After finishing this class, all the children from wealthy families were convinced and became their disciples without any complaints.
From now on, it can be considered that there is a family.
After the class, Gu Beichuan left, and the disciples began to talk to each other and get to know each other.
However, while everyone was talking and laughing, there was only one person in the crowd who stood there blankly, as if thinking about something.
It is Shen Liangfu!
Seeing him like this, Chen Chuge and others hurriedly asked: "What is Brother Liangfu thinking about? Why are you so lost in thought?"
After hearing this, Shen Liangfu came to his senses.
But he still said with some shock: "Do you know how you got here?"
"Of course I know, I waited for my fathers to ask for it."
"Where did you get it?"
"At the maternity hall?"
"What's the opportunity?"
"Royal merchant election?"
"Brother Liangfu, what exactly do you want to say? Please tell me quickly and don't go around in circles."
When Shen Liangfu heard this, he sighed and said, "The reason why my father was able to select the imperial merchants was entirely because his mentor made a new kind of cloth."
"A kind of new cloth from his mouth!"
"Furthermore, I also know that many people have come to my mentor's workshop recently. Some are studying farming and some are studying iron smelting."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other in shock.
"So, the various technologies that the teacher talks about are not flowers in the water or the moon in the mirror, but real things?" Zhou An asked tentatively.
"There is no doubt that the teacher is a pioneer in this way. It is really a blessing for us to follow him." Chen Chuge also said with emotion.
"I would like to ask why my mentor was so talented, so he refused to take the imperial examination and become an official. Now that I think about it, it must be that my mentor was far-sighted and had already figured out the way to rejuvenate the country through science and technology and devoted himself to it." Zhen Renyi was also filled with emotion.
"You think, my mentor is only eighteen years old, why does he know so many truths at such a young age?"
"To be honest, those great Confucians who have been famous in Kyoto for a long time, let alone poetry and prose, can't even compare to the teacher if they just talk about principles."
"After all, they don't even understand why they study."
"You can't say that. Ninety-nine percent of the scholars in the world think of themselves as noble, but how many of them are like their mentors and understand reading so clearly?"
"My mentor is really a Wenqu who came down to earth. It's a pity that this Wenqu ended up in your Huainan but not in our Jiangnan." There was a hint of sourness in Chen Chuge's words.
Zhou An laughed loudly after hearing this and said, "This shows that God wants to establish the literary world in Huainan!"
"In time, Huainan will become a treasured place where the world's cultural brilliance gathers!"
Hearing this, the Huainan disciples all showed pride, while the Jiangnan disciples were much more envious.
Only Zhen Renyi had a trace of suspicion in his eyes.
He is a native of Jiangnan and speaks Jiangnan dialect very fluently.
He has also done a lot of research on this local language.
And he just happened to find that the Huainan dialect spoken by his mentor when he was giving a lecture just now was not authentic, but had a hint of Jiangnan dialect.
Suddenly, a bold idea emerged in his mind, and then it took root and grew out of control.
Let's just say, is there a possibility?
Is my mentor actually from Jiangnan?
"Brother Zhen, why are you here in a daze? The weather is getting colder, why don't I and my classmates go to the Feihong Restaurant opened by my mentor to try the hot pot?"
"Speaking of which, you Jiangnan people have never tasted such delicious food."
"Let me tell you, this dish was made by my master, and the taste is amazing." Shen Liangfu said.
He and Zhou An were born and raised in Huainan, so they naturally had the obligation to entertain their Jiangnan classmates.
"Nothing, nothing. If it is so delicious, we will definitely try it." Zhen Renyi grinned.
At the same time, he felt a sense of fear. What he was thinking in his heart was that if these Huainan classmates found out, they might have to fight him to the death.
You know, Gu Beichuan has already become the signature of Huainan literary world.
His reputation was so loud that it even surpassed Qin Xiuwen for a time.
He has long been regarded as a representative figure of the Huainan poetry circle by thousands of Huainan talents and is the pride of the entire Huainan people.
But at this time, if he dared to say that his mentor was from Jiangnan, he might not be able to leave Huainan alive.
But what if... it really is?
The scenes of Gu Beichuan's lectures kept echoing in Zhen Renyi's mind. When he considered his wording and pronunciation, it became more and more similar to him. It was almost like Jiangnan dialect dressed in Huainan dialect.
But now that there is no evidence, we have to give up.
In this way, a group of Jiangnan students were taken to Feihong flagship restaurant by Huainan students to taste the authentic Huainan flavor.
We also visited the "Huainan Autumn·Gift to Xiang Bai" that Gu Beichuan left on the wall that day.
"It is said that after this poem was spread, countless literati and poets came to me and wanted to write a poem to rank with their mentor."
"I had already started writing, but when I saw my mentor's work, I started writing in despair, and finally left helplessly."
"The longest one even sat in front of this poem for three days, but never wrote a word."
Shen Liangfu introduced it with pride brewing in his chest.
The Jiangnan students were also amazed when they looked at the twenty-eight characters written in wild cursive.
Zhen Renyi was even more grateful because the "Huainan Snow·Gift to Renyi" given to him by Gu Beichuan was no worse than it.
"My mentor's poetic talents really put me to shame."
"If I can get it during my studies, Chunwei's poems will not be a problem."
Hearing this, all the students nodded in agreement.
…
At the same time, Prince Jing’s Mansion.
The red light of the stove reflected on the wall, and the incense of Jingshen slowly floated out of the glass cup, illuminating the whole room with warmth.
It is precisely because of these things that in this extremely cold season, the girl can still expose her white and smooth calves, resting them on the edge of the bed, swinging one leg at a time, without feeling the slightest chill.
Xiang Zhirou looked out the window with her delicate cheeks, her eyes as bright as stars, as if she was waiting for something.
But this look really looks like a young girl waiting for her lover.
Phew. Phew.
In the cold wind, the sound of wings trembling was heard.
The girl suddenly sat up from the edge of the bed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
What you hope for in your heart will finally get what you want.
At this moment, Xiang Zhirou is really amazingly beautiful.
Sure enough, Xiaoqing flapped her wings and landed on the window edge.
It has green feathers, like a green pine, and it braves the frost and snow without bowing its head.
He even held his chest high and looked extremely energetic.
If it were an ordinary bird, it would naturally not be like this.
But Xiaoqing is a different species that flies in the Yayu Mountains all year round. He has strong muscles and plump wings, and he is not afraid of the cold.
Such birds have great military value and are often used as homing pigeons to convey important military information.
Even for princes and grandsons, it is not easy to have such a blue pine bird.
But Xiang Zhirou has a special status, so it is not difficult to own one.
At that time, the girl couldn't rest for a while, so she impatiently took off the bamboo tube from her feet.
