After Zhang Shaofei said goodbye to Huiming, he returned to the hut of Shimen Tea Farm in Yunwu Mountain and saw Wang Shaoxiang playing happily with the two horses. From this, the past events of his childhood acquaintance with Lu Huilan appeared before his eyes:
In the golden autumn of October, after the rice harvest in the fields was completed, her mother-in-law, Wang Shaoxiang, was busy weaving at home every day.
It was almost nine o'clock in the morning. When Wang Shaoxiang saw Zhang Shaofei in front of the house after reciting the lessons his father had taught him, he said to Zhang Shaofei outside the door: "Fei'er, it's getting late. Go to the fields to pick some." Come back after ordering food."
"Okay, grandma." Zhang Shaofei packed up his books and went to pick vegetables. "
Unexpectedly, Zhang Shaofei walked to the edge of the village and was attracted by the yellow rapeseed flowers blooming on both sides of the river. For a moment, he forgot to pick vegetables in the fields.
Zhang Shaofei walked along the rapeseed flowers on both sides of the river, and unknowingly came to Houliang Village in another village, where he saw several village girls washing clothes by the river. A little girl was helping to dry the clothes while humming folk songs softly.
Zhang Shaofei walked to the river bank and washed his face with a handful of water.
The little singing girl hummed a tune and hung her clothes to dry on the river beach lawn.
The little girl was walking barefoot on the lawn... Suddenly, she heard a scream and fell to the ground.
A venomous snake disappears into the grass.
Two deep, black tooth marks were left on the little girl's ankle.
Another village girl who was washing clothes by the river ran towards her in a hurry.
Zhang Shaofei, who was washing his face by the river, hesitated for a moment and waded over to this side of the river.
The village girl arrived first and asked the little girl who fell on the ground: "Amei, what's wrong with you?"
The little girl who fell on the ground was called Lu Huilan. She was close to a coma and could not speak. She just pointed in the direction of her feet.
The village girl was Lu Huilan's fourth sister, Lu Huixiang. She looked at her younger sister's ankle and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Alan was bitten by a poisonous snake!"
At this time, Zhang Shaofei also arrived. After introducing himself, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, tied it tightly around Lu Huilan's ankles, and said to Lu Huixiang: "Quickly, pick her up and carry her to the doctor."
A village girl in green clothes said: "There is no doctor in my village."
Zhang Shaofei said: "You can also do a local doctor. Where can I find a local doctor who can treat snake bites?"
The village girl pointed to a large mountain in the distance and said, "Across that mountain, there is an old man who collects medicine. I heard that it is very effective in treating snakebites."
Another village girl said: "I'm afraid it's too late. It's bitten by a seven-step snake. In less than half an hour, the poisonous gas will spread throughout the body. If the poisonous gas attacks the heart, then..."
When Lu Huixiang heard this, she hugged Lu Huilan and started crying again: "Then, isn't my sister hopeless?"
Lu Huixiang hugged Lu Huilan and cried.
Lu Huilan's foot bitten by a poisonous snake has swollen, and the greenish poisonous color is spreading from the wound to the surrounding areas.
Zhang Shaofei turned around, ran to the thorn bushes by the river, broke off a sharp thorn thorn, made a cross on her wound, lay down without hesitation, and took the drug with his mouth...
One bite, two bites, three bites... Lu Huilan's feet slowly turned from purple to white, but Zhang Shaofei was infected by the snake venom, his mouth and tongue were swollen, and his face was dark.
Zhang Shaofei found that the blood sucked out was already bright red, and Lu Huilan also started to make sounds.
Zhang Shaofei was about to smile at the anxious Lu Huixiang to show that the poisoned Lu Huilan was fine. However, before he could laugh, he fell to the ground and fainted...
Several village girls present shouted anxiously: "Zhang Shaofei, Zhang Shaofei, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"
No matter how they shouted or shook, Zhang Shaofei showed no reaction, as if he had died...
Several young people from Houliang Village came over after hearing the news. One of them, a nimble young man, went to hire a doctor outside the village, and the others took turns carrying Zhang Shaofei back to Lu Huixiang's house.
The doctor who arrived in time took Zhang Shaofei's pulse and said it didn't matter. After all, it was indirect poisoning and he would be fine after taking the medicine.
However, a long time passed, and Zhang Shaofei was still unconscious, as unconscious as a dead person.
Lu Huilan had recovered. She sat beside Zhang Shaofei's bed, weeping and wiping his black and purple swollen lips.
Lu Huilan's father, Lu Xueru, was originally a quite elegant gentleman, but now he was pacing back and forth restlessly.
He said to himself: "What should I do? It's been a long time, and I've taken so many medicines, but it doesn't work?"
Lu Huilan burst into tears.
Lu Xueru said: "He is our family's great benefactor. If he died to save our Huilan, how could he be worthy of others..."
Lu Huilan cried loudly "Wow". She ran to the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva hanging in the hall, and saw her mother-in-law kneeling in front of the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, kowtowing and praying loudly.
Lu Huilan also followed her mother, kneeling in front of the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, clasping her hands, kowtowing, and praying devoutly...
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Lu Huilan's father, Lu Xueruben, was an old scholar who taught in a private school in Houliang Village.
Once, Xiao Shaofei was reading at home. When he was tired, he strolled to the bank of Luxi River to read under the shade of the embankment trees.
After Xiao Shaofei finished reading the book, he looked at Lu Xihe and was in a daze thinking about the content in the book...
The sun slowly rose into the sky, and Xiao Shaofei watched the cotton-like white clouds swinging under his feet. Xiao Shaofei looked up at the sky and thought: It's getting late, it's time to go back.
When Xiao Shaofei stood up and was about to walk home, a red eagle flew from the sky and landed six meters above his head, hovering and screaming, From time to time, he nodded to Xiao Shaofei.
At first, Xiao Shaofei didn't pay much attention. He nodded to the flying eagle overhead and went home.
But the flying eagle followed Xiao Shaofei, and kept chirping "Zhi Zhi" above his head, as if asking Xiao Shaofei to follow it to another place.
Faced with this situation, Xiao Shaofei understood the bird's language fluently, smiled and waved to the flying eagle, saying: "Lovely flying eagle, please lead the way."
The flying eagle also seemed to understand what Xiao Shaofei meant. It landed on his shoulder, flapped its wings and nodded, then spread its wings and flew low to lead the way.
Xiao Shaofei followed the flying eagle to a small hillside. When he reached the top of the hill, the mountain wind blew, and there seemed to be a loud sound.
Xiao Shaofei raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and saw green trees on the mountain, birds singing happily, and a gray tile roof exposed in the forest.
Where is that place? Curiosity drove Xiao Shaofei to go along the trail.
Xiao Shaofei was destined to have a fate with the private school of Lu Huilan's father, Lu Xueru. As soon as he got there, he embarked on a path that was closely related to Confucianism.
Passing through the woods, a room that looks like a school but is not a school suddenly comes into view: the blue-gray walls are mottled by wind and rain, and a layer of dark green moss appears at the foot of the wall.
As soon as he approached the wall, he heard the sound of reading loudly coming from inside... He couldn't help but stopped and stood outside the wall to listen.
Seeing that its mission was completed, the flying eagle nodded to Xiao Shaofei, called "Zhi Zhi" a few times, and then fluttered its wings and flew high.
At this time, Lu Xueru was teaching his students to encourage them to learn.
The gentleman said: You can't stop learning.
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Xiao Shaofei was particularly pleased if he didn't listen, but after hearing it, he became addicted.
Lu Xueru is a "Confucian" teacher who teaches that all things are inferior, but only reading is good. The book has its own golden house, and its own beauty is like jade. Recently, he teaches his students the Book of Songs...
Lu Xueru is an old scholar from Qiu County. He knows astronomy and geography, and is both civil and military. He is willing to teach any talented children in the village or neighboring villages who are sent to study by their parents.
Lu Xueru was not only highly virtuous and highly respected, but also well aware of the warmth and coldness of the world and the harsh conditions of the world.
Ever since Xiao Shaofei became addicted to eavesdropping outside the wall, he would come here every day consciously or unconsciously, standing on the outer wall of the private school and eavesdropping.
In fact, someone was eavesdropping outside, and Lu Xueru had already noticed it, but he didn't know that the eavesdropper was his benefactor Xiao Shaofei of the Zhang family, but he couldn't bear to break the rule that he couldn't pay the "apprenticeship fee or invitation to apprenticeship wine".
On this day, like every other day, Xiao Shaofei came outside the private pad to eavesdrop on Lu Xueru's class.
Listen, listen, suddenly the sky becomes dark and the earth becomes dark, the wind blows violently, and then there are lightning and thunder, and a storm is coming.
Lu Xueru felt compassion and asked his student Li Wenguang to call in the children who were eavesdropping outside the wall.
After Xiao Shaofei entered the school, as soon as they met, Lu Xueru discovered that the person standing outside the private pad and eavesdropping in recent days was actually his benefactor Xiao Shaofei of the Zhang family, and he couldn't help but feel "good" in his heart...
As a result, Xiao Shaofei gave full play to his ability of never forgetting what he saw and what he heard, imitating Lu Xueru's demeanor, suppressing, elevating, pausing and setting back, from beginning to end, he wrote "" I recited the poem "Poetry for Encouraging Young Children to Learn":
The emperor values virtuous people
The article teaches you Cao
Everything is inferior
Only if you study well
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After Lu Xueru heard this, his whole body was shocked. Unexpectedly, this child, who is about the same age as his daughter Lu Huilan, has such an amazing memory, and his talent is not inferior to that of his little daughter.
This is the core essence of Confucius's Confucian thought that "everything is inferior, only reading is high"! Lu Xueru vaguely felt that the little Shaofei in front of him would become a great person in the future.
Over the years, among the students taught by Lu Xueru in his school, apart from his own daughter Lu Huilan, he had never seen anyone so smart.
Now, the boy standing in front of me is extraordinary as soon as he opens his mouth. It can be seen that he is endowed with wisdom and has even more extraordinary potential at the bottom of his heart.
During this meeting, Lu Xueru liked this boy from the bottom of his heart, but he knew very well the consequences of every expression he made in front of Xiao Shaofei, so he did not express his thoughts.
Lu Xueru just asked calmly: "How long have you been listening outside?"
Xiao Shaofei looked at Lu Xueru sincerely and said, "It's been more than ten days."
Lu Xueru felt inspired and said: "You are also quite honest."
Xiao Shaofei said sincerely: "Sir, please have mercy. You don't remember the faults of villains."
Lu Xueru asked tentatively: "Why do you like studying literature?"
He told me frankly: "My mother often said to me, 'Everything is of low quality, but reading is the only one that is good.' You are the most knowledgeable person within dozens of miles around..."
Lu Xueru asked: "Why do you stand outside the wall and listen so fascinated every day?"
Xiao Shaofei spread his hands outward: "I don't know the reason. In short, since I listened to the poems you read, I can't help but come here every day to listen."
"Ah, it seems that you have an inexplicable fate with our Confucian school." Lu Xueru raised the scripture in his hand, handed it to him, and asked, "You have been standing outside the wall listening to it for more than ten days. Do you know what scripture this is?" Wen?"
