The bridge of the Bamboo Forest Academy stopped at the door early in the morning.

Tan Wanqing and Ruizhu glanced at each other, but it was a novelty, it was the master of the Jingshi private school, and they had never seen such a treatment of going back and forth to pick up and drop off in a small sedan chair.

After asking the sedan chair man, I found out that Mrs. Song from the academy was worried that she could not find a place, so she specially asked the sedan chair man to come to pick up people.

"Then Mrs. Song is a kind person." Rui Zhu praised after hearing this, and immediately locked the door, and wanted to go to the academy with the young lady, but was driven back halfway by Tan Wanqing.

The distance is not far, when approaching the East Street, passing by a bazaar, Tan Wanqing sat in the sedan chair, lightly lifted the sedan curtain, saw that there was an old man who picked up the burden of sugar on the side of the bazaar, the burden was full of small sugar people, the craftsmanship was very exquisite, it was cute, I couldn't help but call the sedan chair man, got off the sedan chair, looked for the interesting appearance of the sugar man, took out the copper coin, bought more than a dozen monkeys of various colors, fawns, goldfish, rats, lanterns wrapped in a piece of paper, and then got on the sedan chair.

The Bamboo Forest Academy is located in a slightly remote place, which was originally an ordinary mansion, but Meng Xiucai and his wife repaired the trees and walls in front and back of the house, and changed it into a double door and two courtyards.

When Tan Wanqing arrived at the backyard of the academy, she also liked the tranquility of this place, although there was no carved fence and jade masonry, but it was turned over antique, and a branch of red plum at the door stretched out of the wall, as if it had been pruned by someone, and the branches had a bit of artistic conception.

Tan Wanqing couldn't help but look at it twice.

Got off the sedan chair at the door, there was a boy who greeted him, led the way in front, entered from a green bamboo door, walked along the path paved with bluestone, bypassed a small bamboo forest in the middle, and was quite quiet all the way, and no one walked around.

The teenage boy said very politely: "This is Mrs. Song's teaching hall, to Meng Fuzi's academy need to pass through this bamboo forest, most of the girls who come to the hall are sent by the rich families in the city, Mrs. is in the main hall at this time, Mr. first go to the tea room next to drink hot tea, rest." ”

Tan Wanqing walked through the small bamboo forest, and when she looked carefully, she heard Xiao Tong's words, nodded slightly, and said lightly "bother" and followed him into the side hall.

Mrs. Song is obviously an elegant and interesting person, although they are ordinary things along the way, they are very elegantly arranged, and they must have spent a lot of effort to take care of them on weekdays.

According to the child, this tea room was originally the original flower hall, there are three or five bonsai greenery in the house, there is a green mountain ink plum hanging on the wall, Tan Wanqing took a closer look, with the finger as the bone, the flowers are dense and the branches are numerous, the bone branches are solemn, and it has a unique style, and it is known at a glance that it comes from the man's hand, which should be painted by Meng Xiucai in the mouth of the boy.

Not long after Tan Wanqing sat down, she just drank half a cup of tea soup.

Mrs. Song hurriedly came out of the inner hall, and when she saw the person sitting in the tea room talking to the boy, her eyes lit up and she walked in.

"Mrs. Song." Tan Wanqing put down the tea bowl and got up.

"Miss Shen, you came just in time, I took two classes in a row, my mouth was dry, and you will teach you the next class of calligraphy and painting." After speaking, he looked people up and down, and couldn't help but show a smile on his face, holding his hand and saying in a cordial tone: "It's really amazing, girls are enviable enough when they look like women, and they are even more amazing when they pretend to be men, handsome and refreshing, even women like me can't help but be moved when they see it." ”

Tan Wanqing followed with a smile: "It's just for convenience, which makes Mrs. Song smile." ”

"What is laughing at you, this is praising you." The two sat down, Mrs. Song was obviously very thirsty, and first took a sip of tea before saying: "Miss Shen came to the museum, just like at home, there are no outsiders here, and the students in the front yard academy have not played here, very quiet, in addition to you, there is also a female gentleman who teaches Shiqin, older than you, she will introduce to you when she comes, the teaching hall has been open for less than two months, there are not many girls, a total of sixteen, most of them are under ten years old, just teach them simple calligraphy and painting, two hours in the morning every day, If it is late at noon, you can eat here, but does the girl have any other requirements? ”

Tan Wanqing paused slightly, raised her eyebrows slightly, and opened the door for less than two months? In addition, there are such a small number of children, and it only takes two hours a day, and the rest of the time is convenient for themselves, but there is a salary of ten taels of silver a month, which is inevitably higher, and when you think about it, there is really something wrong.

But thinking of what Mrs. Song said before, she suppressed the doubts in her heart again, and said, "No, I'll listen to Mrs. Song's arrangement." ”

Mrs. Song is very happy, she is in charge of this hall inside and out, and she also has to have the four books and music of the women, although there are few people, but she is still busy, and now she has invited someone to come, so she can really take a breath of relief.

After only a few moments, she led the man into the inner hall.

The hall is very spacious, through the dragon, do not feel cold at all, a pink ball of five or six years old girls sit on the mat, lying on the desk, all of them are chubby, apple face baby fat, very delicate and cute.

As soon as Mrs. Song came in, she hurriedly sat down, obviously afraid of this strict female master, but she looked at the person next to the female master with a smile.

Mrs. Song pointed out to her the place where the fourth female book was taught, and she could use it as a reference when learning calligraphy.

After sending Mrs. Song away, looking at the group of villains who were about to sit still, Tan Wanqing couldn't help laughing, she liked villains very much, the two younger sisters born to her stepmother back then, when she was three or five years old, she also liked it very much, and often visited.

She stretched out her hand and flipped through the prepared bookcase paper, there are some boring and rigid carp patterns on it, calligraphy and painting for women, itself should be a hobby that can please herself, crying and crying for a hobby, it is really unnecessary, especially a group of crying little radish heads, written horizontally and vertically are good for good paintings, it is the icing on the cake, and it doesn't matter if you don't write well and don't paint well.

She put the things away, asked the names one by one, and told a little story about painting when she was a child, and after the two stories, she became familiar with these dozen little female students, and the enlightenment of books and paintings was made by copying.

But copying is very boring and boring torture for young children, but today, under the alternation of the new master's sugar man and the random drawing of a pattern and a small story, a group of small people who cried a few noses in the past did not cry today, and two hours passed in a swish, and when they got out of the hall, they refused to leave when they came to pick up the girls in their respective homes.

It is good to say that after the soothing thing was sent away, Tan Wanqing sat on the chair a little exhausted, but she didn't expect that there were only a dozen children, and they were so tired to deal with.

After resting for a while, after recovering some strength, they sorted out the few pictures they had drawn temporarily for them to copy, and then collected the remaining sugar man whose finger length had melted a little, and was about to take it back, and was about to get up, when a small figure at the door suddenly pounced and hugged her legs.

She was startled, and when she looked down, it was a boy of five or six years old, with black ink on his mouth, his eyes were blank, staring straight at what was in her hand, his mouth opened and opened, but he did not make a sound.