"Song Academy?"
After hearing this word, Li Dong murmured, a look of surprise suddenly flashed across his face, and then he turned to look at Song Mu with hopeful eyes.
"Master, is this your plan?"
Li Dong's face suddenly became a little excited.
"Among the academies in the world, apart from those established by the imperial court in various provinces and provinces, the private academies of the seven major cultural backgrounds are the most prosperous. Each of them is extremely famous, and most of the students among them are proud of it."
"If Master can really establish it, based on your reputation, Master, students all over the world will flock to it. By then, Master, you will really be all over the world."
Li Dong seemed to have imagined a grand scene, but Song Mu grinned and waved his hand.
"Your Highness, it's not as complicated as you think. What we have done is just planting trees for those who came before us to enjoy the shade. Besides, this cannot be accomplished overnight."
"If you don't have any background, how can you be famous all over the world?"
Li Dong calmed down a little and nodded now, but he was still a little excited. Witnessing the growth of an academy was just as exciting as the revival of the Song family in the cultural context that Song Mu had mentioned before.
Moreover, these two things were linked together by Song Mu. At this moment, Li Dong felt that if he could participate in this, he might be able to leave his mark in history in the future.
"Master, we can't wait for this time. Let's go back now, study the book first, and come step by step. I can't imagine how exciting it will be when that day comes."
When Li Dong said this, Song Mu felt relieved in his heart when he saw Li Dong's expression at this moment.
Now it seems that Li Dong has let go of his previous affairs.
Immediately, they both stood up and headed outside together.
When he was about to go out, Song Mu's eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of a young man in the corridor next to him who was sweeping the corridor with a broom.
Although the other party had his back to Song Mu, Song Mu still felt a little familiar. At this moment, he stopped and took a look.
The next moment, Song Mu stepped forward and stood in front of the young man in linen clothes. Song Mu saw the other person's face clearly, but was stunned for a moment.
"Wang Ruhu?"
Song Mu shouted like this, and the young man who was sweeping the floor raised his head when he heard this. Their eyes met, and the sturdy young man looked shocked.
"You are...the number one scholar..."
Wang Ruhu is of medium height, with a broad face and thick eyebrows, but his voice is a bit trembling at the moment, as if he is a little surprised, but also a little nervous.
Saying this, the other party immediately put down the broom in his hand and was about to salute Song Mu.
Song Mu stopped the opponent's movements. At this moment, he was holding the opponent's arm with one hand. He saw that the opponent's skin was dark and his face was slightly weathered, but he looked puzzled.
The last time Song Mu saw Wang Ruhu was five years ago. At that time, Wang Ruhu was twelve or thirteen years old, a time of liveliness, especially because he was quite smart and was studying in the Song family private school.
Today's Wang Ruhu should be about seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has completely lost his original agility. He is now dressed in linen clothes and wearing straw sandals, and he looks like a man.
"Ruhu, why are you dressed like this now?"
Saying this, Song Mu looked at the opponent's cultivation level again and suddenly frowned.
"The literary energy in your body has reached its peak. Have you ever participated in the college examination?"
Li Dong next to him saw Song Mu's series of actions and looked over. When he heard that it was the young man's father who had rescued the young man from a mass grave, Song Mu.
Moreover, this name was chosen with Song Mu's help, so it seemed that it had a deep origin, but now it seemed to be a bit beyond Song Mu's expectation, and he was quite curious for a while.
When Wang Ruhu heard Song Mu's inquiry, his expression suddenly flashed, and then he hesitated before speaking slowly.
"Master Zhuangyuan, I now... no longer study."
"What? Why is this?"
"Uncle Wang strongly advocated for you to study at the beginning. Now that you are at the peak of your childhood, why give up?"
Song Mu was quite surprised by this. Although Wang Ruhu's background was not better than others, he had an aura of aura and was extremely supportive of his family.
Such an abrupt end made Song Mu feel very sad.
Wang Ruhu acted calmly at the moment, just looking at Song Mu and saying.
"After I became a child student at the age of fourteen, I have been taking college exams, but... I failed every time."
"And last year, my father went up the mountain to look for wild goods, but he suddenly encountered a tiger. His hands and feet were bitten and he lost his life. He is still bedridden at home until now."
"My brothers and sisters are all young, so I..."
"What happened to Uncle Wang?"
Song Mu looked shocked and felt a little guilty. During this time, he returned to Shiyang County and has been busy organizing the books of the Luo Song family.
And because of the news in the city that he was going to teach in a private school during this period, an overwhelming number of people came to the city, and Song Mu also stayed at home to avoid the limelight.
I only vaguely remembered that my second uncle mentioned it, but I didn't seem to care too much at the time.
Song Mu immediately grabbed the opponent's sleeve and then spoke.
"Come on, let's go see Uncle Wang right now. If Ruhu hadn't been here today, I wouldn't have known anything about it."
At this time, a gentleman from the private school was coming over, cupped hands with Song Mu, and put a handful of money into the other's hand.
Wang Ruhu then explained.
"It's because Second Master Song is considerate of my family's situation. The private school and the neighbors get their daily meat from my butcher shop, so that the family can have enough food and clothing."
Song Mu was even more shocked when he heard this. Wang Ruhu actually inherited his father's business and continued to be a butcher.
It's not that Song Mu thinks there's anything wrong with being a butcher, but Song Mu really feels sad that such a talented student should be lost in the crowd.
Song Mu immediately looked at this honest young man and said in a deep voice.
"Don't have any worries. Uncle Wang saved my life. From now on, when you should study, you should come and study."
When Wang Ruhu heard this, he suddenly became energetic. There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he nodded somewhat at a loss.
Soon Song Mu and others arrived at Butcher Wang's home. The butcher's shop was still open today, but the business was poor and there were no people around. There was also a faint smell of cooking soup.
Wang Ruhu walked in first, and then spoke inside.
"Dad, Duke Zhuangyuan is here to see you!"
Song Mu walked in immediately. The courtyard behind the butcher shop was cramped. Butcher Wang's wife was boiling soup. Two smaller children stood aside, timidly watching Song Mu and Li Dong walk in.
Not only did Li Dong not dislike this kind of residence, he actually looked around. Song Mu bowed his hand to Aunt Wang and walked into the house.
There was a noise in the room. Song Mu walked into the door and saw a skinny man standing upright on the bed.
"The Number One Scholar."
"Uncle Wang!"
Song Mu hurriedly stepped forward, only to see the tall and sturdy man walking forward, now with a thin face and white hair on his head.
At this moment, the other party was half leaning on the bed. Although he seemed to have covered himself with clothes first, Song Mu could still see the situation clearly.
One of his calves was missing, and the palm of his right hand was missing. It was early summer. He was wearing thin clothes, and several hideous scars could be faintly seen on his chest.
When the pale-faced Butcher Wang saw Song Mu looking at him, he struggled to salute. Song Mu stopped him and said in a deep voice.
"Uncle Wang, how could it be like this?"
Butcher Wang suddenly looked embarrassed. He pulled off a piece of clothing to cover the wound tightly but waved his hand and said quickly.
"I was hit by evil that day, and somehow I ended up in a mountain valley. I didn't know there was a big insect inside."
"If I hadn't endured the pain and rolled down the mountain, I would have really fallen into the tiger's mouth."
As Butcher Wang said this, he was a little scared at the moment, but then he forced a smile and said.
"I owe my life to Mr. Song. He hired many doctors and took many tonics to save my life."
"My butcher shop can still be open, and I can still afford the soup and medicine now. It's all thanks to Mr. Song."
When Song Mu heard this, he quickly sat down on the side of the bed and held the other person's right hand in his surprised look.
The next moment, Butcher Wang felt a warm current pass through his body, and the wound that had been throbbing every day suddenly relieved a lot.
Butcher Wang's face was full of excitement, but Song Mu spoke.
"That big insect may also have a demonic aura, which cannot be cured by medicine or stone. I drove away the demonic aura for Uncle Wang. With your physique, you will be much better in the future."
Butcher Wang was even more excited when he heard this. He was about to salute and called his wife and children to come in. However, Song Mu quickly stopped him and spoke at this moment.
"Uncle Wang. I have one more thing to do today."
"Even if your family is poor, you can become a scholar in one step, so why should you give up?"
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