The Little First Grand Secretary in My House Chapter 153:

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Seeing that it was really bad, Mrs. Zhao came out of the room and said a few words. Mrs. Sun became even more anxious, knowing that she was really embarrassed in front of the clan leader, but the chicken had wings, but she didn't. Waiting until the chicken lost its strength, Mrs. Sun grabbed it and cursed: "Run, run, run, it's destined to be the food in the pot, where are you going?"

Xue Tingyan stopped looking and looked back.

He knew why his uncle was so generous and offered to let him compete with Xue Juncai, because if there were no accidents, Xue Juncai would definitely win this match.

In that dream, he had suffered such a loss, but it was not with Xue Juncai, but with Zhao'er who had worked hard to get the money and sent him to Qinghe Academy. At that time, he was so stupid that he always blamed his unsuccessful life on the harsh punishment of fate. He felt that it was not that he was not good, but that everyone did not give him a chance.

When he first entered Qinghe Academy, he was very ambitious. He thought that he would definitely surpass Xue Juncai and prove that he was the most outstanding person in the Xue family, but reality slapped him hard in the face. It was only then that he, who had never seen the world, understood his uncle's sinister intentions. He did teach him to read, and he did 'read' a lot of books, but he only read and did not understand the meaning of the scriptures.

I later learned that after school children learn to read and write, reading the Bible is the basis.

First study "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Surnames", "Thousand Character Classic", then "Thousand Family Poems", "Youth Learning Qionglin", "Longwen Whip Shadow", etc. After reading these, you can enter In college, I began to study the Four Books and Five Classics.

At this stage, the teacher does not explain the meaning of the scriptures, that is to say, he just memorizes them by rote and clearly understands the meaning of the words but not the meaning of the scriptures. Because nowadays people tend to think that children are just learning. It doesn’t matter whether they understand it or not, as long as they remember it. After they read it more and for a long time, they will understand its meaning.

This is what is called reading a thousand times, and its meaning will appear by itself.

When you can memorize all these books fluently and learn to interpret the Bible and write essays, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

This time-saving, labor-saving and effective teaching model is popular throughout Dachang, from high-ranking schools to low-level social studies and village studies. This practice is especially popular in rural private schools, because there is only one teacher, but it is necessary to teach several or even dozens of people. It is not realistic for them all to explain the meaning of the scriptures.

But in fact, a wealthy family with some background would never teach their children this way. Because this teaching model blindly emphasizes rote memorization, but ignores the truth of natural principles.

This was the pros and cons that he analyzed later from the position of chief assistant and analyzed the overall situation.

But at that time, he had just entered the library, because his uncle delayed explaining the meaning of the Bible to him, and did not understand that there was any explanation of the Bible. Therefore, when he first entered school, his teacher asked him if he had read it. He replied that he had read it, but his interpretation of the Bible was nonsense. He was scolded by his teacher for being as stupid as a pig, and was ostracized and ridiculed by his classmates.

But now, it seems that the uncle is also aware of his own shortcomings, so he deliberately proposed this competition. In fact, he already has a plan in mind, and he is sure to lose.

What a pity, there was an accident.

*

Because there were guests at home, everyone was busy except Mr. Xue and Xue Qingshan, father and son.

After the main room had eaten, the kitchen started to prepare lunch for others.

During this period, Xue Taoer was also ordered to drink. There was wine and meat on the banquet in the main room, and the men exchanged glasses with each other, showing no sign of their usual agility. Especially Patriarch Xue and Zheng Lizheng, they drank very affectionately, and in the end they both got a little drunk.

"Okay, don't send it off, just walk up and be there." Chief Xue waved his hand.

After everyone was sent out of the courtyard, the table began to be cleared and food was served. Mrs. Zhao originally wanted to take away the leftover meat and vegetables, but was stopped by Mr. Xue, who said that he wanted to add vegetables for everyone. The people in the country are not rich, so it is commonplace to eat leftovers after the distinguished guests leave.

The adults are all fine, Shuanzi and Maodan are eating deliciously.

Zhao'er originally wanted to take the meal back to the house to eat, but was stopped by Xue Tingyan. The two of them just lowered their heads and ate as before, saying nothing.

Xue Juncai glanced at Xue Tingyan with disdain.

He had just dined with Xue Qingshan and naturally ate a lot of the good food on the table. Now seeing that Xue Tingyan could only eat some leftovers, he was naturally full of ridicule.

He kept in mind what his father told him before. There was no way Xue Gouzi could beat him.

Thinking in his heart, he withdrew his gaze and said to Mr. Xue on the bed: "Master, I went back to the room to read."

Mr.

"Dog, eat more, big brother will be waiting for you to beat me in five days." Xue Juncai suddenly said this when passing by Xue Tingyan.

Zhao'er stood up immediately and stared at him: "Can you speak? After so many years of reading, you have read into a dog's belly."

Xue Juncai didn't expect that Zhao'er would be so disrespectful to him. Sven's face turned red, but for some reason he glanced at Zhao'er and held back.

Mr. Xue shouted: "Juncai, go back to the house!"

Ms. Zhou also hurriedly stood up to persuade Zhao'er that this matter should be settled.

After dinner, the two returned to the second room. Zhao'er was still angry: "Don't be angry, Gou'er. When I make money, I will take you to separate the family and go there, so you won't be with them anymore. ”

Xue Tingyan felt a little moved, but at the same time a little helpless: "You called me a dog again."

Zhao'er groaned, then said with a smile: "I forgot, I won't do this again."

Of course it was impossible for him to be angry with her. Afterwards, Zhao'er took the two clothes he had changed into yesterday and went out to wash them, while Xue Tingyan turned out the book "Kindergarten Learning Qionglin" again.

Looking at the book in his hand, which was copied on the poorest bamboo paper and the footers were rubbed, Xue Tingyan felt a little worried. He actually didn't want to read, but Zhao'er couldn't help it and thought he should read more now. Only by reading more could he be more confident in defeating Xue Juncai.

As everyone knows, this book is different from other books. Just reading this book is of no use, but he will not tell her about this.

He dug out the bamboo paper that Zhao'er bought for him from the kang cabinet. This poorest quality bamboo paper costs forty cents per knives. Such 'expensive' paper actually makes it difficult to even practice calligraphy. Even so, he treasured it very much and was reluctant to use it at all. If he could write on the sand, he would write on the sand. If he couldn't use the sand, he would dip it in water and write on the desk.

Xue Tingyan touched the stack of yellowed bamboo paper and sighed in her heart.

The paper that ‘Xue Tingyan’ usually uses is the finest pure paper, so he feels a little disgusted with the things that are usually precious.

He spread the paper out on the kang table, stacking several sheets in a pile, and then cut them into book-sized pieces with a bamboo knife. In order to leave a seam, he left some extra space and cut out a thick stack. Then he took out the inkstone with a corner missing and the ink ingot that had only been used up to a small length.

These are treasures that he would usually be reluctant to use, but today Xue Tingyan didn't feel this way at all. He added water to the inkstone and then took the ink stick to grind the ink. While grinding, he didn't know what he was thinking about.

After polishing the ink, he put the already bald pen in a bowl of water to wet it and clean it. Then I dipped enough ink before picking up the pen and writing something on the paper.

After writing a few words, he suddenly put down the pen, picked up the paper and looked at it, and suddenly it was crumpled.

Obviously his handwriting is quite neat. Although he usually saves paper and ink, he has practiced hard for many years, so his handwriting is pretty good, but for some reason he just doesn't like it.

He slowly closed his eyes, concentrated for a while, and then opened them again after a while. There was no one in the room at this time. If anyone had been, they would have seen a glimmer of light flashing in Xue Tingyan's eyes. At the same time, he grasped the pen quickly and steadily, and as if with divine help, he wrote rows and rows of small characters on the paper in a short time.

These small characters were suddenly in Yan style, now in Guange style, and now in Thin Gold style. At first they were all tangible and boneless, but as they were written they changed in flavor.

The face is square and lush, the writing is strong, straight, open and powerful. The pavilion's physical strength and grace are as if they were carved out of wood. And the thin gold body, gold hooks and iron paintings are full of pride, and the strokes are as sharp as cutting gold and jade.

These three characters represent the life of 'Xue Tingyan', from the Yan style that he learned when he first entered school, to the Guange style that he painstakingly studied for the imperial examination, to the thin gold style that later became a first-rank official.

He just wrote like this, completely forgetting himself. During this period, Zhao'er came in, but he didn't dare to disturb him and quietly sat down on the edge of the Kang.

I don’t know how long he had been writing, but he suddenly took a long breath and put down the pen.

He wrote on two whole sheets of paper.

At this time, Xue Tingyan had to admit that the magic of heaven was just a dream, and he actually possessed some of the things he had in the dream.

Since this dream appeared, Xue Tingyan has been thinking about why he had such a dream. Now he understands, maybe he just wants him to make up for all the imperfections in the dream.

With everything he had in his dream, he suddenly became ambitious, and a surge of heroic spirit lingered in his heart.

"You are tired from writing, drink some water."

Zhao'er brought the water, and Xue Tingyan took it and drank it in one gulp. It was extremely sweet.

He then lowered his head to look at what he had written. He actually spent two large pieces of bamboo paper. Probably because Zhao'er was by his side, he suddenly remembered that she usually scrimped on food and clothing to buy him paper. He felt a little distressed and felt guilty. He glanced at her and whispered: "She actually wrote so much."

How could Zhao'er not understand what he was thinking? He smiled and said: "No more, no more, just two sheets. Paper is for use. Didn't I tell you earlier not to save paper? , we’ll just buy it when we’re done.”

"I want to copy this book, so I will try my handwriting first to avoid wasting the paper."

"What book do you want to copy? Can you copy books? Don't you have to buy them?" Zhao'er was puzzled.

Xue Tingyan sighed in her heart. She really felt that she was really stupid in the past. She would rather borrow her uncle's books every time or memorize them by rote, but she never thought of copying the books.

Nowadays, the books sold in bookstores are rarely printed and are expensive, so a book copying industry has arisen. In this way, not only some poor scholars can get some money, but also those who want to buy books but are short of money can get some benefits.

Of course, this copying is not something that can be done casually. It requires excellent handwriting.

Xue Tingyan boasts that his calligraphy is not bad. Back then, many people asked for his calligraphy. Now that he needs books, why can't he copy them himself.

The most important thing is——

He glanced at Zhao'er.

==Chapter 9==

Zhao'er took the towel, returned to the edge of the kang, took off the towel on his head and wiped his hair.

Her hair was black and thick, reaching her waist. She pushed her long hair to the side of her neck, then sat on the edge of the kang with her head tilted slightly, letting her long hair hang down, and combed it with a comb. With.

The girl is wearing a lilac-colored floral jacket and purple wide-leg pants. She had to straighten her back and tilt her neck to prevent the water from her wet hair from getting her clothes wet. These were all subconscious actions, but in Xue Tingyan's eyes, they made his heart beat faster for no reason, and he felt a sense of tension in his blood.

Nothing else, it’s because of this posture that the girl’s figure is revealed to the fullest. With high **** and perky hips, and a slender waist, Xue Tingyan had never seen such a scene before. An extremely unfamiliar feeling of heat rose up in her body.

But at the same time, it was not unfamiliar. A picture appeared in his mind. It was the wedding night between the two of them.

In the dream, he didn't like her at that time, but he felt that marrying her was natural.

It was a deep-rooted thought that she should be his wife.

It's just that the deepest hidden emotions were concealed by his awkwardness and ignorance. Especially when he later went to school to study and let his classmates know that he had a child bride in the countryside, he attracted a lot of ridicule.

But in fact, he liked her deep down, so she was tortured by him on the wedding night.

Originally, he was ignorant, and she was new to the world, so he hurt her too. But he still thought about it when it hurt, and she cried until tears and runny nose ran down her face. That was the first time she showed weakness in front of him, and he fell in love with this way of bullying her from then on.

At that time, he was studying in the school dormitory and could only come back every ten days. Every time he came back, she was so scared that she hid. But she had to rely on him and let him do whatever he wanted. He obviously liked it, but pretended not to like it.

Thinking about it now, he was really a **** at that time.

Thinking about the mess in his mind, he suddenly said: "I'll wipe it for you."

Zhaoer glanced sideways at him in surprise, and subconsciously refused: "It still doesn't work, I will do it myself." After these days of correction, she has gradually learned not to call herself sister.

Before she finished speaking, Xue Tingyan had already snatched the cloth and pulled her to turn her back. Zhao'er could only freeze there and let him wipe it.

Seriously speaking, Xue Tingyan is still half a head taller now, so he can only sit up on his knees to wipe her hair. The two of them were so close that Zhao'er didn't notice at all, but Xue Tingyan felt that his blood was surging fiercely.

Zhao'er's hair is very dark, thick, and smooth, like a piece of fine satin. He was clumsy, and he pulled her painfully several times at first. It wasn't until he heard her inhaling unconsciously that he slowed down and became gentler.

It felt a little difficult for him to reach, and Zhao'er felt a little distressed. He kept stretching his arms: "What if I don't lie down here?"

As she said that, she went to give it a try. Sure enough, it was more convenient for him to lie on the kang, and neither of them was tired. What she didn't know was that her posture was even more sultry when viewed from behind, especially for a young man who was full of energy.

Xue Tingyan immediately regretted agreeing to this matter. It felt like a kind of torture. He needed to work hard to steady himself so as not to look randomly.

"If not, why don't you sit up?" he asked.

But she didn't get an answer.

When I went to look, I found that she was asleep.

The girl seemed very tired and slept soundly. She was lying on the long quilt, her thick long hair spread behind her and reaching her waist. Because the quilt was covering her face, her face was slightly deformed, but her pink lips were pouty.

Zhao'er, who had just taken a shower, still had moisture on his face. His plump and delicate cheeks looked young and tender at first glance, and his pink lips had a kind of watery shine that was attractive.

There was something clamoring in his heart, and he leaned forward unconsciously. Their cheeks were getting closer and closer, so close that he could see and smell the sweet fragrance.

Suddenly, she moved, and he quickly stepped away, pretending to be nonchalant, muttering why he fell asleep, but in fact, he was nervously watching her reaction.

Fortunately, she moved a little and showed no sign of waking up, so he felt relieved.

But the impulse in his heart was gone. He looked at her several times, reached for the thin quilt and covered her with it, and continued to wipe her wet hair with a cloth.

*

Yuqing Village was originally a village built by a group of victims who fled the war in the previous dynasty and took root here.

At first it was not called Yuqing Village, but Zhengjiazhuang. Everyone in the village had the surname Zheng, but the number of people in the village was not large, only about ten households. Many years later, there was a famine one year, and the government arranged for a group of people who had fled the disaster to stay here. These people were the ancestors of the Xue family.

There are not many people with the surname Zheng, and there are also many people with the surname Xue. At first, the people with the surname Zheng took the lead. As time went by, the people of the two surnames began to fight against each other.

The Dachang Dynasty implemented the Li Lao system, where one hundred households were divided into one li, and a chief Jia was set up, which was commonly known as Li Zheng. He also appointed several elderly people, who are commonly known as village elders.

Within the jurisdiction of Yuqing Village, everything in the village, such as settling civil lawsuits, arbitrating rights and wrongs, guiding folk customs, advising on farming and mulberry farming, communicating with superiors and subordinates, etc., and even collecting taxes and military service and corvee, are all under the jurisdiction of Yuqing Village. It was co-hosted by local Li Zheng and village elders.

Li Lao's power can be said to be quite great, and those who can become Li Lao are all highly respected local people.

In fact, this system is equivalent to people in one place managing the people in one place.

There is a saying nowadays that the imperial power does not extend to counties, but only to clans, and clans are autonomous. Autonomy depends on ethics, and ethics creates gentry. This is how it is.

Over the years, the two surnames Xue and Zheng seem to be harmonious on the surface, but they have been constantly competing for the right to speak in the village. Although it was because of the emergence of a scholar among the people named Xue that the Xue clan reversed its earlier decline and several village elders appeared in succession, the position of Li Zheng has always been in the hands of people named Zheng.

Nowadays, there is one Lizheng and four village elders in Yuqing Village. Three of these four village elders are named Xue, which means two to three. However, because of Zheng Lizheng's presence, it is still not an advantage.

Clan Chief Xue was confident that if there was another scholar in the clan, he would be able to completely overwhelm the Zheng family, so when he heard about the rumors that had been spreading in the village these past two days, he immediately exploded.

Mr. Xue was called to Chief Xue’s house while he was still in the fields.

Looking at Patriarch Xue’s face as dark as the bottom of a pot, Mr. Xue was still puzzled by Monk Zhang Er: “Brother Haizi, what’s going on?” In terms of seniority, Patriarch Xue was Mr. Xue’s cousin.

"What's wrong with you asking me? Don't you know what's going on outside recently?"

Mr. Xue really doesn’t know.

Seeing this, Patriarch Xue told the story roughly with a dark face.

It turns out that I don’t know since when, things about the Xue family began to spread outside.

The source is that someone saw Xue Gouzi, the only son of the second wife of the Xue family, crying in front of Xue Laoer's grave.

The specific content of the cry cannot be tested. It may be possible for a half-year-old boy to express his grievances in this way, which is enough to prove that the child must have been wronged at home. Later, someone who knew the inside story revealed the truth, and everyone found out that the Xue family boss planned to send his son to study in the town, but only his nephew was left behind.

Not many people in the village knew how the second son of the Xue family died. When Xue Qingsong was about to die, many people in the village were there, so they naturally saw him holding Xue Qingshan's hand and making him promise to treat his son well.

When I came back from the Xue family, many people talked about it in private, saying that the second oldest child in the Xue family was really miserable, leaving behind a sick wife and a young son. No wonder the boss of the Xue family didn't agree to him, so he couldn't sleep. .

Now that such rumors have spread, the scene before Xue Laoer's death has been retold in various ways. Some elderly people are shaking their heads and sighing, saying that people's hearts are unpredictable, and no one can entrust their wife and children to them. If it doesn't work, it's better to keep it to yourself. You treat people as your elder brothers and risk your life, but they don't treat your son as your own son.

Xue Tingyan's situation in the Xue family in recent years has also made some women talk about it.

For example, although the dog in the second room rarely appears in front of others, he is always dressed in old clothes, while the handsome man in the first room has never been seen wearing old clothes. Even some things in the private school were told to adults by ignorant children. Xue Juncai had no shortage of pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and he had the most books in the school. As for Xue Gouzi, he was seen writing on the desk with water on several occasions.

Partiality, everyone is partial, and no one can say anything about favoring his own son, but Boss Xue also carried the life of his own brother on his back. This kind of partiality is a bit chilling.

"You are already a lot of years old, and you can't teach the younger people in your family well? You are right to favor the elders, but why did you bring this matter to the public? What do you think we should do now? Let’s go!”

Mr.

It doesn't matter if you finish your own reputation, you can't finish the boss's reputation. If he were to be known as the only son of a mean and dead brother, the boss would be ruined for the rest of his life. Not to mention taking the exam to become a scholar, you might not be able to get into a private school.

"Brother Haizi..." He looked at Patriarch Xue pleadingly, without any rules in mind.

"Now only by sending away both children will people have nothing to choose from."

Mr. I can’t afford it.”

Hearing this, Chief Xue also frowned.

When Xue Qingshan went to Qinghe Academy to study, he knew the inside story very well. That place is very money-hungry, and the key is not to have any objections, because there are many people willing to pay to go in. The annual expenses are at least twenty taels, and Xue Qingshan has been away for five years.

Originally, Patriarch Xue planned to join in if there was not enough, but now he has stopped talking. That's it for Xue Qingshan. Xue Juncai is still young and doesn't know what the future will be like. The key is that his two grandsons are also studying, and no one's family is well off.

"If you don't even look at it, can you do it?" Mr. Xue muttered.

Clan Chief Xue sneered: "That's not what outsiders say, your family is the son of a mean and deceased father. If you don't want the eldest son to get a bad reputation and implicate Juncai, you can either give away two, or give one to the boy from the second room. ”

*

When Mr. Xue came out of Patriarch Xue's house, he was completely confused.

He shook his hands and touched his waist a few times before taking off the tobacco bag. Without leaving, he squatted under a tree by the roadside and lit up the cigarette. He smoked the whole pot of cigarette without stopping before he stood up.

He walked slowly towards home, and people greeted him from time to time along the way.

In normal times, Mr. Xue would only feel proud of his face. Who would be willing to say hello to you if you weren't that person? But now he always has the feeling that others are smiling at him, but in fact they are laughing at him in his heart. illusion.

He forced himself to walk all the way back, when another person walked towards him, and he was an acquaintance. The other person smiled and told him that he had come back from the fields so early. He couldn't bear it anymore and pulled the person to the side to talk.

"Old man Zhou, tell me honestly, why are the villagers talking about our family behind our backs now?"

This week the old man is also an old man with dark red skin, but he is a head shorter than Mr. Xue and his back is a little rickety. Hearing this, he glanced at Mr. Xue subconsciously, and then sighed for a long time: "I thought you knew, but it turns out you don't."

"What do I know? How could I know!" The first sentence almost came out from between the teeth, but the second sentence was full of a wry smile.

Having lived for most of his life, Old Man Zhou naturally understands how the old man feels at this time. But he didn't know what to say. He could only say something serious and sincere: "Don't be too upset. These people in the village are just idle and like to talk about right and wrong. But don't blame me for talking too much. You I'm doing this well..." He sucked between his teeth, as if he was smacking his lips, but it wasn't: "It's indeed a bit inappropriate."