Zhang Yue chased him out of the hut, watching his brother's back fade away, and finally disappeared by the stream.
"You can't bear to leave home." The old gentleman said behind Zhang Yue with a smile.
For such a teacher, Zhang Yue actually didn't have much respect in his heart, so he just nodded.
Guo Xuexiu did not feel dissatisfied and said to himself: "Yao, the king of the world, did not cut the grass and cut the rafters."
How could Zhang Yue, who was in his third year of high school, understand what Guo Xuexue was talking about? All I know is that when Yao came to rule the world, he lived in a very simple hut.
Guo Xuexiu called out: "Lame slave!"
Then a manservant, who was dragging his legs up and down, walked into the room and stood there with his head down without answering.
Guo Xuexiu didn't care and said, "Take him to the right room and clean it up. He will live here from now on."
The lame slave stood in front of Zhang Yue. Zhang Yue looked at his face that looked like he hadn't washed it in months, feeling uneasy in his heart.
Just like a beggar from Qi who has two wives? They are all so poor that they have no food to eat. Sir, he also has servants? There are so many strange things in the world.
Zhang Yue followed the lame slave to the hut on the right.
But I saw a young man studying at his desk. When he saw Zhang Yue, he immediately stood up and saluted.
Zhang Yue glanced at the young man, whose appearance was somewhat similar to that of Guo Xuexu. Thinking of the woman's words about Lin'er, he thought that he must be Guo Xuexu's son.
"You are Zhang Yue, right?" Guo Lin greeted Zhang Yue, "From now on, I will study here together."
"All right."
Zhang Yue saw that the hut was very simple, without even decent beds. With two bamboo beds and two fir tables, there was almost no room.
Why don't you pick up the grass and don't cut the rafters?
He was clearly in the situation that Du Fu mentioned in "The Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind".
The mountain wind pulled at the broken window paper mounted on the window lattice, making a slight rustling sound. Zhang Yue was speechless looking at the simple conditions of this hut.
Zhang Yue put his luggage on the bamboo bed, but when he heard a creaking sound, it turned out that the bamboo bed was also lame like the lame slave.
Seeing Zhang Yue's expression, Guo Lin quickly took some utensils and put them on the bamboo mattress.
"Why is this bed not against the wall, nor even flush with the wall? It is crookedly placed in the open space in the middle. Can't it be moved to the side?" Zhang Yue couldn't help but ask.
Guo Lin just laughed awkwardly when he heard this.
After being busy for a while, Guo Lin smiled at Zhang Yue and said, "At first it was definitely not as good as home, but after living here for two days I got used to it. My father teaches me how to read on weekdays. It's good to have a study partner now so that we can learn from each other. You must have good knowledge from the city, I will ask you for advice in the future."
"I don't dare to take it seriously." Zhang Yue said dullly.
In the evening there was thunder, and suddenly there was a heavy rain in the mountains. It rained heavily at first, and the earthy smell from the mountains drifted into the house.
This is really "the bedside house is leaking and there is no place to dry, and the rain is like numb feet." This thatched house is really leaking. Guo Lin moved several earthen basins with unusual dexterity and placed them around Zhang Yue's bed to contain the rainwater.
Seeing the precise positioning of the raindrops, Zhang Yue finally understood why his bamboo bed was crookedly placed in the center. Faced with this scene, he was speechless again.
Guo Lin saw Zhang Yue looking at him in a trance, and reminded him: "Go to the water tank on the thatched cottage later and scoop out water with a gourd and gourd. Don't drink the water in the earthen basin."
Do you think I looked at the earthen basin because I was thirsty? Damn it!
Zhang Yue said feebly: "Thank you very much, senior brother."
He had a preliminary evaluation of Senior Brother Guo. He was very honest and honest, but he must also be very boring.
Soon, Guo Xuexue's wife brought two bowls of hot rice porridge and handed them to Zhang Yue and Guo Lin respectively. Looking at the porridge with clear soup and little water, there is no doubt that this is what Zhang Yue brought today.
"What's for dinner?" Zhang Yue asked casually.
"In the evening?" Guo Lin, who was sipping porridge at the side, raised his head, his face full of surprise.
Zhang Yue covered his face with his hands. It turned out that he only ate two meals a day, and his miserable days of studying had finally arrived.
However, Guo Xuexue didn't hold anything back. Guo Lin ate and lived with him, and also drank this bowl of porridge. As for the lame slave, Zhang Yue watched him squatting under the wall and drinking porridge. At least there was something in his own porridge, while the other's porridge was full of soup.
Zhang Yue still couldn't understand why Guo Xuejun's family still had servants when they were so poor. The meal was not full. Zhang Yue and his wife had lived for such a long time, and this was the first time they had experienced hunger.
The rain in the mountains always comes and goes quickly. Just a moment ago, the sky was filled with dark clouds, but now the clouds have dispersed and the rain has stopped. Zhang Yue felt a little depressed, so he simply left the house and went down the mountain for a walk by the stream.
After the rain, there was a smell of earth. The full moon jumped over the top of the mountain, through the gaps in the pine forest, and sprinkled moonlight on Zhang Yue's head.
The cold stream water lapped against the beach rocks repeatedly. Zhang Yue looked at the bright moon reflected in the center of the stream. At this moment, he had many thoughts. If he walked along the stream, he could return to his home in the county town.
At this moment, Zhang Yue felt homesick, missing his brother and Qiu'er, and the feeling of loneliness came to his heart. The thought of escaping home at night kept lingering in his mind, but in the end Zhang Yue turned around and walked back to the hut.
Guo Lin was still sitting on the fir table reading at night, with an oil lamp lit on the table. As for the "books", they were actually made of bamboo paper produced in Jianyang. Guo Lin usually copied the books from others and wrote them on the paper to read.
Zhang Yue took a look and saw that Guo Lin's calligraphy was very beautiful and there was not a single ink spot on the scroll. He thought that he was worthy of someone who had studied for several years.
Seeing this, Zhang Yue gained a little confidence in Guo Xuexun.
Seeing Zhang Yue walking aside, Guo Lin felt a little shy. Zhang Yue understands the other person's mood. In the past, when he was writing essays, he didn't like others watching while he was not finishing the draft.
Zhang Yue walked aside and raised his head. There were still sporadic raindrops on the roof hitting the earthen basin one after another.
"Yes, can I pee in the basin when I get up at night?"
But Guo Lin was in a panic: "Junior brother, do you know?"
Don't ask me how I know, because I've been there too.
Zhang Yue laughed twice, then lay down on his side. He took out the quilt from the quilt he brought at home and was about to cover himself when he saw a small bag of heavy things fall out of the quilt.
Zhang Yue remained calm and glanced at Guo Lin.
Seeing that Guo Lin was still focused on studying, Zhang Yue turned around and opened the bag, only to see that there was always a lot of money inside.
You don’t need to guess to know that Zhang Shi left it to you!
At this moment, Zhang Yue's eyes were slightly red, and he carefully hid the cloth bag close to his body.
The mountains, the sound of rain, the pine waves, thatched huts, and the solitary lamp all mixed together, creating a different kind of mood, and then he fell asleep unconsciously.
In the middle of the night, Zhang Yue got up angrily and slapped the mosquitoes, and there was blood from the slap! Guo Lin, on the other hand, slept very soundly.
Are these mosquitoes in the mountains a bully? Just bite me!
Zhang Yue held back his anger and went to the earthen basin beside Guo Lin's bed to put water in it. Looking at it under the moonlight, it turned out to be a bit yellow and full of irritation. Zhang Yue went to Guo Lin's bedside and rummaged around again. While searching, he said to himself: "Where is it? Where is it?"
Finally, Zhang Yuezhen found the half-eaten pancake on Guo Lin.
"I just thought you'd be hungry if you didn't eat something after reading until midnight." Zhang Yue said, picked up the pancake and took a bite.
"What a rotten pancake, it's dry and has no taste at all." After Zhang Yue finished eating it three times, the burning feeling in his stomach became better.
The next day Zhang Yue was awakened by the sound of reading aloud.
Zhang Yue put on his clothes and went out to see the sky was just getting bright, and the thatched cottage was already full of children.
Guo Xuequzheng is teaching children to recite sutras orally.
Zhang Yue looked around and saw Guo Xuejun pacing slowly with his hands behind his back, dragging his clogs while closing his eyes and chanting sutras slowly.
The sound of the dragging clogs and the cadence of the scholar's chanting had a unique rhythm. There were only two or three boys under the thatched cottage who followed Guo Xuexue and chanted sutras seriously.
One boy shook his head and imitated Guo's pedantic manner, which made the children nearby burst into laughter.
Guo Xuexiu took one look, but remained calm and continued to chant.
Zhang Yue paused for a moment when he heard the sound of reading. He felt a little funny at first, but then he found it very boring and walked away.
He strolled around and saw a mountain col behind the pine forest. There seemed to be hundreds of families living in the mountain col. Farther away were farmland surrounded by streams.
Pucheng has seven mountains, two rivers and one field. There are few fields but many people. Therefore, no matter how remote the mountains are, as long as the place is a little flat, there are people living there.
"There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are starving to death." That's what it says.
Zhang Yue sat on the big rock with his hands on his head. He looked up at the sky and couldn't help but think to himself. Guo Xuejun didn't look like a teacher at all. He couldn't restrain his students. No wonder all his students were incompetent. As for the parents of these children, they were probably the same as my brother. He also had the same thoughts of coveting the benefits of repair, so he studied under him.
After studying like this for three years, I can only learn a few words. I'm afraid I can't even write a decent article, let alone get out of this mountain. But if you think about it carefully, as an ordinary person, there is nothing wrong with living in such a remote country and living your life. People do not have to be obsessed with getting ahead in this life, just like the leisurely white clouds in the mountains.
But Zhang Yue was a little reluctant after thinking about it carefully.
Zhang Yue got up from the stone and walked down the mountain. There was only a few food shops at the beginning and end of the village. Zhang Yue bought some sweet and delicious flower cakes and carried them back to the hut.
By the time Guo Xuexue arrived, the boys had already dispersed and were helping the family with some farm work. He came to the east room to test Zhang Yue's knowledge.
"First recite the surnames of hundreds of families." Guo Xuexiu said.
This is not difficult for Zhang Yue, who has studied elementary school for three years, to memorize it.
After reciting the entire article, Guo Xuejun corrected several incorrect pronunciations.
Then Guo Xuexue took the Thousand-Character Essay test again.
After Zhang Yue recited it, Guo Xuexuan asked several more about allusions in the book. Zhang Yue could only answer based on the memory of the original owner, some knew it and some didn't.
Guo Xuexuan immediately explained the allusions in the article to Zhang Yue in detail, and then said: "Although you memorize the article proficiently, the meaning is not clear, but the meaning is not clear, in the final analysis, the writing is not clear."
"How about you recite the thousand-character essay silently and copy it as you write it? I'll test you again tomorrow?"
Zhang Yue thought to himself, just copy the book, there is no reason for the teacher to discuss it with the student.
When Guo Xuexiu saw Zhang Yue's promise, he kicked his clogs and left.
Zhang Yue thought to himself, I'm here to study the classics, not to read a thousand-character essay, so I'll just take a nap first.
After saying this, Zhang Yue lay down on the bamboo bed and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already dark. But Guo Lin was already lighting up the lamp and studying hard at the table.
"Junior brother, good evening!"
"Well...senior brother, you can do it yourself!"
It was already dark, and among the three huts, only Guo Lin and Zhang Yue's room was lit with an oil lamp, which was extremely luxurious.
Zhang Yue couldn't help but think of a poem: With age, fame and fortune fade, and he rides a thin horse alone for a long distance. In the isolated village, there are still lights at dawn, and I know that someone is reading at night.
In addition to studying these days, no one would have the luxury of lighting a lamp at night, so the ancients appropriately called the scholarship money tuition money. It’s no wonder why the ancients hated siesta so much. They didn’t study during the day. Do they have to light a lamp to study at night? Isn't this a waste of money?
Zhang Yue thought for a moment that he had not finished his homework today, so he picked up a stack of bamboo paper and put it on the table, sitting across from Guo Lin and copying books under some light.
Guo Lin asked cautiously: "Junior brother, last night... last night, was the pancake on my bedside..."
"Huh?" Zhang Yue raised his eyebrows and continued to copy at his desk.
"Junior brother, it's not that I didn't ask you to eat... I saved up my own money to study in the middle of the night and eat pancakes to make me hungry. I still have some, so tonight we..."
Zhang Yue held a pen in his right hand and took out a large oil paper bag from his arms with his left hand and threw it at Guo Lin's head.
Guo Lin caught it in a hurry: "What is this?"
Zhang Yue smiled: "I ate your pancakes last night, so I'll treat them to you today!"
Guo Lin looked complicated.
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"Then the pot of urine on my bedside last night..."
"no!"
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