As time goes by, the children in the private school become more and more familiar with Fang Yizhi. This gentleman is not as rigid as other teachers. He is always gentle, knowledgeable and sensible. When students ask questions, he always answers them patiently and calmly. He is well-educated and rarely gets angry even if some students are naughty and disruptive in class.
He has clear eyes and a smile on his face. He is amiable and approachable, making people feel like spring breeze. In just a few months of getting along with him, Fang Yizhi has become deeply liked by these children.
The sun was shining brightly that day, shining into the school through the window lattice. Three-foot-square wooden boards were nailed to the wall and covered with white rice paper. Fang Yizhi raised the pen to his wrist, and wrote a big word "Zhi" on it with full ink. The font was vigorous, powerful and straight.
A group of students sat below and watched carefully. Fang Yizhi turned around and said slowly: "The writer writes the will! The ancients said that one word can reveal one's heart, and one's words are like the person they are. A person's ambition is hidden deep in his heart. It feels comfortable in writing. Everyone has ambitions when they are young. What are your ambitions or...ideals?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the students below began to whisper to each other, and a buzzing noise sounded in the school. Fang Yizhi stretched out his hands and made a downward gesture, and the hall gradually became quiet.
"Everyone can talk about their ambitions or ideals. Who comes first? Zhu Biao, what are your future ambitions or ideals?" After speaking, he lowered his head and asked a child sitting in the front row.
The child wore a brown turban, a straight-cut gown, and pimples on his face. When Fang Yizhi's name was called, he stood up hurriedly, tilted his head seriously and thought for a while, and said a little shyly: "Teacher... in the future... I want... want... to be an accountant like my dad! My dad At Baicaotang in town, I have six coins every month to buy me a lot of delicious food!"
"Very good, it would be a good ambition to be an accountant in the future!" Fang Yizhi nodded and praised. The child named Zhu Biao received the teacher's praise and sat down happily.
Fang Yizhi pointed to a child sitting at the back and asked: "Zhou Zhiheng, what is your ambition or ideal?" The child named Zhou Zhiheng was tall and tall, and he was even taller than Fang Yizhi when he stood up. Half a head taller. There was a light velvet beard on his lips, and his round face was a little childish. He scratched his head and said, "Teacher, is ideal everything possible?"
"Yes! As long as it is what you think in your heart and what you hope to come true, it can be called an ideal. It doesn't matter if you say so!" Fang Yizhi encouraged.
"Okay, teacher! My ideal is...well...my family will buy a big villa in the town, and our family can stay there for a few days every month. There is a Jia Chang's Tavern in the town, and next to the Tavern I sell bean curd at home. Their bean curd is skewered with bamboo skewers, grilled over a charcoal fire, and then sprinkled with sesame seeds, pepper, and scallion oil. The taste is really delicious..."
Having said this, Zhou Zhiheng closed his eyes, stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his lips, looking like he was having endless aftertaste. After a moment, he opened his eyes and continued: "His five skewers of soybeans cost one copper coin, and I have already saved three coins. My biggest ideal is... to give my dad some more money... and to buy him thirty skewers in the future. Enjoy it!" As soon as he finished speaking, all the students burst into laughter.
Fang Yizhi's face was expressionless and he couldn't speak for a moment. Fu raised his voice and said, "He An, what is your ambition?" The laughter in the school gradually subsided.
He An stood up and said: "Teacher, my ambition is... to be a person like Li Guoshi!"
"Oh...why do you want to be someone like Li Guoshi?" Fang Yizhi asked with a smile.
There are many legends about the imperial master Li Xingzhi circulated among the people of the Dachen Empire, some of which are so miraculous. He An must have heard many such stories, saying that the Imperial Preceptor was able to summon wind and rain and scatter beans to form an army, and that the Imperial Preceptor had already attained enlightenment and became an immortal, flying a sword thousands of miles away to take the head of a corrupt official in a certain county, etc.
"I have an ideal, to be a person like Li Guoshi - a person who can bring peace to the world with his pen and a horse with military skills!" He An said loudly.
"Good! Very good! Children can be taught!" Fang Yizhi's eyes flashed with light. Then he raised his head and asked: "Fan Dazhi, what is your ambition?"
Dazhi stood up, his face turned red before he could speak, and he mumbled for a while before lowering his head and said: "Teacher...I...I haven't thought about it yet..."
On the south window, the bitter gourd vines have grown all over it, and the green fruits are hanging among the gorgeous green leaves, as if they are poking out their little heads to secretly look at the students in the private school.
A corner of green shirt flashed among the green bushes, and an oriole sang happily on the willow tree...
He An came home from school in the afternoon and cooked a bowl of porridge on the stove. When uncle He Kui left, he sold the old horse and left some money to Fan Youfu and Miao Feifei's mother, asking them to take care of He An's meals and seasonal clothing. They have been old neighbors for many years, so the two of them agreed wholeheartedly. Just as He An was taking a bite of steamed buns, Fan Dazhi slipped in with a smile and a bowl of roasted sheep's trotters...
After dinner, the two of them were lying on the haystack in the stable chatting. He An asked Fan Dazhi why he didn't answer the teacher's question at the private school today. Fan Dazhi chuckled and said: "Your ambition is to be a person like Li Guoshi, and my ambition is to be someone like Li Guoshi." The person who protects the National Preceptor. The National Preceptor must have someone to protect him, but I’m embarrassed to say it, I’m afraid they’ll laugh at me!”
Just as a warmth rose in He An's heart, the fellow said again: "However, Zhou Zhiheng's ambition is very good, and it suits my taste very well. The kebabs he mentioned seem to be delicious, and my mouth is watering after hearing this!"
He An laughed and scolded: "Were you reincarnated as a hungry ghost in your last life? All you can think about is eating all day long. To be honest, what is your ambition...well, or ideal?"
Fan Dazhi held a grass stalk in his mouth, put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs and said: "My ambition is ideal, hum... I'll scare you if I tell you!"
He An imitated Fang Yizhi's tone and said, "It doesn't matter if you say it, I'm all ears!"
"My ideal is to be a person like Shen Yuanwai. You know Shen Yuanwai, he is from the village next to us and has a silk and satin shop in the town. He once ordered fifty jars of wine at my house, and I My father loaded a carriage full of them. I went with my father to deliver them. The gatehouse of his house is so big, the screen wall is as big as the door..."
Fan Dazhi sat up excitedly and stretched out his arms to make gestures. He seemed to feel that the gestures were not big enough, so he stretched his arms vigorously and said: "In his fifth-level house, the side room is full of food. And... their family has cows, horses, and a large flock of sheep. By the way, Shen Wai also married two wives, tsk tsk tsk... In the future, I will be a person like Shen Wai and live in a big house. , If you have endless food, you can raise more animals, marry again...and..." As he said this, he turned to look at He An, who looked unhappy, and immediately laughed and said nothing.
"Dazhi, this is not you, and this should not be you in the future. Mr. Fang teaches arithmetic, and everyone is wrong about such a difficult problem. Only you do it correctly. You are the most intelligent. I praise you for not With knowledge and skills, we will have to go to Zhixing Academy to take the test soon. As long as we can study in Zhixing Academy, you will definitely do great things in the future!" He Anding looked at Fan Dazhi steadily and said seriously.
Fan Dazhi was a little embarrassed by what He An said, and scratched his head and said: "Actually, there are many things that I am too lazy to learn, and I don't want to think about them. It is too taxing on my brain and will give me a headache. I just want to eat and drink enough, sleep and do If you dream, at least you won’t have a headache. I may be too mud to hold up the wall, so just let me be a pile of happy mud!"
After saying that, he lay down heavily on the haystack with all four limbs in the air, and the hay mixed with dust from his body shook He An's head and face. He An lightly kicked him, and the two started laughing and joking...
What the two of them didn't know was that in the next room, there was an old man in a green shirt with a white beard and white hair, silently looking around at everything in the room. Looking at the dusty cobwebs on the beams, the simple tables and stools, the worn bedding on the couch, and the missing sickle in the corner, the old man murmured to himself: "Idiot, idiot! You would rather hide in this remote place anonymously. I didn't even look for my master. Do you know that over the past ten years, I have been looking for information about you everywhere. I know that you are resentful of me, my master, but how do you know the difficulties in my heart? Some things... ...One day, you will understand that you have misunderstood being a teacher!"
He sighed and turned his eyes to the door. Listening to the two children playing and laughing, his eyes softened, he stroked his beard and murmured: "Fang Yizhi's teaching is eclectic and quite innovative. These two children are innocent, simple and smart, they are really Yes. However, pure gold and jade still need to be polished and polished before it can become a great weapon. The road ahead is long and long..."
