He had seen Zhu Xi's portrait before, and he really didn't think that the big fat man had anything to be obsessed with, why Luo Jia was so obsessed with him, it was simply incomprehensible.

Forget about the research in class, and when he went back to the dormitory after class, when Xie Xiang wanted to relax and read some private scripts, Luo Jia would recite it aloud somewhere. Xie Xiang was dizzy and had to admire his perseverance.

In the morning's class, Xie Xiang sat on the ground, listening carefully to the master's explanation of what problems were in the articles handed in last time. Then there is the Master's own method of writing the Eight Strands.

Xie Xiang listened very carefully, he knew that most of the masters invited in the county school were really talented and learned. And this Zhao master, who is over sixty years old, is said to be an official who has retired somewhere. He has a deep attainment in Baguwen.

Speaking of which, Xie Xiang didn't have much resistance to Bagu. Even, he has a deep admiration for the people who do well in Bagu.

In addition to shackling people's minds, it is not easy to do well in terms of style. Just like Wu Jingzi said in "The History of Confucianism": "If the eight strands of literature are done well, whatever you do, if you want poetry, you will be endowed, it will be a whip and a mark, and a slap and a palm blood." ”

Therefore, Xie Xiang still spends a lot of time and energy on how to do a good job in Baguwen.

What's more, Xie Xiang knew that his father had deep expectations for him.

Although the mother didn't say it, Xie Xiang could see her gaze clearly.

Thinking of his mother, Xie Xiang was a little distracted, the Lantern Festival in the thirty-fifth year of Wanli, he was ...... after all didn't wait for Xia Xueyi.

And after that, there was no news of him. I don't know if he is good or bad, although Xie Xiang firmly believes that Xia Xueyi must still be in the world, but he doesn't understand why he has never let people bring any news.

Thinking of this, Xie Xiang frowned, his mother had been blaming herself for why she couldn't find Xia Xueyi, all these years of hard work, and when she went home a few days ago, she was much weaker when she went home to see her...... Isn't that a good sign for going on like this......

"Xie Xiang! Listen to the words of the saints during class, what do you think? Zhao Fuzi blew his beard and stared at his distracted student, this Xie Xiaoyu is brilliant and has a wanton literary style, but he is young and uncertain, so he can't say that he has to polish and polish it well.

"Well, Master."

Xie Xiang suddenly woke up and quickly got up from his chair, and the students around him whispered, most of them looking at him gloatingly.

Xie Xiang looked around, smiled slightly, and said aloud to the somewhat angry master, "Master, the student listened to the master's words and how to get into the question, and unconsciously admired your attainments, Master. Just now, the master mentioned the question of your essay when you entered the course, and the students couldn't help but think about how to enter the question if they were themselves. But after thinking about it, it is not as subtle as Mr. after all, so I am a little ashamed. I think of the time when my master was in the department...... will be thinking about it. This is really the fault of the students. ”

After finishing speaking, Xie Xiang asked Master Zhao with a face full of shame.

Zhao Fuzi touched his beard expressionlessly, and listened without interrupting. After Xie Xiang finished speaking, Zhao Fuzi took the ring ruler from the table and tossed it in his hand. After Zhao Xiong saw it, he looked at Xie Xiang mockingly, did he really think that he could bluff people by saying a few beautiful words?