cool summer [farming]

"Master's words are serious. The boy is just stealing other people's works, and borrowing flowers to offer Buddha." Fu Juyan didn't dare to swell his face to make a fat man. He can take this ancient Chinese poem and use it occasionally. If he really wants him to say that he created it himself, he can I really don't have that face, nor that ability.

An Xun looked dignified and dignified: "Is that right? Have you ever thought about taking classes? Don't worry, if you have the heart, the master won't take a penny, and you won't have to worry about the calligraphy of the study. If so, would you like to come to me?" study here?"

As soon as these words came out, the other two were startled.

Gong Yunlan was surprised at first, but after thinking about it, she understood that Fu Ju's words are astonishing. What is commendable is that he can understand the essence of words without anyone teaching him, and he is proficient in speech on weekdays.If it's him, I'm afraid I won't be able to.

Senior brother loves talents like his life, and after finally finding someone with a root of wisdom, he naturally doesn't want to let him go easily.

Tangling's imperial examinations are not limited to men and boys, and Fu Juyan is just at the age of studying, and his age is just right.No wonder the senior brother asked this question.

But this question made Fu Juyan dumbfounded, "Master, what the boy said is that..."

"The book is the source of the source, but you don't have a Huimin heart and don't understand its meaning. How can you say these words so often? Don't you think that everyone in my master is willing to mention something?"

It wasn't that he was proud of An Xunshen, he was able to rise to the upper class in just a few years as a poor family when he was young, he studied with his teacher, taught as an official, and then retired bravely with his mentor, resigned from office and returned to his hometown, willing to do his best to serve Hong Qi Learning, all the sons who taught him admired him very much and regarded him as the supreme teacher of literature.

If he didn't like it, he would never speak.

It's a pity that Fu Juyan was not moved by the background revealed in his words, which made him both disappointed and happy.

Of course Fu Juyan would not agree, he knew that the reason why he was favored by Master An was only because of some ideas he learned in his previous life and different from this era.

This is the gap in the ideological development of the times. He will not be proud of it and therefore disapprove of the literati of this era. But in general, the imperial examination system is nothing more than stereotyped classics, policies and poems. There are merits and dross. Obviously, in his previous life, he was not the kind of person who followed the rules, and he didn't feel that he was suitable for this kind of exam-taking.And I don't think that my half-baked level can really match these literary Confucianists.

The most important thing, of course, is that he is a vulgar person. When he came to this world, his only goal was to be able to stand here without any worries.Official academic examinations are definitely not his path.

"The master thinks highly of it, but the boy is incompetent, and his ambition is not here."

Unexpectedly, the deliberate friendship would be too much to please, and it also made him see the character of the literati in this era.Fu Juyan felt sorry for him, he no longer had the snobbish heart he had before, and said sincerely: "I am really afraid to be appreciated by my master. It's just that my ambition is shallow, so it's hard for me to take on a big responsibility. I hope that I can repay what I have learned by chance to someone with knowledge, and be sincere. The students do their best to repay the kindness of the master today."

Hearing his words, the two brothers and sisters looked sideways, and Gong Yunlan was even more excited.Hastily asked: "What do you mean by this, little brother Ju Yan? Are you really willing?"

It's just double-checking.

Fu Juyan really admired these people, and at the same time felt ashamed of himself as a man of the market. Diligent and hardworking to achieve perfection, and second, you can’t devote yourself to studying hard to get on the boat and look far away. I am extremely ashamed. If I can help others get on the boat with the books I get, I will be happy."

An Xunshen is also a cautious person, knowing that Fu Juyan's ambition is not here, although he can't hide his disappointment in his heart, he doesn't force it.Hearing what Fu Juyan said at this time, he was willing to hand over the book of Wushuang, open-minded and wise, which was rare in his life.

People who study are most concerned with knowledge and respect the way of teachers.What you have learned is the inheritance of the teacher's way. Although there is no clear sect, it is rare to pass on everything you have learned so easily.

Although I don't know what this little brother has learned, but this open-mindedness alone has already made the two brothers look at each other with admiration.

An Xunshen even solemnly promised: "Brother Fu, don't worry, Hong Qi will not keep the knowledge you teach. But the teacher...?" At this time, he will not be so naive as to really think that the other party's master is begging for nothing. generation.

Fu Juyan shook his head, "My master is used to Ai Yeyou, his whereabouts are uncertain, and I haven't seen him for many years." He couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, my master doesn't care about these things, he can pass it on to others."

And Gong Yunlan, who had been standing still since hearing Fu Juyan's words "There is a road in the mountains of books, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering", suddenly woke up, and couldn't help but grabbed Fu Juyan's shoulders, "Brother Juyan, you , this book! This book is boundless... I, can you just sit down and allow me to read it for a few days? No, no, if it is not convenient, you can come silently tomorrow!... Ah, and your "Zeng Guang Xianwen"! Which one should I choose?..." The man scratched his head in confusion and distress, as if he was crazy.

An Xunshen also had burning eyes.

Fu Juyan opened his eyes to this, suppressed a smile, and said, "Brother Yunlan, can you write?"

Gong Yunlan reacted very quickly, "Yes, yes, yes! Senior brother! Get paper and pens ready!"

If Gong Yunlan yelled at him like this on weekdays, An Xunshen would definitely punish him to make him look good.But at this time, I couldn't care less.Sweeping aside the poems and prose that were being reviewed on the case table, he prepared a new pen and paper himself, assuming he was ready to write.

Gong Yunlan, who was about to take over the pen, was taken aback for a moment, seeing the senior brother standing still in front of the case, and not giving in at all, she almost went crazy again.But I was eager to silence Fu Juyan's quatrains, so I had to endure it.

How can Fu Juyan memorize the entire "Zeng Guang Xian Wen".If it wasn't for the daughter of a colleague who was sitting next to him when he was working in the previous life, and his daughter was about to go to primary school, that colleague would play the enlightenment recording of "Zengguang Xianwen" in the office all day long, destroying him half to death, and obstinately memorized it Eight, he doesn't dare to recite silently on the spot right now.

At the request of the two, he silenced the not-too-long "Zeng Guang Xian Wen", which was full of sentences, and Fu Juyan picked out more classic sentences that fit the situation and recited it.I also memorized dozens of poems that I knew and could memorize.

This time, due to occasional communication problems, it was already past noon when the three of them stopped, and it was close to Shen time.

Looking at the two who were still staring at those sentences and poems, Fu Juyan sighed in his heart, he could still read with his stomach rumbling like this, these two people were really good, he didn't know what to say.

Seeing that the two were really ignorant, Fu Juyan couldn't help it, "Master..."

"Yeah, tell me." His eyes didn't move.

Fu Juyan had no choice but to remind, "The boy has been out for a long time, so I will resign. If I have time some other day, I will send the one I remember."

"Yeah, so... um? What? I'm leaving now? Brother Fu, don't worry!" An Xunshen pointed to a point on the paper, with a serious expression like an inquiry, and beckoned him with the other hand, "You Come on, here, 'Qiluqing is not yet here', this land of Qilu is the place where the barbaric Yi tribe and the Lu tribe live? I have never heard of such a majestic peak here."

Fu Juyan was helpless, dying, and said: "It probably just refers to the place where the author saw Daizong."

"Yes, yes, so it makes sense."

The two brothers, one squatted in the corner holding "Zeng Guang Xianwen" and muttering, and the other kept reading the ancient poems and wanted him to be on call for this commentary at any time.Fu Juyan suddenly had the illusion that he was going to starve to death here today.

He resolutely raised his voice and said: "Master, it's getting late, my husband is injured and needs to be taken care of, so I will leave first."

When An Xunshen heard that Fu Juyan was about to leave, he raised his head from those ancient poems with difficulty, and saw what the sundial was pointing outside, and his old face turned red, "This, this is what it should be, cough, how is your husband's injury at home?" But it’s important? Brother Fu, how about staying here for dinner?”

not so.

When I believed that you really wanted to keep me for dinner?I'm afraid I can't get out of the book by myself when I walk away.

Fu Juyan was funny and annoyed, "Master, you are welcome. Husband's minor injuries are fine, but I have other business at home, so I can't stay for a long time. I'll go back."

"That's it, the master will do it another day."

When Fu Juyan walked out the door, he could still hear Mrs. An sighing in a low voice, "Why did you get hurt?" He seemed to be blaming Ge Zhengxiu for being injured at this time and making him hurry back.

Fu Juyan patted his forehead and sighed, fortunately he didn't intend to take the imperial examination, so he really learned from Mrs An, so why shouldn't he kill himself?

Quietly went for a stroll outside Juefang, and saw that there was a huge crowd of people outside the teahouse, maybe they were there for the rumored herbal tea.Naturally, there are also people who are interested in cold cakes and cold porridge, and queue up to buy those two kinds of food at the windows on both sides.

Fu Juyan took a look and found that he didn't know the waiters who sold food on both sides, so he didn't move forward. A fat man who was not short kept pushing forward beside him, shouting repeatedly: "Why? What's the matter? Why hasn't the herbal tea been brought out yet?"

Fu Juyan was curious, and asked him: "What are you doing here? Didn't you hear that Juefang opened today and made the same herbal tea as the cold cake and cold porridge? Why are so many people waiting outside?"

The elder brother was kind, and replied: "Hey, it's not that the shopkeeper wants to do something with the highest price! He said that there are not many herbal teas, so it should be fair, and whoever pays more will buy it. Have you seen the table inside?" The people sitting here are all well-known people, just for this herbal tea! If you want me to say, this method is also good, so as to save those people who disagree with each other and have to fight."

Fu Juyan was amused by the man's words, and then fell into deep thought.He was really shocked when he heard the sentence that the higher the price, the better.This Qian Mao is so shrewd that he even figured out the prototype of the auction, which is really not easy.

Sure enough, these ancient people should not be underestimated. If conditions permit, he believes that the energy of these people will definitely surprise people.

"Brother, do you know how much this herbal tea starts at?"

"Starting price?" The man was taken aback, "What kind of statement is that?"

Fu Juyan was also taken aback for a moment, only to realize that Qian Mao hadn't thought of this.

"I guess I heard it wrong. I vaguely heard someone say these two words."

The eldest brother nodded, ignored him, and squeezed forward little by little with his sweaty clothes wrinkled.

Fu Juyan stood there for a while, and heard someone say that he had to wait for a while, and the herbal tea was brought out not for three quarters, but for four quarters.He immediately raised his foot and walked towards the back door of Juefang.

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Hmm... Fu Xiaoyan is going to be Zhuangbility again, see you in the next chapter.