Chapter 020
After saying goodbye to Mrs. Hou, seeing that it was almost midnight, Fu Jun took Shijiang and Qingman, and followed the three sisters to the Sanjing Grassland. This is where Cheng Fuzi taught.
Sanjing Caolu is located on the southeast side of the Hou Mansion's back house, it is a two-storey small building, the small window is simple, the hall is bright and clean, and the inside is a color of beech wood furniture, which is very elegantly arranged. Downstairs is the place where the classes are taught, and upstairs is a small study with some light reading materials for the girls to read at their leisure.
After entering the Three Realms Cottage, Fu Jia regarded herself as the master and introduced the things in the Three Mirrors Cottage to Fu Jun one by one. At the end, Fu Jia pointed to a few more tables and said with a little arrogance: "First of all, tell you that the table by the window is mine." ”
"This table against the wall is mine!" Fu Yao also rushed to say. Although she is a concubine, her biological mare Aunt Ma is quite favored in the second room, relying on her mother's power, Fu Yao's temperament is a little flamboyant, and there are no fewer bumps and bumps with Fu Jia on weekdays, and she is also busy coming over to swear sovereignty at this time.
The window and the wall were farther away from the Master, and each of the two children occupied one, and the two tables in the center were completely in front of the Master's eyes.
Fu Jun didn't want to fight with the little girl, so she nodded and said, "I know." After that, he took his eyes to look at Fu Zhen again. The three sisters all entered school earlier than her, and she, who entered after school, naturally had to listen to the arrangement of her senior sister.
Fu Jia seemed to have just remembered Fu Zhen at this time, turned her head to look at her, rolled her eyes, and said with a smile: "I forgot that my eldest sister is still here." Speaking of which, the eldest sister is really similar to the fourth sister, they are like the gourd with a sawy mouth, and they don't like to talk. After saying that, he hid his mouth and laughed, and his eyes slipped to Fu Yao again.
Fu Jun really doesn't understand, where did Fu Jia's spirit of taking out his identity to talk about things come from? Fu Zhen and Fu Yao in this house are both concubines, although Fu Jun is a concubine, she is the daughter of a concubine. Only Fu Jia is the descendant of the whole beard and the whole tail, the most respectful identity, and has taken the lead, but he still likes to laugh at others about this. Isn't she afraid of pulling hatred? You know, it's three to one.
Fu Zhen smiled a little awkwardly and did not speak. Fu Yao woke up early, her face immediately turned red, and she said sarcastically: "That's right, who is better than the second sister's eloquent mouth, and better than the storyteller." If the second sister speaks, what kind of female ancestors can't bow down? ”
As soon as Fu Jia heard this, a pair of eyebrows stood up, and he said angrily: "Who do you say is the female ancestor?" ”
"Whoever wants to be a woman is a woman." Fu Yao sneered at each other and did not back down.
"You dare to scold me?" Without the elders in front of him, Fu Jia also appeared as a prototype, and stretched out his eyebrows and pointed at Fu Yao. If you cross your waist again, it will be a standard campus gangster look.
Fu Zhen saw that this posture was not good, so she hurriedly stepped forward to persuade: "The third sister should say a few words, and the second sister should sit down, the master is coming soon." ”
"Why did the big sister tell me to say less first? Obviously, the second sister said it first. "Fu Yao quit.
"What do you mean by that, big sister? Why do I have to sit down when the Master comes? Am I wrong? Fu Jia didn't want to.
Fu Zhen was so anxious that her face was full of burnt. She wasn't a talker, but she was even more clumsy at the moment, so she just said vigorously: "I didn't mean that, second sister, third sister, listen to me......"
Where did Fu Jia and Fu Yao hear her, they unanimously turned their guns and aimed their guns at Fu Zhen, and Fu Zhen was immediately bombarded with guns.
Seeing this scene, Fu Jun, who was short and weak, withdrew from the battle group very wisely, sat on the seat, and watched the sisters quarrel with his two fat hands on his chin, with a thoughtful expression.
It's not an interesting thing for a little girl to quarrel, the reason why Fu Jun looks so seriously is because she found an interesting phenomenon: her eldest sister Fu Zhen, although her face is full of anxiety, as if she is too anxious to speak, but the corner of her left mouth will occasionally subconsciously raise slightly.
This action made Fu Jun care very much. Because, this is the most obvious expression of contempt.
Generally speaking, the left half of a person's face is more likely to reveal the true emotions inside, because most people's facial expressions are controlled by the right brain, and left-handers are the opposite. And judging from Fu Zhen's micro-expression, she was trying to persuade on the surface, but in fact, she looked down on these two sisters, or at least one of them, very much in her heart.
This discovery made Fu Jun feel very interested. Once again, she discovered how interesting it is for human instincts to react to micro-expressions. No amount of lies and pretenses can defeat the instinct in the heart. This is also the reason why Fu Jun has been working hard to study micro-expressions in his previous life, and finally applied to enter the University of Minston to specialize in criminal psychology.
It's a pity that she only studied at the University of Minston for two months before she came to this plane. As for criminal psychology, she didn't even touch the skin. Thinking of this, Fu Jun felt a trace of gloom in his heart.
"Girl, Master Cheng is almost here!" The big girl coral beside Fu Jia had been standing by the door, and suddenly reminded at this time.
"Sit down, girl." Chunyan, the girl next to Fu Zhen, also stepped forward, took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and put it on the table.
Looking at the calm appearance of these two maids, it seems that they are accustomed to this scene. A few people quarreled just now, and I didn't see them come out to persuade them. As you can imagine, this must have happened from time to time.
Hearing that Cheng Fuzi was about to arrive, Fu Jia and a few others hurriedly returned to their table and sat down. There have already been maids who stepped forward to put porcelain pots, paper boxes, pen grids and other things. Shijiang also took out the things in the pen cover and inkstone bag, and placed them properly for Fu Jun one by one. For a time, the grassland of the three realms was peaceful, and there was no noisy scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping.
At the second moment, Master Cheng stepped into the room on time, and the four sisters of the Fu family all got up and performed the discipleship ceremony.
Cheng Fuzi is about 30 years old, with thin eyebrows and light eyes, not tall, and he is not outstanding, but he is quiet and elegant in his charm, giving people a sense of beauty.
Cheng Fuzi gently asked the four girls to sit first, and then asked Fu Zhen and the other three to present the homework assigned before. Fu Jun took the opportunity to look at the book in front of him.
The women's enlightenment book in this time and space is "The Female Commandment", and the one in front of Fu Jun is obviously for children, and the words are printed very large, and there are only one or twenty words on a page. After reading two pages, Fu Jun sadly found that he was now basically semi-literate, and he had to learn to read and write traditional Chinese characters from scratch.
Because Fu Zhen and the other three are not much different in age, their course progress is the same, and the "Female Commandment" has been learned, and now they are starting to talk about the "Female Analects". And Fu Jun, the person with the lowest level of education, can only wait for her three sisters to finish learning before she can start her literacy class.
In the first half of the class, Cheng Fuzi taught two passages of "The Analects of Women" to the three eldest girls, and asked the three of them to recite the passages in the book separately. Among them, Fu Zhen's performance is the best, not only reciting fluently, but also understanding very well. Fu Jia is second, and Fu Yao is at the bottom.
In the second half of the course, Master Cheng asked them to memorize the new passages they learned today. Then he walked up to Fu Jun and asked her, "Can you read words?" ”
Just now, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Fu Jun having been flipping through the book, looking like she was literate, so she asked.
Fu Jun nodded and said, "Father and mother have taught a few words. ”
That's true. Fu Geng and Wang both taught Fu Jun to read a few sentences of the "Three Character Classic", and Wang also taught Fu Jun to write hand-in-hand. However, due to the complexity of the matter, the two did not teach much.
Cheng Fuzi still had a gentle smile on his face, and asked Fu Jun to read a passage of "The Female Commandment" first.
Fu Jun picked up the book and read it in a slurp...... What kind of heart is sleepy at night, diligent and not tired, and now and then, it is to know and avoid hearing. ”
With a "poof", Fu Jia couldn't help but laugh first, and then Fu Yao also laughed. Although Fu Zhen didn't smile, when she turned her head to look at Fu Jun, the corners of her mouth subconsciously lifted.
Fu Jun also blushed a little. There were some words she really didn't recognize. In the last few years of her previous life, she spoke more English than Chinese, and her classical knowledge was really lacking.
Fortunately, Cheng Fuzi didn't say anything more, and his expression remained the same. In the following time, she led Fu Jun to read the first paragraph of "The Female Commandment" softly, and arranged a few large characters to explain what she would recite in the next class, and the class was over. Fu Jun looked at the leak in the classroom: Chen Zheng two quarters. It happened to be an hour.
There is a quarter of an hour break after class. Cheng Fuzi did not restrict the girls, and took the maids to the courtyard for a walk and rest. Without the master in front, the girls were more comfortable. Shi Jiang walked up to Fu Jun and asked her softly if she was hungry and if she wanted to eat some snacks.
Fu Jun asked her to pour a bowl of tea. Fang Cai was really a little nervous in that class, and Fang Jue's mouth was dry at the moment.
Fu Jia walked over at this time, stood in front of Fu Jun's table and said with a smile: "The fourth sister is really interesting to study. As she spoke, she lifted the handkerchief in her hand to cover her lips and smiled lightly, and her posture was very elegant.
Fu Jun picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, without saying a word, and the right to be Fu Jia did not exist.
The smile on Fu Jia's face faded, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he put down his face and said, "The fourth sister is so big, my sister talked to you, but she ignored a word." Who taught you the rules to be so disrespectful to your sister? After that, there was disdain in his eyes.
Hearing this, Fu Jun was also a little annoyed. She can not worry about children, but if the other party is a bear child, she will not be polite.
She gently put the teacup on the table, stood up, looked directly into Fu Jia's eyes and said, "Since the second sister asked me, I can't help but reply." My sister, this rule was learned from the second sister. How did the second sister treat the big sister, and how did the sister treat you now. Why, could it be that the attitude of the second sister Fang Cai towards the eldest sister is actually disrespectful? ”
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