Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 43 Drag Boy

  In our country, no matter it is ancient or modern, respecting teachers is the primary basic moral tradition. There was an official apprenticeship system in the Zhou Dynasty of our country, and it was perfected in the Ming Dynasty.

   Zhu Ping’an’s apprenticeship ceremony was held in the private school. Zhu’s father, Mrs. Chen, and the aunt who sent Brother Jun to school watched the whole process, watching Zhu Ping’an kneel down, worship, serve tea, and answer under the guidance of Master Sun.

   "Diligence is the most important thing in reading. Don't forget to be diligent when you enter the door. The lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on five o'clock. It's the time for men to study. If you dare to slack off, the ruler in the master's hand will not forgive you lightly."

   After the apprentice ceremony, Sun Lao Xiucai admonished.

   "I would like to obey the teacher's order." Zhu Ping'an bowed and said respectfully.

  Scholar Sun Nianxu nodded in satisfaction, then took a half-new set of the Four Treasures of the Study from the desk, and presented it to Zhu Pingan, "I used this set of the Four Treasures of the Study in my early years. I'm giving it to you today. Don't let me down."

  Unrestricted Xiu has already taken good care of him, and Zhu Ping'an was a little embarrassed to accept the Four Treasures of the Study as a gift.

   "Given by the elders." Old scholar Sun raised his face.

  Given by the elders, dare not resign.

  Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to accept it, and once again bowed down to thank Mr. Sun. Old scholar Sun waved his hand indifferently, exhorting Zhu Pingan to make good use of this set of four treasures of study, to be diligent and studious, and not to let himself down.

   After the apprenticeship ceremony was over, Father Zhu and Mrs. Chen came over to thank Mrs. Sun. Mrs. Chen's eyes were red with gratitude, and after Mrs. Zhu was not good at expressing his thanks, he pushed forward the basket of things he had brought.

  After seeing what Zhu’s father brought, Mr. Sun asked Zhu Ping’an, “I asked you to tell your family yesterday that you don’t want to stop cultivating, but you forgot to tell me?”

  Zhu Ping'an shook his head again and again.

   Mrs. Chen then said, "Master kindly accepts my son for free. Our family is very grateful. This is a little thought from us. It's not worth a lot of money. It's all picked by his father on the mountain."

  Scholar Sun declined, but Mrs. Chen and Father Zhu insisted, so Scholar Sun had no choice but to accept it. Of course, Father Zhu and Mrs. Chen will send it to Mr. Sun's home, otherwise Mr. Sun might not be able to take it home. This basket is quite heavy, and Mr. Sun probably can't carry it at his age.

  The eldest aunt did not confirm until now that Master Sun really accepted Zhu Pingan for free, and she was so jealous. Of course, after returning home, the eldest aunt also told the bad news to the fourth aunt, and the crow-mouthed fourth aunt also stayed for a long time, and then said something like pig **** luck, which made the eldest aunt feel a little bit better. psychological balance.

  After the teacher apprenticeship ceremony, Father Zhu, Mrs. Chen and the eldest aunt all went down the mountain, so they couldn't hinder Elder Sun's teaching, right?

   Successfully entering a private school, Zhu Pingan really took his first step in this era. Although this is only a small step, it is a crucial step. If you don't go to the school, how can you make a splash in this dynasty where the imperial examinations are in power? With the teachings of the master, even if you are smarter and different from ordinary people, no one will say anything, because you are a scholar. There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and the golden house in the book. Scholars know the affairs of the world without going out, and people will attribute everything unusual to reading.

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

  Zhu Ping'an's deskmate is a very cute chubby man, much fatter than himself, this chubby man is very kind, he takes the initiative to say hello to himself, maybe he can be regarded as a chubby man, he is very affectionate to himself.

   "My name is Zhu Pingan." Zhu Pingan replied while putting his things on the table.

  The little fat man took the initiative to help grind the ink, and the little fat man's paws creaked and creaked.

"Brother, you've come to accompany me too. Let me tell you, my master is terrible." Zhu Pingjun was just in front of Zhu Pingjun, and he turned his head to complain to Zhu Pingan. It was sucked in again by the master.

  In the classroom, the master talked about the Three Character Classic, and then the Thousand Character Classic. Most of the children in the classroom are basically confused, saying that they have learned too much and can't remember. But this problem is not a problem at all for Zhu Ping'an. He knows most of the traditional characters, it's just a matter of writing habits and brush calligraphy practice.

  After the master lectured, he led the children to recite with shaking heads, as the Romans did, and Zhu Pingan also followed the children to recite with shaking heads. The only feeling was that they were dizzy.

  Master Sun was still more concerned about Zhu Pingan, a late scholar. After reading for a while, he asked Zhu Pingan to read by name. Although it was reading, not reciting, but because Zhu Ping'an didn't have a textbook, and the teacher's classroom was strictly controlled, Zhu Pingjun and the little fat man Li Xiaobao didn't dare to give Zhu Ping'an their textbooks, so most of the children thought that Zhu Ping'an would be beaten.

  However, to their disappointment, after Zhu Ping got up, he pronounced the words clearly and recited the Three-Character Classic and the Thousand-Character Classic from head to head to the place covered in this class.

  Scholar Sun didn’t realize that Zhu Pingan didn’t have any textbooks until after the roll call. When he was about to ask Zhu Pingan’s deskmate to borrow the textbooks from Zhu Pingan temporarily, Zhu Pingan got up and recited them. This surprised Sun Lao Xiucai. He vaguely felt that this son would be extraordinary in the future, and he paid more attention to Zhu Ping's education.

  Private school is a small society. After class, the master went to rest in the thatched cottage behind the private school. The school immediately became a pot of porridge. The children were divided into several small groups according to their closeness, chasing and fighting each other.

  People have three urgencies. After class, Zhu Ping'an felt a slight pain in his lower abdomen, so he went to the toilet of the private school. He said that the toilet was actually a small place surrounded by a fence in a remote corner, with only one pit. Resources are tight, and if there are more people, you have to queue up. When Zhu Pingan passed by, there was already one person in line.

   When it was Zhu Ping'an's turn, Zhu Ping'an was just about to go in when a well-dressed eight-year-old boy walked up behind him, looking like he was rich.

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

  The little boy was very tugging, defiant, and stretched out his hand to grab Zhu Ping'an's clothes.

  Zhu Ping'an turned his head and replied calmly, "You're not my shit, how do you know it's not in a hurry?"

   "You, you wait!" The dragging little boy seemed to have never encountered a similar situation, his face flushed, he left a word, and walked away angrily.

  Zhu Ping'an didn't take the words of this naughty little kid seriously at all, opened the wooden door of the toilet, walked in, and settled the next major issue in life comfortably.

  Well, go to the river to wash your hands, and check to see if the black-bellied little loli Li Shu is here. I promised her to tell her a story yesterday. The break time between classes is a bit long, almost an hour, because there are only two classes from around 9:00 am to around 4:00 pm, so the break time is longer, students can eat something and play and rest . In this way, the second class will not be without spirit.

   (seeking collection, seeking recommendation)

  (end of this chapter)