Lintao Township School is located on the southeast side of Lintao Town, Zhao Cunxiao drove the wildebeest carriage, and arrived at the place after a while.

After tying the wildebeest to a large cypress tree in front of the wall, Zhao Cunxiao led Zhao Xiaojun inside.

Bypass the wall, pass through the archway, and walk into the gate of Lintao Township School, you can hear the sound of reading in a burst of frustration.

Zhao Xiaojun had never seen the appearance of the school, and looked around for a while.

When they were in Cangshanzhai, the children spent most of their time practicing the military formation and boiling their bodies.

Because these are the foundation of Cangshanzhai's foothold in northern Xinjiang.

As for poetry and books, they are often taught casually by individual parents.

However, in Zhao Xiaojun's opinion, most people in Cangshanzhai still don't pay much attention to this.

Of course, it is said that most people, there are exceptions, such as Zhao Xiaojun, such as Han Zhong.

When bypassing the lecture hall from the corridor on one side, Zhao Xiaojun deliberately stretched out his head to look inside, only to hear it coming from inside:

"Ao can't be long, you can't follow your desires, you can't be satisfied, and you can't be happy. ”

"The sage respects it, fears it and loves it. Love and know its evil, hate and know its good. ”

"Morality and righteousness, incivility is not successful, teaching righteousness and vulgarity, and incivility is not prepared. ”

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After listening to a few words intermittently, Zhao Xiaojun only felt that his brain was big.

When they were in Cangshanzhai, even if Leng Xiaoye and others intended to teach Zhao Xiaojun, they would at most be some "Primary School Explanations", "Filial Piety" and the like.

Walking through the corridor and walking to the courtyard of the main hall, Zhao Cunxiao asked Zhao Xiaojun to wait outside for the time being, while he sorted out his clothes and walked in.

As soon as he entered the house, Zhao Cunxiao saw the gray-haired old man in front of him, and for a while many emotions came to his heart, and finally slowly knelt on the ground and said:

"Disciple Zhao Cunxiao, please say hello to Mr. Yuan. ”

After saying that, it was a knock on the head.

When Zhao Cunxiao walked into the house, this Professor Yuan had already discovered him, but he didn't dare to recognize him for a while.

After Zhao Cunxiao finished speaking, Professor Yuan stood up tremblingly, looked at Zhao Cunxiao for a long time, and then said:

"Good, good, good!"

Professor Yuan got up and walked around the desk, grabbed Zhao Cunxiao's hand and pulled him up, and said:

"Cunxiao, you finally got through it. ”

Seeing that the teacher was so moved, the guilt in Zhao Cunxiao's heart also became heavier.

After helping the teacher back to his seat, Zhao Cunxiao said:

"These years have made Mr. worried, and I am ashamed of my husband's teaching for many years. ”

Professor Yuan waved his hand and said:

"The prodigal son turned around and didn't change his money, and now you have walked out of your own demons, and you are very happy to be a teacher. ”

Seeing that the teacher was still healthy and healthy, Zhao Cunxiao was also happy from the bottom of his heart.

After chatting a few words, Zhao Cunxiao took the initiative to take out Zhao Mingde's letter of recommendation, pointed to Zhao Xiaojun outside and said:

"Sir, this is a letter of recommendation from the elder of the Zhao family, and the child outside is Zhao Xiaojun. ”

When chatting just now, Professor Yuan already knew Zhao Xiaojun's intention, so he sent Zhao Cunxiao to summon him in.

"Xiaojun, meet Mr. Yuan. ”

Zhao Xiaojun walked in the door, knelt down in front of Professor Yuan, and said:

"Boy Zhao Xiaojun, meet Mr. Yuan. ”

Professor Yuan nodded, let Zhao Xiaojun stand up and speak, and asked:

"How old are you?"

Zhao Xiaojun replied:

"Mr. Yuan, I am thirteen years old. ”

Professor Yuen added:

"Thirteen years old, have you ever studied "The Book of Rites" and "Erya"?"

Although Zhao Xiaojun was a little embarrassed, he still said truthfully:

"I haven't learned. ”

Professor Yuen asked again:

"Have you ever studied "Poetic Compromise" and "Shujing Illustrated"?"

Zhao Xiaojun listened, his head was about to be buried in his chest, and he replied in a low voice:

"I haven't learned either. ”

Hearing that Zhao Xiaojun hadn't even learned "Poetic Compromise" and "Shujing Illustrated", Zhao Cunxiao's face began to change slightly.

I thought to myself.

"This ...... Didn't Eun Gong even teach Xiaojun these things? ”

Professor Yuan's voice did not change and continued to ask:

"What about the Book of Filial Piety and the Four Books?"

Zhao Xiaojun finally heard some familiar terms, and hurriedly raised his head and said:

"Learned, learned!"

Whew, Zhao Cunxiao took a breath and said in his heart:

"Finally have some foundation......"