"Have you seen enough? You seem to like to see no one in your eyes, huh? ”

Hearing this voice, Brother Zhao was excited, and only then did he follow the direction of the sound and saw Yan Ping, sitting upright on a chair in front of a desk, looking at himself. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info "No, no, I'm really sorry, Brother Yan, there are so many books in your house, I suddenly thought I was in a place called a bookstore that my eldest sister said, Brother Yan, do you sell books at home?" ”

"Wen Yuan, this is the interesting child you are talking about? It's a bit exaggerated, it's not even a little polite." At this time, Zhao Di found that there was another person in the room, an elder, sixty years away, with a white beard, and a big braid of the Qing Dynasty, wearing a long cotton robe, revealing the tightly tied cotton trouser legs, using fine fabrics, with a solemn expression, sitting there, not angry but mighty. When his eyes drifted over his younger brother, his eyes were full of contempt.

Yan Ping came to the old man and bowed, "Teacher, what you said is true." After speaking, he turned to Zhao Di and said, "Don't come over to meet someone, this is my teacher, the world's famous Confucian, Mr. Huang Hongsheng."

"I don't think so." Huang Hongsheng said very bluntly.

Wu Zhaodi was a little angry, if he didn't look down on people so much, no wonder during the Cultural Revolution would call this kind of intellectuals who were old and loved to stand up to the shelf "Stinky Old Nine".

"Yes, she's only five years old, don't be like her." After speaking, he quickly gave Brother Wu Zhao a look. Brother Wu immediately understood.

"Huang Lao, I'm really sorry, I had a high fever a few years ago, and my brain was burned out, and I often didn't shine, and the people in the village knew that I was a fool, and I often sat on the threshold of my own house for most of the day. If you have a lot of them, please forgive him." After speaking, he also bowed deeply.

Hearing this, Huang Hongsheng really looked at Brother Wu Zhao with a straight eye, "You said that your brain is burned out, then who taught you these words, not to mention that in this poor countryside, even if it is a child in the city, he may not be able to talk like you, with you talking like this."

"That's right, Huang Lao, Zhaodi's grandparents were serving Baylor in the capital when they were young, especially grandpa, who served Baylor as an entourage, saw some of the world, and knew how to talk back to nobles.

"Which Baylor House?"

"It seems that I heard that the master said that it was the Guarjia clan with a yellow flag, and no matter how specific it is, I don't know about it."

"Gualga? That's a big surname, but it's good that you know this at your young age. Wenyuan, you talk to the little girl, I'll go find your grandfather, I have something to discuss."

"Teacher, you walk slowly". After Yan Ping finished speaking, he bowed slightly, and when Brother Wu Zhao saw it, he also hurriedly followed suit. Zhao Di couldn't help but sigh, it turned out that in the feudal era, the teacher was so respected, in the last life, the teacher had no status, and the obedient students also respected the teacher, but it was far from reaching such a level, and those disobedient students would not put the teacher in their eyes at all, especially in the city, the only child accounted for a large proportion, and the family was very precious. Although the scholars she has seen in this life are a little sour, she truly understands what it means to respect teachers and what it means to be courteous, righteous and honest. China should be such a country of etiquette, and it needs to be passed on forever.

"Tell me, what's the matter? With such a basket of things, you won't move your family here, will you? Yan Ping looked at Brother Wu Zhaodi in a daze again, it was very funny, before he met this little girl, he didn't think there was anything else to make him laugh, but since he met Brother Wu Zhao, he has always been curious, this little girl is younger than himself, but she is very good at talking, much more interesting than the famous ladies he knows, those little girls, either one by one are as shrewd as little adults, or they are like fast wood, or they are very rude and willful, and they think they are the sun. But Wu Zhaodi didn't, he was polite, smart and clever, but he didn't have the kind of sophistication he hated, and the most important thing was that she was always in a daze, which made her want to explore, what was she thinking, talking to her, she was inexplicably happy.

"Brother Yan, isn't it the new year, my mother asked me to send some New Year's gifts to your family, you just moved here, and you are not familiar with our village, I am afraid that you will feel lonely, in fact, our village is very good, everyone is very simple and enthusiastic, by the way, I want to correct it, I am six years old after the New Year, and I am a big child."

"Hehe, okay, big child, then I won't call you a younger brother in the future, how about calling you a big child", he couldn't help laughing out loud after speaking.

Looking at Yan Ping's current appearance, Brother Zhao was stunned, he was really good-looking, the last time I saw him, his face was very pale, and his eyebrows were sad, which made him think that he was the male version of Lin Daiyu, but now, he laughed, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze.

"Look, you're in a daze again, at a young age, you're in a daze every day, be careful of getting old, okay, I'll accept the gift, and let Steward Zhang get you a return gift in a while, you can go." Yan Ping took the bamboo frame from Brother Zhao's hand and was about to call someone in.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan, don't worry, I, I, I..."

"What? Anything else? I stammered."

"I, I want to ask you for one thing".

"What's the matter? It's hard for you to be like this."

Brother Wu Zhao lowered his head and plucked up his courage to say, "Brother Yan, I want to read and write, can you teach me?" After waiting for a while, and hearing no reply, she raised her head. Seeing that Yan Ping didn't know when he had already sat on the chair. Brother Zhao didn't speak again, just stood there quietly, looking at Yan Ping.

After a long time, so long that the younger brother thought that he would not get an answer, a voice sounded. "Why do you want to study, very few girls want to study, and most of the girls from rich families don't study, they can do the math."

"Our family is too poor, there are five sisters and brothers in our family, none of them have ever read a book, they are all grandparents tell stories, come to know the outside world, I have never seen what a book looks like in my life, and the name is very simple, otherwise I won't even know my own name, I want to study, I want my family to live better, I want to protect them."

"I'd love to teach you, but my teacher attaches great importance to my studies, and with what I know about him, he probably won't agree to let me teach you, teaching people literacy is a very laborious and time-consuming thing, but there is a way,"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a majestic voice, "No, I don't agree."