The Little First Grand Secretary in My House Chapter 241:

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She turned over once and then again.

"You won't sleep?"

Normally, they wouldn’t rest so early, but they both had a busy day today, so they turned off the lights after getting on the kang. However, there was a moon outside, and it was still vaguely visible inside the house.

Zhaoer half sat up and moved next to Xue Tingyan.

"Gou'er, tell me what you meant when you scolded that old killer just now?"

Zhaoer knows how to scold people, and has scolded people before, but he has never seen such a method of scolding. He just scolded Yang Zhong and became angry, and the Xue family didn't even know how to persuade him. From Zhao'er's point of view, isn't this a collection of curse words that can be used to curse people without uttering curse words?

If she wants to learn this method, it will come in handy.

Xue Tingyan turned over and gave her a backbone.

Zhaoer poked his shoulder with his finger: "What's wrong? Why are you angry again?"

He didn't move, so she moved closer.

The two of them were only separated by one person, and they wore thin clothes when sleeping. Zhao'er came closer, and even though Xue Tingyan was carrying his back, he felt a rush of heat coming towards him, mixed with a faint faint fragrance.

There was a strange softness slightly attached to his shoulder. Xue Tingyan's back stiffened as she heard her say above her head: "Don't take the old killer's words into your heart. I'm not talking about the uncle and aunt's selfishness." It's too much. I made such a fuss. Do you really think that grandpa will regret it if you make such a fuss? Even if the family doesn't say anything, there are still people outside watching, so don't worry, we'll book the school. ”

She was very close to him, and the heat of her words sprayed on the tips of his ears, making him tremble again and again. At the same time, a hot and numb feeling ran from the tips of his ears to his neck, causing waves of unconscious shudders.

His breathing was a little tight and he couldn't help but turn over.

Zhao'er was still talking, but she didn't expect that he would suddenly turn over, and his face would suddenly crash into her arms.

Xue Tingyan's mind went blank for a moment, and she subconsciously fell back. It was obvious that it was about to leave at the first touch, but it clearly felt a suffocating softness, and there was a faint bulge.

When he recalled some scenes in the dream, he felt his nose was hot and something seemed to be flowing out.

"Are you okay?" Zhao'er heard a thud and saw that he was motionless. He thought something was wrong with him being hit, so he hurriedly came up to look at his face.

"Why are you panicking? It's true. Come on, let me rub it for you."

He covered his nose with one hand and pushed her with the other: "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt." He quickly turned over and stammered: "It's getting late, go to sleep."

"You haven't told me what you mean by that!"

"It doesn't mean anything, I just want him to pee and take a picture of himself!"

"Huh?!" Zhao'er was stunned, and after a while he said: "So that's what he meant, then just let him pee and take a picture of yourself, and he said so many more words."

Seeing that he didn't answer me, Zhao'er sat for a while and then lay down.

"Okay, go to sleep now, I won't disturb you anymore."

*

Yang Zhong stayed at Xue's house for one night and left the next day.

Because it was the busy farming period, the Xue family resumed their usual work, and no one mentioned the previous incident. It seemed that nothing happened that night.

Everything is so busy yet full of peace.

On this day, Xue Tingyan and Zhao'er went to town early in the morning.

Different from the past, Xue Tingyan wore new clothes today.

Zhaoer rushed out these clothes overnight because Boss Chen said he would take Xue Tingyan to Qingyuan Academy. This trip is of great significance, so naturally we can’t just take it as casually as before.

The gray-blue cotton robe was made by Zhao'er in imitation of the student shirts in the town. Although the style was simple, it was starched and washed after it was made, making it look extra straight and fit. Although Xue Tingyan is thin, her shoulders are flat and her back is straight. Wearing this student shirt, she has an extraordinarily aura of a jade tree facing the wind.

When they arrived at the place, Boss Chen took Xue Tingyan out, while Zhao'er stayed in Dongliju.

The two of them walked all the way to the east of the town. The farther they went, the more secluded they became. After walking for almost a cup of tea, they saw a building with white walls and black tiles standing at the end of the line of sight.

Seeing Xue Tingyan's eyes lingering on that building, Boss Chen said: "That is Qinghe Academy." After a pause, he raised his hand and pointed to a house not far behind Qinghe Academy: "There This is Qingyuan Academy."

The two of them walked forward and passed by Qinghe Academy. They saw that this academy was really extraordinary. The whole building exudes a majestic temperament. The gate tower stands majestically, and the door plaque reads "Qinghe Academy" in large golden characters. The two doors painted with black oil are tightly closed, and they look like they are shutting out people thousands of miles away. momentum.

"It's still too late for you to regret it now." Boss Chen said.

Following the sound of voices, the two of them crossed the Qinghe Academy and saw the obviously much shabbier courtyard not far away.

The courtyard is rigorous and simple, with white walls and gray-black tiles. Even the door plaque is much smaller than that of Qinghe Academy, with a few simple big characters written on it——

Qingyuan Academy.

Obviously, no matter where you look from, it is not as good as the Qinghe Academy, but standing under the square door plaque and looking at the words on it, Xue Tingyan felt a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

"Now that I'm here, I have no intention of regretting it."

Boss Chen gave him an appreciative look and went up to call the door.

Not long after, an old man opened the door from the inside.

He seemed to know Boss Chen and led the two of them in without asking too much.

This school may not seem big, but in fact, although it is small, it has all the internal organs. It is the same as any other academy. After passing the screen wall, there is a lecture hall on the central axis, with two rooms on the left and right. A temple is built on the left to honor the saint Confucius, and the room on the right is where the teacher sits, rests and collects books.

After the lecture hall, there must be a shooting garden, a dormitory, a kitchen, etc. Xue Tingyan knew the layout without even looking. Because in his dream, he studied in Qinghe Academy for several years, but Qinghe Academy was much more spacious and grand than Qingyuan Academy.

Boss Chen led Xue Tingyan to the studio on the right in a familiar manner. When he arrived at a side room, he straightened his clothes and sleeves and took Xue Tingyan in.

The decoration of this wing room is simple and elegant. There is a large picture hanging on the painting in the middle hall, with the words "Peace and Peace" written on it. In front of the words stood a thin middle-aged man, wearing a dark blue scholar's shirt and a square scarf.

He turned around when he heard the noise, and saw that he had long eyebrows, a thin face, and a few strands of beard. Judging from his appearance, he is a very serious and rigid person, but his eyes are calm and profound, and he is obviously a man of great wisdom.

This person is Lin Miao, the owner of Qingyuan Academy.

"Brother An Qi, I'm here to bother you again." Boss Chen said with a smile and cupped his hands.

"Mo's wise brother."

Lin Miao had a smile on his face, and he obviously had a good relationship with Boss Chen. After the two exchanged pleasantries, Boss Chen pointed at Xue Tingyan and said, "This is the young man I told you about."

Lin Miao looked over.

Obviously Xue Tingyan has a wide range of knowledge. There is no kind of person he has not seen in that dream. Even he has seen several of them, but he still feels a sense of awe for some reason.

"Xue Tingyan, I have met you sir." He clasped his hands together and bowed as a courtesy.

Lin Miao nodded: "Since you're here, just stay. The academy will open in ten days, so just come over then."

"Mr. Xie."

Boss Chen glanced at Lin Miao, as if he had something to say. Seeing this, Xue Tingyan wisely said that he was going out for a walk, and avoided going out.

After Xue Tingyan left, Boss Chen said: "Brother An Qi, don't you believe in my younger brother's vision? I have observed these days that this boy has a calm mind, is a diligent student, and is quite talented in reading. He now only There is a lack of a good teacher. If there is a good teacher to guide you, your future will be limitless."

The reason why Boss Chen said this was because Lin Miao's performance was too mediocre. He originally thought that Lin Miao loved calligraphy, and after seeing Xue Tingyan's calligraphy, and because of his lobbying, he wanted to accept him as a student.

This student is different from the students in the academy and can be regarded as a disciple. As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. A child does not have just one teacher from elementary school until he passes the examination/qualification.

When you are learning, you are called a mentor, that is, a teacher of enlightenment. A master is a teacher who teaches the profession, also known as a Confucian teacher. Those who teach him must pass on his scriptures, and those who pass on his scriptures must educate others. Therefore, a master is extremely important to a student. There are also human teachers and seat teachers, which are not mentioned here.

As for what Boss Chen said about "taking students as students", a teacher is more like a combination of a professional teacher and a human teacher. He should not only impart knowledge but also teach students the principles of life, which is different from treating ordinary students. For students, teachers must carefully cultivate them, which can be regarded as passing on their own mantle.

Of course, students also have to pay, and they must truly be teachers for one day and fathers for life. This kind of relationship, which is not father and son, but more like father and son, is very popular in scholars nowadays. The intertwined relationships among the people in the scholarly forest were based on this and gradually developed into a towering tree.

Lin Miao laughed: "You think very highly of him."

Boss Chen smiled: "If I didn't miss you, you think I would have the leisure to mind your business. Don't forget the October competition. If Qingyuan Academy loses again this year..."

Boss Chen didn’t say the next words, but Lin Miao also understood what he meant.

He sighed softly: "Everything is determined by God. If reality is like this, we can't force it."

Boss Chen shook his head repeatedly and stamped his feet: "Oh, I'm not telling you, your temper is the most troublesome. You talk to others about the way of a gentleman, but others never follow this principle with you. This year Another year of defeat at the hands of that villain, and now no good young people are willing to come here to study. What should we do if things continue like this?"

"Brother Mo, you don't understand."

"Yes, yes, yes, I don't understand. I only know that if this continues, the reputation of Qingyuan Academy will be lost in your hands."

After finishing speaking, both of them were silent.

Lin Miao looked tired, and Boss Chen seemed to know that he had made a mistake. He lowered his tone and said, "I can't do anything to you. Anyway, I brought him here for you. I'm really optimistic about this kid. As for the rest, you can take care of it yourself."

Lin Miao nodded: "Brother Mo, I would like to thank you here in advance, but we will discuss the matter of accepting disciples later. Don't worry, he will soon enter the Qingyuan Academy, and I will teach him with all my heart. ”

Boss Chen also understood where his heart was, but he didn't force it. The two chatted for a while, and then Boss Chen said goodbye.

When Boss Chen came out of the side room, Xue Tingyan had just returned.

He was taken around the school by Saio. It could be seen that the school was a bit old. The paint on many buildings was peeling off, but every flower, plant and tree was intact. Visible elegance.

It looks like a place to study, unlike the Qinghe Academy, where there is a copper smell everywhere.

The two left together. On the way, Xue Tingyan asked Boss Chen about the repair.

After asking about it, I found out that the training at Qingyuan Academy was very cheap. In addition to the six customary rites of apprenticeship, it only cost one or two silver grains a year.

As for the usual etiquette of honoring your husband, it only depends on your family background and intentions. You can give it as a gift or not. In addition, regarding dormitory study, you can choose to study dormitory or not, but you must arrive for morning study every day. As for meals, you can choose to bring your own rice, or you can choose to pay a certain amount of money every month and have it provided by the school. Both are negotiable.

It’s not like Qinghe Academy which requires students to stay in dormitories just to collect the expensive accommodation and meal expenses.

According to Boss Chen, in the past when Qingyuan Academy still had imperial subsidies, the annual one or two grains of silver were not collected, but later the subsidy was lost, and the few gentlemen and handymen in the academy had to support their families. Only then will the silver be collected.

Boss Chen said in a sighing tone, and Xue Tingyan also sighed in her heart.

In his dream, 'Xue Tingyan' had been studying in Qinghe Academy for three years. If he had known about the existence of Qingyuan Academy, Zhao'er would not have been so busy studying for him. At that time, he 'He wouldn't be so desperate if he was abandoned by his family, and he wouldn't waste three years in Qinghe Academy.

Fortunately, reality and dreams finally deviated, and Xue Tingyan felt inexplicably relieved.

It is the time of spring plowing, and everyone is busy plowing the fields at the moment. There are almost no people on the road in the village. Occasionally, someone's mother-in-law was doing work in the yard. She saw a person walking on the road from a distance. She looked at it carefully for a few times before recognizing who this person was.

"Gouzi, where are you going?"

Xue Tingyan looked at the woman who was talking to him, smiled and said: "Auntie, I'll just go for a walk."

It was just a casual remark, and the woman didn’t say anything more to him. She turned around and went into the house to get something. The mother-in-law in the house asked her: “Third daughter-in-law, who were you talking to just now?”

"The dog of the second room of Xue Lianxing's family. Hey, mom, it's strange for you. Just now he walked past the door, and I didn't recognize him for a moment. I always felt like he was a different person."

Her mother-in-law disapproved: "What can he become, and he can't change his skin. I remember that kid was ill recently."

The daughter-in-law said: "I think I am planning to go to the back mountain." There is a mountain behind Yuqing Village. The deceased villagers in the village are buried there, and the ancestral graves of the Xue family are also there.

Hearing this, her mother-in-law sighed: "Don't mention it, it's a pity to even have a second child in the family. The couple is gone, leaving only a baby is pitiful."

This was just gossip between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and while they were talking, Xue Tingyan had already taken Heizi into the back mountain.

*

The back mountain is called the back mountain, the mountain behind Yuqing Village.

This mountain is nameless and not high, but it is extremely deep. Anyway, so far, no villager has been able to walk back and forth from this deep mountain and old forest, and most of them do activities outside the mountain.

The ancestral grave of the Xue family is built on a hill not far from the village. This Xue family is not only the Xue Tingyan family, but all the ancestors of the entire Xue family are buried here.

In the center of such a large mountain is the clan leader's lineage, and spreading out are the various branches. Mr. Xue's lineage is at the foot of the southwest mountain.

The second wife and her husband died young, and Xue Qingsong died in a misfortune, so they were buried on the edge.

When Xue Tingyan arrived at the place, he began to pull out the grass around the grave.

There were not many weeds. They had just been cleaned up during the Chinese New Year. He gathered them randomly and placed them on the ground, then sat down in front of the grave.

On a piece of mountainous land, there are two small tombs. In front of each tomb, there is a small bluestone tablet, with the names of the two married couples crudely written on them.

Zhaoer originally found someone to build this monument himself.

Nowadays, there are three types of people who cannot erect monuments when they die: those who die suddenly, those who die young, and those who have no offspring. Xue Qingsong died a violent death.

Although no one says it, they feel that people who died violently will have resentments after death, which is not conducive to the feng shui of ancestral tombs, so no monuments are erected. I also want him to forget who he is, so as not to cause trouble by being ignorant.

But at the same time, there is also a saying that if you don't erect a monument, you will be a lonely ghost after you die, and you can't stand the incense of future generations.

The Xue family had arranged the funeral for the couple, and they defaulted to following old customs. Xue Tingyan was still young at that time and didn't understand this at all, but Zhao'er did.

She told the Xue family about erecting a monument, but was blocked. The Xue family took turns to persuade her. Later, Zhao'er didn't tell anyone, so he paid someone to make these two simple monuments and erected them in front of the grave.

By the time the Xue family found out, it was already too late. They couldn't tear down the monument in front of the villagers. They could only pretend that it didn't happen. After all, they still felt guilty at that time.

The people in the village were also surprised when they saw this monument, but when they thought about it, they all understood how the second son of the Xue family died.

As a result, Xue Qingshan also gained a good reputation. He would rather ruin the family's feng shui than erect a monument for his brother. He was so kind and righteous that we won't mention it for now.

With various thoughts running through his mind, Xue Tingyan took out a piece of cloth from his arms and slowly wiped the tombstone.

The words above were written by him, and the brushstrokes are obviously immature, but people can still clearly distinguish what is written on it.

……

Today is the death anniversary of Mr. Zheng. Zheng Hu brought his two sons to pay homage at the grave.

Country people are not that particular. They just prepare some steamed buns, wine and meat, etc. The father and son burn the paper money in front of the grave, and forget about it.

Zheng Hu had always had a deep relationship with his father, so he was inevitably in a low mood, so he asked his two sons to go back first while he sat in front of the grave, smoking a cigarette and talking to his father.

After talking for a while, he stood up and planned to go back.

There was still work waiting to be done in the fields. Zheng Hu didn't want to waste time so he planned to take a shortcut. When he was walking near the ancestral grave of Xue Lianxing's family, he suddenly heard someone crying.

There are graves on the two hills nearby. On one side are people named Xue and on the other side are people named Zheng. This kind of irregular day is not the anniversary of the death of an elder in the family like Zheng Hu, but no one would come to such a place.

Especially because there may be many dead people buried here, the trees are dense, and sometimes the sky and daylight are gloomy. Under such circumstances, hearing this strange sound made Zheng Hu so frightened that his hair stood on end and his legs became a little weak.

After all, he had lived for decades. He listened attentively, and it took him a while to understand that it was a boy's voice.