Hu Shui and other young people did not see Liang Chuan's family moving money, otherwise they would be even more touched. Days force him to pursue the tiger's idea. If life is smooth sailing, who would be willing to roll on the knife's edge.
It turned out that it was a happy wine, but it had several different flavors. Several young people felt resentment in their chests and had nowhere to vent it. Ni Hu lamented that things have changed, Li Chuyi was unwilling to speak, and He Baozheng was originally happy. But seeing the situation of his brothers was unpleasant, Liang Chuan didn't dare to behave when he felt like it. Everyone had their own concerns, and the more wine he drank, the more bitter he became.
A few people only drank a few cups and had a full meal to go back. He Baozheng wanted to keep them overnight, but he was afraid of an accident on the mountain road. Ni Hu said that there were too many days of spending the night in the mountains with the sky as night and the earth as bed, so he was afraid of walking at night. When He Baozheng saw Hu Shui and the other young people, his heart was shaken too much when they saw their situation. He thought they wouldn't deal with them. They were separated by generations, so there was nothing to be interested in. If you can't keep them, just leave.
He Baozheng was holding Nihu's rough hand, which was full of cuts, and looking at his sparse silver hair, he was the youngest among the three, but now he was the oldest. Looking at his old brother, holding hands but unable to say a word, with eyes as red as lanterns, Li Chuyi just watched quietly, but the silent scene made people even more sad.
On the other hand, after a few masters from Luocheng came back, they looked at the firecrackers under the camphor tree outside, and then looked at Liang Chuan's outfit, and then asked what happened to the tiger today and whether the boss was injured. He Baozheng was so happy that he hadn't had enough wine, so he took Zhao Fafa and a few others to drink with him. He told them vividly and added a lot of oil and vinegar, which made several Luocheng masters feel frightened and immersed in the scene.
From now on, the heroic deeds of Liangchuan's tiger hunt are like folklore, spreading in all directions, and the little-known village of Helu has also come into everyone's sight. There are more and more anecdotes about Liang Chuan.
People began to spread the word that this little beggar was the incarnation of a mountain god. He was supposed to have died when he went into the mountains to cut firewood. As a result, the mountain god took the reincarnation of Liang Chuan. Not only was he seriously injured but he recovered within a month. When he met a tiger in the mountains, the tiger behaved obediently. He was knocked to death in front of Liang Chuan, which made Liang Chuan famous.
But everyone also knows that this is just to deceive people who don't know. Fengying, a big mouth, told the story of that day in the village from beginning to end, and it took a long time to kill the tiger. The mountain god showed up. The mountain god’s wife didn’t have to shit her crotch that day because she was so brave. Liang Chuan was still brave.
The days that followed were as ordinary as ever, but Liang Chuan's image in everyone's eyes was already transcendent. If you can read and write in rural areas, everyone will still respect you, but only those who are not greedy for life and fearful of death, and those who have good skills in life and death will really make everyone admire you in their hearts. Liang Chuan led this group of people up the mountain without abandoning them. This group of rural people will completely recognize him in their hearts.
What was rare was that Meng Liangchen also came to see him.
At this time, Meng Liangchen was in his early twenties, young and handsome. Liang Chuan gave people a vigorous feeling, and this Meng Liangchen had a standard scholarly temperament.
Meng Liangchen has not left home since he left Xinghua. He stays at home all day long and studies books from sages. He is not the kind of unambitious young man who can change his original intention with just a few words from Liang Chuan. Quite the opposite. , his direction is too clear, and his pursuit has never changed, becoming more and more determined.
There are thousands of grains of millet in the book, but not in the rice vat now. In the past, Meng Liangchen might have simply starved to death at home and remained unmoved, but since he met Liang Chuan. This seemingly reckless but wise man with the world in mind seems to have touched some of his own values. At this time, he would not be so stupid that he would starve himself to death. Life is not only about poetry and distant places, but also about the current humiliation.
Meng Liangchen was still wearing clean Confucian clothes, and he didn't bother to clean it up, but it felt very clean. He had a pair of very clear eyes, and Liang Chuan was a little fascinated when he saw it. Liang Chuan had never seen such a person in later generations. .
Liang Chuan was still chopping firewood in the sun at home as usual, and the wood for making a sand table was almost ready. Moreover, Zhao Jinyu has also begun to plan, and there are already some sand tables piled up in the yard. Liang Chuan tried it. He put the sand in and took a small bamboo root. Don't write the font too small. The words written on it will be like a blackboard. After writing, he wiped it with the bamboo root. The sand table returned to its original shape and you can continue writing. This can save a lot of paper, ink and pens. For this small academy, one day may be a small expense, but education is a century-old plan. How much money can be saved over a hundred years.
When Yi Niang and the others saw Meng Liangchen coming, they would greet him with a smile. Liang Chuan told them that in the future, if someone achieves success in our place, the one with the highest achievement may be this little scholar. They must not neglect him when they see him. A few people can't, because this young man gives them the feeling of an otherworldly temperament, too clean and too detached.
When a few people see Meng Liangchen, they won't call him son, nor will they call him scholar, let alone me in random ways. Everyone will respectfully call him sir. Sir, he represents an intellectual. Not only is he talented, but he is also a professional in teaching and educating people. Liang Chuan was the only one who could be more casual and scream whatever he wanted. If others yelled randomly, Liang Chuan would glare at him.
Yi Niang was very surprised that this Mr. Meng gave her a very aloof, cold and arrogant feeling. Now that the anger was gone, it felt very easy. She didn't feel as stressed as she hadn't read the book.
Meng Liangchen walked in, and Yi Niang brought him a stool. Meng Liangchen moved a stool next to Liang Chuan and sat down. Liang Chuan glanced at him and said, "Here you go."
"Here we come." Meng Liangchen smiled slightly.
"Is there something going on at home?"
"I came to borrow food from you. I can't hold on any longer." Meng Liangchen's voice did not change, but it was a little loud enough that all the women around him could hear him, with a smile on his face. For a while, several people did not dare to say anything loudly, for fear that they had heard wrongly. Scholars don't give up for five buckets of rice, but Meng Liangchen came right out of his mouth, okay. . So free and easy, not burdensome at all.
Liang Chuan, on the other hand, had no expression on his face, as if he had known this result for a long time. Before he put down the work in his hands, he turned to Yi Niang and said, "Yi Niang, go get it." One hundred taels of silver for Mr. Meng."
As soon as Liang Chuan opened his mouth, his pride conquered everyone. Meng Liangchen was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said, "It seems a bit much, just borrow a few taels of silver first."
Liang Chuan rolled his eyes at him and said: "Buy more good ones to replenish your body and your mother's health. Reading books every day consumes your body. Do you know why scholars are short-lived? It's just that their body is too exhausted to make up for it. The revolution has not yet been completed, but the body can't be replenished." Don’t collapse first.”
"But it's too much." Meng Liangchen was still a little embarrassed.
"Is there more? Take more, so that you won't lose face and come to me every day. Your mother can't do any work at her old age. My school house has not been built yet, and I don't know when the school will start. And It’s going to take a while, so be prepared and be safe!”
Meng Liangchen was happy. Yi Niang came over with a large sack of silver and weighed it. The sound of the silver colliding was a bit dull. A big bag full of stuff, it’s not a small amount at first glance. He was not polite, took it over and said to Yi Niang: "Thank you, sister-in-law."
The artist's smile was as bright as a flower, she didn't dare to say anything, and quietly went back to make her bamboo weaving.
Meng Liangchen put the silver next to the stool, looked up at the sky, and wanted to say something to Liang Chuan, but chatting seemed like a heavy responsibility to him. He thought for a long time before he said one sentence: "I heard that you killed the tiger." Already?"
"Yes, you heard about it too." Liang Chuan smiled at Meng Liangchen, as if it was a trivial matter and not worth mentioning.
"Well, I've also heard about your suddenly looking back. It's a good poem, worthy of eternity." Meng Liangchen said again.
"Okay, a scholar can know the world's affairs without going out, and the gossip is quite good." Liang Chuan was a little impressed.
"People are always changing." Meng Liangchen laughed.
Liang Chuan said nothing. If Meng Liangchen himself understood this truth, that would be better than anything else.
"Now I want to teach here for the rest of my life, and I feel quite peaceful."
At this time, Liang Chuan slowly put down the ax, then looked straight at Meng Liangchen, and said to him meaningfully: "Don't underestimate the position of sir. You may not know him, but I know him." A great and famous official throughout the ages, he also started his career as a rural teacher. He even struggled to earn a living. However, such a person never forgets his origins and his ancestors throughout his life. He is cautious and cautious, but he has become a veteran of five dynasties and served two terms. The Imperial Master, a powerful minister for forty-three years, has always been fighting on the front line of politics for the country and the people. When the great responsibility falls on your shoulders, I hope you are ready. This is not a small matter, and the hidden dragon must lie dormant before ascending to heaven. .”
Meng Liangchen read through the classics and history. He had never heard of such a big shot among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. He blinked twice and looked at Liang Chuan sincerely, as if he was questioning the story.
"Don't believe it yet. I have visited a lot of historical forums. This story comes from real people." Liang Chuan said seriously: "This person is not simple. This mother who remarried when she was six years old was asked by her stepfather to change her gender. , he knew how to secretly worship his ancestors at the age of eight, and even his stepfather was moved by him and helped him restore his original surname. What were you doing when you were eight years old!"
"I write on the streets."
"Well... you're not bad either." Liang Chuan added: "If you are successful, you can help the world, and if you are poor, you can be alone. If you have ambitions, you will not grow up in old age. When the time comes, you can realize your ambitions. Being famous at a young age may not be a good thing."
