struggle in ancient times

"Thank you, Master, for clarifying my doubts today." Liao Tingyu put away the paper on which his question was written.

"It's okay. If you don't know anything in the future, just come to me." Master Li shook his hand, not caring at all.

He admired his student's spirit of seeking knowledge very much. "By the way, bring me what I asked you to write these days, and I'll help you read it."

Liao Tingyu nodded, went back to the room and took out a stack of papers: "These are all the poems I have made during this time."

Master Li looked at each one of them, stroked his goatee and shook his head: "It's a little bit better than before. You must have corrected these dirty points."

Then he said to himself: "This Wenzi is corrected quite well. Wenfeng, not bad, not bad, although these verses are still not able to win the exam, but they have improved a lot compared to your previous ones."

"Really? I also feel that the more I write recently, the more I think about it, and I no longer rack my brains like I did when I missed it."

"Although it's a bit of a stretch, really remember not to be complacent. Being a scholar will not be your end. If you have talent, learning and ability, you will have higher achievements." Master Li tapped.

"I see, Master. I will certainly live up to your expectations."

Mrs. Li was still holding these papers in his hand on the way back.In a place where no one is around, "This kid used to be upright in his poems, but now he has a youthful mind. It seems that good things are coming."

Liao Tingyu didn't think of these few poems at all, instead he sold him out of the sky.

Now, taking advantage of the fact that get out of class is over, he is going to take a stroll in the town and listen to what the students say. A sugar blower artist has come to West Street these days. He has drawn a picture and plans to ask that person to help him make it come out.

"How is the old man? Is this painting difficult for you?" Liao Tingyu couldn't help being a little disappointed when he saw the old man's tangled expression.

"If you go back to your son, it's not difficult, but it takes a long time to make this thing." The old man looked at the vivid painting and was a little reluctant to refuse, but...

"It doesn't matter if it takes a little longer, as long as it can be done well, and I will pay the corresponding money, you don't have to worry about that." Liao Tingyu said hastily when he heard You Hopeful.

"Just help me, I need it urgently."

The students who came from behind saw the master was busy, and a few of them winked.

"That's Mrs. Liao. I didn't expect a person who is usually very serious to play these things." The student in yellow said.

"What's the matter with this sugar blower? Besides, who doesn't like candy, and maybe Mr. Liao made it for others!" The chubby student retorted in a low voice.

Although the voice was relatively low, it was also agreed by the students next to him: "It is also possible."

A voice suddenly came from behind, it was a student a few grades higher than them: "I said you are newcomers to the school, and that painting was obviously painted by Master Liao. Master Liao's paintings are not the same as those of ordinary people. Same, very recognizable."

"Master Liao's paintings are really beautiful. Why doesn't he teach us how to draw?" the fat man asked suspiciously.

"It's not because he is better at spelling than painting. This man is an all-rounder, you should study hard." Liao Tingyu's former classmate said.

He felt that even though he didn't pass the examination as a scholar, he was at least Liao Tingyu's classmate. These people were Liao Tingyu's students, and they were also his descendants in terms of reasoning. Naturally, he should mention it.

"Does Mr. Liao like candy?" The student in yellow was still curious.

"He doesn't like these things, but he is a person who loves spicy food." The man thought about the scene of the dinner, and said affirmatively.

"Oh!" The student in yellow was a little disappointed, although he didn't know why he was disappointed.

Liao Tingyu waited for nearly an hour, and finally took the things into his hands.

I have to say that this person's craftsmanship is really superb: "Old man, your business is really good enough! It must be passed on in the future, and it will become a treasure of civilization."

The old man didn't understand the meaning of his words, but he still smiled while holding more money than usual. "It will be passed on. My son's craft has already been taught. I will teach my grandson when he is older."

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"Is this sugar?" Huang Zilan said in surprise while holding something.

"This thing is so beautifully drawn." Xiao Liu praised.

"He's really powerful." Huang Zilan said holding something.