Master Sun walked up to Zhu Pingan, curious to see what game the naughty boy was playing. When his eyes fell on the naughty boy's hands, time seemed to stand still. Old Master Sun's hand stroking his beard once again involuntarily pulled out a few white beards.
In sight, the so-called naughty boy was holding a simple brush made of thin bamboo and animal hair, dipping water in the groove of the stone, writing on a black wooden board, and writing vigorously.
The ink made of clear water fell on the black wooden board and could only stay for a short time, but it was also clear that this naughty boy, no, this diligent child's handwriting was already better than the best child in the school.
The writing brush is a low-quality writing brush, the stool I sit on is an uneven stone, the ink is water poured on the groove, and the paper is a black board laid on the uneven stone. However, he wrote so seriously that he didn't even wipe the sweat from his face. After the wooden board was covered with water, he used a brush to write directly on the water-filled wooden board. Although the handwriting was green, it was very neat.
This was in sharp contrast to the naughty boy I thought he was earlier, and caused a serious visual impact.
This is a piece of rough jade given to me by God, it can be carved.
"You naughty boy, are you willing to learn from me?" Sun Lao Xiucai couldn't help but ask, twirling his beard.
When Zhu Pingan, who was writing seriously, heard this, he almost threw the brush out in shock. The voice was so familiar. It was definitely Master Sun. The shock was not because of what Mr. Sun said. Zhu Ping'an couldn't ask for this. How could he be surprised? The main reason for the surprise was that a sudden sound came when he was concentrating. It was purely a conditioned reflex.
However, in the eyes of old scholar Sun, this was a sign of great joy.
Of course, Zhu Pingan did not live up to the expectations of the old scholar Sun. After all, there was a mature soul in his body. After being shocked for a moment, he stabilized.
Zhu Pingan stood up from the stone, his chubby face looked excited but suddenly became very disappointed. After I was caught cheating on class, I was not scolded, but was appreciated, so I was naturally happy; but thinking about the whole family fight just because of two pieces of money, if I proposed to spend money to educate myself, it would be a big deal, so don’t think about it, so Lost.
Master Sun found the little chubby boy in front of him very interesting, his face seemed to change.
"Why, don't you want to?" Master Sun asked pretending to be serious.
Zhu Ping'an quickly shook his chubby hand and said with a look of disappointment, "Yes, I am willing. It's just that my family is poor and there is no money at home to support my education."
Speaking of this, Zhu Ping'an's eyes lit up again, "One day while grazing cattle, I heard the Master teach in the school, and I suddenly became enlightened. I also heard the Master say that all things are inferior, only reading is good, so I had the courage to come here to eavesdrop on the Master's lecture. The master's lectures are good, so I naturally hope to learn from you, but my family is really poor, so I hope the master can allow me to listen to the lectures outside."
This kid is not only diligent, but also speaks clearly and coherently. When faced with his pretensely serious rhetorical questions, he behaves calmly and well, unlike those kids in the private school who don't know what to do when they see him looking lewd.
In the eyes of Master Sun, Zhu Ping'an is a piece of jade waiting to be carved by himself.
It doesn't matter if your family is poor. If you come to study, I won't make you a slave, and I don't lack the money. Master Sun is not like Zhu Ping'an's uncle. Master Sun is a scholar. Although he has not passed the imperial examination, he is still a scholar who receives monthly support from the government. Moreover, his family has dozens of acres of fertile land, so he is not short of money at all. Master Sun opened an elementary school mainly because he had no hope of taking the imperial examination. He wanted to do his part to cultivate some talents for the country, but also to cultivate some knowledgeable people for his own clan and his own village. If possible, he hoped to have The disciple realizes the wish that he has not been able to realize.
"It doesn't matter, I won't accept you as a disciple. Tomorrow I will officially accept you to study in the library." Sun Lao Xiucai smiled carelessly, twirling his beard.
If you take lessons, you will be appreciated, you can learn from others, and you can cultivate without restraint.
Such a series of surprises, like a pie falling from the sky, made Zhu Pingan, who had never had any luck since time travel, feel a little unreal.
"Thank you, Master." Zhu Ping'an was very grateful to the old scholar Sun. He was a truly respectable teacher and could be called a gentleman with great virtue. He bent down to thank him, his head almost bent to his chest.
Sun Laoxiucai thought that Zhu Pingan was so grateful that he wanted to kneel down to thank him. He was even more satisfied with Zhu Pingan's character. He really had a pure heart, so he quickly stretched out his hand to stop Zhu Pingan.
"Don't be anxious, it won't be too late to pay homage to Confucius tomorrow." Sun Lao Xiucai touched Zhu Ping'an's head and said, "That's it for today. After you pay homage to the teacher tomorrow, you can enter the library to study. Go back and tell your parents, Just say what Master said, I won’t accept your shackles, just come here to learn.”
In ancient times, elementary education was also very particular. Generally, you had to worship the statue of Confucius first, and then you could officially enter the elementary education after going through the apprenticeship ceremony. Moreover, apprenticeships generally choose a good time, which is more particular. It was also out of this consideration that the old scholar Sun did not let Zhu Ping'an become his disciple now.
"Thank you, Master. I will tell my parents when I get back later." Zhu Pingan expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart. He was lucky to meet such a teacher.
"You can go back and report to your elders as soon as possible. You must study hard after tomorrow's school, otherwise the master's ruler will be merciless."
After the old scholar Sun arranged for Zhu Ping'an, he went to the school to continue teaching and received a piece of talent. The old scholar Sun felt that his body seemed to be stronger and he could walk much easier.
Zhu Pingan continued to listen to the class outside.
One speaks seriously and the other listens carefully.
It was just a shame for the scheming little Lolita who had been waiting outside the bamboo forest to hear the story of the Condor Shooting. Li Shu waited on the left for Zhu Ping'an and then on the right for Zhu Ping'an not to come. The arrogant little girl couldn't bear it any longer, so she went with her riding whip. Angrily walked towards the private school.
I thought, I must teach that little poor guy a lesson!
Zhu Pingan noticed the scheming little Lolita as soon as she walked out of the bamboo forest. After all, he had been frightened by the master just now, and he was much more alert, so he naturally noticed the scheming little Lolita coming over. Why is this little aunt here? A second look at the scheming little loli's pretty face and the little riding crop in her hand. I don't know what's going on. It's obvious that she's here with bad intentions. But he couldn't make any mistakes at this juncture. He had to coax this little aunt.
So, Zhu Pingan hurriedly got up and walked over, not daring to let the scheming little loli get angry and disrupt the order of the class. Just now, my master had agreed to admit me to school for free, and here I was getting into a fight with a scheming little loli. How bad it was. If my master had any objections to me and regretted it, it would be more of a loss than a gain.
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