Legend of Concubine’s Daughter Minglan Chapter 32: Mr. Zhuang came out, brothers and sisters attend class

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On the first day of class, the three orchids are all dressed up, the one-color fruit green round neck thin forged straight long coat, the chest is embroidered with apricot and yellow flowers, and the plain white cloud silk skirt is underneath, and the chest is decorated with a jade Lock, wearing a shining gold collar around the neck, the top of the ring pattern and fine gold wire pendants are extremely delicate and beautiful.

"This golden collar is so beautiful, it cost the old grandmother, I have to go back and thank her old man." Mo Lan smiled and said to Ming Lan; because the previous day in class, Mrs. Sheng asked everyone to go to the home school earlier. , So please Ann.

"It's pretty, but Zheer, I had a gold collar, which is more than a dozen or two." Rulan said indifferently, and Chang Bai, who was flipping through the book, gave her an unpleasant look.

"A dozen or two? Doesn't it mean that I dropped my neck and never saw you wear it. I think this collar is very heavy." Minglan rubbed her neck and muttered.

"Six sisters, this jade lock is very good, it looks like the seed jade on the Kunlun Mountains in the Western Region." Chang Feng looked at Minglan's jade lock.

Mo Lan actually noticed the jade lock a long time ago. Seeing that her brother was talking, she went over to hold Ming Lan's head and looked closely, only to see that the lock piece was smooth and white with a hint of emerald color, but As soon as the luster turned, the head of the water flowed and turned like yellow jade. The texture of the whole piece of jade was fine and smooth, elegant and refreshing, crystal clear and round, pure and flawless, and praised: "It is really good jade, such a good jade color, I have never seen it."

I was jealous in my heart and thought, this jade is still above my own jade, if I enter the Shou’an Hall, would this jade belong to my own? Thinking of being rejected by the old lady Sheng, I couldn’t help but feel annoyed in secret.

The Rulan over there doesn’t know much about jade. Since entering the school, she has been looking straight at the jade on Mo Lan’s chest, just thinking about Wang’s instructions, she has been patient, and now see everyone is there Talking about Yu, he couldn't help saying: "Sixth Sister, you have to be careful. Fourth Sister looked at your jade, and turned around to find his father and drew tears. Maybe your jade went into Fourth Sister's pocket."

Chang Feng frowned, turned his head and went to read a book, Mo Lan flushed, and said annoyed: "What do you mean by the fifth sister? Is it possible that I just grab something from a sister?"

Rulan received the warning gaze shot by Changbai, remembering the hand-board, and letting out a soft voice, said slowly: "It doesn't mean anything? I just saw the jade lock of the fourth sister, and remembered some silly thoughts. Sister, don’t worry about it."

Ming Lan immediately went to look at the jade lock on Mo Lan’s chest, and saw that it was also a piece of fine white jade. What was especially strange was that the color on top was dark and light ink, with pleasant shades. At first glance, it looked like An ink and wash landscape painting is so mediocre, I can't help being surprised. Mo Lan said angrily: "This piece of jade was originally sent by the Wang family. My father gave it to me when he saw that the jade matched my name. Then my father immediately asked people to find a piece of top hibiscus jade that better matched you. , Why don’t you give up."

Rulan smirked: "Is Yu okay, my sister doesn't know, I only know that it was a gift from my uncle."

Mo Lan smiled pretentiously: "Maybe the fifth sister has forgotten, that is also my uncle!"

Rulan gritted his teeth and stared at Mo Lan, but did not dare to mention any prostitutes. At this time, Changbai coughed heavily and whispered: "Mr. here." Everyone immediately sat down.

Sure enough, there was a sound of footsteps, and Mr. Zhuang walked in from the back hall around the screen.

"Nowadays, most of the students studying in the imperial examination are for the first place in the imperial examination. The so-called "success" is to help the world and want to be an official. This is nothing to say to others; but after the second, the short-sightedness is short and the language is boring, and the official career can last long. If you go up, you have to fall down! The homework is solid, and the poems and books in the abdomen are full, and it will happen naturally."

Mr. Zhuang is very clear about his target students, and he is more aware of the purpose of his students’ study, so he directly talked about the four books and five classics when he first came up, using the surrounding content of the sub-collection of classics and history, and accompanied by many examination questions from the past dynasties, because his students almost All of them participated in the imperial examinations, so he has a lot of success and failure cases in his hands. He will take out articles as examples. If it is good, it will point out the good points, and the ones who fail the exam will point out the shortcomings.

This kind of clear goal and well-organized teaching method immediately made Minglan respect the ancient old master. She always felt that the ancient Confucian students were a bit hypocritical. It was obvious that one or two of them were officials for the imperial examination, and they were all the time. The deputy reading is for the cultivation of morality and Taoism, but Mr. Zhuang made no secret of this: "The ancients want to know the virtues in the world; to rule their country first; to rule their country, to align their family first; to align their family, Cultivate one's body first; those who want to cultivate one's body should correct their heart;...the mind is right and then the body is cultivated, the body is cultivated and then the family is together, the family is together and then the country is governed, and the country is governed by the world; knowledge is not just a few articles or poems, it We must cultivate and cultivate ourselves for a long time, and we must learn solidly!"

Chang Bai and Chang Feng are sitting in the front row. The boy of this age is growing up. Sheng Hong’s genetics are good. Sitting in the last small long building still can’t see it, but both teenagers Standing tall and straight, the three girls in the second row are also delicate and polite, and their actions are quite regular. Although they are still young, two of them have faintly revealed a beautiful figure. Mr. Zhuang looked at the smile, stroking sparsely. His beard nodded again and again, ah, this pair of eyes is good, and his age, this old bone, is some distance from the man in the concept, and there is no need to avoid the female student.

There are a total of six students in the school, one teacher, outside the building, there are several maids who are waiting for tea and firewood. There is an inevitable step in class throughout the ages-reading aloud, you have to shake your head. Kind.

Regardless of whether you are already running backwards or not, you have to shake your neck, bump your head, squint your eyes, stretch your tone, read sentence by sentence, read the feeling, read the charm, and read the infinite mystery Come; Mo Lan feels that the girl does not look good at this action, and always refuses. Rulan feels dizzy after shaking it twice, so she goes on strike. Mr. Zhuang never cares about them anyway.

Only Minglan feels the benefits. This kind of circular motion of the neck can just relax the sore cervical spine because of lowering the head to write and make needlework. After a few shakes, the shoulder and neck are immediately more comfortable. Minglan finally understands the ten ancient scholars. Nian Han Chuang's head down reading did not get cervical spondylitis; so he shook his head and read harder, and attracted Mr. Zhuang to see her twice in the morning.

Mr. Zhuang’s rules are big and he doesn’t allow anyone to come in, so he has to grind the ink and add paper by himself. Everyone else is fine, but Changdong is so young that he can’t hold the small ink ingots firmly, and it just so happens that Sitting behind Minglan.

Ming Lan heard the flustered clashes from behind, and felt that she should draw her sword to help. Taking advantage of Mr. Zhuang’s carelessness, she quickly turned her head and exchanged her own inkstone and the inkstone on the back table neatly. Lightweight and perfect movement, Mr. Zhuang raised his head, Ming Lan was already sitting, hanging his wrists and rubbing the ink, looking serious and focused.

Mr. Zhuang's small eyes flashed and he continued to lecture; Minglan breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, a little boy's voice as thin as a mole came from behind: "...Thank you sister six."

Minglan didn't look back, but just nodded to indicate that she had received it.

Because of this revolutionary friendship, the next day Brother Dong came to Shou’antang to ask for peace, he secretly pulled Minglan’s sleeve by the door, twisted his body and arched his small fist to thank him, and then babbled for a long time. Minglan looked at Changdong, a head shorter than herself, and felt that this height ratio was very satisfying. She patiently said, "What's the matter with the fourth brother? Even though I have agreed with my sister."

After being encouraged, Chang Dong stammered to clarify his meaning. He is neither a prostitute nor a favor. Aunt Xiang is a maid from the Wang family, and the master is illiterate. What's more, she, brother Dong has grown up. He has not been enlightened when he is five years old. Listening to Mr. Zhuang’s class is purely from the heavens. It is difficult and ashamed: "Big brother... used to teach me a few words, and later he wants to prepare for the exam. I can’t bother him... Sixth sister, I..."

He is rare, timid, and difficult to speak.

Minglan said softly, and thought to himself, what is better to stay out of the business and help others? In a blink of an eye, I saw Chang Dong holding up a small face that was shrinking, full of hope and desire, but he was cautiously enduring it for fear of rejection.

Ming Lan suddenly felt compassion, looked inside, and saw that the old lady was talking to Wang. Thinking about the time before school, she led Changdong into the pear blossom cupboard and went to a small birthday ceremony for the Eight Immortals. Looking through the case of carved pear wood strips, I found a book with tracing red and gave it to Chang Dong, and said softly: "This is the old lady who learned the calligraphy for me. This is useless for me, and it's new; you practice it first. You are young, don’t worry, you only need to learn ten words a day to be smart. I will assign you a few words every day when you go to school. You can learn the words while listening to Mr. Zhuang’s lectures. How about ?"

Changdong’s small face was filled with a big smile, and he nodded desperately, and thanked him. Minglan looked at him with gratitude, and remembered how his little nephew was coaxed to go to school by four or five adults. , Suddenly very sad.

On this day, she taught Changdong's five big characters on the spot, demonstrating the beginning and ending of the strokes. Changdong's eyes widened, and she worked hard to write them down one by one, and then wrote in the red-painted notebook during class. After tracing the red, I was still practicing back and forth on rice paper. When the class was over, Ming Lan looked back and found that the five characters were already pretty.

"Brother Dong is really smart. Father will be happy if he knows." Minglan smiled and touched Chang Dong's soft head.

Jangdong's small face flushed with joy.

Ming Lan originally thought that children had no long-term sex. After that, Chang Dong asked An to come half an hour early every day, and came to Ming Lan to learn Chinese characters while he was in An, because Ming Lan is a sleepy lazy pig. Every day I get up when pinching, how many times Dan Ju almost has to pour water on her face before willing to get up, this is really terrible.

"Sixth sister, sorry, sorry, you sleep well, I came early, I'll wait for you outside..." Changdong knew that Minglan was still in bed and stood by the door. She stopped her feet and said in panic, she turned her head and was about to run, was hugged by Danju, and led him to a stand, condemningly looking into the curtain of the bed, Ming Lan, who was unwilling to put the quilt, plus the bed. Mother Cui smiled bitterly, and the little **** the side of the washbasin squinted her eyes. Minglan got a tingling scalp and got up.

A four- or five-year-old little Douding was just when he was sleepy and ignorant, but Xiao Changdong had the perseverance to get up to learn words before dawn. If he was born in a modern only child family, it is estimated that his parents would be happy for generations. He set off firecrackers overnight to burn the fragrance. For this admirable studious spirit, Minglan couldn't bear nor embarrassed to let a little Douding wait, gritting his teeth, and had to get up early every day.

"Remember, the strokes should be from left to right, from top to bottom, when you start the brush, you have to go against the front, when you close the brush, you must lift the air, and you must slowly raise your wrist when you stroke it, so that the front of the brush looks good..." Minglan and Xiao Chang Dong sat side by side in front of the kang table, demonstrating stroke by stroke. Mother Cui came in from the outside, carrying a small black lacquer flower-carved tea tray with two white porcelain-painted multicolored flower pots.

"Thank you, Mama Cui, for giving you trouble. It's all mine. I'm tired of Mama Cui's heart." Chang Dong blushed and took a lid from Mama Cui and thanked me gently. ; Originally at the Wang family, I never dared to go out on weekdays. The only one who spoke all day long was Aunt Xiang, and she couldn’t say a few words a day. After Minglan taught her the words, not only did she learn well, but she also spoke smoothly. Up.

"Amitabha Buddha, my little master, it's up to you to say anything about this, otherwise it will take a lot of grandma to get the girl to get up!" Mama Cui laughed, and sighed Ming Lan. For a moment, Ming Lanzhuang didn't hear her, she just bowed her head and blew the lid in her hand. Mother Cui said to Changdong again, "Four young masters, drink it quickly. This is sweet tea stewed with fresh Luo Han Guo and plum pink sugar. It warms the lungs and the stomach. It’s best to drink in the morning, and it’s also appetizing if you eat early."

Changdong took a sip while holding the lid in both hands. His small mouth was rosy, and his white cheeks were bulging. It was sweet to the heart, and he said shyly: "It's delicious, thank you mom, ... but every day Come, let you spend the money, so I don't need it in the future, I don't need to drink..." The more he said, the softer he said.

Mother Cui smiled and said: "Four young masters are embarrassed about us. What can this tea cost? If you come every day, mother, I will serve you tea every day! I just don’t know, what’s the patience of your sixth sister... …"

Said Ming Lan with a smile, and Ming Lan smiled bitterly in her heart. Which book says that you can sleep late when you travel to ancient times and be a young lady. It's a lie!

Outside the pear blossom cupboard, Dan Ju was packing Minglan's schoolbag bags and a bamboo basket box filled with pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Xiao Tao was a helper by the side and asked in a naive way: "Sister Dan Ju, it’s good for the four young masters to come here, but Our girl is tired too. Look at her and yawn constantly. I would rather let her sleep longer. Why didn't she teach the Fourth Young Master at noon?"

Dan Ju has a delicate eyebrow, and said to Xiaotao with a shut-off gesture, and said softly: "Let’s be less right and wrong! There are many young masters and ladies in this mansion, no one is equal, and it’s harder for an old lady to be a grandmother. A bowl of water is smooth, we girls are blessed to be able to raise in front of the old lady, or by saying that Aunt Wei is gone, just like that, I don’t know how many jealous things are going on! There are so many jealous things! A needle and a bunch of threads, there is no end to the whispers. Fortunately, our girl is a generous heart and never takes these nostalgic matters to heart.

Now if she gets closer to the Fourth Young Master, and sometimes allows the Fourth Young Master to enter and leave Shou'antang, there will be a lot of trouble. But the Fourth Young Master looked pitiful, and the girl didn't care too much. Even the old lady had to pretend not to know. Now, by asking An to teach a few words, it's so good. "

Xiao Tao stayed for a while, her freckled face suddenly became stunned: "...Sister Danju, our girl is so kind, never quarreling with our sisters, but the old lady looks at her poor and likes, and hurts her more. , How come there are so many right and wrong?"

Dan Ju smiled softly and said: "You don't have to worry about it. Most of the things in the inner house are like this, not only in our house. At any rate, there is a master and an old lady in our house. It is peaceful; you It’s from outside dealers who are free and accustomed. I never knew these twists and turns, just get used to it. Don’t be afraid of them. People are good at being deceived. You have to pick up the money you should take, or you lose us. The face is small, but the face of the lost girl is big."

Xiao Tao nodded seriously, lowered her head and continued to do things, and then suddenly said: "By the way, I have to go and tell the four green men. They are not allowed to go out and talk nonsense about the girl teaching the four young masters!"

Dan Ju covered her mouth and smiled, learning Minglan's way, and pretending to say: "Very good, very good, by analogy, the ru child can teach."