still on the land."
"Let them buy land." Mu Qing replied.
Today's monthly exam question is how to resettle the refugees who fled south. Years ago, there were many wars, and millions of people from Liao and Chen poured into the Central Plains and Jiangnan. They lost their own land and were ravaged by the Yuan army. When he went south, he froze to death again, fled to Jiangzhou, and even crossed the Yangtze River to the south.
So Mu Kuangda came up with a title of Mencius's "Husband's benevolent governance must start from the classics", which cut into the field problems that are common in Nanchen today. Muqing understood the meaning of Mu Kuangda without Duan Ling's help, because Duan Ling He had been told to "think about what was not said in the question".
"I bought the land." Duan Ling said, "there will always be some people who are diligent, some are lazy, some are lucky, some are unlucky, and the money and land will gradually be concentrated in the hands of some people. Good fields."
"Then let's divide it again." Mu Qing said.
"It goes on and on and on and on." Duan Ling said with a smile, "But would you be happy to let you give away your wealth to the poor?"
"I'm happy." Mu Qing said.
Duan Ling: "..."
With Muqing's mind, he must be really happy. If everyone in the world was like Muqing, it would be fine. Duan Ling thought that Mu Kuang was able to give birth to such a son, which is really shocking. People can't laugh or cry.
When the husband came back, he told the two of them that they had done a good job in the article. Muqing immediately cheered, and the husband put the two of them on leave. Duan Ling packed up and went back to accompany Wu Du. After Mu Qing finished cheering, he suddenly felt a little disappointed. Ling didn't come during the leave period, and he didn't even know what to do.
Now let Muqing go to play with his former pig friends and dog friends. He doesn't want to go. Duan Ling is a good playmate. He listens a lot, talks less, and is proficient in all kinds of martial arts. He can catch ants. Grasshoppers can catch birds, write articles and shoot arrows, and they can also write riddles for Muqing to guess, and those who cite scriptures casually will make a few jokes about saints. Although the two are similar in age, Duan Ling is more mature and calm.
"How did it go?" Mu Qing asked.
"I have to go back first." Duan Ling said, "or Wu Du beat me."
Mu Qing wanted to stay with Duan Ling for dinner, but after hearing what Duan Ling said, he had to wave his hand and let Duan Ling go away by himself. It's hard to find suitable friends these days. They are either flattering or flattering, or they are dull and the words don't express their meaning. It can be seen that even if people are not judged by their appearance, people are still divided into three, six, nine, and nine levels. Everyone likes interesting people, People with elegant taste and serious people are friends.