The capital is full of flowers, and breakfast stalls are everywhere on the street. Xu Qi'an is trying to save food and clothing in the breakfast stalls two streets away from the county government.
The stall owner is a thin middle-aged man with dark skin, surrounded by a dark apron, and smiles humbly whenever he sees.
The craftsmanship is pretty good, Xu Qi'an was very satisfied with the food. His only disadvantage is that the people in Dafeng Capital like to eat sweets, just soy milk, and tofu brains also contain sugar.
Xu Qi'an did not intend to compromise in this city where there are heresy, and told the stall owner not to add sugar, and added soy sauce, pork fat, chopped 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 was about to pay the bill.
You are so kind, you are so kind. It is my blessing to come to me for breakfast.The stall owner looked at Xu Qi'an's mess and refused to ask for money.
His eyes swept over the empty disc left by Xu Qi'an, and his eyes were filled with heartache.
Really don't want it?
The stall owner swallowed his saliva and Xu Qi'an ate this breakfast of four or five people.It was originally a small business to make a living, and people who got up early and went to bed late, so they could barely make a living.
But I still dare not ask... I really don't dare to ask.
No, no, how can I charge you money?The stall owner knew at a glance that he had been beaten by society.
Well, I'll sit and digest for a while, you can walk away and don't bother me.Xu Qi'an waved his hand to drive the stall owner away.
The stall owner left timidly.
The system of the Dafeng Dynasty has accumulated a long time of malpractice. If the clerks do not rectify them for a day, the lives of the people will not be improved.Xu Qian looked at the busy figure of the stall owner and remembered his eyes that he felt both painful and did not dare to ask for money just now, but he was like a beggar.
From ancient times to the present, the one who has caused the most harm to the people is always the flies that cannot be seen by the big shots.
He took out ten cents from his pocket, folded them on the table, and left silently.
Finally left... The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief and came over to clean up the dishes.
What a bad luck!He thought in his heart annoyed.
When he arrived at the table, the stall owner was stunned. There was a stack of copper plates stacked on the table. The detective not only paid the money, but also gave more.
The stall owner hurriedly ran a few steps and saw that the confinement suits that were looming in the crowd had already walked far.
He opened his mouth, his throat as if something was stuck.
For the first time in so many years, he met a clerk who paid for dinner.
……
After Xu Qi'an finished his stay, he went to the back hall to ask County Magistrate Zhu for leave, and Lao Zhu agreed readily.
He hurried back to Xu's mansion and pushed open Erlang's door. The two brothers nodded tacitly. Xu Erlang had already prepared a set of moon-white Confucian shirts, covered with light gray cloud patterns.
Xu Qi'an glanced at the robe with sky-blue back cloud patterns on his little brother and suggested: This one on Erlang looks good, let's change it.
Xu Xinnian sneered, and his expression seemed to say again: You are thinking about nothing.
For a martial artist who is in the realm of refining essence, the scholar's Confucian shirt is really not suitable, with full muscles and a high figure, which will support the loose Confucian shirt.
The aesthetics of scholars are: their sleeves flutter and their sleeves flutter.
The two brothers left the Xu Mansion, spent three taels of silver to rent two yellow horses, and left the capital at a speed of lightning.
Their destination for this trip was Qingyun Mountain, 60 miles away from the outskirts of Beijing. There is a academy in the mountains, the world-famous Yunlu Academy!
Qingyun Mountain was not originally called Qingyun Mountain, but I forgot the specific name. Since Yunlu Academy landed here, the sound of reading has been loud and clear, and the air is sweeping over the sky.
So he changed his name to Qingyun Mountain.
The two of them ran side by side on the official road. After an hour, Xu Qi'an looked into the distance and vaguely saw the outline of Qingyun Mountain and the small academy complex.
My brother has always been very curious about how to bid farewell to the old days.
Xu Qi'an slowed down his horse's speed, and after his cousin also pulled the reins, the two horses changed from running to trotting.
Do you think saints are first-class?
He is extremely curious about the major systems of this world, but unfortunately he lacks the channels to understand.
Xu Xinnian raised her chin proudly: Do you think I will know?
If you don’t know, why do you have such a proud expression? Xu Qian rolled his eyes and continued:
How long did the saint live, do you know?
Xu Xinnian nodded: He was 82 years old.
A dignified saint and the pioneer of Confucianism and Taoism would not be bad even if he didn't have a single rank. He only lived to be 82 years old?
Well, it is considered a long life for ordinary people in this era, but the world's martial arts value is unusual.
Can't even a saint live forever?
Well, I can't make a conclusion in a hurry, after all, I know too little information...
Yunlu Academy does not accept outsiders. This is a rule, and even I cannot get the teacher to agree.Xu Xinnian said:
Brother is really sure?
Xu Qi'an shook his head: It's up to people.
They decided to send the female family members at home to Yunlu Academy before launching the action, so that even if they are retaliated by the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Yunlu Academy can protect the female family members of the Xu family.
The tax and silver case almost made me fall into a box. I can't get over this mess, right? Oh, it's not handled well, it's another crisis of extermination... Xu Qi'an grabbed the horse's belly and left Xu Xinnian behind.
Xu Xinnian was dissatisfied and waved the horse whip to compete with her cousin.
……
Qingyun Mountain is neither majestic nor beautiful. If it weren't for the clear air rushing into the sky, it would be no different from ordinary wild mountains.
There are courtyards, attics, squares, and waterfalls in the mountains... The paths paved with bluestone slabs are like spider webs, connecting these places together.
In a loft beside the cliff, there is no wall on the second floor. Standing by the corridor, you can overlook the vast plains and the outline of the distant mountains.
Li Mubai, a great power player who vowed not to play chess again, stood by the corridor holding a scroll, listening to the fierce arguments between the two friends behind him:
I took the wrong step, I want to do it again, I don’t care.
There is no regret for making a move, this is the rule.
The sage said: If you know your mistakes, you will correct them. There is no greater good.
Is this what the saint means?
Isn't it?
Old thief, do you want to discuss the truth with me?That's OK, only one of us can leave alive today.
I didn’t grow up by eating vegetarian food.
Li Mubai shook his head, two stinky chess pieces.
One of the two behind him is Zhang Shen, a master of military strategy, and the other is an old man in a black robe with long beards on his chest.
Chen Tai, whose courtesy name is Youping, is one of the four great scholars of Yunlu Academy.
The four great scholars each have their own characteristics. Li Mubai is a chess, Zhang Shen is proficient in military tactics, and Yang Gong, a lay Buddhist in Ziyang who served as the governor of Qingzhou, was good at academic research.
Chen Youping, who is talented in governing the country, was very popular in the Dafeng officialdom.
Li Mubai turned around and left the corridor, returned to the elegant room, interrupting the two who were arguing:
Where is the dean?
The eldest princess is here, and the dean is accompanying you.Zhang Shen stared at the chessboard and replied casually.
Li Mubai said oh and nodded.
Chen Tai sighed: In three months, the spring exam will be, but the students in the college are not very interested in studying. Last night, I went to the dormitory and there were very few readers.
The only few lights are also illuminating the chessboard... As he said that, he reached out and pulled the chessboard, disrupting the chess pieces, and was heartbroken: I was losing my ambition to play with things.
Shameless old thief!Zhang Shen was furious. If he lost, he would lose his ambition. If he won, he would show off his power. Just like Li Mubai, you can't afford to play.
What does it have to do with me!Li Mubai got angry.
Speaking of this topic, the three great scholars fell silent.
The students of Yunlu Academy have a difficult career. Even if they pass the imperial examination and pass the imperial examination, it is difficult for them to rise to the top in the officialdom. They are often sent to remote areas to become officials, or thrown into a certain corner and become moldy.
This greatly hit the enthusiasm of the college students for the imperial examination.
The elegant room was silent for a moment, and Zhang Shen said in a deep voice: This wind cannot last, and the students must be enthusiastic about the imperial examination.
Chen Tai nodded with a serious expression: Even if you have to hold on, you have to hold on. Yunlu Academy cannot break the road to officialdom.
Li Mubai pondered: Let’s start the school and let the yard come forward.
Zhang Shen twisted a chess piece: The dean advised him to study every year, and his spirit would decline again and again, and it would not have much effect.
Chen Taifu frowned, and he had to change a novel way to let the students study hard spontaneously and pay attention to the spring exam.
How about writing an article?he suggested.
Thankless.Li Mubai shook his head.
Then there is only poetry. Zhang Shen took a sip of tea and said: Since ancient times, poetry is touching. It is much more effective to write a shocking poem than to encourage learning.
After saying that, the three great scholars looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.
The Confucian scholars have been weak for a long time.
The stall owner is a thin middle-aged man with dark skin, surrounded by a dark apron, and smiles humbly whenever he sees.
The craftsmanship is pretty good, Xu Qi'an was very satisfied with the food. His only disadvantage is that the people in Dafeng Capital like to eat sweets, just soy milk, and tofu brains also contain sugar.
Xu Qi'an did not intend to compromise in this city where there are heresy, and told the stall owner not to add sugar, and added soy sauce, pork fat, chopped 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 was about to pay the bill.
You are so kind, you are so kind. It is my blessing to come to me for breakfast.The stall owner looked at Xu Qi'an's mess and refused to ask for money.
His eyes swept over the empty disc left by Xu Qi'an, and his eyes were filled with heartache.
Really don't want it?
The stall owner swallowed his saliva and Xu Qi'an ate this breakfast of four or five people.It was originally a small business to make a living, and people who got up early and went to bed late, so they could barely make a living.
But I still dare not ask... I really don't dare to ask.
No, no, how can I charge you money?The stall owner knew at a glance that he had been beaten by society.
Well, I'll sit and digest for a while, you can walk away and don't bother me.Xu Qi'an waved his hand to drive the stall owner away.
The stall owner left timidly.
The system of the Dafeng Dynasty has accumulated a long time of malpractice. If the clerks do not rectify them for a day, the lives of the people will not be improved.Xu Qian looked at the busy figure of the stall owner and remembered his eyes that he felt both painful and did not dare to ask for money just now, but he was like a beggar.
From ancient times to the present, the one who has caused the most harm to the people is always the flies that cannot be seen by the big shots.
He took out ten cents from his pocket, folded them on the table, and left silently.
Finally left... The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief and came over to clean up the dishes.
What a bad luck!He thought in his heart annoyed.
When he arrived at the table, the stall owner was stunned. There was a stack of copper plates stacked on the table. The detective not only paid the money, but also gave more.
The stall owner hurriedly ran a few steps and saw that the confinement suits that were looming in the crowd had already walked far.
He opened his mouth, his throat as if something was stuck.
For the first time in so many years, he met a clerk who paid for dinner.
……
After Xu Qi'an finished his stay, he went to the back hall to ask County Magistrate Zhu for leave, and Lao Zhu agreed readily.
He hurried back to Xu's mansion and pushed open Erlang's door. The two brothers nodded tacitly. Xu Erlang had already prepared a set of moon-white Confucian shirts, covered with light gray cloud patterns.
Xu Qi'an glanced at the robe with sky-blue back cloud patterns on his little brother and suggested: This one on Erlang looks good, let's change it.
Xu Xinnian sneered, and his expression seemed to say again: You are thinking about nothing.
For a martial artist who is in the realm of refining essence, the scholar's Confucian shirt is really not suitable, with full muscles and a high figure, which will support the loose Confucian shirt.
The aesthetics of scholars are: their sleeves flutter and their sleeves flutter.
The two brothers left the Xu Mansion, spent three taels of silver to rent two yellow horses, and left the capital at a speed of lightning.
Their destination for this trip was Qingyun Mountain, 60 miles away from the outskirts of Beijing. There is a academy in the mountains, the world-famous Yunlu Academy!
Qingyun Mountain was not originally called Qingyun Mountain, but I forgot the specific name. Since Yunlu Academy landed here, the sound of reading has been loud and clear, and the air is sweeping over the sky.
So he changed his name to Qingyun Mountain.
The two of them ran side by side on the official road. After an hour, Xu Qi'an looked into the distance and vaguely saw the outline of Qingyun Mountain and the small academy complex.
My brother has always been very curious about how to bid farewell to the old days.
Xu Qi'an slowed down his horse's speed, and after his cousin also pulled the reins, the two horses changed from running to trotting.
Do you think saints are first-class?
He is extremely curious about the major systems of this world, but unfortunately he lacks the channels to understand.
Xu Xinnian raised her chin proudly: Do you think I will know?
If you don’t know, why do you have such a proud expression? Xu Qian rolled his eyes and continued:
How long did the saint live, do you know?
Xu Xinnian nodded: He was 82 years old.
A dignified saint and the pioneer of Confucianism and Taoism would not be bad even if he didn't have a single rank. He only lived to be 82 years old?
Well, it is considered a long life for ordinary people in this era, but the world's martial arts value is unusual.
Can't even a saint live forever?
Well, I can't make a conclusion in a hurry, after all, I know too little information...
Yunlu Academy does not accept outsiders. This is a rule, and even I cannot get the teacher to agree.Xu Xinnian said:
Brother is really sure?
Xu Qi'an shook his head: It's up to people.
They decided to send the female family members at home to Yunlu Academy before launching the action, so that even if they are retaliated by the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Yunlu Academy can protect the female family members of the Xu family.
The tax and silver case almost made me fall into a box. I can't get over this mess, right? Oh, it's not handled well, it's another crisis of extermination... Xu Qi'an grabbed the horse's belly and left Xu Xinnian behind.
Xu Xinnian was dissatisfied and waved the horse whip to compete with her cousin.
……
Qingyun Mountain is neither majestic nor beautiful. If it weren't for the clear air rushing into the sky, it would be no different from ordinary wild mountains.
There are courtyards, attics, squares, and waterfalls in the mountains... The paths paved with bluestone slabs are like spider webs, connecting these places together.
In a loft beside the cliff, there is no wall on the second floor. Standing by the corridor, you can overlook the vast plains and the outline of the distant mountains.
Li Mubai, a great power player who vowed not to play chess again, stood by the corridor holding a scroll, listening to the fierce arguments between the two friends behind him:
I took the wrong step, I want to do it again, I don’t care.
There is no regret for making a move, this is the rule.
The sage said: If you know your mistakes, you will correct them. There is no greater good.
Is this what the saint means?
Isn't it?
Old thief, do you want to discuss the truth with me?That's OK, only one of us can leave alive today.
I didn’t grow up by eating vegetarian food.
Li Mubai shook his head, two stinky chess pieces.
One of the two behind him is Zhang Shen, a master of military strategy, and the other is an old man in a black robe with long beards on his chest.
Chen Tai, whose courtesy name is Youping, is one of the four great scholars of Yunlu Academy.
The four great scholars each have their own characteristics. Li Mubai is a chess, Zhang Shen is proficient in military tactics, and Yang Gong, a lay Buddhist in Ziyang who served as the governor of Qingzhou, was good at academic research.
Chen Youping, who is talented in governing the country, was very popular in the Dafeng officialdom.
Li Mubai turned around and left the corridor, returned to the elegant room, interrupting the two who were arguing:
Where is the dean?
The eldest princess is here, and the dean is accompanying you.Zhang Shen stared at the chessboard and replied casually.
Li Mubai said oh and nodded.
Chen Tai sighed: In three months, the spring exam will be, but the students in the college are not very interested in studying. Last night, I went to the dormitory and there were very few readers.
The only few lights are also illuminating the chessboard... As he said that, he reached out and pulled the chessboard, disrupting the chess pieces, and was heartbroken: I was losing my ambition to play with things.
Shameless old thief!Zhang Shen was furious. If he lost, he would lose his ambition. If he won, he would show off his power. Just like Li Mubai, you can't afford to play.
What does it have to do with me!Li Mubai got angry.
Speaking of this topic, the three great scholars fell silent.
The students of Yunlu Academy have a difficult career. Even if they pass the imperial examination and pass the imperial examination, it is difficult for them to rise to the top in the officialdom. They are often sent to remote areas to become officials, or thrown into a certain corner and become moldy.
This greatly hit the enthusiasm of the college students for the imperial examination.
The elegant room was silent for a moment, and Zhang Shen said in a deep voice: This wind cannot last, and the students must be enthusiastic about the imperial examination.
Chen Tai nodded with a serious expression: Even if you have to hold on, you have to hold on. Yunlu Academy cannot break the road to officialdom.
Li Mubai pondered: Let’s start the school and let the yard come forward.
Zhang Shen twisted a chess piece: The dean advised him to study every year, and his spirit would decline again and again, and it would not have much effect.
Chen Taifu frowned, and he had to change a novel way to let the students study hard spontaneously and pay attention to the spring exam.
How about writing an article?he suggested.
Thankless.Li Mubai shook his head.
Then there is only poetry. Zhang Shen took a sip of tea and said: Since ancient times, poetry is touching. It is much more effective to write a shocking poem than to encourage learning.
After saying that, the three great scholars looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.
The Confucian scholars have been weak for a long time.
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