It rains at night and the spring leeks are cut, and the yellow beams in the new kitchen are restored. Who knows that after twenty years, I will go to the gentleman's hall again. It’s not easy to get drunk after drinking ten glasses of wine, and the feeling will be long deliberately. Tomorrow, across the mountains, the world will be confused.
The scholars in the school were very knowledgeable, and Meng Liangchen taught Qu Zi's "Li Sao" to be recited for several days. Every morning, they first familiarized themselves with the characters, and the children kept writing on the sand table. Over the past few days, they had memorized most of an article, and they were eloquent and learned. Nearly a hundred Chinese characters.
The village women came to the ancestral hall every day to make bamboo weaving. They took a long detour to Liang Chuan's house and refused to listen to the children's reading. After starting work, they didn't have any spare capital. Their children learned a few more today. I can write my own name now, and when I say it, my face becomes brighter. Those who are older can only stare, hating that their children were born a few years earlier and have already gone to work in the fields.
Every time Meng Liangchen stood in the school, he was fascinated when he thought of the story about the legendary figure named Yang told by Liang Chuan. Looking at these children, he never felt that his studies would be delayed at all. Mr. Kong often said, Reviewing the past and learning the new, learning is boundless, and teaching by yourself. According to Liang Chuan's words, there is still a long way to go and a lot to learn. In a three-foot school, there is endless learning.
"Hu Jiangli and Pi Zhixi are admired by Ren Qiulan. If Miyu is about to fall behind, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep him in time..." There was a time when the sound of reading could be heard in this small mountain village where there was not much to eat, and it was still the whole village. of children come to study.
"Now, this is it." He Baozheng was standing outside the gate, closing his eyes and enjoying the sound of the children reading intoxicatedly and coquettishly. The sound seemed to be more pleasant to the ears than the songs sung by the girls from Jinlou. Zuoqiu looked at Hong and others were very unhappy. This was a naked show off. It was very rare for a few clay kids to study. There was no one in the school in Bianjing City who was not a prince, noble or noble. That was a good place to go. It was a good time to get to know young talents. Ichiban.
The middle-aged man didn't expect that there was such a big house in this deserted village with mountains on its back. This house was probably the biggest in the village. The name of the house is also very elegant. It does not call it a mansion or a house, but just two words: "Wang Xiang".
"What does "Wang Xiang" mean?" the middle-aged man asked doubtfully.
"Little old man, I didn't know it until I fell down on the pole. I don't understand the tone you scholars are playing. I don't know if Sanlang went to the mountain today. If not, you have to wait." He Baozheng continued to shake his head and mumble. Follow the dolls and hum the unintelligible verses, feel comfortable!
"Labour guarantees integrity. Is this a home or a school?"
"Sanlang's family all live here. They, his wife, a friend of mine, a homeless boy, and three female servants. It's not wrong to call it a school. Sanlang Renyi vacated half of his wing. Come out, otherwise the kids won’t have anywhere to go to school.”
"So that's how it is, I just didn't know it would be convenient to enter the house now..."
"Of course it's convenient. We are all customers from far away, and Sanlang is the most hospitable. There are several groups of people from Qingyuan County where you are going, including tea sellers. Even people from outside the country come to Sanlang for business. Do you think it's strange? , This Saburo has never been outside the boundaries of our county, but he is so courageous that he is not afraid at all when he meets a foreigner, and he treats him obediently. "
"This is happening." The middle-aged man kept listening to all kinds of anecdotes about this so-called Liangchuan. Now he was finally about to see the true face of Mount Lu.
The three staff who followed behind all had a lack of interest on their faces. They were just outsiders with the same two arms and two legs, so there was nothing to be afraid of. Because of their master, they didn't dare to reveal it.
He Baozheng led a group of people straight into the house. In the courtyard, three or five women were making bamboo weaving. Seeing this group of guests wearing gorgeous robes, Yi Niang hurriedly put down her work and went to greet these people.
"Master He Zheng, these are..." Yi Niang followed Liang Chuan and saw a wider world. Now at least she is not afraid of strangers and she still has basic etiquette.
"These nobles came from the north to find something to do with Sanlang. Why, Sanlang went to the mountains to be a monkey again?" He Baozheng finished teasing, and deliberately glanced around Liang Chuan's house, acting like he was looking for someone.
"Third brother hasn't come back yet. We have a rest in the main hall. I asked Zhaodi to go look for third brother." Yi Niang led a few people to sit in the main hall and called Zhaodi. Zhaodi happened to be back from the river. After hearing this, he asked Zhaodi again. When someone comes, he runs up the mountain.
The only Song-style tea group in Yi Niang's house is the herbal tea picked by Liang Chuan on the mountain. It is always available to quench thirst and relieve summer heat. I just don't know if these rich people are used to drinking it. If they are not used to drinking it, it is better than boiling water. .
The group of people walked through the hall and entered the room. The wing on the right was filled with students. They have seen a lot of private schools, but have they never seen so many students in a private school? The students' clothes are very poor. At first glance, they look like poor people's clothes. Some of the clothes on their buttocks are exposed. How can someone with this condition still be able to do it? Can you afford school?
He Baozheng could see everyone's doubts and said: "Our school does not charge money, and all the children in the village can come to school. Sanlang is also planning to let the female children come, but no one in the village is willing."
What? There may be free lunches in the world, but there are free lunches here. One or two people are okay, but there are only ten or twenty people here, all free of charge? Is this a school or a charity hall?
The group of people sat in the main hall, and the middle-aged man sat alone at the guest seat. The rest of the staff, Cao Qiansong, Zuo Qiuhong, all stood behind him. The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously. It was obvious that the family rules were very strict, and the group was already Habit.
There are no bright spots in the main hall. There are only a picture of a tiger descending from a mountain hanging in the middle, and a famous painting from the previous dynasty. Hey, there are not many famous paintings by Zhang Xuan, but this kid can still get such a treasure. Middle-aged people often walk around in the poetry and painting circles of Tokyo, so they naturally have good taste.
However, the most attractive thing is the plaque of the tiger-fighting hero hanging high in the main hall. This plaque is not hung casually. It means something. A tiger that caused trouble once died in the hands of the owner of this plaque. The local county In recognition of his achievements, the government awarded him the title of hero!
Cao Qiansong's pupils shrank, while Zuo Qiuhong's face was full of disbelief. This man was just talented and intelligent, but he wanted to kill the tiger? Some of the people sitting here think they don’t have that ability.
"This Liang Chuan can still kill a tiger?" The middle-aged man himself couldn't believe it and asked He Baozheng hurriedly.
They have never seen middle-aged nobles, but they have seen a lot of tiger skins. If a big tiger skin is spread out and is bigger than a bed, and it is wrapped up and it is not much smaller, how can it be hostile to ordinary people? ?
As a witness to the whole story of Liang Chuan's tiger hunt, He Baozheng became excited when this topic was mentioned. Whenever someone in the village asked him what happened at that time, he would always take the trouble to retell it. It was very horrifying without adding any fuel or jealousy. Later, gradually fewer people listened to him. He was so full of stories that he had nowhere to go and was holding them back. You guys? These city people don’t know how powerful tigers are. Let me explain it to you, old man!
He Baozheng suddenly started talking and recounted the story of how Liang Chuan fought the big bug alone that day. The process was thrilling. He Baozheng witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. His words were more vivid than the storyteller in the pavilion. Lian Fengying fell to the ground. He pretended to be dead on the ground and peed his pants in fear. As for the beautiful scene later in the parade in Liangchuan County, I am still fascinated by it now. He said it as if the tiger hunter was none other than He Baozheng himself.
Several people were secretly shocked when they heard this, but the two warriors felt differently. They knew best what it meant to fight a tiger. Even Li Guang, who was as brave as the flying general, only dared to shoot with an arrow, and was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. Does a villager like him have this ability? Cao Qiansong was fine, but Zuo Qiuhong rolled his eyes when he heard it, and cursed in his heart: "You old man, you are bragging and don't draft, Tiger, you are probably just dreaming."
He Baozheng told Liang Chuan's heroic deeds for a long time. It happened that Liang Chuan also came back. There was no firewood at home, so Liang Chuan carried a huge log down the mountain, preparing to chop some more firewood. Everyone in the house could see clearly that the log was as thick as a washbasin, more than two feet long, and weighed several hundred kilograms at least. It was like a stick of firewood on the man's body, weightless and so easy. My face is not panting or sweating!
Liang Chuan unloaded the log from his shoulders, using one hand to release the force, and the other hand to gently support it. He lifted it like a mountain and unloaded it as light as a feather. As soon as his hand came in, the log hit the ground with a bang, and the yard was smashed out. A big hole. . Liang Chuan clapped his hands and dusted himself off without even taking a breath. He smoothly pulled out the huge ax that looked like a small wheel from behind. .
Zuoqiu Hongping always considered himself to be a fierce general in the Song Dynasty, with few rivals among the Forbidden Army, but he thought that he would have to sweat all over to carry that log, this kid. . Is it a human? He swallowed hard and looked at his superior, Cao Qiansong. Cao Qiansong also had a confused look on his face. Most of the powerful generals who could be counted among the millions of Forbidden Army were related to their family. He couldn't find anyone as majestic as him. Speaking of that axe, if such a powerful weapon is not confident in its own power, using it is like seeking death! It's a pity that such heroes don't go to the battlefield to make achievements, but stay in the mountains cutting firewood and logging.
It turns out that a group of people thought that the old man was bragging about being a tiger-fighting hero. The scene they just saw Liang Chuan made all their doubts and disdains disappear. With such magical power, going up the mountain to hunt tigers and go down to the sea to capture dragons, would it be a problem?
The middle-aged man was even more stunned when he saw it, and then he was overjoyed. He jumped up from his chair, walked out of the door, and said with a spring breeze on his face: "I think the strong man is Liang Chuan!" The middle-aged man originally wanted to call Liang Chuan the talented man, but He was still immersed in the scene of Liang Chuan carrying wood. It was so shocking that he couldn't help but blurt out the word "strong man".
Liang Chuan's heart skipped a beat, brother, who are you? When you came out of my house, you thought it was your house. You are more of a master than me. This made Liang Chuan confused and looked at He Baozheng, "Old He, Who is this..?"
