The capital is full of flowers, and breakfast stalls are everywhere on the street. Xu Qi'an solves his food and clothing at the breakfast stalls outside the two streets of Lixian Ya.
The stall owner is a thin middle-aged man with dark skin, wearing a dark apron, and he smiles humbly when he sees everyone.
The craftsmanship is not bad, Xu Qi'an is very satisfied with the food, the only drawback is that the people in Dafeng capital like to eat sweets, soy milk is enough, and the tofu brain is also sugared.
Xu Qi'an did not intend to compromise in this heretical city, and told the stall owner not to put sugar, but added soy sauce, pork fat, chopped green onion, and minced garlic.
In addition, there are four fried dough sticks, six meat buns, two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and three dishes of side dishes.
After eating, Xu Qi'an was ready to pay the bill.
"Master, you are very polite. It is my blessing that you can come to me for breakfast." The stall owner looked at Xu Qi'an's uniform, and refused to ask for money.
He glanced at the empty disc left by Xu Qi'an, and his eyes flashed with distress.
"Really not?"
The stall owner swallowed, and Xu Qi'an ate four or five people for this breakfast. Originally it was a small business that made a living.
But still dare not want to really dare not want.
"No, no, how can I take your money." The stall owner knew at a glance that he had been severely beaten by the society.
"Well, I'll sit and digest for a while, you go away, don't disturb me." Xu Qi'an waved the stall owner away.
The stall owner obliged and left.
"The system of the Dafeng Dynasty has been accumulating for a long time. If the subordinate officials do not rectify for a day, the life of the common people will not be better." Xu Qi'an looked at the busy figure of the stall owner and remembered the look in his eyes just now that he was sore and didn't dare to ask for money, pitiful like a beggar.
"From ancient times to the present, the ones who have harmed the common people the most have always been the flies that the bigwigs can't see."
He took ten pennies from his pocket, folded it on the table, and left silently.
"Finally gone." The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief and came over to clean up the dishes.
How unlucky! He thought angrily.
When he came to the table, the stall owner was stunned. There was a stack of copper plates on the table. The catcher not only paid the money, but also gave more.
The stall owner hurried out a few steps, only to see the looming tolerance uniform in the crowd, which had already gone a long way.
He opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.
For the first time in so many years, he met a subordinate who paid for meals
After Xu Qi'an's appointment, he went to the back hall to ask for leave from the magistrate Zhu, and Lao Zhu readily agreed.
He hurriedly returned to Xu's residence, pushed Erlang's door open, the two brothers nodded tacitly, Xu Erlang held out a set of moon-white Confucian shirts, covered with light gray cloud patterns.
Xu Qi'an glanced at the azure-colored robe with dark patterns on the little brother's body, and suggested, "Erlang looks good, let's change it."
Xu New Year sneered, his expression seemed to say again: You are thinking about shit.
For a martial artist in the refinement realm, the scholar's Confucian shirt is really ill-fitting, with full muscles and a high body, which will hold up the loose Confucian shirt.
The aesthetics of scholars is: the sleeves are fluttering, and the jacket is flying.
The brothers left the Xu residence, rented two yellow horses for three taels of silver, and left the capital swiftly.
The destination of their trip is Qingyun Mountain, which is 60 kilometers away from Beijing. There is an academy in the mountain, the world-famous Yunlu Academy!
Qingyun Mountain was not originally called Qingyun Mountain, and I forgot the exact name. Since Yunlu Academy was located here, the sound of reading is loud and clear, and the sky is full of fresh air.
It was renamed "Qingyun Mountain".
The two walked side by side on the official road. An hour later, Xu Qi'an looked far into the distance, and vaguely saw the outline of Qingyun Mountain and the small academy buildings.
"Resigning from the old age, my brother has always been curious."
Xu Qi'an slowed down the horse's speed, and after the cousin also reined in the reins, the two horses changed from running to trotting.
"Are you saying that the saint is the first grade?"
He is extremely curious about the major systems in this world, but unfortunately he lacks the means to understand it.
Xu Xinnian raised his chin proudly: "Do you think I would know?"
You don't know, why do you have such a proud expression, Xu Qi'an rolled his eyes and continued:
"How long did the saint live, do you know?"
Xu Xinnian nodded: "I am 82 years old."
A dignified sage, the founder of Confucianism and Taoism, even if he didn't have the first grade, he would not be bad. He only lived to be 82 years old
Well, it is considered a long life for ordinary people in this era, but the force value of this world is unusual.
Even saints can't see for a long time
Well, can't jump to conclusions, after all I know too little information
"Yunlu Academy does not admit outsiders. This is a rule. Even I can't get the teacher to agree." Xu Xinnian said:
"Brother, are you sure?"
Xu Qi'an shook his head: "It's up to people."
They decided to send their female relatives to Yunlu Academy before launching the operation, so that even if they were really retaliated by the servants of the household, Yunlu Academy could shelter the Xu residence's female relatives.
The tax and silver case almost made me fall into a box. This shit can't go away, right? If you don't handle it well, it's another crisis of extinction.
Xu Xinnian was unconvinced, waved his horse whip, and started a competition with his cousin
Qingyun Mountain is neither majestic nor beautiful. If it is not clear and clear, it is no different from ordinary wild mountains.
There are courtyards, attics, squares and waterfalls in the mountains. The trails paved with bluestone slabs are like cobwebs, connecting these places together.
In a loft on the edge of the cliff, in the private room on the second floor, there is no wall on the side of the cliff. Standing on the side of the corridor, you can overlook the vast plain and the outline of the distant mountains.
Li Mubai, a great national player who swore never to play chess again, stood by the porch with a scroll in hand, listening to the heated arguments between the two friends behind him:
"I made a mistake in this step, I have to do it all over again, I don't care."
"No regrets, this is the rule."
"The sage said: If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, and the good is great."
"Is that what the saint means?"
"Is not it?"
"Old thief, do you want to talk to me? That's ok, only one of us can leave alive today."
"The old man didn't grow up on a vegetarian diet."
Li Mubai shook his head, "Two stinky chess baskets."
One of the two behind him was Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, and the other was an old man in a black robe with a long beard growing to his chest.
Chen Tai, courtesy name Youping, is one of the four Confucian scholars of Yunlu Academy.
The four great Confucians have their own characteristics, Li Mubai is chess, Zhang Shen is proficient in the art of war, and Yang Gong, a layman of Ziyang, who served as the political envoy of Qingzhou, is good at studying.
And this Chen Youping has a talent for governing the country.
Li Mubai turned around and left the corridor, returned to the private room, and interrupted the two arguing:
"Where's the dean?"
"The eldest princess is here, and the dean is with me." Zhang Shen stared at the chessboard and replied casually.
Li Mubai said "Oh" and nodded.
Chen Tai sighed: "In three months, it will be the spring season. The students in the college are not very interested in reading. I went to the dormitory last night to go around, and there are very few readers who are struggling with the lights."
"There are only a few lights that shine on the chessboard." He said, reaching out and swiping on the chessboard, disrupting the chess pieces, and grieved: "Playing things lose their minds."
"Shameless old thief!" Zhang Shen was furious. If he loses, he will play with things and lose his mind. If he wins, he will show off his power. "You are the same as Li Mubai. You can't afford to play."
"What's wrong with me!" Li Mubai got angry.
Speaking of this topic, the three great Confucians fell into silence.
The students of Yunlu Academy have difficult careers. Even if they pass the exam, it is difficult for them to succeed in the officialdom.
This greatly dampened the enthusiasm of the college students for the imperial examination.
The elegant room was silent for a moment, and Zhang Shen said solemnly: "This trend cannot last long, and the students' enthusiasm for the imperial examination has to be raised."
Chen Tai nodded solemnly: "Even if you support it hard, you have to endure it. Yunlu Academy can't stop the officialdom."
Li Mubai pondered: "Let's open the hall to persuade students, and let the courtyard come forward."
Zhang Shen twirled a chess piece: "The dean persuades students to study every year, and it will not have much effect."
Chen Tai frowned, "We have to find a new way to let students study hard and pay attention to spring."
"How about writing an article?" he suggested.
"Thanksgiving." Li Mubai shook his head.
"Then there are only poems," Zhang Shen said after drinking a sip of tea, "Since ancient times, poems have moved people's hearts, and writing a poem that is shocking is much more effective than opening a classroom to persuade students."
After speaking, the three great Confucians looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.
The great Confucian scholars, the poetry has been weakened for a long time.
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