Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Wan Jing treated Mu Zishi and Qi Shaochong very well, before Mu Zishi got up, he went to the city with Leshun and spent a lot of money to buy a large number of books and store them in Mingwalou.

Originally, there was no separate school in Yuzhuang. Because the two sons of the owner of the village had great ambitions to win the toad palace, Lizhuang specially hired a scholar from the county to be a teacher, and also asked some tenants and tenants of the village to send their own outstanding children. Listen to books and go to school together.

Wan Jing then discussed with Li Zhuang, and Yu Zhuang would pay half of the Shu Xiu's money every year, and it would be like two Zhuangzi to jointly run this school, teaching some important and capable Zhuang people to recognize characters, which was also beneficial to others and themselves.

But Mu Zishi and Qi Shaochong were both educated by the learned scholars, and Wan Jing couldn't bear to let them be accepted into such a mixed school, as disciples of low-ranking scholars, but where can they find any economics at the moment? Full of famous teachers?What's more, at that time, the northern region emphasized martial arts over literature, and Xiashen area was close to Yongliang. The young and strong at home would rather join the army and earn a share of money, and they were too lazy to study hard to compete with the talented scholars in the south of the Central Plains for the title of the gold list. .

Wan Jing was so worried that his hair turned gray, he discussed with Le Shun: "Where can I invite a good gentleman?"

Le Shun thought for a long time, and said: "Master, the Mr. Wang we hired with Li Zhuang is very knowledgeable, he is a scholar! After three rounds in the county court, he can be selected as a scholar, and a scholar will not kneel when he sees an official. You don’t even have to pay taxes, this kind of status can be counted on ten fingers in our county!”

Wan Jing sighed: "No, the little ink in his stomach can only teach illiterate dealers."

Le Shun was in awe, and asked: "The master is trying to enlighten the young master? The young master is very smart, and he will definitely give us Yu Zhuang to come back as a master!"

Because the youngest son Zhujia brought by Qian Dingxiang has been changed to Wan's surname, he can be regarded as the descendant of the Wan family, so Leshun made this guess, but Wan Jing shook his head and said: "Zhujia is blunt and impetuous, and asking him to study is simply to drive away ducks." Embroidered on a piece of linen on the shelf, not that material."

Le Shun stroked his two mustaches, and said with a smile: "Is that for the two nephews and young masters?"

Wan Jing acted and spoke extremely carefully, and sighed: "You don't know, my previous lady came from a high family background, and she was a family heir to poetry and books. These two children... I'm afraid that Mr. Wang's knowledge is not as good as them! I I'm really worried about delaying them."

Le Shun thought for a moment, and said: "Boss, this person who came out to be a teacher, how can there be any Jinshi Juren? If you think Mr. Wang is wrong, I have a relative in my family who is also an old scholar who has failed for a long time. Excellent, why don't you try him?"

Wan Jing reluctantly nodded, and said, "I have to ask Zi Shi what he means first."

Le Shun didn't say a word, but he murmured in his heart, it seems that his master's love for his nephew was far more than that of Wan Zhujia, how could that rascal Qian Dingxiang give up?

Mu Zishi didn't have any special expectations for his husband, he just listened quietly to Wan Jing's words, and said, "Uncle, don't worry too much, as long as you can explain the book in a proper manner, I will bring the relatives of Le Steward for a while." Try it."

In the end, Mr. Na Le was as Le Shun said, with a solid and profound foundation, and he was proficient in writing. Mu Zishi guessed that he failed in the test repeatedly because he did not understand current affairs and the articles were empty, and because he failed in the test repeatedly, his temperament became poorer. Sighing at the old man's rigidity, he couldn't help laughing at Shao Qi: "The fourth elder brother once told me that scientific research articles should not only be full of flowers and flowers, but also have something to say. He has good knowledge, but unfortunately he is just a useless scholar."

Qi Shaochong said depressedly: "Then you still want me to listen to his lectures? I'd rather listen to you..."

Mu Zishi sat on the chair and didn't put down the scroll, but said: "What is the difference between teaching students and knowing yourself? I am not as good as Mr. Le in explaining the scriptures. Besides, I don't have the patience to explain it to you word by word."

Qi Shao rushed forward and said angrily: "Then what he said is wrong? Is it pedantic? Is there something I don't understand?"

Mu Zishi closed the scroll and slapped him on the head: "So you only study with him for half a day! We all live together. If you have any questions, are you afraid that you won't have a chance to ask me for advice?"

Mu Zishi followed Qi Shao to the study for a few days, but later he said that he was weak and never went again.Qi Shaochong asked the reason, he just said with a smile: "If you look at the wall of the cave, what you can see is only a square inch and a foot. When I climbed to the top of the mountain, I can see the eight poles of the world."

Qi Shaochong was puzzled: "Where is Tai Dian?"

Mu Zishi sighed with a smile: "Stupid!" Pointing to the books on the wall, "Aren't these towering mountains?"

Qi Shaochong angrily said, "Then why do I have to peek at the cave wall?"

Mu Zishi said bluntly: "Because your foundation has not been solidified, the scriptures and meanings cannot be fully understood, and the path to the top is blocked by vegetation, so you can only look at the mountains and sigh."

So Qi Shaochong reasoned that his poems were poor, so he had to study hard with Wan Zhujia every day, which was boring and depressed beyond words.

Wan Zhujia was only eight years old, he could barely read a dozen characters, and his personality was even more stubborn and greedy, just like his mother, even Qi Shaochong, who was open-minded, couldn't bear it at times.

After so many months, he couldn't help complaining to Mu Zishi. Mu Zishi pondered for a moment, but suddenly said: "What do you think of Miss Zhuxi?"

Qi Shaochong thought for a while: "Gentle and amiable, calm and peaceful, but a little bit soft... Zhu Jia is so rude, she still treats him with pampering and accommodating."

After talking about it, she couldn't help saying in a low voice: "Every time she sees you, her eyes will light up, and the embroidery work for you is also the most attentive."

Mu Zishi sneered a few times and remained silent.

Qi Shaochong heard that he was smiling, so he hurriedly stepped forward to shake him: "What? Did I say something wrong? Don't just smile!"

Mu Zishi said leisurely: "One hundred Zhujia is not as dangerous as one Zhuxi."

Qi Shaochong was stunned: "Zhuxi is just a weak woman..."

Mu Zishi snorted: "What is Zhujia? He is shallow and ignorant, like a stupid cow and a wooden horse, he is doing evil, but Zhuxi is different in his ability to kill a person and burn a house. Underestimate."

Qi Shaochong murmured: "What did Zhuxi do, that you are so wary of her?"

Mu Zishi said: "It was cold the day before yesterday. When we were having dinner, my uncle specially ordered the kitchen to cook a dish called Dae Si Fang. Four kinds of meat stewed in one place. Do you remember?"

Qi Shaochong said: "Remember! It's stewed with venison, roe deer, wild boar, and dog meat. They also baked sliced ​​scallion pancakes and rolled them with stewed meat. It's delicious and fresh. I ate half a catty of it!"

Mu Zishi couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, he held his stomach and rubbed it for a long time... Do you know where the dog meat came from?"

Qi Shaochong said: "It seems to be one raised by Zhujia. It's called Xuehua."

Mu Zishi looked out the window, only one or two maids were picking plums in the yard, and said softly, "That's right, and it's Zhujia's favorite and the most fierce one."

"Zhujia likes dogs but doesn't take the time to take care of them, and he doesn't worry about others. Zhuxi feeds and takes care of the dogs more, but Xuehua has a violent temper, and she even bit Zhuxi's skirt more than a month ago... Zhuxi Xi didn't take it seriously, but instead added a few more fleshy bones to Xue Hua."

Mu Zishi slowly spread out a piece of paper, took down a Zihao brush, and continued: "I happened to see it from the side, and it was very strange, so I asked Zhuxi why he didn't order the beast to go down and teach him a lesson, but treated it instead. better?"

"Zhuxi just smiled and said, this is my brother's favorite dog, even if I beat it and starve it, I can't do it hard, so it won't hurt the muscles or bones, but it will only hurt the relationship between siblings. It’s better to feed him more and be more indulgent, then there will be someone more vicious than him to cure him.”

Mu Zishi's voice was as warm and calm as jade, and Qi Shaochong's heart moved slightly, thinking of a story about Duke Zhuang in Zuo Zhuan.

Mu Zishi looked up at him, and said with a smile: "As expected, after a while, Xuehua became very aggressive and bit Qian Dingxiang... Qian Dingxiang was no better than Zhuxi, and immediately called someone to kill Xuehua. With good meat, Zhuxi ate a lot that night."

After finishing speaking, he put down his pen and looked at the few lines he had just written with satisfaction. When the ink was dry, he presented it to Qi Shaochong: "Look, I'll let you read more history books when you have time. The truth is in the lines. Tai Shi Gong Jubi, record: In 22 years, Duan Guo attacked Zheng, and Wu Jiang served as the internal response. Zhuang Gong sent troops to attack Duan, and Duan Zou—a word of fruit, the lingering rhyme lingered for three days, so you can think about it!"

Qi Shaochong took it and looked at it. The style of the pavilion is elegant, elegant, beautiful, and elegant, but the four sentences are murderous and sharp: children rely on education skills to cultivate evil and evil.On the day of enfeoffment from Jingyi, Taishu first took control. 【Note】Standing speechless for a while in shock.

When they had dinner together that night, Qi Shaochong couldn't recover himself, and looked at Wan Zhuxi with a strange look.

Ever since Mu Zishi and Qi Shaochong lived in Yuzhuang, Wan Jing regarded them as relatives and nephews, tolerant and caring everywhere, three meals a day, especially this meal at night, must be eaten lively by the whole family.

Qian Dingxiang once showed a little bit of dissatisfaction and was reprimanded by stern words, but she had to force herself to accompany her with a smile, but Wan Zhuxi cherished this half hour very much. His former nephew, whether he was close or not, had a rare fate, so he couldn't help hiding some thoughts, and some meaning appeared between his eyebrows and eyes.

Although Qian Dingxiang is not smart, but she is a mother after all, after a long time, she saw the clues, gritted her teeth and closed the yard door, beat and scolded her head and face, Zhuxi's eyes were red with embarrassment, and her cheeks were almost chopped off , but dare not shed a tear.

Tired from beating Qian Dingxiang, she slapped her hands and howled: "You little whore! When I was your age, I was so ashamed to look at a man! You're good, you only thought about getting married ? You are a big girl, not a little slut in that brothel! Besides, what are you looking at? That short-lived tuberculosis ghost would like to break in the door of our Wan family. If you want to drive it away, you will go to it with a shy face. Wulila? Your brain was eaten by a dog and bitten by a mouse?"

Seeing that Zhuxi was silent, she softened her breath and cried again: "You don't think about your mother just because you're an irresponsible boy? You don't think about your brother? Your father doesn't like Zhujia at all. If that Mu Zishi is willing to adopt the surname Wan, where will our mother and son have a foothold in the future? Doesn’t it depend on the eyes of the two brothers for a tea and a meal?"

Zhuxi suddenly raised his head and glanced at Qian Dingxiang, his eyes were as cold as ice.

Qian Dingxiang was furious, and poked Zhuxi's forehead with her fingernails: "You clinging white-eyed wolf, do you think that after marrying him, you can be the head of the house for the rest of your life, riding on the heads of your own mother and brother? Bah! Dreaming! It's not that your mother's mouth is poisonous, but your mother's eyes are even more poisonous. You don't look at that Mu Zishi's virtues, his eyes are almost growing out of his forehead, how can he be a little bitch who doesn't know a word like you The stuff of life?"

Zhuxi took two steps back, and said softly: "Daughter dreams that one day she can make his bed, fold his clothes, wash clothes and cook for him. Even if it's like you said, I'm not worthy of being his wife, I'm still willing to be a little girl." of."

Qian Dingxiang almost passed out, regardless of the new skirt and jacket on her upper body, she fell down and beat her chest and feet, crying loudly: "Oh, I can't live! I will feed you with a pile of shit and a pile of piss." Daddy, you treat your own mother like this! You shameless little bastard, God has the power to strike you with lightning!"

Zhuxi didn't hear it, and suddenly turned around and ran away. Qian Dingxiang was startled, and got up quickly, but she had already escaped from the yard, and couldn't even catch up with her. kick.

Zhuxi trotted with tears streaming down his face, ran straight to Director Wanjing's room where he was entertaining guests, fell to his knees, and hissed, "Father!"

Fortunately, there was no one else in the house except Le Shun at that time, Wan Jing saw her head and face were hurt, and knew that it was Qian Dingxiang who made it, and she regretted how she got married in a daze back then. She, indeed, is a widower and widow, and her heart is like an old house on fire?

Over there, Zhuxi was sobbing and talking, but he didn't mess up at all, he explained the matter clearly, kowtowed his head, and begged: "Now that things have happened, I absolutely don't want to marry someone else, please help me!"

After all, Wan Jing was experienced, after thinking about it, he made up his mind, and said, "You are only fourteen, and Zishi is one year younger than you. It's not too late to discuss this matter...in two years."

Zhuxi heard this, bit her lip, and said in a soft voice, "Thank you dad for worrying about everything."

Afterwards Wan Jing mentioned this to Mu Zishi, and sighed: "Zhuxi is a good boy with a heart, but he is not good enough for you. I will keep her safe for two years, and when she is older, Finding a good family and marrying her will save you any resentment, and save you a lot of trouble."

Holding a cup of honey soup, Mu Zishi said with a smile, "Uncle is very considerate, and that's what I mean too... Besides, maybe a few years later, I will take Shao Chong elsewhere."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Although they were far apart in age, they had a perfect understanding. They both saw that Zhuxi was definitely not a kind person.

The author has something to say: Note: Children rely on education skills to cultivate evil and misfortune.On the day of enfeoffment from Jingyi, Taishu first took control. ——From the Chronicles of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, written by Feng Menglong in the late Ming Dynasty.