Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 6 Studying in Caotang
In the blink of an eye, two or three days passed.

Through observation, Feng Qingyan already knew dozens or even hundreds of characters and could speak dozens of simple sentences. In addition, he vaguely noticed that many people in the city were discussing the thatched cottage under the burial mountain, which seemed to be opened by some remarkable person.

He was a little curious, so he came to the thatched cottage early in the morning.

A thin old man in a gray robe came out of a thatched hut, looked at Feng Qingyan and said, "Are you here to study?"

Feng Qingyan didn't understand what the old man was saying.

The old man certainly couldn't understand what he said, and the dozens of sentences he had learned seemed to be of no use... So he simply kept silent, but just gestured to the school and himself, indicating that he came here to study.

The old man frowned and said, "Zangshan Academy does not care about status or wealth. If you want to study, just go in."

Feng Qingyan bowed slightly and walked towards the thatched cottage.

In the thatched cottage of more than two meters in size, the clear voices of several children reading could be heard. Feng Qingyan did not go into the classroom, but just stood in front of the window of the cottage and listened.

Inside the thatched cottage.

Seven or eight children sat upright on mats.

On the podium, a middle-aged gentleman was wearing a collarless, wide-sleeved, double-breasted, belted grey robe. He held a scripture in his left hand and his right hand was behind his back.

On the grass wall behind him hung a portrait of a saint.

“Chu, Zai, first, foundation, Zhao, ancestor, Yuan, Tai, Chu, Luo, Quan Yu, the beginning.” Every time the middle-aged gentleman read a word, a white word appeared in front of him.

Feng Qingyan, who was standing outside the window, was so surprised that he couldn't help but feel happy, and he started to read silently along with the poem.

Just read it silently several times and you will remember every word and its pronunciation.

Unfortunately, he still doesn't understand what it means.

Although the middle-aged man explained it word by word, he still didn't understand a word...

"Lin, Zheng, Tian, ​​Di, Huang, Wang, Hou, Bi, Gong, Hou, Jun Ye." The middle-aged teacher seemed not to have seen Feng Qingyan. After explaining it word by word and asking the child to read it again, he began to teach the second sentence.

Feng Qingyan didn't understand, so he had to memorize it.

After listening for half an hour, he seemed to find that the middle-aged gentleman's accent was somewhat different from that of the city dwellers.

The city's accent is stronger and sounds a little less charming.

Is it a dialect?

Feng Qingyan was stunned.

After a while, the middle-aged gentleman stopped teaching and let the children take a break.

The children had already spotted Feng Qingyan outside the window, but the teacher was giving a lesson, so they didn't dare to look around. Now that they could play, they all looked at Feng Qingyan curiously, whispering something.

The middle-aged teacher glanced at Feng Qingyan and had no intention of driving him away. He let the child play for a while before continuing his lesson.

Feng Qingyan had been standing outside the window, listening to the end of the morning class. After a bow, he returned to the ancient city.

In the afternoon, he continued to observe and learn the language in the city.

However, when he was observing on the street, he encountered several teenagers who were originally talking and laughing, but after seeing him, they turned sullen, and some even scowled at him.

This made him a little baffled.

He thought about it and realized that he hadn't offended anyone in the past few days since he came to the city, so he didn't bother to investigate further. Besides, he still had to learn the language...

At night, I review what I learned during the day.

The next morning, he went to the thatched cottage again and stood quietly outside the window to listen.

When the morning class was over, he bowed to the cottage and left, returning to the city to continue learning the language in the afternoon. He saw that the middle-aged teacher still had no intention of driving him away, and the old man who seemed to be guarding the gate also ignored him, so he went to the cottage on time every morning to listen.

This benefited him a lot.

……

Snow Moon Inn.

"Zizhi, have you found out who that person is?"

When the young man who was shouting saw the door open and two young boys, one big and one small, walked in, he couldn't help but ask.

Everyone else in the room looked at the two curiously.

The older youth was named Fu Lin, also known by his courtesy name Zizhi. He looked to be around eighteen or nineteen years old. He frowned and shook his head, saying, "We can't find out anything. No one knows where he's from, or what his name is. He's quite mysterious."

"No way." One of the young men was stunned. At this time, Fu Lin walked to the brazier, warmed himself by the fire and said, "But I think he is probably like us, coming to the academy. I don't know which family he is from..."

"It doesn't necessarily mean they are from an aristocratic family. They could also be from a noble family." said the younger boy.

"Yes, I think they are also a noble family." said a young man.

Fu Lin glanced at the two young men, sneered and said, "His transcendence is not something that ordinary nobles can cultivate."

Everyone was somewhat displeased when they heard this.

Since everyone present here is a noble family, there is no need to belittle oneself, even though that is the fact.

"Fu Lin, are you sure?"

The young man who was shouting had a rather ugly expression on his face.

If that young man in white is really a disciple of some noble family, wouldn't I be bringing disgrace upon myself?
The gentry and the aristocracy are two different classes. It is difficult for them to play together under normal circumstances, as they each play their own games.

If a disciple from a noble family rashly enters the circle of disciples from aristocratic families, no one will pay any attention to him and he may even bring humiliation upon himself.

Of course, nothing is absolute.

As long as one has talent or a skill, even if one is a poor scholar, one can thrive in the circle of disciples from aristocratic families and even gain the favor of important figures.

"There are exceptions to everything. Maybe he is not even a nobleman, but just a commoner?" Fu Lin said with a smile.

But is it possible?

Even the two teenagers thought it was unlikely.

The next morning, everyone came to the thatched cottage in a carriage. They saw Feng Qingyan standing outside the window and listening from afar, and they were all a little surprised.

"What is he doing?" a teenager asked in confusion.

"who knows."

They thought it was a little strange, but didn't do anything about it.

And they naturally did not expect that Feng Qingyan, whom they guessed to be a disciple of an aristocratic family, was actually a person who could not even recognize words.

Come in the next few days.

When they came to the Thatched Cottage in the morning, they would see the figure in white standing outside the window of the Thatched Cottage and listening in. When the morning class was over, they would salute the teacher like ordinary students...

"Isn't he just here as an auditor?" a teenager couldn't help but ask.

"This is morning service, how is this possible?"

A young man shook his head. How could a disciple of a noble family not even know how to read and still be attending morning classes?

Zaotang is an enlightenment school that specializes in teaching young children to read and write.

Even the young man who was shouting didn't believe it.

But two days later, they were shocked to see the otherworldly figure in white walk into the morning hall with several children, kneel down and listen attentively to the middle-aged teacher's lecture.

This made them feel like they had seen a ghost and they simply couldn't believe their eyes.

"He He……"

A young man was so shocked that he could not speak. He stared at Fu Lin and said, "Isn't he a disciple of a noble family? How could he still be in the morning hall?"

Fu Lin was stunned and didn't know what to say.

However, how could a person who was still studying in the morning class have such a transcendental attitude? He still didn't believe it, there must be a misunderstanding.

"He can't really be an illiterate commoner, right?" a young man said stupidly.

"if not?"

At this time, the young man squinted his eyes and looked at the cottage, then laughed at everyone and said, "Haha, you are just an ordinary person, are you qualified to drink with us?"

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