Mutated Tao: Zhuge Yuan Extra Story 3: Rules (thanks to Vera, the leader

"Shiro, Shiro!" The Master's voice diverted Zhuge Yuan's attention from the flying dragonflies outside the window to his calm and prestige face.

"Missed again!" The master looked like he hated iron for being weak. "Shiro, those who follow me do not value intelligence and vigilance, but diligence and modesty!"

"Yes, Master taught you the right thing." Zhuge Yuan saluted him solemnly.

Seeing Zhuge Yuan's look like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, the sighing master walked up to him, looked up and down the half-grown young man and asked, "Silang, you live in such a muddle every day, have you ever thought about it?" What career do you want to achieve in the future?"

"Yes! Be a hero!"

"Did you read the storybook again? Where did you hide it? Let me find it and burn it all! Why aren't you so active in reading serious books!"

After angrily searching for nothing, the master said to Zhuge Yuan again helplessly: "If you want to be a great hero, you have to be distracted in the optics hall. Naturally, if you want to be a great hero, you must have great ability. You must at least have a reputation, right?"

"Let's see where you are right now? You still want to be a hero? Throw you out, I'm afraid I won't be able to support myself!"

Just as Zhuge Yuan was about to explain something, a small book the size of a palm slipped out of his cuff. "Okay! Let me catch it now!"

Looking at the master who rolled up his sleeves and walked towards him, Zhuge Yuan was so frightened that he jerked his body violently and woke up immediately.

Looking at the beams above his head, and looking around at the living quarters where there was barely room for one bed, Zhuge Yuan realized that he no longer needed to go to school.

But he was a little bit glad that he had just gotten into his heart, and a strong feeling of missing suddenly came to his heart. He missed his wife and the others.

"Bang bang bang!" There was a knock on the door, "Hurry up! I have to do a lot of work today! Hurry up!"

"Come here! Come!" The people sleeping on the left and right sides of Zhuge Yuan got up one after another, dressed and washed indiscriminately.

"Hey~" Zhuge Yuan sat up with some melancholy, and started his day's work together.

When the sun had just risen, Zhuge Yuan struggled to hold some books and walked outside the house. Once outside, he spread out the old books one by one on the bluestone board, and with the help of the scorching sun above his head, drove them away. Mold and insect eggs.

After drying the book in his hand, Zhuge Yuan stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the water hyacinth on his waist, unscrewed the stopper, and drank gulp.

After he was happy, he looked at the scrolls all over the ground in the courtyard in front of him. These books are new and old, but the content is varied and has everything.

However, they are not allowed to read the content of the book. According to the seniors, they are not qualified to read it.

But Zhuge Yuan doesn't read books, and now his mind is disturbed. He has been in Minglun Hall for a while, and he does some chores every day. This is different from what I thought when I came out of the village.

Recalling the dream just now, Zhuge Yuan's eyes could not help but firm up, "This is not okay, if this continues, when will I be able to do what I promised my master when I left the village?"

Since they don't teach, then find a way to learn by yourself. If there is no other way, then simply leave this Minglun Hall. The sky is high and the sea is wide. I will find a way to go by myself.

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop fishing." A fat boy with a mole on the left corner of his mouth put down the book in his hand and asked.

Zhuge Yuan turned his head to look at the friend he met because he lived with him, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Longke, doesn't it all mean that the people in the wheel hall are very capable?"

"Yeah, that's great. I saw someone flying in the sky when it snowed last year!"

"Then when did they start teaching us?"

"Teach what?"

"Teaching skills, the flying skills you mentioned, or teaching."

Tang Longke couldn't help reaching out to touch Zhuge Yuan's forehead, "Boy, are you not burned out? Why are you talking nonsense? Why are they teaching us?"

"Huh?" Hearing these words, Zhuge Yuan was taken aback. "Why can't we teach? Aren't we also disciples of Minglun Hall?"

"Brother, we are not Minglun Hall's disciples. When did you hear that we are Minglun Hall's disciples? We are Minglun Hall's handymen, handymen!"

"That's right, I know that we are doing odd jobs in Minglun Hall, but shouldn't those doing odd jobs also be disciples of Minglun Hall? Shouldn't they also be taught?"

"Which school have you seen that still teaches odd jobs?"

"My wife's school teaches, isn't it right that teaching should be taught without distinction?"

Tang Longke looked helplessly at the young man in front of him. This guy had a good heart, but he seemed like a savage from the mountains, and he didn't understand anything about the world.

"Boy, they are master scholars. We are servants, and people are divided into three, six, nine, and six grades. We came to Minglun Hall to serve them. Do you understand now?"

Zhuge Yuan held his chin and thought about it seriously, then shook his head, "I don't understand, people are all people, why should they be divided into different classes? Even if there is an extra head, it should be the same Ah."

"Hey, if you don't understand, go ahead, I'm going to continue working."

At this moment, a group of people in fine silk came out of the house with sad faces, and Zhuge Yuan found that the old man who had just met Minglun Hall was talking to them.

As Zhuge Yuan approached, their voices gradually came over.

"Ask Brother Shui, the harvest in the south has been poor recently, and the price of this paper has risen so much, it is unreasonable to charge it at this price."

"Yes, yes, at this price, don't talk about white paper, I'm afraid you can't buy white jute paper."

"Everyone, the rules are the rules. If you don't want to provide paper and don't sell the books, you can naturally find another place in the hall."

"Hey, it's not easy to be a Confucian businessman."

When Zhuge Yuan stood still, these people had already left with a sigh, and the old man also turned around to enter the house.

"Senior!" Zhuge Yuan quickly stepped forward and saluted the old man.

However, as if the other party didn't see it, he silently turned around and prepared to go in.

Zhuge Yuan quickly walked a few steps and stood in front of him, "Senior, may I ask when will this disciple be able to go to the inner school?"

The old man finally spoke, his tone low. "What kind of clothes are you wearing now?"

Zhuge Yuan looked down at the brown clothes on his body, "handyman."

"Since you are a handyman, you should be a handyman honestly. This is the rule."

Zhuge Yuan could not help but take a step forward, "But Brother Yuting said before, I can enter—"

The old man with anger in his eyes interrupted him, "So what if he said it? If I say no, I won't do it! It's because you wait for these people to get involved with the insects! Minglun Hall will become like this now! Luntang disciple? Are you worthy?"

"Go away!" After saying that, the old man stomped his feet, and his emaciated body slammed towards Zhuge Yuan like a huge bell.

Seeing that he was about to hit him, Zhuge Yuan made a tactic with his right hand instantly, his body became a lot faster in an instant, and he avoided the opponent with an afterimage.

The old man stopped, turned around and looked at Zhuge Yuan in surprise. "Who gave you this move?"

"Some little tricks taught by friends in the past." Zhuge Yuan stood still and saluted him again.

"Good, talented."

Hearing this, Zhuge Yuan's eyes were about to light up when the other party's next sentence immediately followed.

"But the rules are the rules! How about being talented? What about tricks? Since you are a handyman now, then do the handyman for me honestly!"