In the main hall of Du Mansion, a table and a chair, a few stools, are uniquely furnished, the indoor stove is burned with extremely precious spices, and a large pot of charcoal is burned in the hall, which dispels the dampness and cold of the rainy night.

After asking the three of them if they were taboo in meat and vegetarians, they instructed the kitchen to prepare a table of delicious dishes. Zhou Fan couldn't resist Du Zhong's warm invitation, so he had to sit on the main seat.

Du Zhong bowed his hand and said politely: "Where is the old immortal, if you want to live in Jingzhao Mansion in the future, Du will send someone to find a good courtyard for the old immortal tomorrow, and give the old immortal enough money to live every month." ”

Zhou Fan said to Du Zhong with a kind face: "Lao Dao is not a god, but he is just a way to maintain his health, and he lives a little longer than others."

Lao Dao came to Jingzhao Mansion this time, because he wanted to pass on my Quanzhen Sect here, and he also hoped that Du Mansion Yin would help. ”

Taoism is the state religion of the Great Song Dynasty, and there is no problem with missionary matters.

When the time comes, report to the Son of Heaven, there is a person in Jingzhao Mansion who is more than one hundred and fifty years old, and he will definitely be able to get a lot of benefits.

Du Zhong did not hesitate for a minute and said: "Then Du Mou asked someone to find a place with good mountains and rivers nearby for the old immortal, and how about setting up a Taoist temple." ”

"There is no need for Taoist temples, Lao Dao just wants to open a private school and teach his disciples to learn. Zhou Fan shook his head, he is not engaged in faith, and the requirements for recruiting disciples are more about good character and love to learn.

"If you want to get it, if the old fairy has any requirements, just mention it, the matter of private school, at most three days, Du Mou will definitely do it. Come, the old fairy tastes this special dish of Jingzhao Mansion. Du Zhong patted his chest and said, by the way, he used chopsticks to clip a few dishes for Zhou Fan.

Chen Daosheng next to him didn't speak, eating his meal silently. Jin Toad Dao was even more unkind, chewing the food in a big gulp, and pouring a few sips of wine into his mouth at every turn. If Zhou Fan wasn't there, maybe he would have to get started directly.

After eating this meal for almost a quarter of an hour, Du Zhong saw that Zhou Fan no longer used chopsticks, and estimated that the old man wanted to rest early, so he personally took Zhou Fan to the guest room to rest.

Chen Daosheng also went to the guest room under the guidance of his subordinates.

"Old Daoist, last time thanks to you for saving Du's life, Du has always wanted to thank him in person, there was an old fairy just now, please don't blame Du for snubbing Daoist. Du Zhong, who returned to the hall, looked grateful, picked up the wine, and saluted the golden toad.

Jin Toad Daoren buckled the shredded vegetables between the buckle teeth, and said indifferently: "There is nothing to thank, who called Lao Dao a Song person." Those Xixia people were also shameless, and sent those martial arts masters of Yipintang to assassinate Master Du, but they happened to be bumped into by the old Taoist.

By the way, remember to make the courtyard of the private school you arranged for that Taoist predecessor bigger, and the old Taoist also wants to live in it. ”

"No problem, Du will do it well, the Taoist wants to listen to the teachings in front of the old immortal, Du understands. Du Zhong placed the empty wine glass on the table.

Jin Toad Daoist glanced at him and yawned: "What do you know, Lao Dao wants to get rid of Rui Qi and live a few more years, don't say it, Lao Dao has gone to rest." ”

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Two days later, Zhou Fan and his disciple Chen Daosheng moved into the private school arranged for them by Du Fu Yin. Jin Toad Daoren also moved in casually, perhaps because Zhou Fan and Chen Daosheng were embarrassed to drive him away.

The private school opened quietly, and Zhou Fan named it Quanzhen Private School.

He didn't want to hype it up, but for some reason, the people's information was a bit unexpected to him.

"Sister Zhang, you sent your Huzi to study. ”

"It's not, I heard Aunt Liu say yesterday that the gentleman of this private school is more than 100 years old, and this knowledge is more proficient the older you get. ”

"I only found out when I was washing clothes yesterday when I listened to Aunt He's chatter, didn't I send Teng'er here quickly, I don't ask him to be a big official in the future, I will be satisfied if I can read all the words. ”

The front of the private school is crowded with people, but there are not many people who actually bring their children to study, after all, reading is a luxury, and without a certain economic foundation, the family cannot afford to support it.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone of this era are not cheap, not to mention that reading means fighting for that glimmer of life, and the family has properly lost a laborer.

Zhou Fan walked slowly to the door of the private school, and everyone who had been talking to each other stopped and looked at him respectfully.

"Ahem. Zhou Fan coughed lightly, arched his hand to everyone with a kind face, and said in a low voice: "The old man is grateful for the love of Lord Yin of the Mansion and has established a private school here."

This private school only accepts children with drooping hair, both men and women, this tuition fee can be consistent for a year, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, etc.

Applicants can register in the room. ”

After all, Zhou Fan didn't want to be polite here, so he walked to the private school with his hands.

The door was open, and the crowd did not rush in, but led their children in an orderly manner.

The ground of the road leading from the yard to the house is paved with fine bluestone slabs and tiles, which are tightly inlaid.

On the side of the road is a mahogany pavilion with marble tables and chairs, a chessboard on the tabletop, and carved porcelain cups on each side filled with black and white chess pieces.

There are also two lush banyan trees planted in the corner of the front yard, which tell how old they are.

Inside, rows of low wooden tables are placed in the hall, and a blanket is spread in front of the table for students to sit cross-legged.

At the front is a table and chair carved from pear blossom wood, and Zhou Fan is sitting upright at the table, with a wooden foot at his feet, holding a brush in his hand, ready to register students.

The whole process took a day, mainly because each student had to kowtow to Zhou Fan for tea in addition to registering, and the etiquette was very complicated.

A total of twenty-four students were admitted, and with Chen Daosheng, Zhou Fan had to teach twenty-five students every day.

Zhou Fan plans to divide students into three classes in the future: small class, middle class, and large class. Students who enter the private school start from the elementary class and study for two years, and then determine whether they will be promoted to the middle class according to their learning situation.

If you don't study well, you will either stay in the small class or be sent home.

As long as you study hard, you can graduate from the large class after six years of study, and at this time, Zhou Fan will let him choose whether to join Quanzhen.

The next day, Chen Daosheng sat in the middle of the first row, with an inkstone placed at the top right of the tabletop, and a brush reclining on the inkstone. In the middle is a three-character scripture written by Zhou Fan and several blank sheets of paper.

Although the ancients were precocious, there were many children as young as four or five years old who came to learn. Crying and screaming came and went.

Zhou Fan put away his kind face, pretended to be serious, and knocked on the table with a ring ruler. Only then did the students stop and look at the old gentleman in front of them in fear.

"Open the book in front of you, point to it, listen to me read it first, and then teach you word by word.

At the beginning of man, nature is good. Sex is similar, Xi is far away. If you don't teach, sex is migration. The way of teaching, you ...... specialized"

In the afternoon, the style of painting changes.

"One gets one, one two gets two, two two gets four, two three gets six......"