Rise of the Poor

Chapter 43: Drag the boy

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In our country, whether in ancient times or modern times, respecting teachers is the primary basic moral tradition. In the Zhou Dynasty of our country, there was an official system of apprenticeship, and in the Ming Dynasty this system was further improved.

Zhu Ping'an's apprenticeship ceremony was held in a private school. Zhu's father, Chen, and the eldest aunt who was sending Jun Ge to school watched the whole process, watching Zhu Ping'an kneel, bow, serve tea, and respond under the guidance of Master Sun.

"Studying is about diligence. Once you enter this school, don't forget to be diligent. The lights are on at midnight and the roosters crow at dawn. This is the time for men to study. If you dare to slack off, the teacher will not let you off easily."

After the apprenticeship ceremony, Mr. Sun gave instructions.

"I will follow your orders, Master." Zhu Ping'an bowed and said respectfully.

Old Scholar Sun twirled his beard and nodded with satisfaction. He then took out a half-new set of four treasures of the study from the desk and gave it to Zhu Ping'an. "This set of four treasures of the study was used by me in my early years. I am giving it to you today. Don't let me down."

Not being bound by the imperial salary was already very considerate, so when he was given the four treasures of the study as a gift, Zhu Ping'an felt a little embarrassed to accept them.

"A gift from the elder." Old Scholar Sun pulled a long face.

I dare not refuse the gift given by the elder.

Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to accept it and bowed again to thank Mr. Sun. Mr. Sun waved his hand indifferently and advised Zhu Ping'an to make good use of this set of four treasures of the study, study hard and not let himself down.

After the ceremony of paying homage to the teacher was over, Zhu's father and Chen came over to express their gratitude to Master Sun. Chen's eyes were red with gratitude. Zhu's father was not good at expressing his thanks, so he pushed the basket of things he brought forward.

When Mr. Sun saw what Zhu's father had brought, he asked Zhu Ping'an, "Yesterday I asked you to tell your family that you would not accept the donation, but did you forget to tell them?"

Zhu Ping'an shook his head repeatedly.

Chen continued, "The teacher was kind enough to accept Zhu'er's elementary education for free. Our family is very grateful. This is a small token of our appreciation. It is not worth much. It was all picked by his father in the mountains."

Mr. Sun refused, but Chen and Mr. Zhu insisted, so Mr. Sun had no choice but to accept it. Of course, Mr. Zhu and Ms. Chen would send it to Mr. Sun's home, otherwise Mr. Sun would not be able to take it home. The basket was quite heavy, and Mr. Sun, at his age, probably could not carry it.

The eldest aunt didn't confirm until now that it was really Master Sun who took Zhu Ping'an in for free, and she was extremely jealous. Of course, after returning home, the eldest aunt also told the bad news to the little fourth aunt. The crow-mouthed little fourth aunt was also stunned for a long time before she said something like "Zhu'er is lucky", which made the eldest aunt feel a little more balanced psychologically.

After the apprenticeship ceremony was completed, Zhu's father, Chen and the aunt also went down the mountain so as not to interfere with Mr. Sun's teaching.

Zhu Ping'an took his first step in this era after successfully enrolling in a private school. Although it was only a small step, it was a crucial step. Without going to school, how could he make a name for himself in this dynasty dominated by the imperial examination? With the teachings of the master, even if he behaved smarter and was different from ordinary people, no one would say anything because he was a scholar. Books contain beautiful women and golden houses. Scholars know everything in the world without leaving home. People attribute all the unusual things to reading.

"My name is Li Xiaobao, what's your name?"

Zhu Ping'an's deskmate is a very cute little fat boy, who is much fatter than himself. This little fat boy is very kind and takes the initiative to greet him. Maybe because he thinks that he is also a little fat boy, he is very affectionate to him.

"My name is Zhu Ping'an." Zhu Ping'an answered while putting his things on the table.

The little fat boy took the initiative to help grind the ink, and his claws made a crunching sound.

"Brother Zhu, you come to accompany me too. Let me tell you, the master is very fierce." Zhu Pingjun was right in front of Zhu Ping'an. He turned his head to complain to Zhu Ping'an. As he turned his head, two strands of snot came out of his nostrils, which were then sucked back in by the master with force.

In the class, the teacher taught the Three Character Classic, and then the Thousand Character Classic. Most of the children in the class were basically confused, saying that they had learned too much and couldn't remember it. But this problem was not a problem for Zhu Pingan at all. He knew most of the traditional Chinese characters, it was just a matter of writing habits and brush calligraphy practice.

After the lecture, the teacher led the children to recite with their heads shaking. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Zhu Ping'an also followed the children in reciting with his head shaking. The only feeling he had was that he felt dizzy. He really didn't know how these children did it.

Master Sun was quite concerned about Zhu Ping'an, a latecomer. After reading for a while, he called on Zhu Ping'an to read again. Although it was reading, not reciting, because Zhu Ping'an had no textbook and Master Sun was strict in class, Zhu Pingjun and the fat boy Li Xiaobao did not dare to give their textbooks to Zhu Ping'an, so most of the children thought that Zhu Ping'an would be beaten.

However, to their disappointment, after Zhu Ping'an stood up, he pronounced the words clearly and recited fluently the Three Character Classic and Thousand Character Classic from the beginning to the part covered in this class.

After calling the roll, Mr. Sun realized that Zhu Ping'an didn't have a textbook. When he was about to ask Zhu Ping'an's deskmate to borrow his textbook, Zhu Ping'an had already stood up and recited. This surprised Mr. Sun, who vaguely felt that this boy would be extraordinary in the future, and he became more attentive to Zhu Ping'an's education.

A private school is a small society. After class, the teacher went to the thatched cottage behind the school to rest. The school immediately became a mess. The children were divided into several small groups according to their closeness to each other, chasing and playing with each other.

People have three urgent needs. Zhu Pingan felt a slight pain in his lower abdomen after class, so he went to the private school toilet. It was called a toilet, but it was actually a small place surrounded by a fence in a remote corner with only one toilet. Resources were limited, so if there were more people, they had to queue up. When Zhu Pingan went there, there was already one person in line.

When it was Zhu Ping'an's turn, just as he was about to go in, a well-dressed boy of about eight years old came up from behind, looking rich and arrogant.

"You let me go first, I'm in a hurry."

The little boy was very arrogant and looked down on everyone. He directly reached out and pulled Zhu Ping'an's clothes.

Zhu Pingan turned his head and replied calmly, "You are not my shit, how do you know it is not anxious?"

"You, you wait!" The arrogant little boy seemed to have never encountered a similar situation. His face turned red, and he left angrily after leaving a word.

Zhu Ping'an didn't take the words of this arrogant little brat seriously at all. He opened the wooden door of the toilet, walked in, and solved the important matter of his life comfortably.

Well, let's go to the river to wash our hands, and by the way, see if that scheming little loli Li Shu is here. I promised to tell her a story yesterday. The break time is a bit long, almost an hour, because there are only two classes from about nine in the morning to about four in the afternoon, so the break time is longer, and students can eat something or play and rest. In this way, they won't be too tired for the second class.

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