After finishing the meal, before even having time to clear away the dishes, Qiao Qing's phone rang.
Mu Qingyun's ears were very good, so he heard the person on the other side asking Qiao Qing on the phone——
"I heard that you picked a new white glove and put him on the candidate list for the Mu family's heir. The price is not small, Mr. Qiao, you are really good at playing..."
Mu Qingyun couldn't help but smile, and then was startled.
Across the phone, the other person's words were somewhat casual and casual.
Mu Qingyun thought about the people in Mr. Qiao's office that day who looked at her with enthusiasm. Unfortunately, no matter how sincere they seemed, they couldn't stop the condescending smell.
Even Miss Lou, in the ancient city, knew that she saved Teacher Xiaofang, but in her heart, this favor would only be given to Mr. Qiao.
She has seen and heard a lot in the past few days, and she knows very well that the people in Mr. Qiao's office who have their own plans and support probably have some secret concerns about the Mu family's property.
The more friendly they seemed that day, the more it turned out to be an absolute contempt.
In the eyes of these people, there is no difference between themselves and the tea cups they use or the hairpins they wear on their heads.
Even if Fang Zhilong was sent to test, it was not her who was tested, but Mr. Qiao and the others. These people didn't show it too obviously, and were much 'milder' than the outright contempt she had seen.
Mu Qingyun has long been used to this kind of contempt.
She was just an ordinary student before, but now in this situation, she is like one of those plastic beads that can be seen everywhere, being picked up and placed among the pearls.
Who cares about a piece of plastic?
Jia Junhao looked at Mu Qingyun and smiled, put a box in front of him, and opened it gently: "Hurry up and come to class. Today I will teach you about our ancient history before the Ming Dynasty, which you must take the college entrance examination, Tang, Song, and Beixu. Three dynasties.”
Mu Qingyun immediately calmed down and watched Jia Junhao take out a long scroll from the box.
Once the long scroll is unfolded, it is seven and a half meters long.
Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows: "Song Tao Juan?"
She paused, her eyes narrowed slightly, and then she suddenly moved a few inches back and whispered, "It looks a bit like an authentic work."
"If you remove the 'somewhat like', it's an authentic work. Zhang Songji, a master of landscape painting in the Beixu Dynasty, spent three years completing this long chronicle scroll in the Jixian Academy of Beixu, recording thirteen representative historical events of the Tang Dynasty. scene."
Jia Junhao smiled.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Even if this is not a first-class national treasure, it is still close to it.
"I used to work part-time as a restorer. I borrowed it from a friend and used it as our teaching aid."
Jia Junhao pushed Mr. Qiao aside to work, and took out many yellowed silk pieces from the box, large and small, of all kinds, and some had wormholes.
"The Xuanwu Gate, the Weishui Alliance, the heroine's coming to court, the Anshi Rebellion, etc. In addition to these major events recorded in the long scroll, Zhang's drafts also have more historical allusions. I prefer reading this part of the draft than this long scroll. .”
Jia Junhao is actually very good at giving lectures. He talks about history vividly and humorously based on the thrilling scenes in this long scroll. Listening to him and looking at this famous painting through the ages, the scenes in the long history seem to be right in front of you.
Mu Qingyun had to admit that listening to Teacher Jia's lectures made her absorb knowledge much faster than reading textbooks on her own.
Even though she was already learning very quickly.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Jia Junhao and Mu Qingyun were both involved in it, unable to extricate themselves.
It is usually difficult for high school students to go to bed early and get up early.
According to Zhang Lan, even Zhao Yang, the leading academic god in No. 1 Middle School, has to study until half past ten every night.
After 10:30, I have to wash up and listen to New Concept English for half an hour before falling asleep.
Mu Qingyun's intelligence may not necessarily be as high as Zhao Yang's, but his learning efficiency is probably as good as Zhao Yang's unit of measurement. However, studying by himself is still far inferior to having a teacher like Teacher Jia to teach him.
Especially when a treasure of this caliber like the pre-disaster "Song Tao Scroll" is used as a teaching aid, it is really full of ritual feeling.
Mu Qingyun felt that just to be worthy of his worth, she had to work hard to learn how to behave.
[Spirit +0.01+0.01...Intelligence +0.01+0.01...]
The sky is so dense with stars that the moon is so bright that you can't even see it.
In Mu Qingyun's mind, a lot of historical knowledge took root, sprouted branches and veins, and countless knowledge points multiplied like leaves.
Looking at the "leaves" that were still somewhat sparse in his imagination, Mu Qingyun suddenly felt that his eyes were clear.
Where her future lies, she seems to see more and more clearly. Instead of the ignorant excitement she felt when she first discovered the secret of her body and discovered 'Tiandao rewards those who work hard', she now sees the road ahead more clearly.
In the short sixteen years since she was born in this world, she has been confused and has no idea where her future lies.
Take the matter of going to school as an example. Her mother Yang Yuge had high expectations for her, otherwise she would not have sent her to Taoshi and handed her over to her father so that she could continue to go to school.
But all her mother wanted was to prevent her from dropping out of school after junior high school like some other children in the village.
She was going to high school or technical secondary school to learn a certain skill. Her mother had no idea at all and couldn't give her any guidance. She seemed to think everything was fine.
Yang Yuge only went to elementary school. She had no idea what the current school education was like. She just had the most simple wish that her daughter would not stay in the village and suffer in the future and would have a good future.
Mu Qingyun was willing to come to Taoshi, but at first she was scolded by her mother forcefully, and she had no other place to go. Later, she didn't want to make her mother uncomfortable, so she just lived like this day after day.
But she didn't know exactly what future she wanted.
Mu Aizhen clamors every day that she wants to be admitted to a prestigious university, study abroad, whatever she wants. Mu Aibao is praised by Sun Xiaomei as the best in the world, saying that he will definitely be very promising, but this has no reference value, Mu Qingyun I was a little jealous and envious about this, and I complained a lot about it. I even discussed it with Wang Mengmeng, saying that the narcissism of these two people would become an incurable disease.
But she knew that Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao's error tolerance rate in life was much higher than hers.
Although their surname is Mu.
Maybe he was a little excited about studying, his brain cells were extremely active, and his thoughts were messy. Mu Qingyun tasted his mood at the moment and exhaled: "I want to study at Yanzhou University."
She paused, and one picture after another suddenly appeared in her mind.
Mu Aizhen complained that the piano class was not interesting at all.
The teachers in the painting class are not very good.
The tutor who teaches mathematics is just an ordinary college student and cannot teach mathematics well at all.
Her fathers, Mu Siping and Sun Xiaomei, gathered around Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao and analyzed for them which university and which major were most suitable for them to study. At that time, Mu Aizhen and her siblings looked impatient.
But she never even thought about being able to attend a hobby class one day, and she didn't even dare to dream about going to college.
Mu Qingyun smiled softly and said, "I want to study in Mu Chuncheng's class at Yanda."
Jia Junhao was sorting out the lesson plans. When he heard Mu Qingyun say that Yanzhou University was too lazy to look back, when he heard the words 'Mu Chuncheng Class', he suddenly turned around and raised his eyebrows: "What aspiration!"
'Mu Chuncheng Class', the legendary existence of Yanzhou University, recruits students independently and does not recruit students every year.
Especially the 49th session, it is even more famous in the sky, no one knows it, no one knows it.
This time, there are a total of seventeen students in the class, but the class has won nineteen Sky Blue Medals.
In other words, each person has more than one Sky Blue Medal on average.
What is the Sky Blue Medal? It is something that can only be obtained by those who have made outstanding contributions to this world.
Since the birth of this medal, a total of only 1,125 yuan has been awarded. More than half of them were given posthumously to heroes who are no longer alive.
None of the numerous students from the Ming Dynasty, even those who were admitted to the top exam every year, dared to talk about the goal of passing the Mu Chungcheng class, regardless of whether they thought about it or not.
Mu Qingyun said these words softly, with a little bit of shame on his face.
Going to Yanda University and studying 'Mu Chuncheng' seemed to be her inner desire to be unwilling to be ordinary and change her destiny.
In fact, to put it bluntly, it was just she, Mu Qingyun, who had grown ambitious.
While he was deep in thought, Mr. Qiao suddenly sighed quietly.
Only then did Mu Qingyun realize that it was so late that Mr. Qiao was still working.
