Farmer’s Blessed Girl

The Duke of Yuxian came to receive the lucky bag from the East Palace on purpose. After taking the lucky bag, the group went into the teahouse to talk, but a group of teenagers were cautious in front of the adults. Ran.

Liu Huan pulled Yin or, "Are you going?"

Yin or shook his head: "you go, I won't go."

Liu Huan looked left and right, and seeing that the little friends were almost running, he hesitated for a while, but decided to stay.

Mr. Jiang, Mr. Chen and others obviously respect Yuxian Gong. When Yuxian Gong went to receive the lucky bag, they waited honestly by the side, and when he received the lucky bag, they respectfully invited people to the teahouse. On the second floor, when he sat down, he took a seat.

He only sat on one-third of the stool, and his hands were placed in front of his belly just like Man Bao and the others were listening to lectures in class when they were children.

Not to mention Man Bao and Bai Shan, even Yin or Liu Huan were taken aback for a while.

Mr. Jiang turned his head to see them so dumbfounded, and said, "Why don't you come and see Duke Yu soon?"

The four of them stepped forward in a daze, and the Duke of Yuxian smiled and waved: "Don't let the children be so restrained, we have seen it before, come and come, all sit down."

He looked at Mr. Zhuang with a smile, "Are these two children your disciples?"

Mr. Zhuang bowed and replied, "Yes."

Duke Yuxian smiled and nodded, and asked, "When did you teach them?"

Mr. Zhuang replied, "It starts with enlightenment."

The Duke of Yu Xian was stunned, and his face was even more gentle, "So they still followed you to enlighten? Okay, okay, okay, I see you very familiar, have we met before?"

Mr. Zhuang paused for a while, then bowed and said: "The boy came to the capital once when he was young, and he once sent a poem to the former Minister of the Ministry, Lord Hang, and Duke Yu was there at the time, so I met him."

Yu Xiangong thought for a while before recalling, "Hang? Is it Hang Liping?"

Mr. Zhuang bowed and said "yes".

The Duke of Yu County sighed, "He died a long time ago. He has been dead for eleven or twelve years, right? You wrote to him, that was more than twenty years ago, right?"

At that time, he was also the minister of household affairs.

Mr. Zhuang replied "yes" again.

But the Duke of Yu County didn't think it was right.

Although his memory is good, there are so many people who post to them every year that he can't even remember the people who post to himself, let alone the people who post to his friends.

How could he think that Mr. Zhuang was familiar?

The Duke of Yu County watched Mr. Zhuang stroke his beard, and after a while, he asked with a smile, "I don't know which poem you voted for back then, but you are dressed in white. That old boy didn't pick your essay and went back to his hometown. ?"

Mr. Jiang and the others did not speak, but they felt the atmosphere was stagnant.

Man Bao opened his mouth to speak, but Bai Shan tugged at her sleeve. She looked back at him, and Bai Shan shook her head slightly at her.

Mr. Zhuang has already read the poems and essays he voted for with a smile, without changing a word.

Mr. Jiang and the others couldn't help but praised a good poem in their hearts, but the smile on Yu Xiangong's face gradually faded.

He has always had a good memory, not to mention that he likes this poem written by Mr. Zhuang very much. He also had the feeling that his ambition was promising, so he liked it when he heard it back then.

So of course you know what happened next.

The Duke of Yuxian looked at Mr. Zhuang up and down, he straightened his back and lowered his head slightly to let him watch.

The Duke of Yuxian turned his attention to Bai Shan and Man Bao, and seeing that they were looking at him with their round eyes with concern, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Mr. Zhuang, "You have been white for so many years. ?"

"Yes," Mr. Zhuang bowed to answer, and said after a pause, "This kid has been a master for others, but he became a teacher after two years, until now."

Duke Yuxian nodded slightly and asked, "How many disciples have you accepted?"

"Three."

Duke Yuxian's eyes swept across Liu Huan and Yin or.

Mr. Zhuang lowered his head and didn't see his gaze, but Man Bao and Bai Shan did. They quickly explained, "Mr. Yuxian, our junior brother isn't here today. He went to play with his classmates."

"Junior brother?" Duke Yuxian looked at Man Bao and said with a smile: "So, you are the senior sister?"

Man Bao nodded.

"But I think you are younger than your junior brother."

Why is everyone paying attention to this?

Man Bao said: "But I started early."

The Duke of Yu County asked Mr. Zhuang, "Is this little girl from your family?"

Mr. Zhuang quickly explained, "No, this child has been studying with me since she was a child. She is very smart, so she accepted her as a disciple."

Man Bao explained: "Mr. opened a school in our village, and my sister-in-law was cooking in the school. I would go along with my children. I would sit on the threshold and listen to my teacher because I learned fast, so my husband would accept it. made me a disciple."

"If you don't fix it, even my first book and pen, ink, paper and inkstone were given by my husband."

The Duke of Yu County understood, and asked with a smile, "Then why didn't your family give you a repair?"

"My family was poor and had no money in the beginning."

"The family is poor..." Yu Xiangong glanced at Mr. Zhuang and asked Man Bao with a smile: "How many years have you been studying with your husband?"

Man Bao: "It's eleven or twelve years."

Bai Shan almost choked on his own saliva. Did you go to study when you were born?

He couldn't help but glance at her.

Mr. Zhuang also glared at Man Bao secretly, warning her to be more honest.

Man Bao thought, it was indeed eleven or twelve years. Although she didn't remember it, Keke remembered it.

It said a long time ago that she was very young, and she would sit on the threshold of the school when she was walking against the wall. The first sentence she learned was to call "Sir" with the students in the school.

Yu Xiangong looked at him and smiled, nodded slightly, stroked his beard and asked, "I remember one of your classmates also wrote a good poem back then. What's his name?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "It's been too long, the kid has forgotten it."

At this moment, even Bai Shan couldn't help but want to speak, but when Mr. Zhuang glanced up, the two disciples could only bow their heads in frustration and said nothing.

Yu Xiangong listened and nodded, and did not continue the topic, but drank some tea, talked to Mr. Jiang and others, and left.

Mr. Jiang and the others sent Yuxian Gonggong out, and then straightened up, "It's strange, when did Yugong return to Beijing? Didn't he return to his hometown?"

Mr. Chen stared at Mr. Zhuang thoughtfully, the classmate of Mr. Zhuang that Yu Xiangong said was Chen Fulin, right?

As soon as the worshipers left, everyone looked at the sunset on the horizon and had no time to play, so they said goodbye and went back to their respective homes.

Mr. Chen took Mr. Jiang to ride with him.

Yin He also glanced at the time and said, "I have to go home too. If you have anything to do, you can send someone a message to me, and if you need my help, just tell me."

Man Bao and Bai Shan knew what he had guessed sensitively, nodded and watched him get into the car.

Liu Huan squeezed up behind him and shouted, "I'm with you. Anyway, our two families are on the way."

After they all left, the three teachers and students got into Daji's carriage.

Bai Shan and Man Bao were puzzled and asked, "Sir, why didn't you tell the Duke of Yu County?"

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