It was just overnight that all the officials of Yandu City returned to their hometowns after illness, and the vacant places were filled by other children of the family, and many beautiful faces disappeared from the Qinglou Chu Pavilion.

Xingxiu walked on the street, and when he was tired, he found a tea stall and sat down, looking at the people coming and going on the street.

Zhang Daqian is a blacksmith at the foot of the Son of Heaven in Yandu City, his son is just eight years old this year, and he has been in the study for a few years and has been praised by the gentleman of the teaching hall for a few words, and he always has a lot of money on weekdays, which may be one of the few things that makes the blacksmith feel happy under the pressure of life.

But some people always like to feel comfortable when others are unhappy, and they like to pour a basin of cold water.

"The blacksmith's son can still read a champion if he reads again?"

The blacksmith didn't think about letting his son be the top student in high school, he always felt that he had suffered a loss of no culture, and he had the strength to make iron to make a living, but he also envied those who had ink in their stomachs, not to mention anything else, just looking at the temperament was not a grade.

Taking a step back, a blacksmith who has read a book is several times stronger than a blacksmith who has not read a book.

What's more, the son knows that he is motivated, he has never slackened on the first day of the cold winter wax moon, and the little man also knows that his livelihood is difficult, saving lamp oil, and a piece of paper is used in two, but he also wrote a beautiful hand, and the gentleman of the teaching hall said that it is called what italics.

Blacksmith Zhang doesn't understand, he only knows that he is good-looking, and he doesn't care what others say, he is happy that there is finally such a scholar in his family, although there is always a time when the silver is scarce, but he can't be poor children, but he can get by.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, and the blacksmith smashed his hand while striking iron, and the blacksmith's shop could no longer be opened.

Speaking of this, Han Wenyan didn't talk about it anymore, just drank tea, and seemed to be intoxicated with a different taste.

Xingxiu looked at the somewhat strange palms of the tea shop owner, and seemed to understand why the tea shop owner was covered in tendons.

"What happened then? High school?"

Xingxiu asked.

Han Wenyan smiled, "No." ”

Xingxiu glanced at him and didn't say anything more.

Tao Ziyuan wanted to find an errand for himself in Yandu Mansion, but it happened that Han Wenyan needed a guard who could do two kung fu, so if he couldn't cultivate, he became the personal guard of this adult.

I also know that this adult is really poor.

Not to mention the Fengbo Pavilion and the Prime Minister's Mansion, even the average merchant family is probably better off than this adult, and now it is still spent with the help of Tao Zikite from time to time.

As soon as he picked up the tea bowl, Xingxiu saw someone inquiring about the son of the tea shop owner, and the tea shop owner said with a smile,

"My son went to the New School. ”

"Yo, that's a lot of money!" the man asked, surprised.

The owner of the tea shop waved his hand, "It was personally recruited by the teacher of the school, and it didn't cost much." ”

"Lao Zhang, what kind of luck are you going, the new-style school is run by the prince and Xiangye, it seems that you are about to come to the end of hardship, wait for the blessings!"

The owner of the tea shop said with a smile, "I don't expect to enjoy happiness, where is not a bite to eat?" I hope that my children and grandchildren can live a good life and be relieved when they get there, right?"

"Lao Zhang, I've really convinced you over the years, you are this ......" said and put his thumb up, the owner of the tea shop smiled innocently, as if the past bitterness had been wiped out in this smile.

Xingxiu retracted his gaze and glanced at Han Wenyan, who hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's not me." ”

"Who is that?" Xing Xiu asked, the old masters in the new-style school, Han Wenyan looked like the kind of person who could bring someone from the street to the school.

The others are either taking the opportunity to make money, either they are dustless under the eyes of Qinggao, or they are pushing a few children of the family who are not doing well to enter the school in order to have a good relationship with the family.

In short, the first thing to enter the school is to take the exam, and the school selects students according to the ranking of the exam, and for some poor children, tuition fees and ink costs can also be waived, which is also a rare uniqueness in the current school.

Han Wenyan's face was unfathomable, and it seemed that you would definitely not guess a few words on it.

Xingxiu no longer wants to say anything more about the fact that some people don't have a frame as adults, and it's no wonder that Han Wenyan and Tao Ziyuan have a lot of relationship, they are really two strange things.

The attendance rate of these two strange meals in the new-style school is the best, and it is full, and the scholars in the Hanlin Academy who are angry blow their beards and stare at them when they see Han Wenyan, but no one dares to say anything about Tao Ziyuan, but they don't scoff at it behind their backs.

Han Wenyan talks about the development history of time and space, and Tao Ziyuan talks about metaphysics, which are regarded as two courses that are not serious.

"Master Tao?" Xing Xiu thought about it and felt that it was unlikely, the man looked easy-going, but he was actually very cold, and it was clear that he didn't care how you want to play and how to develop, I just took care of the posture of subduing demons and eliminating demons.

Han Wenyan smiled, put down the tea money after a cup of tea, and walked to the direction of the school with Xingxiu.

At this time, it was already afternoon, and Han Wenyan's class was placed in the afternoon just in case those students felt that other masters' classes were boring and slept in class, and when Han Wenyan walked to the school, it was also the time for the students to wake up from their lunch break.

The new-style school is rebuilt, and the old site of the former Ministry of Rites has been changed into a school, and the person in charge of the design is Han Wenyan, which is no worse than Guozijian.

What's more, there are still foreigners' things that are not in Guozijian here, and occasionally Tao Ziyuan or Han Wenyan will also invite some foreigners to take classes, and slowly the students' foreign language level has also improved significantly.

At this time, it was already June, and Han Wenyan's voice in the school seemed to have a different kind of charm, and the students who listened to him tell the history of time and space in the district listened to it with relish, and the rain outside was dripping, but they didn't feel hot.

Xingxiu stood under the porch outside and listened to it, listening to how King Hengli recovered the land and how to make the country stronger, it seemed that a question would come to many people's hearts.

Could this dynasty also one day wash away the shame of the past?

When is that day?

Before the end of class, Han Wenyan stood up and looked at the carefully selected students, wondering if these people could take on the important tasks in the future.

After thinking about it, even if he is sad, he can't change the status quo, so it's better to cultivate these people with his heart and expand their horizons and knowledge, which can be regarded as doing his best.

"By the way, at the end of the month, there will be a sports day, and the specific projects will be posted on the notice wall, and everyone can participate, including female students. ”

As soon as Han Wenyan's voice fell, there was a burst of excitement in the classroom.