On the second day, Xu Zhen packed the books and stationery for the little beggar and took her to school.
When I went to the head of the mountain to register, the head of the mountain looked at the household registration of the little beggar, and asked Xu Zhen: "Your sister? Xu Xiaochun?"
Xu Zhen said, "Yes, yes."
The head of the mountain asked again: "Han man, eight years old?"
Xu Zhen said, "That's right."
The head of the mountain took a deep breath and said angrily: "Do you think I'm blind! This is clearly the appearance of a barbarian."
Xu Zhen pretended not to know: "Maybe there are Hu people in our ancestors. Anyway, our parents are Han Chinese, so we are also Han Chinese."
The head of the mountain was too angry to refute her nonsense.
He stroked his goatee, sat down with his household registration, looked at the little beggar, waved to the little beggar and said, "Come here."
The little beggar looked up at Xu Zhen, and when she saw that Xu Zhen agreed, she took a step forward with no expression on her face.
The head of the mountain reached out and touched her shoulder.
Xu Zhen jumped up and pulled the little beggar back, and asked, "What are you doing, Master Shan?"
The head of the mountain crossed out the eight years old on the household registration and said, "Fourteen years old."
Xu Zhen was stunned.
He quickly realized that what Shan Zhang said was the real age of the little beggar.
The little beggar was not eight years old, but fourteen.
Xu Zhen was shocked, and asked the head of the mountain: "Can you still feel the bones?"
The head of the mountain glanced at Xu Zhen with disdain: "The former emperor was obsessed with metaphysics, and he had to learn how to look at the bones. You young people don't know it, and you still find it strange."
Just as Xu Zhen wanted to flatter her, she suddenly realized that the little beggar was already fourteen years old
Fourteen
A fourteen-year-old child is so short
It may be that he fled everywhere before, was precarious and malnourished.
But this is too short, can I grow taller in the future
If you don't grow tall, you can only be a dwarf...
Xu Zhen immediately cast a sympathetic look at the little beggar.
"Are you really fourteen?" Xu Zhen knelt down and asked the little beggar, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The little beggar nodded slightly, looked at Xu Zhen at the same level, and said after a while: "Forgot."
Xu Zhen patted her head: "If I knew earlier, I would definitely buy meat for you every day."
Fourteen years old is the best age for growing tall.
What a pity.
The head of the mountain has no time to listen to their sisterly love.
After he finished, he handed the paper to the little beggar, telling them to leave quickly.
Before leaving, he continued to emphasize: "Don't offend anyone, don't cause trouble."
Xu Zhen responded one by one.
The two took their books and went to Class E with their bags in hand.
Thinking of the classroom atmosphere she saw yesterday, Xu Zhen felt uneasy.
She tilted her head and told the little beggar: "Don't listen to the head of the mountain, offend as you should, don't be afraid of getting into trouble."
The little beggar looked up at her.
Xu Zhen brought out her life experience and said: "School hall is the epitome of court hall. When you enter, you must not shrink your hands and show scruples. If you are beaten, you must punch. If you can't be beaten, call the teacher loudly. Don't be beaten." People are being bullied."
The little beggar said: "Okay."
Xu Zhen said again: "You speak slowly, and if you quarrel, you will definitely not be able to quarrel, so don't talk to them too much, just fight directly."
The little beggar said: "Okay."
The two walked to the classroom while chatting.
In Class E's school hall, several students were also talking.
"What is the identity of the new lady, who dared to talk to me like that yesterday?"
The one who spoke was the boy who had a flirt with Xu Zhen yesterday.
His name is Li Sanlang, he is the leader of the boys in Class E, and he is always followed by a group of younger brothers.
He didn't mention Xu Zhen yesterday, so he was so angry that he went back to discuss this matter with his father.
In the end, my father didn't comfort him. Instead, he asked him to study hard with this gentleman, and he will definitely be able to improve in the future.
Li Sanlang was so angry that he didn't finish his homework yesterday, so he came to the study early.
He felt very angry no matter what he thought, he grabbed the collar of the little follower and asked: "Tell me quickly, what is wrong with the new gentleman, does she not know who I am, who my father is?" ?”
The servant who was dragged begged for mercy: "Sanlang, let go first, I was just about to tell you about this!"
Li Sanlang let go, frowned and asked, "What do you want to say?"
The attendant scratched his hair, leaned over and said, "I talked to my mother about this after I went back yesterday. My mother was on the same street as Mr. Na Xu before she got married, so I know this person."
Li Sanlang became interested, and quickly asked: "What kind of backstage is this person?"
The follower said: "There is no backstage."
Li Sanlang was stunned for a moment: "How dare you talk to me like that without a backstage? Where does she have the guts?"
The attendant hurriedly said: "My mother said that this person is a vulgar man, not pedantic. He was a teacher for two years before, but he didn't teach well. He made people stupid. He is a complete idiot! , but relying on his grandfather's background, he went to the academy to teach!"
Li Sanlang was shocked: "Did you teach people to be stupid?"
The attendant said: "Yes, yes, I originally passed the Juren examination, but I went to the academy to be taught by her, but in the end it was miserable. When I returned home to work in agriculture, I didn't even know how to read the Analects of Confucius."
Li Sanlang thought for a while with his inflexible mind: "You mean, she is an idiot, she doesn't know anything at all? And she hurt people?"
The servant nods.
Li Sanlang excitedly said: "That's not easy. Today, we will expose her and make her unable to teach!"
The attendant agreed very much: "All listen to Saburo!"
The two were discussing there.
Next to him, someone who was fighting with crickets yesterday interjected: "Yes, yes, yes, I also heard that the maid who couldn't even read the words in the Gathering was her! That Mr. Xu!"
Li Sanlang was even happier when he heard it: "Can't even read? Then what qualifications does she have to teach!"
After speaking, Xu Zhen happened to come in.
Li Sanlang didn't delay at all, smiled proudly, stood up and shouted: "Hey! Idiot!"
Xu Zhen took the little beggar by the hand, heard the voice, looked up and saw that Li Sanlang seemed to be talking to herself, and asked, "Why don't you call me Mr.? What's the etiquette?"
Li Sanlang said: "I've heard about the etiquette. You are an idiot who can't read a single word. Why should you teach us?"
Xu Zhen first took the little beggar belt and sat down at the back, laying out the stationery.
After letting go, he got up and asked, "How do you know I'm an idiot?"
Hearing this familiar rhetorical question, Li Sanlang subconsciously felt that Xu Zhen was going to mess around like yesterday again.
He thought for a while, and said, "Just tell me if you're an idiot!"
Xu Zhen said: "That depends on what you think the idiot is like?"
Li Sanlang said: "Of course he can't read all the words, and can teach others to make others stupid!"
When the followers heard this description, they laughed together and said it was very appropriate.
Xu Zhen said, "Then I am not."
Li Sanlang asked: "Why not, I have heard that you were such a person before."
Xu Zhen spoke earnestly and told him, "You only know one thing, but not the other."
Li Sanlang was stunned for a moment and asked, "Is there anything else I don't know?"
"Of course." Xu Zhen said, "Why don't I tell you a story."
Li Sanlang frowned, neither saying yes nor bad.
Xu Zhen didn't care either.
She made the little beggar sit down. Then a person walked to the front table and sat down, cleared his throat, and said:
"It is said that in the pre-Qin period, an old man passed away. His two sons took care of the funeral for him. The older brother sang with drums and drums. After three years, I just left."
When the surrounding students heard Xu Zhen telling stories, they all came to listen.
Seeing her pause, she commented: "That elder brother is so worthless, even after his father died!"
Xu Zhen said with a smile: "passers-by also thought so when they saw it, but later the neighbors told them that the eldest son who was singing drums was abused and beaten by his father every day, and he was used as a cattle and horse. Pet."
Several students around were surprised and thought for a moment.
Someone said: "The elder brother seems to be doing the right thing. His father is dead, he is free, so naturally he should sing."
Li Sanlang was disdainful: "What are you talking about, what does it have to do with whether you are an idiot or not?"
"You might as well listen first." Xu Zhen said, "This story is not over yet."
Li Sanlang asked: "What else?"
Xu Zhen said: "After another half a year, the neighbors discovered that the younger brother had gained a lot of weight during the three years of mourning, while the eldest son gradually lost weight despite eating a lot, and was finally found dead at home by the neighbors."
The people around hurriedly asked: "How did he die? Did he choke to death while eating meat?"
Xu Zhen shook her head and said, "He died because of excessive grief."
Hearing this, Li Sanlang stood up with a glare, and asked, "What is this? Why is the eldest son who is being bullied so sad?"
Xu Zhen said, "It's natural that there is an inside story."
Li Sanlang asked: "What's the inside story?"
Xu Zhen said: "The old father beat the eldest son because the eldest son did something wrong and deserved to be punished. He was a ox and a horse, and it was also to hone him so that he could inherit the family business."
Li Sanlang hurriedly asked: "What about Brother?"
Xu Zhen said: "My brother is spoiled like that, what else do you know, he just listened to the neighbors and made a superficial effort."
"So that's how it is." Li Sanlang suddenly realized, and then reacted, "No! What does this have to do with whether you are an idiot or not?"
Xu Zhen glanced at Li Sanlang, and said deeply: "This story is to tell you that everything has its outside and its inside, and you can't just look at the surface."
Li Sanlang put Xu Zhen's words in his mind, wandered around for a long time, but didn't understand.
So I asked again: "What does this have to do with whether you are an idiot or not?!"
Seeing that he still didn't understand, Xu Zhen could only say slowly, "Of course—"
Li Sanlang asked: "What?"
Xu Zhen went on to say, "It's okay."
"..." Li Sanlang almost vomited blood, "What are you talking about for so long!"
He was furious.
A middle-aged bearded gentleman stepped outside, holding a scroll in his hand.
This person is Mr. Zhao who went out to post the advertisement yesterday.
Mr. Zhao is tall and tall. It is said that he used to be a military general. He was born and died with Li Sanlang's father, so he can hold down the group of Wuban.
He said harshly, "What are you arguing about?"
The classroom was suddenly silent.
Li Sanlang returned to his seat.
After seeing Mr. Zhao, he suddenly reacted—
He held back for a while, couldn't help it, got up and asked Xu Zhen: "Are you just delaying time? Waiting for Mr. Zhao to come?!"
Xu Zhen was very cheeky, nodded and said: "Exactly." After speaking, she walked to the assistant teacher's seat and sat down, and began to help Mr. Zhao with the class.
When it was time for recess, Mr. Zhao asked Xu Zhen to collect the homework, and then took it to the back mountain room for correction.
After Xu Zhen left, Li Sanlang sat on the seat, called his friends over, and scolded: "That woman is really useless, she talked so much nonsense just to delay time, it's better to fight crickets at that time. "
The attendant said: "Yes, yes, it's better than fighting crickets."
Li Sanlang said: "She should be beaten up."
The attendants laughed together, and suddenly someone saw the little beggar sitting in the corner, and whispered, "The new one seems to be that man's younger sister."
Hearing this, Li Sanlang got up and walked over to the little beggar and asked, "Hey, are you the younger sister of that idiot?"
The little beggar was sitting on his knees beside the table, copying the copybook with a brush in his hand.
After listening to Li Sanlang's words, he didn't respond.
Li Sanlang said: "Are you right?!"
The little beggar is wearing a newly made white robe, although the fabric is cheap, but it fits well, the hem is spread on the soft cushion on the floor, the whole body is translucent white, as if there is light.
It's a pity that the scar at the corner of the eye is really fierce, and people can't help but feel chills when they see it.
Li Sanlang was so frightened that he stepped back a few steps, and cursed: "Your sister is disgusting, and you are disgusting too, mourning, beast!"
After the words fell, he felt very happy, and he was breathing a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt a suffocation—
Taking a closer look, a writing brush was stuck upright against his throat, the tip of the brush was neither light nor heavy, but it pressed him just enough to make him want to vomit but couldn't vomit, and he couldn't breathe when he wanted to.
His face gradually turned into a pig liver color, and he danced and begged for mercy, but every time he moved, his neck was poked by the pen, causing him to sweat.
The attendants around were stunned for a while, and finally came to their senses, rushing forward to save people.
The little beggar didn't feel too embarrassed, let go, and said slowly: "Get lost."
Li Sanlang sat on the ground in a daze.
His mind went blank, and he came back to his senses after a while, thinking that he was born in Wumen, bullied by Xu Zhen, bullied by a little beggar, and bullied by two women from the countryside. The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and finally almost cry out.
Holding back his crying, he sat down and accused him, "It's the fault of that idiot, can't I say a few words?"
The little beggar looked down at him, his eyes were staring, bottomless.
She asked, "What's wrong?"
Li Sanlang said: "Seeing that I exposed her as an idiot, I made up a story to delay time. Isn't that disgusting?"
The little beggar got up, went back to the table and knelt down, and put the brush on the shelf.
Li Sanlang said again: "Tell me, isn't this an act of mourning!"
The little beggar didn't look at him, but said slowly: "In everything, there is an appearance and an inside."
Li Sanlang asked: "What are you talking about?"
The little beggar said: "The idiot, maybe it's her appearance, but it's not her inner appearance."
Li Sanlang asked: "Why can't it be Lixiang?"
The little beggar was silent for a while, then continued: "If she is a fool, she won't, tell this story to you."
Li Sanlang frowned, feeling that he understood a little bit, and wanted to ask again, when he looked up and saw the scar on the corner of the little beggar's eye, he was terrified, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground with a slap.
The little beggar took a look at him upon hearing the sound.
Finally he said: "You don't understand, but I understand."
Li Sanlang was about to speak, when he realized that his throat was pressed against by a brush, as if he had been injured, and after he said a few words, he felt a burst of pain.
The little beggar picked up the brush again.
Li Sanlang curled up in fright, and ran back to his seat.
However, the little beggar was just writing with a pen.
She continued to copy the copybook, and slowly recognized the characters. Seeing that Li Sanlang was still looking at her, she stopped writing, turned her head sideways, stared at Li Sanlang and said, "You don't need to understand."
Li Sanlang didn't dare to show his breath, and stared at her blankly.
The little beggar looked calm and said, "I understand her, that's enough."