Better to live forever [Rebirth]

It was during lunch that Zhu Dingbei realized that there were several characters hidden in this humble Huang Pin Primary School.

He was taken aback when the tiger-headed little guy behind him announced his family name, and after the twins came over with two friends to show their identities, he saw the strange eyes of these guys.

No matter how nice the introducer's words are, Huang Pin is simply a "stupid" brain.There are hundreds of students in one grade, Tiandixuan and three grades have several schools, A, B, C and D, and a single Huangpin has its own school. It can be seen that it is a concentration camp for the most stupid students among hundreds of people. This is not an honorable thing.

The twins of Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry can still be understood here. After all, these two children later inherited the ancestral business and excelled in engineering attainments.They are obsessed with crafts, and it is not surprising that they are so inattentive in academics that they fall behind.But even the eldest grandson of Commander Qin, the eleventh son of Zhong Shuling, and Ning Xiaohou, the serious successor of Changxinhou's mansion, are all in Huangpin Academy, which is really puzzling.

The military and the government are distinct, and they do not interfere with each other.Although Zhu Dingbei was not indifferent to the government in his previous life, he made friends with very few people. Even if he met one or two people, he didn't have any friendship because he was away from the capital all the year round.

But the ones who can make him remember their names are those who have a name and a surname in the capital and have done a lot.

The twin grandsons of Shangshulou Jingzhi of the Ministry of Industry, the eldest grandson of Qin Xiaoxian, commander of the Imperial Army, and the No.11 son of Zhongshuling Jia Xifu, not to mention their famous parents, their own and the demeanor of the crown queen have never been buried in their parents' under the halo.

And there is this Marquis of Changxin who my father once said was unpredictable... This guy's biological father died early, and his grandfather didn't survive for a few years. He inherited the title of Marquis of Changxin at the young age of three and has not yet been taught The Xinhou Mansion has declined in Luojing, which is full of strife. Just talking about this, one knows that it is a formidable one.

Zhu Dingbei couldn't help but take a few more glances at the child who was eating quietly opposite him. Except that he was twice as big as his peers, he really didn't see any difference.

Thinking that he had been watching him for a long time, Ning Heng raised his head, his clear eyes collided with Zhu Dingbei's scrutinizing eyes, causing Zhu Dingbei to shrink back.

This kid probably couldn't figure out why this new kid was staring at him. After a long while, almost when Zhu Dingbei was about to run out of concentration under his stare, he suddenly took a piece of braised pork from his lunch box and put it on the table. To Zhu Dingbei's rice bowl.

"..."

Zhu Dingbei felt his expression blank for a moment.Seeing Ning Heng looking straight at him, he was silent for a while, and still silently picked up the piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth.

Seeing that Ning Heng seemed to have completed a major event, and lowered his head to eat his meal again in relief, Zhu Dingbei suddenly had a feeling: ...It really is like what the old man said, this little bastard has a strange mind, and they are such rough people. not come.

Guozixue has been established since the generation of the ancestor Taizu. It has absorbed many students in the past hundred years, but it is not yet open to the common people. Those who can come to study are the children of officials.

The conditions of these families are not bad, Guozixue does not provide students with meals, the food they bring is all exquisite and delicious, with a complete variety.In comparison, Zhu Dingbei's meal looked shabby.

The old lady has no experience in preparing these, and everything is based on what Zhu Dingbei usually eats at home.Bearing in mind the imperial physician's instructions, the Marquis of Zhenbei mainly ate light meals for Zhu Dingbei. On the one hand, he was still in the stage of recuperation, and on the other hand, he was afraid that his dietary conflicts would lead to some illnesses.

After this scene, the careless little friends noticed Zhu Xiaopoor Dingbei's food one after another. They reluctantly parted with their favorite food and put it in Zhu Dingbei's rice bowl, and watched him eat it eagerly. He retracted his gaze with a face that was moved to tears by himself.

Zhu Dingbei: "..."

The book boy and the student are not at the same table, although Zhu Dingbei has never shared these things with Zhu Shuisheng, but after all, he does as the Romans do.

After eating, Zhu Shuisheng, who had already wolfed down his meal and was waiting outside the door, greeted him.Watching the people walking with Zhu Dingbei vigilantly, he followed Zhu Dingbei step by step and escorted him back to the school.

"Young Master, the honey water for this afternoon, and this, you want to eat when you're hungry, it's your favorite minced meat." The servant Shuisheng couldn't finish telling, Zhu Dingbei pinched his cheeks in a funny way He also asked him a few words about his baby fat, and he couldn't help sighing when he learned that he had been squatting all morning.In this capital city, not to mention himself, even Shui Sheng is like a goshawk whose wings have been broken. He has to adapt to life in a cage unless he tampers with his nature.

Zhu Dingbei was considerate of him and was not restrained, letting him find things to do by himself.

However, Zhu Shuisheng was frightened by his injury last time, and his mouth responded, but his eyes wanted to stick to Zhu Dingbei's body every second to prevent him from making any mistakes. How could he play alone without him.

It is a two-minute walk from the school to the dining room, and the coming and going can be regarded as the students' food and entertainment.After entering the school, although the class has not yet started, the students are either reading or writing. Even Qin Xi sat upright, holding a volume of books and memorizing something by heart.

Zhu Dingbei glanced around, and simply lay down on the desk and fell asleep.

Qin Xi, who was behind him, looked at him eagerly, envious, but thinking of Grandpa's wide-open eyes... Qin Xi trembled, pinched his thigh, and cheered up to continue reciting.

The sound of the bell ringing again, Zhu Dingbei wiped the suspicious moisture from the corners of his mouth in distaste, and glanced at the desk dissatisfied.Sleeping on the stomach is really easy to drool. My old lady didn't play tricks on him in the past.

Zhu Dingbei didn't like honey water that was not too sweet, but the old lady's intentions could not be disappointed. He drank a few sips, rubbed his face, and the teacher who was lecturing in the afternoon came in.

The master was talking about the Analects of Confucius, and within a short while, he successfully pushed Zhu Dingbei into the arms of Duke Zhou, and looked at him blankly.

At least it lasted a whole day. After returning home, the old Mrs. Hou who cared about him and asked about it didn’t ask him any more. When he was not going well, she could only comfort him by telling him to relax and learn. Be as much as you want, don't be burdened.

In the evening, the restless old Hou Ye took a look at his grandson's small courtyard, and saw that the house was lit, and his grandson was reading a book with great enthusiasm, and left cheerfully.

"Master, how is it?"

"What are you afraid of? The son of a bitch's Xianbei was beaten to the point of crying by our Zhu family. A few broken books are nothing."

The old Hou Ye waved his hand, but he didn't see his wife's contemptuous expression at all: If it's really that simple, who was the one who scratched his head and scratched his head when he was embarrassed by a love poem?

Hearing that his grandson had his own calculations, the old lady felt relieved and didn't ask any more questions.

On the second day, Zhu Dingbei set off an hour earlier than yesterday. It was still early in the time for Guozixue, so he walked around the academy and explored the terrain to familiarize himself with the environment.

Lu met many students who were shaking their heads in Yiliu near the lake, so he ran away quickly.

Cheng said that when a scholar meets a soldier, he can't explain why. Zhu Dingbei is most afraid of these sour scholars.

When I arrived at the school, I didn't expect that Lord Changxin was already sitting in his seat.

Seeing his focused face and the thick book on his desk that he had never seen in his life, he couldn't help but leaned over to take a look, it turned out to be a medical book.

He just said, how can a person who can make the old man sigh with only yellow grade intelligence, and he is obviously not doing his job properly.

For no reason, this discovery made Zhu Dingbei feel more favorable towards Ning Heng.

Before chatting with him, Ning Heng carefully put away the medical books, untied a small lucky bag hanging outside the book basket, and handed it to him.

"For me?"

Zhu Dingbei took it in a hurry, opened the lucky bag, and a scent spread out. He took out the pie wrapped in oil paper, and couldn't help but suck his saliva.In the past two months, birds have almost faded out of his mouth. With his copper intestines and iron stomach, he can gnaw bark and feed snowballs.If it weren't for the elders who couldn't bear to say goodbye, they wouldn't have obediently endured the poison of porridge and side dishes for so long.

Not much to say, he stuffed it into his mouth, raised his hand and patted Ning Heng's shoulder, and mumbled: "The kindness of a meal, I will remember it in my heart, and I will repay it in the future!"

Ning Heng glanced at his greasy fingers from the corner of his eye, his eyes fell on his extremely satisfied face, and he lowered his eyes.

Zhu Dingbei didn't pay attention yesterday, but today he specifically asked about the courses in the aquatic school.

The courses in the lecture stage are set according to the six arts: rites, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics.

In addition to various daily etiquettes, what I learn about etiquette is more about the fundamentals of life, such as filial piety, friendship, morality and trust.Although Le requires each student to choose at least one course, the right to choose gives students the freedom to be taught by a dedicated Master Le.Archery and imperialism are Zhu Dingbei's specialties, and the young commander of Zhu's army has few opponents in riding and archery in the army.

Then there is the book. In addition to poetry, books, classics and calligraphy, he also lectures on county annals and history. After all, the lectures are not as rigid as Jinxue and university for imperial examinations or practical affairs.As for numbers, the coverage is extensive. Generally speaking, in addition to the nine chapters of arithmetic, the master will also talk about some simple astronomy and geography, as well as the application of numbers in various fields such as water conservancy.

This morning is the etiquette class.After reciting a chapter of the Book of Filial Piety, and then listening to the master eloquently list some touching and emotional stories of characters from ancient times to the present, coupled with the provocative eloquence of the master, the students in the school have bright eyes and are engrossed.Zhu Dingbei was most annoyed by preaching, and the master's voice was like a bell, clanging when he was half asleep and half awake, and he sat up straight in shock, repeating this.

In the afternoon, Zhu Dingbei finally came back to life.

The lecture hall is not big, and the targets, bows and arrows on display can be seen at a glance.Most of the students were obviously lacking in interest, just because Master Wu asked to squat like a stick of incense as soon as he came up.

The sun is scorching hot, and the master puts the incense under everyone's buttocks. Although according to experience, sitting down and burning incense on the buttocks will not burn the buttocks, but it is also extremely embarrassing, so I can only grit my teeth and endure it.

It is also embarrassing for these students who are not working hard. Wu Fuzi asked them not to relax in the slightest. If they are lazy or their movements are not in place, they will be corrected at least, and they will be named and reprimanded. Add a stick of incense.He didn't dare to wipe the sweat dripping into his eyes, and his legs trembled so much that Sosobi stood barefoot in the snow and ice, so he had to rely on his willpower to hold on.

Zhu Dingbei couldn't understand their sadness, and the horse gait of Yizhuxiang was too easy for him.

His father, Marshal Zhu, doesn’t beat and scold children lightly. He doesn’t let him feel comfortable, but he won’t make you feel comfortable. Punishment can take up to an hour and half a day. Zhu Dingbei has been punished since he was a child, and he still feels a little unsatisfactory at the end. .

Qin Xi noticed it, and when he took the bow and arrow, he leaned over and said affectionately: "Your marshal father often punishes you to squat, right?"

Jiangmen Huzi probably all had similar childhood experiences. It was the first time for Qin Xi to meet the same kind after being taught in Guozi Academy for so long, and he was indescribably close.Seeing that Zhu Dingbei really showed a worried face, he patted his face, and said with the face of someone who came here: "From now on, you will know that this is for you. Look at me now, with the head on my head I can squat in a basin of water for an hour without shaking, none of them can beat me!"

Zhu Dingbei failed to understand exactly where this person's pride lies, so he pinched his big ears and said earnestly: "Keep up the good work."

The peaceful and peaceful days passed by in a flash, until Zhu Dingbei once again grabbed the table with his head in the poetry and book class, and the fiery teacher finally broke out.

The instructor slammed it heavily on the desk, and the master said angrily, "Recite what the old man just said!"

Seeing Master Zhu's dull eyes and face covered with circles, the master's beard is raised, "Rotten wood! No, you can't listen to the lecture well. Look who is as naughty as you? If Duke Zhou can teach you these things, what effort did you spend on it?" I’m here? I’m really angry, old man, you boy, don’t you think you’re the reincarnated Zaiyu?”

Master Zhu Xiaohou rubbed his eyes and stood up, with a face of not understanding the situation.

The laughing classroom was strangely serious, and someone suddenly muttered, "I saw him sleep with his eyes open several times, and he must be the one who slaughtered pigs in the next life."

With a "poof", the whole class burst into laughter.