Nightwatcher Chapter 37: Encourage learning

　　 The capital is full of blooming flowers, and there are early stalls everywhere on the street. Xu Qi'an solves food and clothing at the breakfast stalls away from the county’s two streets.

　　The stall owner is a thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man, dressed in a dark apron, smiling humblely at everyone.

　　The craftsmanship is not bad. Xu Qi'an is satisfied with the food. The only drawback is that the people in Dafeng Capital like to eat sweets. Soy milk is nothing but tofu brains are also sugar.

　　 Xu Qi'an didn't plan to make everything in this heresy city, and told the stallholders not to put sugar in, and added soy sauce, lard, green onion, and minced garlic.

　　 In addition, there are four fried dough sticks, six meat buns, two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and three dishes of side dishes.

　　After eating, Xu Qi'an is ready to pay.

　　 "Master, you are being polite. It is my blessing that you can come to me for breakfast." The stall owner looked at Xu Qi'an's service and refused to ask for money.

　　 His eyes swept across the empty disc left by Xu Qi'an, his eyes flashed with distress.

　　"Really not?"

　　 The stall owner swallowed, Xu Qi'an ate four or five people for this breakfast. It was originally a small business for food and drink. He was greedy and barely make ends meet.

　　 But I still dare not ask.....I really dare not ask.

　　 "No need, how can I collect your money." The stall owner knew at a glance that he had been beaten up by the society.

　　 "Well, I'll sit and digest for a while, you can go away, don't disturb me." Xu Qi'an waved away the stall owner.

　　The stall owner left without a word.

　　"The system of the Dafeng Dynasty has been ill for a long time. If the subordinates are not rectified for a day, the lives of the people will not get better." Xu Qi'an looked at the busy figure of the stall owner, and remembered that he was both painful and afraid to ask for money. The look in his eyes is like a beggar.

　　"From ancient times to the present, the most harmful to the common people is always the fly that the big men can't see."

　　He took ten cents out of his pocket, folded it on the table, and left in silence.

　　"Finally left..." The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief, and came over to pick up the dishes.

　　 really bad luck! He thought annoyed.

　　 When 　　 came to the table, the stall owner was stunned. There was a stack of copper plates on the table. The catcher not only paid, but also paid more.

　　The stall owner hurried out a few steps, only to see the looming business suit in the crowd, which had already gone very far.

　　 He opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

　　 After so many years, it was the first time he met a subordinate staff member who gave money for food.

　　......

　　 After Xu Qi'an finished, he went to the back hall to ask for leave from the county magistrate Zhu, and Lao Zhu readily agreed.

　　 hurriedly returned to Xu's mansion and pushed open the door of Erlang's room. The brothers nodded tacitly. Xu Erlang held out a set of moon-white Confucian shirts that he had prepared, covered with light gray moire.

　　 Xu Qi'an glanced at the azure-blue gown on the little brother's body, and suggested: "This one looks good on Erlang, let's change it."

　　 Xu New Year sneered, his expression seemed to say: You are thinking of fart.

　　 For a martial artist in the refined realm, the scholar's Confucian shirt is really not fit, muscles are full, and the figure is strong, which will support the loose Confucian shirt.

　　 And the aesthetics of scholars is: two sleeves fluttering, clothes fluttering.

The 　　 brothers left the Xu mansion, rented two yellow horses for a couple of dollars, and hurriedly left the capital.

　　The destination of their trip is Qingyun Mountain, 60 miles away on the outskirts of Beijing. There is a college in the mountain, the famous Yunlu College in the world!

　　 Qingyun Mountain was not originally called Qingyun Mountain, and the specific name has been forgotten. Since the Yunlu Academy was established here, the sound of reading is endless, and the refreshing breath is filled the sky.

　　 changed its name to "Qingyun Mountain".

　　 The two were driving side by side on the official road. An hour later, Xu Qi'an looked far away and vaguely saw the outline of Qingyun Mountain and the small academy buildings.

　　"Farewell, my brother has always been very curious."

　　 Xu Qi'an slowed down the horse, and after his cousin also reined his horse, the two horses changed from running to trotting.

　　 "Do you say that the saint is the first product?"

　　 He is very curious about the major systems of this world, but unfortunately lacks channels to understand.

　　 Xu New Year proudly raised his chin: "Do you think I would know?"

　　 If you don’t know, you don’t know, why are you so proud... Xu Qi'an rolled his eyes and continued:

　　 "How long has the saint lived, do you know?"

　　Xu New Year nodded: "At the age of 82."

　　 a dignified sage, the founder of Confucianism and Taoism, he wouldn’t be bad even if he didn’t have a first-class product. He only lived 82 years?

　　 Okay, it's a longevity for ordinary people in this era, but the world's military value is unusual.

　　Can't even a saint live forever?

　　 Well, I can’t rush to a conclusion, after all I know too little information...

　　 "Yunlu Academy does not accept outsiders. This is a rule. Even I cannot get the teacher to agree." Xu Xinnian said:

　　 "Big Brother, really sure?"

　　 Xu Qi'an shook his head: "It's all human."

　　 They decided to send their family members to Yunlu Academy before starting the operation, so that even if they were retaliated by the household servants, Yunlu Academy could shelter the family members of Xu Mansion.

The 　　 tax and silver case almost made me fall into a box, and this mess can't go through, right.....Hey, it is not handled well, it is another crisis of destruction... , Leaving Xu Xinnian behind her, she left.

　　 Not convinced by the new year, Xu waved his horse whip to compete with his cousin.

　　......

　　 Qingyun Mountain is neither majestic nor beautiful. If it is not for the refreshing air, it is no different from the ordinary wild mountains.

　　There are courtyards in the mountains, there are attics, squares, and waterfalls...The trails of bluestone slabs are like spider webs, connecting these places together.

　　In an attic on the edge of the cliff, there is no wall on the side of the cliff on the second floor of the private room. Standing on the side of the corridor, you can overlook the vast plain and the outline of the distant mountains.

　　, the great power player Li Mubai who vowed never to play chess, holding a scroll, standing by the corridor, listening to the heated argument between two friends behind him:

　　 "I made a mistake at this step, I want to start again, I don't care."

　　 "No regrets, this is the rule."

　　"The saint said: If you know a mistake, you can correct it, and there is no good way."

　　 "Does saint mean this?"

　　"Is it not?"

　　 "Old thief, do you want to talk to me? That's okay. Only one of us can leave alive today."

　　"The old man didn't grow up on a vegetarian diet."

　　 Li Mubai shook his head, "Two stinky chess baskets."

　　 One of the two behind him is Zhang Shen, the master of war, and the other is an old man with a black robe and a long beard on his chest.

　　Chen Tai, written by Youping, one of the four Confucian scholars in Yunlu Academy

　　The four great Confucian scholars have their own characteristics. Li Mubai is a chess player, and Zhang Shen is proficient in the art of war. Yang Gong, a Ziyang layman who served as the chief envoy of Qingzhou, is good at scholarship.

　　 And this Chen Youping has a talent for ruling the country, and his book "Administration of the Country" is very popular in the Dafeng officialdom.

　　 Li Mubai turned and left the corridor and returned to the elegant room, interrupting the two arguing:

　　"Where is the dean?"

　　 "The eldest princess is here, the dean will be with him." Zhang Shen stared at the chessboard and replied casually.

　　 Li Mubai said "Oh" and nodded.

　　Chen Tai sighed and said: "In three months it will be Chun Wei, but the students in the college are not very interested in studying. I went to the dormitory last night and there were very few readers."

　　"The only few lights that shined on the chessboard were also on the chessboard...." As he said, he stretched his hand across the chessboard and shuffled the chess pieces. He was heartbroken: "Playing with things."

　　"Shameless old thief!" Zhang Shen was furious~IndoMTL.com~If you lose, you will lose your ambition. If you win, you will show off your power. "You are the same as Li Mubai, you can't afford it."

　　 "What do you do with me!" Li Mubai was angry.

　　 Speaking of this topic, the three great scholars fell into silence.

　　Yunlu Academy’s students have a difficult career career. Even if they are selected for the examination, it is difficult for them to remain in the officialdom. They are often sent to the poor and remote areas to become officials, or thrown into a corner of the corner to become moldy.

　　 This greatly affected the imperial examination enthusiasm of the college students.

　　The elegant room was silent for a moment, and Zhang Shen said in a deep voice: "This wind cannot grow. You must raise the enthusiasm of the students in the imperial examination."

　　Chen Tai nodded solemnly: "Even if you work hard, you have to keep going. Yunlu Academy can't stop the officialdom."

　　 Li Mubai pondered and said: "Open a hall to persuade you to learn, let the courtyard come forward."

　　Zhang Shen twisted a chess piece: "The dean persuaded him to learn every year, and if he tried his best to fail again, it would not have much effect."

　　Chen Tai frowned, "We have to change to a novel way to let students study **** their own and pay attention to Chunwei."

　　 "How about writing an article?" he suggested.

　　 "Thanks for your help." Li Mubai shook his head.

　　"Then there are only poems," Zhang Shen took a sip of tea and said: "Since ancient times, poems have moved people's hearts. It is much better to make an ear-splitting poem than to open a school to persuade you to learn."

　　 finished speaking, the three great scholars looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

　　Feng Rulin, poetry has been weak for a long time.

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