Mao Badou held back the whole morning.
During the period, Mr. Meng was teaching the scriptures on it, and sitting next to him, he stared straight at Xue Tingxiang. After the bell rang, the gentleman left, and he rushed over in a hurry.
"Tell me now..."
Li Datian pulled him from the side, looked around and said, "If you have anything to do, I'll tell you later."
Mao Badou picked up Xue Tingxiang and left, Li Datian sighed helplessly, helped to pack up the case, and packed his own things, and asked Chen Jian to go back to the house together.
When the two entered the door, they heard Mao Badou's impatient voice: "Quick, tell me quickly, the person who came that day was your little fiancee?"
Xue Tingxiang knew there would be such an event, and looked at him helplessly: "So you pulled me out in a hurry just to ask this!"
"You don't know why I went back and thought about it for a whole day, why your fiancee was wearing a man's clothes, and who was the man who came to pick you up with her? I saw that your face was wrong that day? Could it be that—"
Mao Badou's face became terrified, and it was estimated that his head, which had read countless storybooks, had already made up many stories based on what he only knew.
How did Xue Tingxiang know that he had this kind of ability, and he was still thinking about what to say, so he listened to him: "Could it be that she is not your fiancee, but your sister-in-law, that person is your brother, you actually..."
Xue Tingxiang's face darkened on the spot, but Mao Badou didn't notice it at all, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he patted his shoulder with a sigh of relief: "This is unethical, you must be careful. Hold back, big brother."
"Go go go, what the hell are you thinking about! That man is from our village, his father is better with my father, and there is no help for Zhao'er to do business, so he asked him for help..."
In desperation, Xue Tingxiang gave a brief overview of the matter.
He didn't want to say too much, but the whole thing was too complicated. Pulling out the radish and pulling the mud, in the end, he could only tell everything about his background and the business of Zhao'er.
In fact, he didn't want to hide it from Mao Badou. After many years, he would always let them know.
And Mao Badou also followed his story, scolding and feeling that Xue Qingshan and his wife were nothing.
"So, this guy named Jiang Wu likes Sister Zhao'er, but Sister Zhao'er doesn't know. You also like Sister Zhao'er, but Sister Zhao'er treats you as a younger brother?"
This was probably the most embarrassing moment in Xue Tingyan's life, he froze and didn't speak.
Mao Badou smacked his mouth one after another. It was the first time that Xue Tingxiang wanted to beat a person so badly and wanted to throw him out.
"Oh, I'm still a big deal. Leave this to me, and I guarantee that from now on, only you will be in the eyes of Sister Zhao'er, and I won't look down on that girl named Jiang Wu."
Xue Tingxiang looked at him suspiciously.
Mao Badou became excited: "Don't look down on me, I'm someone who has read all the books on the market. I'm not good at learning, but when it comes to the love between men and women..." He laughed slyly, He patted his chest: "I'm definitely better than you."
"Okay, okay, Tingxiang, don't listen to his nonsense." At this time, Li Datian came over: "He is the kind of person in the legend who is invincible in the world and powerless in doing it. I don't know who was because Sister Xiaocao next door moved, and hid in bed in the middle of the night crying." Li Datian, the honest man, told the truth again.
Mao Badou was so provoked that he jumped three feet high, his face was red and his ears were red, and he looked like he was about to cut his robes with Li Datian.
"Well, Li Datian, you actually look down on me, you wait for me, I'll come when I go." After that, he ran away like a tornado.
This waited until the three of them finished their lunch, went back to the house for a quarter of an hour, and got up to read a book for a quarter of an hour before Mao Badou came back from outside.
I don't know where he is going, he looks like a thief, his already chubby body has gained weight out of thin air. If it wasn't for the three of them sharing the same number as him, he would not have noticed it.
He was panting, and as soon as he stood still, he took the teapot on the square table and took two sips, and then began to undress.
The honest and honest Li Datian scolded: "You are a scholar, in broad daylight, the world is bright, and you actually take off your clothes."
"Fuck you Li Datian, you are always against me today, I'll take it off, I'll take it off..."
Seeing that this living treasure took off his jacket three times and two times, and another jacket continued to take off, and finally revealed a few books inside that were tied to his chest and waist with messy cloth strips.
No wonder this kid is a little rounder out of thin air, but it turned out to be something entrained.
Mao Badou began to pull the book from his body, and the few people sitting cross-legged behind the table saw one, two, three or four books. Mao Badou actually unwrapped twelve booklets from his body.
He patted the stack of books with his hand, then tore off the cloth from his body and threw it on the ground, while wearing clothes, he said, "This is my collector's edition, and I never lend it out. Our brothers are deeply in love, so I will lend you a look."
Xue Tingxiang was confused by his appearance, but Li Datian explained it to him: "Badou, you don't want to die. You brought in so many books. You forgot what the owner of the museum told you!"
Mao Badou waved his hand indifferently: "It's nothing, there are only four of us in this house. If you don't say it, I won't say it, who knows!"
Just then, the bell rang outside.
Mao Badou picked up the notebook, climbed onto the bunk and stuffed it into the cabinet. But his closet was so messy, the socks and clothes he had worn were piled up in a pile, and in the end they could only be stuffed into the other three's closets.
Mr. Meng finished his lectures on "The Great Learning" in ten days. Today, he began to lecture "Xue Er", the first chapter of "The Analects of Confucius". He is very particular about the principle of step-by-step teaching, and also follows the Zhuzi reading method that most scholars use nowadays.
Zhu Ziyou said: The method of reading should be orderly and constant, consistent and unremitting, calm between sentences and meanings, and experience in the practice of practice, and then calm and rational, and gradually see the meaning.
Zhu Zi also said: "The Great Learning" is the gateway to morality. Scholars should give lectures first. Knowing it is the scale of learning. You can read "The Analects of Confucius", "Mencius", and "The Doctrine of the Mean". First, I saw the general use of the original principle of Yoshiri, and then I examined the various scriptures with great interest. Because of the different rules and regulations of the various sutras, the kung fu is vast, and if you don't read "The Great Learning", "On", "Meng", "The Doctrine of the Mean" first, you will be enlightened and have your own mastery in your heart, which is not easy to seek.
Generally, there is no sermon in the afternoon, leaving time for students to take care of themselves, that is, to master the chapters learned in the morning. Of course, if you are not learning the Analects for the first time, you can also learn other ones, but you must read in the lecture hall.
Mr. Meng is sometimes there and sometimes not, but don't think that he can act arbitrarily when he is not there. Because I don't know when he will suddenly appear, and the rules in the Qingyuan Academy are extremely strict. If the homework assigned by the teacher is not completed, or if he is noisy in the lecture hall, he will be reprimanded and punished at light, and dismissed in severe cases.
So all afternoon, the lecture hall was very quiet. Every half an hour there is a break for a stick of incense. The students either go to the court room or drink to quench their thirst, and return to the lecture hall by themselves when they are out of date, usually very conscious.
When the bell finally rang, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The students dispersed, some went back to the hall to sort out, while others went straight to the dining hall.
After the meal was over, the students went to the water room to wash up, candles were lit in each house, and they all planned to read for a while before the lights went out.
Only then did Mao Badou find out the book of his previous words and put it in front of Xue Tingxiang.
"After reading these words, you will know what to do."
Xue Tingxiang looked at him helplessly, and said, "Badou, it's no use, I'm interested in these..." He paused before saying, "I'm not too interested."
Whether it was a dream that lasted more than 70 years, or Xue Tingxiang's more than ten years of life, he had never read this so-called script, and he knew that these things could be classified as obscene lyrics and pornographic songs. Classes, even worse than that, are just what little people use to pass the time.
The whole chapter is narrated in vernacular, telling some small stories such as strange stories, ghosts, koan cases, legends, etc. He also knows that these are some unwilling scholars who wrote them to support their families, and they should not be taken seriously.
So Mao Badou told him before, let him read these books, and he will understand what he should understand. Xue Tingxiang listened to it, but didn't take it to heart.
"Just take a look."
"But I'm really not interested in that."
When the two of you went back and forth, Li Datian over there came over, picked up a copy and said, "Okay, Ting Yan won't read it, show me a copy."
"Da Tian, why don't you look at this."
Li Datian smiled honestly at Xue Tingxiang: "Just to pass the time, I was dizzy and refreshed when I was reading." He said to Mao Badou again: "Tsk, this is all new? Why haven't I seen it before? How much money did you pay for it?"
"This is not new. I specially picked out a few books from my collection to enlighten Ting Xiang. You see how he is not enlightened, it really pisses me off."
Having said that, Xue Tingxiang could only bring a copy over: "I'll try a copy first."
Only then did Mao Badou show a satisfied smile, and went over there to ask Chen Jian if he wanted it. Chen Jian looked cold, but he was actually honest. I finally got a few friends, and everyone was very kind to him. Naturally, I didn't want to spoil the fun, so I randomly picked up a copy.
Since then, four teenagers in one room, who seem to be sitting cross-legged and sitting cross-legged behind the table and reading at night, are actually doing private work.
During the period, Zaifu, who was in charge of the night patrol, came to have a look, looked through the door that was not closed, and nodded to the next room.
It wasn't until the sound of clappers that turned off the lights outside at 2:00 a.m., and a few people blew the oil lamps as if they had just woken up from a dream, and took off their clothes and lay down.
Xue Tingxiang was lying on the bunk, still thinking about the script in his mind.
Mao Badou didn't say anything false, these words were really about the love between men and women. It's like the book "Returning to Dreams" that he read before, about a scholar who lived in a temple and studied hard. He accidentally met Wangchen, a nun in a nearby nunnery, and was shocked at first sight. Heaven and man, regardless of the worldly vision, pursue each other hard, and hold the beauty back.
This Wangchen has the color of an alluring city. She was originally a girl from a big family. Because of the chaos in her family, she had no choice but to escape into the empty door. I thought about the ancient Buddha of the blue lamp, but I had no choice but to blow a pond of spring water.
In order to win the favor of Wangchen, the scholar climbed over the walls of the courtyard, climbed books, recited poems in rainy nights and talked about the piano. Not only did he show his talents vividly, but he also tried his best to provoke him. The little nun was so provoked that he couldn't sleep every night, and finally, under the circumstances of the right time and place, the two of them achieved good things.
Xue Tingxiang only saw that Wangchen slapped his foot when he went down the mountain to carry the water, and was caught by a scholar who wanted to carry her back to the nunnery. Unfortunately, it was raining heavily at this time. Fortunately, there was a cave halfway, so the two went to the cave to take shelter from the rain. The little nun's clothes were soaking wet, and the scholar lit a fire to keep her warm, but he was shivering from the cold, and he turned his back on the way of a gentleman, not daring to look around.
Unexpectedly, there was a scream from the little nun behind her, and the scholar thought that something had happened to her, but just happened to see the little nun's clothes half-undressed. It turned out that it was Wang Chen who mistakenly saw the straw rope as a snake, and that made such a scene.
What will happen next
Xue Tingxiang was itching, but was forced to turn off the lights.
He rolled over, still thinking.
However, he suddenly saw that there seemed to be a fire next to him, and he was shocked, only to realize that the fire was coming from the bed of Mao Badou spread beside him.
"Badou, what are you doing?"
But he saw Mao Badou bow turned into a shrimp shape, and wrapped himself up with a quilt, but an oil lamp was lit inside.
"Aren't you afraid of burning the bedding?"
There was a low, sullen laughter from the side, but it was Li Datian from Mao Badou who spoke.
"Ting Yan, don't worry about him. He is very skilled. He used to hide under the quilt and read a book every time after the lights were turned off in the dormitory. He never burned the quilt, nor was he caught by the night guard."
Xue Tingxiang looked over there, and saw that there was a faint light of light in the darkness, but an honest person like Li Datian did not do good things according to the script.
"You really are!"
"I'm seeing the itching, and I can't sleep until I read it."
Xue Tingxiang lay down again, but the scene of the scholar changing his way to pursue the nun appeared in his mind again.
Pursue
All scholars have read the phrase 'a fine lady, a gentleman is a good man', but Xue Tingxiang was the first to know that there is such a method of 'prosperity'.
In the darkness, there was a rustling sound.
Xue Tingxiang knew exactly where his things were kept. When he touched the oil lamp and put it into the bed, he did not imitate Mao Badou or Li Datian. He happened to be next to the wall, so he turned his back like this, draped the quilt over his shoulders, blew the fire quilt, lit the oil lamp, and held it carefully in one hand, illuminating the small print on the book.