Yuelu Academy is located in a corner of Su City, not far from Zhuangyuan Street. The students who can study here are either wealthy businessmen or nobles. It is difficult for children from ordinary families to enter here.
The master Su Dongchu mentioned was named Hu, and he was a well-known scholar in the world. If he was not too old and did not like the officialdom, it was said that he could enter the Imperial Academy and serve as a wine sacrificer.
Those wealthy businessmen and nobles sent their children to Yuelu Academy. A large part of the reason was because of the reputation of Hu Fuzi.
As usual, Master Hu sat at the entrance of the school with a ruler in hand, and all the young people who came to study would bow to him when they passed by.
Su Dongchu walked into the school and saluted Master Hu honestly, "The student has met his teacher, and this is a poem written by me."
"Well, let it go!"
Master Hu had no expression on his face, and tapped on the slip of paper with his ruler, asking Su Dongchu to put down the poem he had written, but did not pick it up to read.
If he hadn't suppressed him, he probably wouldn't have seen this kind of dandy a few times a month.
Even if they come to school, most of them are not serious about studying. They all have the attitude of just living and waiting to die. If it weren't for the various trust relationships between their families, he really wouldn't want to accept these people.
When the students were almost all here, Hu Fuzi glanced at everyone and said loudly: "The time has come, you should review the "Xia Shu" first, and I will mark the homework you handed in."
The students felt Hu Fuzi's gaze and lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at him. They even breathed carefully for fear of being noticed.
It is no exaggeration to say that in the eyes of these students, Master Khu was the most terrifying person.
"Boss, how was your poem writing today?"
While Fuzi Hu was concentrating on grading, a chubby young man sitting next to Su Dongchu asked in a low voice.
"certainly……"
Su Dongchu wanted to say that his poems were good, but then he thought about it and said boldly: "After school, I went to a brothel to drink wine. I didn't remember this until I was in school, so I started writing randomly."
"Written randomly, I also wrote randomly."
When the chubby boy heard Su Dongchu's words, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked ecstatic.
But the next second, he seemed to wake up and asked excitedly: "Boss, did you go to the brothel to drink wine?"
For teenagers of their age, brothels are a magical place, because they see their elders sneaking there from time to time and coming back full of energy.
Unfortunately, they are strictly prohibited from going to the brothel, so they are full of yearning for the brothel in their hearts.
Now Su Dongchu said that he went to a brothel. You can imagine how big a deal this was for other teenagers. Several people around him couldn't wait to ask in low voices.
"Boss, what's it like inside the brothel?"
"Boss, what does it feel like to drink flower wine?"
"Boss..."
Su Dongchu gradually lost himself in the loud noises, and said in the tone of an experienced person: "There is actually nothing in the brothel. It is similar to a restaurant. It is a place for drinking and eating. The difference is that when you are eating, there are two big men wearing very little. Sisters are waiting on you, I don’t like them very much, they always squeeze me.”
"Boss, we don't want to listen to big sister. Please hurry up and tell us what it feels like to drink flower wine."
For teenagers like them who haven't grown all their hair, a big sister wearing very little clothing is not as attractive as a Grasshopper.
Su Dongchu, who was talking enthusiastically, glanced at the young man who interrupted him, "Song Yuan, how about you come and tell me?"
"Song Yuan, if you want to listen, shut up. If you dare to interrupt again, I will beat you up."
The chubby boy was unhappy when he saw Su Dongchu, and immediately threatened him.
The other young men who were listening with interest also glared angrily, as if they wanted to beat someone up. The young man named Song Yuan was so frightened that he did not dare to speak again.
Su Dongchu smiled with satisfaction and continued to use his identity as the boss to tell about his wonderful journey in the brothel.
"well!"
Hu Fuzi, who was reviewing his homework, suddenly sighed deeply.
Although he didn't have high hopes for the assignment he handed in from the beginning, when he reviewed it in person, he still couldn't help but shake his head because of the tasteless feeling.
"That's bullshit!"
"Empty!"
"Hypocritical!"
The more Master Hu watched, the angrier he became. The hand holding the ruler kept shaking, as if he was on the verge of an explosion.
"Children cannot be taught." Master Hu picked up another piece of homework and read it while saying: "Look, what is written here, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight, ninety... a thousand pieces Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, fly into the plum blossoms but never disappear."
"Huh!"
Hu Fuzi read it with anger, but after reading it, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
This poem seems to be ordinary, but in fact it is very interesting. When I first read it, I only thought it was interesting. When I read it again, I felt like I was in the vast snow, watching the snowflakes falling continuously, and the white snow and plum blossoms blended together. One body, the sky and the earth are vast, and the artistic conception is vast and far-reaching.
Of course, the finishing touch is the fourth sentence. Otherwise, the first three sentences would be bland.
"Excellent work, excellent work!"
Master Hu was in a good mood. He looked at the signature with a smile on his face, but then frowned, "Su Dongchu, can he write such a poem?"
It's not that Master Hu looked down on Su Dongchu, it was actually that Su Dongchu was a thorn in the side of the academy. He often bullied other students because of his superior martial arts. He was completely ignorant and incompetent.
For such a student, he felt it was normal not to hand in homework, but this poem made him feel incredible.
However, after pondering for a long time, Master Hu still gave Su Dongchu a first-class rating.
Because if you don't look at Su Dongchu's usual behavior, just based on this poem, it completely reaches the first-class level.
"Su Dongchu!"
After Hu Fuzi reviewed all the homework, he looked up and found Su Dongchu whispering to others, and he immediately shouted.
"The students are here."
Su Dongchu felt shocked and stood up quickly.
"Don't talk to others." Master Hu reprimanded him calmly, and then said: "The poem you wrote today has made great progress, and I got an A grade."
First class!
As soon as these words came out, all the young people had expressions of shock, envy, and disbelief on their faces.
When it comes to fighting, Su Dongchu is naturally good, but when it comes to composing poetry, none of them are convinced.
"Thank you, Master."
Su Dongchu was smiling all over his face and held his head high.
"Tomorrow, you will hand in another poem." Hu Fuzi said calmly.
"yes!"
"Sit down!"
After Master Hu asked Su Dongchu to sit down, he slammed the ruler on the case, making a harsh sound, and said angrily: "Except Su Dongchu, what are everyone else doing, especially Wang Kun? You call this a poem?" , come up here."
Wang Kun, who was scolded by Master Hu, was the fat boy.
Wang Kun walked up to Master Hu anxiously and lay down on the papers. He was beaten several times by Master Hu with a ruler, and he let out a series of miserable screams.
When Wang Kun came back, he was walking with a limp.
"Boss, aren't you just writing randomly?"
Wang Kun couldn't figure out why Su Dongchu, who wrote randomly, got the first grade, but he himself got the punishment.
"I did write a lot of the master's homework. Even I felt that the writing was poor, so I didn't hand it in." Su Dongchu didn't wait for Wang Kun to ask, and continued: "The homework I handed in was paid by someone else. written."
Wang Kun: "..."
