The barbarians will attack Dali at the latest the year after next, and this time Dali will not be as lucky as last time.
If Dali is lost, the Song Dynasty will lose its last land barrier!
Seeing Zhao Ping's grimace and her mother's face frozen, she took the reply and used a trick. She accurately pulled Zhao Ping's ear with her left hand and asked, "Ping'er, don't you know how many favors your uncle has entrusted to you? I just found an opportunity for you. Let me tell you, mother, have you not studied for such a long time? Your skin has become loose and you are lazy. Do you want my mother to tighten it for you? "
Zhao Ping covered his ears and pointed in the west direction and said: "Mother, haven't the barbarians already called? Didn't I contribute to the Song Dynasty?"
The mother hesitated for a moment, then twisted Zhao Ping's ears harder and said: "You little brat, national affairs are the affairs of the court. What can you, a little brat, do? Besides, everything is of inferior quality, but only You are good at studying. The most important thing for you now is to study hard for your mother."
At this point, my mother said seductively: "Besides, the county town is more lively than Zhaojiazhuang, and the food, clothing and entertainment are far beyond what Zhaojiazhuang can match."
No matter how lively it is, can it compare to the county towns of later generations? But this cannot be said.
Besides, if you leave, what will happen to your disciples' studies? What about martial arts?
Zhao Ping had no choice but to instruct several of his disciples to study peacefully and do their homework. The homework should be sent to the county for regular inspection. If necessary, he could send one to the county to study and then come back to teach them.
The next day, Zhao Ping was escorted onto the boat by her mother and set off for the county seat.
After Wang Gou'er hesitated, he whispered: "Master, when you go to the county to study, you must be careful about Prince He. I feel that he has ill intentions towards you."
Zhao Ping nodded and left Zhaojiazhuang for the first time to go to the county seat more than thirty miles away.
As expected, it is worthy of being a county town, with a population of more than 20,000, and is surrounded by walls as high as three feet.
After paying the city entry tax at the city gate, Zhao Ping and his party entered the county seat.
The county town was built according to the mountain. Zhao Ping could only see the stone street at his feet. There were apricot-yellow signboards floating everywhere in front of him. There were oil mills, cloth mills, vinegar mills, silk mills, silk mills, iron mills, inns, restaurants, brothels, etc. Brothels, pawn shops, banks, pharmacies, etc. are dazzling.
People were coming and going on the street. Bullock carts, donkeys, flat-headed carts, wheelbarrows, etc. kept passing by Zhao Ping. He walked through the streets and alleys selling candied haws, drinking cakes, and the sound of sharpening knives and other sounds kept coming.
The Yamen is located in the center of the entire county, next to the school.
Zhao Tianze rented several shops on North Street next to the Yamen. There were also several apricot-yellow signboards fluttering in the wind. One of them said Zhao's Workshop, and the other two signs said "Xianlu" and "Xianlu". Zao’s poem, it seems that Zhao Tian and the others do know how to advertise.
When Zhao Ping came, he saw more than a dozen young scholars pointing at the poems he had written.
"It doesn't matter if there is dirt all over the body. After using the fairy soap, it becomes white and shiny again. The dark clouds disperse and the blue sky appears. The nausea rag has a new look."
After reciting a poem, a young student about fourteen years old shook his head and said: "Isn't it appropriate? Is it appropriate? It's inappropriate. I am a student who has a heart for heaven and earth, asks for orders for the people, and creates peace for all generations. How can it be done?" That's the business of merchants."
His words were nodded in agreement by some of the scholars.
"Houyi's bow sounded and the golden crow fell, and the reincarnation of the immortal furnace was extraordinary. After nine turns and a hundred refinements, he wanted to become a Taoist, and he would emit light to help the world."
Another thirteen-year-old boy in a brocade robe spat on the ground and said, "Bah! When did the Golden Crow reincarnate in this furnace? Isn't this a scam?" This person came up and went online, which made Zhao Ping can't help but Frowning, fortunately, after a few people echoed his words occasionally, the others remained silent.
Another twelve-year-old boy also shook his head and groaned:
"It has been ten thousand years since the Golden Crow fell, and it is hiding underground to become an immortal. Burn yourself to give warmth, leaving light to warm the world."
After reciting, the man then said: "This poem does not matter whether the Golden Crow fell here or not, but the last two sentences are indeed what the next generation of scholars pursue."
His words were praised by many scholars. The scholar who wanted to comment on Zhao Ping's poem opened his mouth several times, but in the end he remained silent.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but have a sharp impression of this scholar.
The thirteen-year-old boy suddenly saluted several fifty scholars: "Yuan Xuezheng, Yu Xuelu, Master Yan, and Master Xiong are now polite." The scholars also saluted together.
It turned out that these were Xuezheng, Xuelu, and Fuzi from the county school. I saw that they were also looking at Zhao Ping's poems carefully. One of them, an extremely thin old man, waved his sleeves and said: "It's insulting to the gentlemen."
The other three shook their heads and left.
Zhao Ping frowned. These may be his teachers and classmates. Now they have prejudices against him, and they will be difficult to get along with in the future.
My uncle's Jingyuan Restaurant is located between the Yamen and the East Gate. The location is decent. However, my uncle who likes to study did not go to work personally, but left it to a shopkeeper to take care of it.
Zhao Tianze booked a private room upstairs to welcome Zhao Ping and others.
Zhao Ping tasted it and found that the taste was far different from that of later generations, but in this era stir-fried dishes were already high-end dishes.
His uncle had a small courtyard with seven rooms near the restaurant. Zhao Ping came here after lunch. In the middle of the living room is the Eight Immortals table, with armchairs on both sides. A landscape painting hangs on the table. On the sides of the living room are bamboo bush paintings and calligraphy hangings. On the plaque are the four words "Quietness Zhiyuan" written on it.
Zhao Ping thought for a moment, isn't his uncle's Jingyuan Restaurant the abbreviation of "Jingyuan Zhiyuan"? It seems that my uncle is indeed elegant.
Seeing his mother coming in with Zhao Ping, Cuizhu and Lan'er, his uncle immediately put down the book in his hand, made an invitation gesture with his hands, and shouted in surprise: "Yue Niang, Ping'er, here you come, here you come, sit down quickly, Sit down quickly."
When he saw the list on the gift list, the box on the load, and the flat-top cart outside, his uncle was shocked and said, "Yue Niang, there are so many gifts, no, no."
My aunt snatched the gift list, her eyes were shining, her eyebrows were raised, and she said: "One hundred fine fairy soaps, three fairy furnaces, and three hundred fairy charcoals. Yue Niang, this gift is too heavy. No, my sister-in-law cannot accept it." My aunt learned through rumors from traders that although the best fairy soap here only costs 200 coins, it costs 300 coins in Changzhou, 500 coins in Chongqing, and one tael of silver in Lin'an. I heard that the Hu people The price there is even more than two taels of silver.
When her aunt said this, she still held the gift list tightly in her hand, lowered her head to look at Zhao Ping carefully, and couldn't help but praise: "Ping'er, your body is much stronger now than before, and you look more handsome. Mei'er, Come and see your cousin.”
Li Hanmei held up the hem of her skirt and walked in slowly with her head lowered, followed by a little maid who was two years older than Lan'er.
While walking, she secretly looked at Zhao Ping. When she saw Zhao Ping, she let out a "hum" and turned her head away.
Zhao Ping thought to himself that this cousin still didn't like him.
My aunt stepped forward and held Li Hanmei's hand. While looking at her hand, she asked, "Are you going to practice zither or learn painting? Tell me."
Li Hanmei rubbed her little hands, frowned, shook her aunt's arms with both hands, and asked: "Mom, I have already learned how to draw. It's just that the master who teaches the zheng is very cruel, and his hands are red and swollen after being beaten. I don't want to learn. I don't want to learn painting." I really don’t want to learn.” At this point, she couldn’t help but sob softly.
The aunt glanced at Zhao Ping, frowned and raised her right hand high, about to slap her. Seeing her daughter's suddenly pale face, she suddenly gently picked up her little hand, drank lightly, then touched her face and wiped her face. With tears in her eyes, she said softly: "Mei'er, a strict teacher will produce a good disciple. I believe that in a few years, you will realize the painstaking efforts of your mother."
Then he said to his mother in embarrassment, "Yue Niang is making a joke. Mei'er has a stubborn temper and is difficult to educate."
My mother looked at Li Hanmei lovingly and said, "Mei'er is smart and compassionate, and she will definitely succeed."
Zhao Ping thought to himself that this cousin should obviously learn to be impatient, otherwise how could he be slapped on the palm by his master.
My aunt looked back and forth between Zhao Ping and Li Hanmei, wanting to say a few words, but in the end she sighed and looked at her uncle.
The uncle hesitated for a few times, glanced at Zhao Ping and then said, "Yue Niang, things have changed."
My mother's face changed drastically. After looking at Zhao Ping, she looked at her uncle, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
The uncle was a little embarrassed and said: "This special recruitment of the county school, there are many applicants but the number of places is limited. Through many connections, the county school has promised that there will be no problem, but the school registration said that the number of places is limited, there are too many applicants, and you must take an exam and select the best." Accepted." At this point, he raised his head and sighed.
When Zhao Ping heard this, he thought, wouldn't it be better? He couldn't go to the county school, and he could just go back to his old job when he went back, and a smile appeared on his face unknowingly.
Suddenly, Zhao Ping felt pain in his ears again, and at the same time, his mother shouted: "Don't even think about it when you go back. You must pass the exam as a mother. Do you hear me?" At this point, his mother unknowingly had already passed the exam. Increase the intensity of the twist.
Zhao Ping covered his ears and replied with a grimace: "Mother, Ping'er understands."
Suddenly, two bursts of laughter came from my ears.
Zhao Ping felt the pain in his ears suddenly relieved. He couldn't help but look towards the laughter, only to see Li Hanmei's look of contempt, and the little maid covered her mouth. It seemed that the laughter was coming from her.
Cuizhu and Lan'er couldn't help being furious and glared at her fiercely.
Li Hanmei turned around and held the little girl's hand, and said "hum" again to Cuizhu and Lan'er.
Zhao Ping shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to this arrogant little girl.
The county school looks quiet, with pine trees on both sides and a towering yellow oak tree behind it. It has two floors. The entire layout is a field shape. There are four small patios in the field shape to facilitate the entry of light. There are more than 400 students, divided into professors. Living rooms, residences for teachers and students, teaching lecture halls, library pavilions, temples, and garden stele corridors.
The gate is an archway with a banner - Changyuan County School.
The guard looked at his uncle and nodded.
His uncle took him through several corridors and came to a room with many poems and calligraphy hanging on it. There was a landscape painting in the middle, and there were many thread-bound books in the bookcases on the side. There is faint ink on the stone inkstone on the desk. An old man is immersed in calligraphy. The handwriting on the paper is vigorous and elegant, dignified and generous.
Zhao Ping looked up and was shocked. Isn't this Yuan Xuezheng who shook his sleeves at his advertising poem yesterday?
It seems things are getting difficult!
