"Humph." The old man snorted and sat up.
The tears in Dean Fan's eyes could no longer be held back. He knelt down in front of his old man, hugged his legs with both hands, and buried his face in his knees. "Master, it's my fault that I have made you worry so much," he said. ; This time, the disciple will come back to stay for a while and stay with the master."
The old man pushed him away coldly, "You still want to leave?"
"Disciple is used to living in Xianyun County. With the help of you and all the fellow apprentices, disciple is living a comfortable life. I have become accustomed to it over the years and don't want to move. I will be buried in Xianyun County after my death." Fan The dean lowered his head in shame.
The master and his brothers are all looking forward to his return, but the capital has become a place of displeasure for him. Seeing the capital, it is inevitable to think of the chaotic government of the past; treacherous ministers were in power, loyal ministers had no way to survive, and the powerful mentor and several others An old minister was spared.
He suffered a disaster. At that time, his mentor was hampered by many constraints and his assistance was limited. He saved his life and lost his official position. Fortunately, he was still alive. After being expelled from the capital, he was protected by his mentor and lived a leisurely life in Xianyun County. Overall it's pretty good.
His temperament is too straight and he doesn't know how to bend, so he is not suitable for officialdom.
"Chongcheng! You are as stubborn as before." The old man slapped him hard twice. After all, he was a disciple who had hurt him before, so he couldn't bear to hit him hard, so he could only sigh.
Fan Wei'an, also named Chongcheng.
Dean Fan was ashamed, "Master, you know my temper. It is easy to offend people in the officialdom. I teach and educate people in other counties. With you and a few senior brothers here, no one dares to touch my brow."
"That's all you've got." The old man shook his head helplessly, "If you want to teach and educate people, just teach and educate people. Fortunately, we are here; where are the students you're bringing this time?"
"Outside." Dean Fan let go of his hand, picked up a corner of his sleeve and wiped away his tears.
The old man sighed silently again, hoping that the student he was interested in would be different from him; after all, it was easier to like someone with a similar temperament, and it was hard to say why Chongcheng would be so troubled.
"Scream."
Dean Fan nodded repeatedly, got up from the ground, walked to the door and said to the old housekeeper: "Uncle Liang, let Minghua come in, and Mrs. Xiao will also come to pay homage to the master."
"Yes." Uncle Liang raised his feet and left. After a moment, he ushered Minghua and his daughter into the room, "Master, Master Fan, Mrs. Xiao and Miss Xiao are here."
The old man looked up. Although the fabric was not good, he was well-dressed. Judging from the material, he should be a child from a wealthy family. Looking at the little girl who looked like a dwarf, with clear eyes and a reserved mind, he had lived a long life. Even people her age can't understand her thoughts.
"Student Xiao Minghua and her mother pay homage to my husband." Minghua bowed but did not kneel down.
"Greetings to my husband." Xiao Leshi crouched down slightly, his etiquette was unskilled and a little funny.
The old man nodded lightly and waved to Minghua, "Get up, come here."
Minghua stepped forward and bowed again, "Sir."
"What books have you read?"
"I've read "Spring and Autumn"." Wu Shuhua's answer was concise and clear.
The little girl is not big, but she is very thoughtful.
There was a smile in the old man's eyes, "Have you read the Book of Songs, Shangshu, and the Book of Rites?"
"yes."
"That's not bad. How do you understand?" It's no use knowing how to read but not being able to interpret.
Dean Fan spoke from the side, "Minghua has a photographic memory. She can remember everything she has seen and read. The same is true for interpretation. If not, the disciples would not dare to let her take the Tongsheng Examination."
The old man glanced at the disciple and did not continue taking the exam.
"It's right to study hard, but are you really seven years old?"
Minghua:......
Is it her fault that she is short?
Xiao Leshi couldn't help laughing and almost laughed out loud.
Dean Fan smiled and said, "She is really seven years old. The reason why she looks like five years old may be because she has lost her temperament while studying."
"Dean." He teased her no matter what.
But the old man couldn't help but laugh out loud, "When you come to the capital, eat more good food to make up for your height. If you are still this short when you grow up, you won't be dignified as an official." He was already young, and when he went out he was short and small. Yes, people won't pay much attention to her at all.
Minghua: When you are tired, lie down and let me laugh.
"It's time to eat more good food. Children only need to lay the foundation in the past few years. Only when their health is good can they grow up." Dean Fan agreed.
Xiao Leshi couldn't laugh anymore and felt guilty; her family was indeed not wealthy in those years, and there weren't many things that could keep her daughter healthy. Although she looked round on the surface, she didn't actually weigh much.
"Let's arrange to live in my yard first. Mrs. Xiao doesn't need to be cautious. If you have anything to do, please ask Uncle Liang next to me. Uncle Liang, take them to settle in first. Are all the things that need to be purchased completed?" The little girl is a bit interesting, even though she has a face. He remained calm and expressionless, but the look of helplessness on his face just now didn't look like that of a little baby.
Liang Bozuo bowed and said, "Don't worry, sir. Everything was prepared two days ago. However, the clothes prepared for Miss Xiao may not fit."
"Be prepared again."
"yes."
Uncle Liang agreed and turned around to invite you, "Mrs. Xiao, Miss Xiao, please invite me."
"Thank you." Xiao Le's blessing.
Minghua also responded with the student's courtesy.
After they left, the old man looked at the second disciple and said, "You like her very much, and you always help her out."
"Master, the children are still young. Don't be frightened. After all, they are the disciples that the junior brother wants to accept. They are here and they don't have to worry about the master."
The old man didn't take it seriously, "What should I worry about? It's just food, drink and clothing. How much can they and their daughter use? The government is not short of this little money."
Besides, Minghua and her daughter followed Uncle Liang to the guest room in the courtyard. When they arrived at An's room, they first looked at the furnishings in the bedroom; even in the guest courtyard, the furnishings were better than those at home.
"Mrs. Xiao, Miss Xiao, you two live in this small courtyard. If there is anything you are not satisfied with, I will have it corrected immediately," Liang Bo said.
Minghua's eyes swept across the room, "It's very good. Thank you Uncle Liang for taking the trouble; and thank you for taking care of me. We, mother and daughter, are new here, so we can't take advantage of the father-in-law."
"Yes." Xiao Leshi took out a hundred taels of silver notes from his arms and handed it over, "Uncle Liang, please accept it; we will pay for our food and drink in the palace from now on."
Uncle Liang declined, "You're welcome. Miss Xiao will also be the daughter of our government in the future, and she will be the daughter of Xu Shoufu's family. A disciple is half a son. Miss Xiao is from a girl's family, so naturally she is half a daughter. Her own daughter's food and clothing There is no need for you to give us money, so get up quickly, you will still have a lot of money to spend in the capital in the future."
"..." Xiao Leshi wanted to say, isn't this why he hasn't become a disciple yet?
But she knew that once she said it, she would make people laugh for nothing.
"Miss Xiao, don't think too much about it, you and Mrs. Xiao. The master is the master of the palace. If others can't say anything, you two can live here and don't have any psychological burden. The palace will also be your home in the future." Uncle Liang's face was filled with emotion. sincere.
Ming Hua Mo.
Xiao Le didn't know whether he should continue to give him money.
