Since I met you, people are dying every day

A group of children, seven or eight, the oldest of whom was only four or five years old, were kneeling in the school and crying. They were still whimpering in a low voice, but when they were frightened, many children began to cry loudly.

These should be the schoolchildren of the Mongolian Museum, but judging from the age at which they started their studies, it was a real delay.

Ye Sirui said: "Are you here to mourn Mr. Wu?"

The children might not understand the meaning of condolences at all, and said in a hurry: "Mr. Wu is gone, no one will give us lectures." "I want to read and read!" "Where did Mr. Wu go?" Ye Sirui wanted to say Their parents sent them to the county school, and swallowed the words again.The county school selects students, and the number of places is limited.Songhe Academy is not so particular, but anyone who studies in the academy, let alone read the Four Books, and starts to study classics, at least must be able to read and write.There are still many children here who are so young and have just started their education. How can they go to the academy to follow other people's progress?

Ye Sirui hesitated in his heart, those children were talking, arguing non-stop, and some were crying, mixing together in a lively manner.The child's voice was not loud, but the crying was shrill and straight to the forehead.Ma Lu and the four yamen servants were also at a loss. They just darkened their faces and tried to scare people with their knives. When they saw their two children, they cried even louder.

"Okay, okay, don't cry." Ye Sirui raised the volume and said loudly, "I'll give you a lecture!" His volume was not loud enough, and he was overwhelmed by the chaotic and sharp cries. Only a few children around heard him and quickly quieted down .Ye Sirui raised his voice again: "Did you hear that? Don't cry, I'll give you a lecture!" The children all fell silent. "Will you go to your seats first?"

There are many seats in the school, and the children really go back to their seats. "You guys do your work first." Ye Sirui greeted Ma Lu and the others, and walked to the front row, "Where did Mr. Wu tell you?"

"In "Thousand Characters", it is said that 'Mingfeng is in the bamboo, and the white horse eats. It is transformed into vegetation and trees, and it reaches thousands of places.'" A boy in the front row replied.It seems that the business of Shang and Zhou is over.Seeing him shaking his head and shaking his head very skillfully, Ye Sirui looked familiar, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"This is the grandson of Feng Hongguang." Xia Shu whispered as he walked by.He went straight to the back of the school and sat down on the ground.

"Thousand Characters" Ye Sirui will memorize it when he is a few years old, and it is not difficult to recite it casually. "Covering this body and hair, the four elements and the five constants. If you are respectful, you will not dare to damage it. Women admire chastity, and men are good. If you know your mistakes, you must correct them, and you must never forget them." Let's talk about these four sentences first.Seeing that there was a pen and paper on the table, he swiped a pen and wrote these sentences in neat block letters on the paper, handed them around for reading, and then led them to read, and only after they could memorize the four sentences did he begin to speak: "The following eight sentences are about the self-cultivation of language scholars. Gai, speaking words. The four major elements are earth, water, fire, and wind. Dirt and color, all belong to the ground; saliva, pus and blood, saliva, body fluid, phlegm and tears, essence, convenience, and convenience, all belong to water; heating returns to fire, and movement returns to wind. "Yes. Wuchang, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness. Respect, respect. However, special speech. Ju, that is, nourishment. How dare, like the cloud, dare not. Destroy, damage. Hurt, damage. The "Book of Filial Piety" says: "The body, hair and skin are received by the parents, and dare not damage them." It is said that the body and hair are raised by the parents, and they dare not damage them. This will talk about self-cultivation, so the body is the most important. , in order to see that it must be cultivated. Externally, there are four elements in body and mind; internally, there are five constants in mind.” ①

He was used to lecturing to Ye Kuang, but he forgot that the group of children in front of him had just started their education, so much so, after quoting scriptures and classics, many people were already dizzy. "Have you ever studied the Book of Filial Piety?"

"No!" More than a dozen people answered in unison.

Seeing the ignorant faces of these children, he had no choice but to be patient and speak plainly what he had just said, leaving aside those citations. Every word and action must conform to the "five constants". Sincerely thinking about the kindness of parents' upbringing, how dare you damage it." ②Seeing everyone nodding, he said: ""The Book of Filial Piety" has a saying:'The body Hair and skin, received by parents, dare not damage.' This is the source of this sentence."

This time the response was a little more enthusiastic, Ye Sirui heaved a sigh of relief, and continued to speak in this way.It has been talked about "the ink is sad and the silk is dyed, and the poem praises the lamb". "This sentence means that Mozi lamented that his hair was dyed white, and the "Book of Songs" praised the lamb. This sentence comes from the article "Lamb" in "The Book of Songs Zhaonan." He paused to give the schoolchildren time to understand. He put his hands on his back and said: "The skin of a lamb is made of plain silk and five kinds of silk; if you withdraw food from the public, you will be entrusted with a snake. The leather of a lamb is made of plain silk and five kinds of silk..."

"What are you trying to do?" A stout man broke into the door with a hoe on his shoulder, "Liu Zi, where have you been? Didn't you tell me to lay hands on me in the field!"

A four-year-old boy shouted dissatisfiedly: "I am studying!"

"Sir, why are you dying to study! Come back with me!" the man said, rushing up to pull him.A few yamen servants who were leaning against the wall and about to fall asleep rushed out and surrounded him.Several children started crying. "Okay!" Seeing the situation, Ye Sirui stopped him, "I'll tell your son to go back after I've said this."

"Who are you?" The man threw fire at Ye Sirui, "Who told you to come here? I don't care what my son does to you?"

"Shut up! How dare you be rude to the county magistrate, what crime should you deserve!" Ma Lu rushed forward and drew his knife out of its sheath, the man softened half at once, trembling like a sieve, "Old, master..."

"Let him go." Ye Sirui said.Seeing that the children were speechless, he smiled and said, "I'll stop here today, it's already noon, you go home for dinner."

The children reluctantly prepared to leave, and one of the younger ones leaned over and asked him, "Are you the county magistrate?"

He replied with a smile: "I am."

"Then can you tell me when Mr. Wu will come back?"

Ye Sirui patted his head pityingly, "Mr. Wu is dead and will not come back."

The children had to pass him as they filed out, and their conversations were overheard.The younger ones still looked ignorant, and the few who already knew what death was all burst into tears. "Mr. Ye." Feng Hongguang's grandson also came over, "What is there to praise about Lamb?"

This question was completely unexpected, and while putting away the circulated paper, he explained patiently: "Praising the lamb here is essentially comparing the gentlemen to lambs, praising them for their frugality and integrity, and their noble conduct, not really talking about lambs. It is exactly 'lamb leather, the gentleman's court clothes. Assist the government and support the virtues, so as to unite all nations.'”③

The child half-understood, Ye Sirui explained again, and the people in the room walked almost, only the two of them and Xia Shu were left.The child glanced at Xia Shu vigilantly, tiptoed to Ye Sirui's ear and said, "I'll tell you something."

"what's up?"

"My lord? Are you still going back? The Feng family sent someone to look for it." Ma Lu walked in and asked.The child seemed frightened and ran out the door without saying a word.

Ye Sirui shrugged, "Let's go."

When Xia Shu went out with him, he said: "You are good at learning, and you treat the children very well."

"Children...children are always innocent." Ye Sirui said.

"If you have time, you can teach me to read."

"It's up to me. I dare not say that I can teach you a scholar, but it is more than enough to teach you." Ye Sirui boasted with a smile.Seeing him approaching, Fan Zhi finally had a chance to reply, "My lord, I didn't find the book you mentioned."

The book really couldn't be found, did the murderer really take it away?The case investigation turned into lectures, which took up too much time. When he returned to Feng's house, Feng Hongguang had been waiting for him for a long time. "My lord, why did you take so long?"

"I went to the Mongolian House." Ye Sirui asked, "Wu Xintian is dead, what about the children who were enlightened?"

Feng Hongguang sighed, "It's just worrying. My lord has a wide range of connections, but do you know where I can find another Mr. Meng Xue?"

This Mr. Mengxue's threshold is not low. Even if he wants to explain "Thousand Characters" thoroughly, he must be a person who has read the Four Books and Five Classics. However, such people are all rushing to the imperial examination. High-ranking families hire teachers, and some go to colleges to teach students. How many people are willing to come to teach Mengtong?Having said that, he thought of the dozen or so children who had opened their eyes and concentrated on the lecture in the morning. "I'll definitely keep an eye out for you when I get back to the county government," he promised.

During the meal, Ye Sirui pretended not to ask about Feng Hongguang's enlightened grandson, and Feng Hongguang said proudly: "Ambow, oh, his name is Feng Anbo. He is the eldest son of my second son, and he is the most well-behaved and obedient grandson among my grandchildren."

Feng Anbo and his grandfather had dinner together, and he bowed his head shyly to eat the meal.Ye Sirui followed suit with a few words of praise, and then diverted the topic.

Later, Ye Sirui called Fan Zhi into the room, "Do you know what you are talking about with Linxian Tuzhi?"

"I have never read it. But since it is a local chronicle, it is nothing more than a record of a place's geography, history, customs, education, products, people, scenic spots, historic sites, poems, and writings. Why do you care about this book so much?"

Ye Sirui was full of doubts, and felt that he was overthinking, "Don't ask too much. You can ask Feng Hongguang if there is one at home, and say that you saw Guishanli surrounded by mountains on three sides and suddenly became interested in the terrain... Hey, just find someone Reasons, in short, you can borrow the book!"

Fan Zhi went out out of nowhere.

"Do you suspect that the book has something to do with the murderer, so it was taken away by the murderer?" Xia Shu, who had been watching from the sidelines, asked.

Ye Sirui shrugged, "Maybe."

Fan Zhi trotted back after going there for a while, "The head of the village said his house doesn't have any."

"I see, you can go back and rest too."

Books like local chronicles are no better than other books, and it is normal for ordinary families to have no collection of books.It's just that Wu Xintian is just a beginner, so why did he delve into this?Why did the book disappear inexplicably?Ye Sirui still couldn't let go of his heart.