Respect the little husband [farming]

Shen Wenxuan scooped up the medicine in his hand with a spoon, took a sip and passed it to Jiao Shihan who was opposite him when he felt that it was no longer hot.

Dr. Zhao changed the prescription, and now it is not so bitter. Jiao Shihan held it in both hands, took a sip and rested for a while, glanced at the monk sitting in the yard eating from time to time, and three or four servants stood around him and stared at him.

The steward: "He said he was a monk from Chongfu Temple, which is the most popular temple in our Pingle Prefecture. It was two hills away from here. I asked him why he came here, and he couldn't explain clearly. But I can see his face, he looks a bit like that crazy monk in Chongfu Temple, whose dharma name seems to be Huiji."

Jiao Shihan paused. He remembered that the young master in Xiangguo Temple was called Huisheng. Are these two monks of the same generation?

Shen Wenxuan glanced at the monk. He was sitting on the ground eating three bowls of plain noodles, and he didn't show any fear at all being trapped here, but he was very big-hearted.

"Hui. Ji?" Shen Wenxuan hesitated, and when his eyes shifted from the noodles in the rice bowl to here, he asked, "What do you mean by those premature deaths and early deaths...?"

He asked a little stiffly. Before his rebirth, he was not at all interested in these feudal dross of ghosts and monsters, but now that he, a person who deserved to die, is sitting here, it is inevitable that he began to care about this aspect in his heart.

Moreover, this person would say death and such unlucky words as soon as they met. Shen Wenxuan glanced at Jiao Shihan who was drinking medicine from the corner of his eye, feeling uncomfortable.

Hui Ji didn't seem to understand what he was talking about, so she smiled at him foolishly, then lowered her head and continued eating noodles, chewing while she said to the boy who guarded him: "I still want a bowl, I want more. I want a bowl, and—"

This is unlikely to look like a master, right?

Shen Wenxuan was a little speechless but heaved a sigh of relief, seeing Jiao Shihan stuff a candied fruit into his mouth after drinking the medicine.

"My lord," the boy ran in from the outer courtyard to report, "a monk said that he is the abbot of Chongfu Temple, and he came here to pick up his younger brother."

Before Shen Wenxuan could speak, Hui Ji suddenly jumped up, threw the bowl with soup and water to the boy, and shouted excitedly: "Senior brother! Senior brother! Huibao is here~"

A simple-dressed monk who looked to be in his 30s walked in, with six ring scars on his head, and looked very friendly: "Brother, Hui Ji, don't move around, and don't be rude in front of the benefactor."

Old man Wen followed behind: "Master Huizhen, please don't be restrained. It's a good thing that young people love to move. It's also because of my poor eyesight that I didn't recognize him as a monk from Chongfu Temple. If it wasn't for this, I would have sent him back a long time ago. How can I bother you, master, to go there yourself."

"Benefactor Wen, you are too polite. My younger brother is ignorant and broke into the boundaries of the benefactors without permission. I am here to apologize." Huizhen folded his hands and bowed to old man Wen, then turned to bow to Shen Wenxuan, old man Wen hurriedly Returning the salute, Jiao Shihan also stood up and prayed back with clasped hands.

Shen Wenxuan: "..."

Sitting on a chair at this time was a bit inappropriate, so Shen Wenxuan could only stand up.

"Brother," Hui Ji pulled Hui Zhen's sleeve, "I saw—"

"Hui Ji." Hui Zhen interrupted him, his face changed from being kind to a little more serious. Seeing this, Hui Ji bit her sleeve aggrievedly, pulled his belt and hid behind him.

"All benefactors are laughing," Huizhen said with a smile, and took out a few tassels made of amulets from his sleeves. "Our Chongfu Temple made this by ourselves. It can drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters, attract wealth and treasure, and seek fate and have children." , married a married man, sold very well, gifted it to a few benefactors, please don't be disgusted."

Old man Wen smiled: "Thank you abbot."

Most of these amulets that can do anything are for good luck. Shen Wenxuan took one and tied one of them around A Jiao's waist. Jiao Shihan also picked one from him and tied it around A Xuan's waist, hanging it with the jade It matches in one place.

Huizhen took a look at the two of them, said goodbye with a smile, and led her junior brother out of Tong Lao's house, and walked back along the mountain road. The two monks moved and moved in the long green, suddenly feeling Zen.

"Hui Bao, can you hold your senior brother next time you run? Do you know how hard it is for senior brother to find you?" Hui Zhen said sadly, shedding her kind appearance in front of everyone, and endured He couldn't stop patting his shiny head.

Hui Ji: "Okay, okay."

A look of not knowing what's wrong.

Huizhen glanced at his clothes, and began to bleed with distress from the moment they met, and finally couldn't help it: "Brother spent his own money to make this for you, it's so expensive."

"I'm rich, Huibao is rich."

"You're gone. Brother has already donated all the incense money for the past few months, so let's follow senior brother to sell amulets tomorrow."

......

Shen Wenxuan took Jiao Shihan around the suburbs, and stopped by to see Xipo. There seemed to be a small village named Anxi Village. Each family had its own house, and the slope was divided according to the population of each household. Although he still needs the relief of the Shen family, he is no longer adrift and helpless like a refugee.

"B-big benefactor, the big benefactor is here!"

I don't know who yelled, and everyone in the village put down their work and looked over. Seeing that it was Shen Wenxuan, they immediately knelt down and bowed down like worshiping a Bodhisattva, including the young man who was being trained by Zhao Er and Yan Qi. .

"Thank you benefactor for saving your life, thank you benefactor for saving your life."

"Thank you for saving your life."

"Thank you for saving your life."

"Thank you-"

Shen Wenxuan leaned over to help the old man beside him up and said, "Everyone, please stand up. I just want to do good deeds and accumulate virtue. I can't deserve such a big gift."

"The benefactor is kind, and saved us from the fire and water, even if we let people like cattle and horses repay the benefactor's life-saving grace, we will not hesitate."

"Severe words." Shen Wenxuan smiled slightly, with a gentle but majestic expression on his face, always with a faint sense of distance, making people close but not presumptuous.

"Everyone can live here with peace of mind. Although Mr. Shen is not talented, he still has the ability to protect everyone. When the Shen family grows stronger in the future, we won't let everyone be trapped in this small west slope. I will definitely find a way out for everyone .”

In addition to this one, the hot pot restaurants opened by Luo Zhi and Yu Jing in various counties are also enough to support a group of refugees outside the county, and there will only be more and more villages like this.

"Okay, okay!" The people in the village were about to kneel again with joy, Shen Wenxuan hurriedly stopped them, and when it was time to leave, the villagers of Anxi Village kept sending them for three miles, and they didn't stop until Shen Wenxuan got on the carriage, watching the carriage Drive away gradually.

Jiao Shihan stared at Shen Wenxuan with bright eyes, leaned over to kiss his cheek while he was not paying attention, it was a little wet and soft.

Shen Wenxuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Is this a reward?"

Jiao Shihan didn't speak, the smiling face was really pretty, Shen Wenxuan leaned over and trapped him between himself and the car wall, first leaned over to touch his nose, and kissed him slowly, very gentle, so gentle that it seemed like the whole world The touch is only the lips and tongue.

When she got home, Jiao Shihan's lips were already bright red, her hair and skirt were a little messy, and her breathing was full of spring.

The back of my neck started to feel hot again, and it still hurt a little.

Shen Wenxuan tidied up his clothes and hair, and carried him out of the carriage.

"Son!"

Wang Muze ran out from the gate, and the teachers who wanted to invite had arrived, but when he saw the sticky look of the two of them, his eyes flickered several times and he didn't know where to put it, and his speech became hesitant.

"What's the matter?" Shen Wenxuan asked, and walked past him to the mansion.

"Masters are here, Ping'er and Wen Ge'er are waiting in the elegant room, this...Young Master, would you go and have a look?"

"Yes." Jiao Shihan stood up from his arms and said, got down from his arms with two thumps, and hurried to the elegant room.

He has been looking forward to the wife of Ping'er and Wen Ge'er for a long time, how can he do it if he doesn't check it?

Elegant room.

Ping'er and Wen Ge'er sat cross-legged on the futon, and looked at the seven wives across a table. When Jiao Shihan came in, people from both sides looked over. Jiao Shihan smiled and greeted the seven wives with etiquette After a salute, Shen Wenxuan, who followed behind, didn't think too much, simply nodded to the masters, and pulled Jiao Shihan to sit down opposite them.

The seven masters taught different things. In addition to the masters who taught the two little ones to read and write, there were six masters who taught rites, music, archery, royals, books, and numbers.

The few of them looked at each other a few times, the teacher at the head looked like an old pedant, looked at each other a few times, especially his eyes swept over Jiao Shihan several times, and said: "My surname is Ma, students often call me Master Ma I wonder if these two children can read and write?"

"Yes," Jiao Shihan replied, and patted the two little ones on the shoulders, "They are very smart, they can already recite the Three-Character Classic, Hundred Family Surnames and Thousand-Character Classics, Brother Wen can also recite the Book of Songs and the Analects of Confucius."

Ma Fuzi lowered his eyes and looked dissatisfied. He took a sip of tea slowly and asked, "What is the meaning of water, fire, metal, wood, earth, and valley in the Analects of Confucius?"

Ping'er was sitting upright, staring straight at Ma Fuzi, completely ignorant.

Brother Wen lowered his eyes and pondered, Master Ma was secretly delighted when he saw this, and pretended to be profound, and just about to criticize a few words, he heard Brother reply:

"Water can irrigate, fire can cook, gold can cut, wood can grow, soil can reproduce, and grain can nourish. These are the six governments. The purpose of virtue is good governance, and government is to support the people."

"And this sentence is not from the Analects, but from Shangshu Dayumo."

Ma Fuzi paused, his face was shy for a while, and then his jealousy suddenly soared.

"This is a question I deliberately asked in order to test your knowledge, so answer it barely." Ma Fuzi insisted.

Jiao Shihan: "Master is right, our brother and Heping are still young, so their knowledge and knowledge are naturally inferior to—"

"Fu Lang respects himself," Ma Fuzi interrupted him, frowning tightly and looking a little disgusted.

This pair has already interrupted several times, but they don't even have any self-knowledge.

"I personally think that on such occasions, it should be answered by the child or his parents. As a woman, my husband should abide by women's rules and women's precepts. I privately think that we should avoid one or two occasions when there are outside men, so as not to insult the family tradition, and let me Waiting for the master is very embarrassing."

Jiao Shihan was taken aback for a moment, the joyful look on his face slowly disappeared.

"Get out." Shen Wenxuan said, his eyes were gloomy, and he looked a little ruthless.

"It should be like this." Ma Fuzi stroked his beard and laughed, waiting for the pair to leave the elegant room, when suddenly he was framed:

"What are you doing? What are you doing?! I am a scholar in the 14th year of Yongyuan, what are you doing?! Let go!" Master Ma struggled hard, but was still dragged out.

Ping'er stuck out his tongue at him, hugged Jiao Shihan and said, "Jiao Jiao, don't listen to his nonsense, Jiao Jiao is the best."

Brother Wen nodded aside: "This kind of master is the most sour and old-fashioned, and his reading is like an elm brain, nothing good."

The two young servants dragged Ma Fuzi all the way to the gate, and threw them out together with the bookcase he brought when he came.

Ma Fuzi was thrown to the ground and his face was contorted in pain, he stood up tremblingly while holding his waist, his body was covered with dirt, he pointed at the gate of Wen Le Ning Mansion with shaking fingers and cursed: "You guys are too deceitful! Family of merchants, what do you think you are? Don’t say you dislike me, if you really have the ability, go and invite lay monk Weixiu—"

The sound was so loud that everyone in the elegant room could hear it.

"Get out of here!" Wang Muze chased him out with a broom and made a gesture to beat him. Mr. Ma hurriedly picked up his bookcase and ran two steps: "Businessmen are ruthless, actors are ruthless, the ancients never deceived me!"

"Fuck you!" Wang Muze was so angry that he pulled off his shoe and hit him.

"Fucking bad luck! Who are you looking for?" Wang Muze frowned and scolded. The steward who helped him pick up the shoes was obedient and dared not speak. Wang Muze pulled his shoes out of his hand, feeling furious put on yourself.

At this time, in the elegant room.

The second master is a teacher who teaches calligraphy, so he ordered the two little ones to write a set of calligraphy for him to see. Brother Wen did a good job, with a straight body, strong grip on the pen, and smooth writing. The master was impressed by it. Nodding, his brows frowned when he caught sight of Ping'er.

Ping'er is still not proficient in writing, holding the pen and writing crookedly. He knew he couldn't do it, so he smiled at his master a little embarrassedly, but suddenly saw the ruler hitting him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Ping'er was so frightened that he covered his head, his heart was beating in shock, and he didn't feel any pain after waiting for a long time. When he opened his eyes again, he found Wen Ge'er and Jiao Jiao all came to hug him, and the wife who was about to hit someone He had already been kicked flying, and was lying a few feet away, clutching his chest and moaning in pain.

Shen Wenxuan stood with a gloomy face, and the other masters were very dissatisfied when they saw this: "Isn't it a common thing to hit the ruler? The ancients often said that only strict teachers can produce excellent students. You, this—"

Do you still want them to teach?

Three masters were so angry that they stood up on the spot, pointed at Shen Wenxuan with disgust on their faces and said, "We are forced to come here because of life, otherwise, who would read sage books and want to enter your merchant's house? Forget about morality, even the most basic respect for the teacher, I think the two boys in your family should hire someone else."

The three masters walked out of the elegant room and left the Shen's house. The master who beat someone was also dragged out, but he kept holding his chest and yelling. a sum.

The steward turned his head to look at Wang Muze, Wang Muze secretly glanced at Shen Wenxuan, nodded his head a few times, waved his hand to let him go down quickly, and looked at his sadness so that he could shut his mouth.

There are still two masters left, one is a musician and the other is a teacher of Jiuzhang arithmetic.

The musician forced a smile and said, "Well... I don't like using a ruler to discipline students, it's bad if it's broken."

The master who taught Jiuzhang arithmetic didn't say anything. Most of those scholars don't like arithmetic, and think that this kind of academics who fiddle with abacus is inferior, so it is suitable for teaching in the merchant's family.

Shen Wenxuan glanced at them a few times, and didn't need them to come to the assessment. He directly set up a question to compare the two of them. An arithmetic problem in black and white was stipulated that the master who taught the arithmetic should solve it within a stick of incense, and the musician went to the piano room behind the curtain to play. A song that I am best at.

The musician thought about it for a while, looked at Jiao Shihan sitting at the table through the bamboo curtain, pondered in his heart, and began to turn the shaft to pluck the strings, and the sound of the piano came out from behind the curtain, which sounded pretty good.

Jiao Shihan was thinking about which song it was, when he heard the middle of it, his face suddenly changed, he lowered his head, his whole body was burning with shame, and there was some unspeakable nausea, so he stood up abruptly, took Ping'er's hand and walked away quickly.

He left suddenly, Shen Wenxuan was about to pour a cup of tea in his hand, but didn't react at all.

Shen Wenxuan: "..."

Glancing at Wang Muze who was standing at the door, seeing the kid scratching his ears and daring to look over, Shen Wenxuan knew something was wrong, and ordered the two boys to get the musician who was playing the piano out.

The musician was playing at the right place, but was suddenly interrupted, with a displeased face: "What are you doing?"

What are you talking about, Wang Muze wanted to smash him to death!

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Wang Muze glanced at Shen Wenxuan and said with a little fear in his heart: "He, he played just now... Yan, Yan Qu, which is quite famous."

Shen Wenxuan couldn't understand the rhythm, and couldn't hear it at all. At this moment, he couldn't help being a little shocked, mixed with dissatisfaction: "This is the master you invited?"

"I, I, I, I..." Wang Muze said "I" for a long time, but he didn't say "I". He lowered his head and cursed silently.

"Get out of here all!"

Everyone trembled, this time, not only the musician was thrown out, but also the incompetent master who didn't even figure out a fart after a long time of calculation was also driven away.

"I-Isn't this the taller one among the dwarfs? The really tall ones are all in Hongzhang Academy. My son, I haven't had time to tell you that this Hongzhang Academy does not allow students with Shang nationality to enroll, but I heard that only The magistrate changed the business registration of the children in the family to be able to enter, Yu Ziqiu of the Yu family is like this, when the Yu family and us suppressed bandits together, Yu Tang took this credit to ask the magistrate to give Yu Ziqiu a change."

"There is another way to accompany those officials' children, but this requires connections. Many merchants support those noble children, and even voluntarily support them. It is for this opportunity to accompany them. Our Shen family has people we know. Tell Mr. Liu, who is the supervisor, or Mr. Zhang, who is the secretary of the Dian, that the two dolls of our family can also go in and study with them."

"However, the funds for this Hongzhang Academy are allocated by the government on the one hand, and on the other... donated by the Lin family. The Lin family is in the salt merchant business and has a very rich family background. But didn't we just break up with the Lin family? These two children You will definitely be excluded if you go in now, so I, I, I can only bring these people to see you."

Wang Muze looked at Shen Wenxuan's face and said, "Why don't we take it easy until we get rid of the Lin family—"

Shen Wenxuan glanced at him: "I remember that the spring exam at Hongzhang Academy will start in a few days."

"Then wait for the autumn test—" Wang Muze dared not speak when he looked at Shen Wenxuan's eyes.

Shen Wenxuan picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. He glanced at Brother Wen who was quietly drinking tea. He looked like a big kid, and couldn't help rubbing his head a few times: "You are not in a hurry."

Brother Wen glanced at him: "You are the one who is anxious, you wish that I, Ping'er, could go to school early so that Jiao Jiao can be alone."

"So what?" Shen Wenxuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, turning the teacup in his hand to think for a while, why can't these two little ones be accompanied by students, Ajiao is definitely not willing, but if he asks the magistrate to change his citizenship. ... This old thing wants to blackmail him.

After a while, Shen Wenxuan asked:

"Who is the Layman Weixiu mentioned by Master Ma?"

......

In Hanxuan Courtyard, Jiao Shihan was watching Ping'er clumsily arranging flowers, thinking in his heart that the things he learned in the academy back then were different from the six arts that men learned, would it be possible for Ping'er and Wen Ge'er to learn the same things? not too good?

Shen Wenxuan came in and sat beside him, and patted Ping'er on the head to signal that he could go. Ping'er was relieved immediately, and picked up the flower he had inserted halfway to find Brother Wen.

Jiao Shihan watched Ping'er gradually run away, puffed up her face and looked at Shen Wenxuan: "I'm going to teach him how to insert it."

"I'll send the two of them to Hongzhang Academy to study. There is Xiangya Academy for girls and twins. You don't need to worry about it."

The anger in Jiao Shihan's mouth instantly suffocated, and he couldn't help laughing: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Shen Wenxuan leaned close to the corner of his lips and kissed him.

......

In the middle of the night, everyone in Wen Lening's mansion rested, and it was quiet.

Jiao Shihan lay on the bed panting uncomfortably, his whole body was hot from the inside out like being roasted by fire.

"It hurts..." He mumbled unconsciously, slowly opened his eyes, there were a few lights in the room, and the green sleeves were sleeping on the small couch outside, Jiao Shihan reached out and touched the back of his neck, There was a burning pain there.

Shen Wenxuan, who was next to her, closed her eyes and breathed steadily, Jiao Shihan looked at the top of the bed and took a few breaths, her temples and the loose skirts were all covered with sweat.Gently took away Ah Xuan's hand that was wrapping around her waist, Jiao Shihan lifted the curtain and got out of the bed, walked to the table in a daze and poured a glass of water, suddenly a warm current flowed down from her nose, dripping into the glass, dyeing Into a piece of red.

Jiao Shihan reached out and touched...he had a nosebleed.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-01-3015:51:39~2021-02-0116:23:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Hey dumb, a big spider among the flowers?? 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of hey;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!