At the latest, the year after tomorrow, the Hu people will attack Dali, and this time Dali will not be as lucky as last time.

Dali lost, and Dasong lost the last land barrier!

Looking at Zhao Ping's bitter face, his mother froze his face, took the letter back, and made a trick with his hand, pulling Zhao Ping's ear with his left hand accurately, twisting and asking: "Ping'er, don't you know how many favors your uncle entrusted to you to find a chance." Tell me to my mother, haven't you studied for so long, your skin is loose, and people are lazy, do you want to tighten your skin for your mother? ”

Zhao Ping covered his ears and pointed to the west and said, "Mother, aren't the Hu people already calling, didn't I make a contribution to the Great Song Dynasty?" ”

The mother hesitated for a moment, but twisted Zhao Ping's ears even harder, and said: "You little brat, national affairs, that is the affairs of the imperial court, what can you do, you little brat." Besides, everything is inferior, only reading is high. The most important thing for you now is to study well for your mother. ”

Speaking of this, the mother said temptingly: "Besides, the county town is more lively than Zhaojiazhuang, and eating, dressing and playing are far from being comparable to Zhaojiazhuang." ”

No matter how lively it is, can it compare to the county seat of later generations? But I can't say that.

Besides, if he leaves, what will happen to his several disciples? And what about martial arts?

Zhao Ping had to instruct several of his disciples to study with peace of mind and do their homework, and the homework should be sent to the county seat for regular inspection, and if necessary, one could be sent to the county seat to study and come back to teach them.

The next day, Zhao Ping was personally escorted onto the boat by his mother and set off for the county seat.

After hesitating, Wang Gou'er still whispered: "Master, when you go to the county school, you must be careful of Wang Zihe, the disciple feels that he has bad intentions towards you." ”

Zhao Ping nodded, leaving Zhaojiazhuang for the first time to go to the county seat more than thirty miles away.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being a county seat, with a population of more than 20,000 people alone, and it is surrounded by walls as high as three zhang.

After paying the entry tax at the city gate, Zhao Ping and his entourage entered the county seat.

The county seat is built according to the mountainous terrain, Zhao Ping only sees the stone street under his feet, there are apricot yellow signboards fluttering everywhere in front of him, oil mills, cloth mills, vinegar mills, silk mills, silk mills, iron mills, inns, restaurants, green buildings, brothels, pawnshops, money villages, pharmacies, etc. are dazzling.

People come and go on the street, ox carts, donkeys, flat-headed carts, wheelbarrows, etc. keep passing by Zhao Ping, and the sound of shouting such as selling sugar gourds, drinking cakes, and sharpening knives keeps coming.

The yamen is located in the center of the entire county, next to the school.

Zhao Tian rented a few shops on North Street next to the Yamen, and there were also a few signboards with apricot yellow fluttering in the wind, one of which was written Zhao's workshop, and the other two signboards were poems written about fairy furnaces and fairy soaps, and it seemed that Zhao Tian and they did know how to advertise.

When Zhao Ping came, he saw more than a dozen young scholars pointing at the poems he had written.

"What's the harm with the dirt all over the body, the fairy soap is white and light after use. The dark clouds dispersed, and the blue sky appeared, and the disgusting rag was replaced with a new outfit. ”

After reciting a poem, a young student of about fourteen shook his head and said, "It's not proper, it's proper? It is not proper, how can those who study below do the things of merchants if they set their hearts for heaven and earth, ask for the lives of the people, and open peace for all generations. ”

His words were nodded in agreement by some of the scholars.

"Houyi's bow rings a golden black pendant, and the reincarnation immortal furnace is extraordinary. Nine turns and hundreds of refinements want to become enlightened, and release brilliance to help the world. ”

Another thirteen-year-old boy in a brocade robe spat on the ground and said, "Phew! When did Jin Crow reincarnate this stove, isn't this a pit and a deception? This person came up and went online, which made Zhao Ping frown, but fortunately, after a few people echoed his words occasionally, the others did not say anything.

The other twelve-year-old boy also shook his head and groaned:

"It has been 10,000 years since the Golden Crow fell, and he is hiding underground to refine immortals. Burn yourself to offer warmth, leaving light to warm the world. ”

After reciting, the man then said: "Regardless of whether the golden crow fell here or not, the last two sentences are indeed pursued by the next generation of scholars." ”

His words were praised by many readers, and the scholar who was going to go online on Zhao Ping's poems opened his mouth a few times, but finally did not make a sound.

Zhao Ping couldn't help but have a straight line of affection for this scholar.

The thirteen-year-old boy suddenly saluted a few fifty scribes: "Yuan Xuezheng, Yu Xuelu, Yan Fuzi, and Xiong Fuzi are polite." The scholars also saluted together.

It turned out that these were the county school's Xuezheng, Xuelu, and Master, and I saw that they also carefully looked at Zhao Ping's poems, and one of them was extremely thin and the old man shook his sleeves: "Insulting Sven."

The other three shook their heads as well and left.

Zhao Ping frowned, these may be his teachers and classmates, and now they have prejudices against themselves, and they will be difficult to get along with in the future.

Uncle's Jingyuan Restaurant is in the middle of the yamen and the east gate, and the location is passable, but the uncle, who likes to read, did not go into battle in person, but handed it over to a shopkeeper to take care of.

Zhao Tian booked a private room upstairs to catch Zhao Ping and them.

Zhao Ping tasted it, the taste was too far from that of later generations, but stir-fried food was already a high-end dish in this era.

My uncle has a small courtyard near the restaurant, with seven houses, and Zhao Ping came here after lunch. In the middle of the living room is the table of eight immortals, on both sides are circle chairs, a pair of landscape paintings are hung on the table, and the side of the living room is a bamboo bush painting and calligraphy hanging strip, and the plaque reads the words "quiet and far-reaching".

Zhao Ping thought about it, isn't his uncle's Jingyuan Restaurant an abbreviation of "Tranquility Zhiyuan"? It seems that the uncle is indeed elegant.

Seeing his mother and Zhao Ping, Cuizhu, and Lan'er coming in, my uncle immediately put down the book in his hand, made an inviting gesture with both hands, and shouted in surprise in his mouth: "Yueniang, Ping'er, here, come, sit, sit." ”

Seeing the list on the gift list and the burden on the box, as well as the flat-headed car outside, my uncle was taken aback and said, "Yueniang, there are so many gifts, no, no." ”

My aunt snatched the gift list, her eyes lit up, her eyebrows raised, and she said, "One hundred high-grade fairy soaps, three fairy furnaces, and three hundred fairy charcoals." Yueniang, this gift is too heavy. No, my sister-in-law can't accept it. "My aunt learned through the rumored vendors that although the high-grade fairy soap is only 200 wen here, it is 300 wen in Changzhou, 500 wen in Chongqing, and one tael of silver in Lin'an.

When my aunt said this, the gift list was still clutched tightly in her hand, and she looked down at Zhao Ping carefully, and couldn't help but praise it: "Ping'er, now your body is much stronger than before, and she is also handsome." Mer, come and see your cousin. ”

Li Hanmei lifted the corner of her skirt, lowered her head and slowly came in, followed by a little girl who was two years older than Lan'er.

While walking, she secretly looked at Zhao Ping, saw Zhao Ping, and said "hum" in her mouth, and then turned her head over.

Zhao Ping thought to himself, this cousin still doesn't like him.

My aunt stepped forward to hold Li Hanmei's hand, looked at her hand and asked, "Are you going to practice Zheng or learn to paint?" Tell for the mother. ”

Li Hanmei rubbed her little hands, frowned, and then shook her aunt's arm with both hands and asked, "Mother, I have already learned painting." It's just that the master who taught the kite was so fierce that his hands were red and swollen, and I didn't learn it. I really don't want to learn. At this, she couldn't help but whimper and sobbed softly.

The aunt glanced at Zhao Ping, frowned and raised her right hand high, and was about to fan her, seeing her daughter's suddenly pale face, she suddenly gently picked up her little hand, drank softly, and then stroked her face to wipe her tears, and said gently: "Mei'er, a strict teacher is a high apprentice." I believe that after a few years, you will experience the hard work of being a mother. ”

Then he was embarrassed to say to his mother: "Let Yueniang laugh, Mei'er is stubborn and difficult to educate." ”

The mother glanced at Li Hanmei a few times and said, "Mei'er is smart and merciful, and she will definitely succeed." ”

Zhao Ping thought to himself, this cousin should obviously learn to be impatient, otherwise how could she be beaten by the master.

The aunt looked back and forth at Zhao Ping and Li Hanmei, wanting to say a few words, but finally sighed, and then glanced at the uncle.

Uncle hesitated for a few moments, glanced at Zhao Ping a few times, and said, "Yueniang, things have changed. ”

The mother's face changed greatly, and after looking at Zhao Ping, she looked at her uncle, frowned and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Uncle was a little embarrassed and said: "The county school has a lot of applications and limited places for this special recruitment. Through multi-party relationships, the county school has promised that there is no problem, but the number of students is limited, there are too many registrations, and they must take exams and be hired on the basis of merit. At this, he looked up and sighed.

When Zhao Ping heard this, isn't it better, the county school can't go in, and he just went back to his old business, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Suddenly, there was a burst of pain in Zhao Ping's ears, and at the same time, his mother's reprimand: "Don't think about it when you go back, you must be admitted to your mother." Do you hear that? Speaking of which, the mother has unconsciously increased her efforts to turn around.

Zhao Ping covered his ears and replied with a bitter face: "Mother, Ping'er understands." ”

Suddenly, there were two "fluttering" laughs in my ears.

Zhao Ping felt that the pain in his ears suddenly relaxed, and he couldn't help but look towards laughter, but he saw Li Hanmei with contempt on her face, and the little girl covered her mouth, it seemed that the laughter came from her.

Cuizhu and Lan'er couldn't help but be furious and glared at her fiercely.

Li Hanmei turned around and held the little girl's hand, and said "hum" to Cuizhu and Lan'er.

Zhao Ping shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to this arrogant little girl.

The county school appears quiet, the two sides are pine trees, behind is a towering yellow cypress tree, two layers, the whole layout is a field shape, there are four small patios in the shape of the field character, it is convenient for the light to enter, there are more than 400 students, it is divided into the professor's room, the teacher and student dormitory, the lecture hall, the library pavilion, the temple shrine, the garden tablet gallery.

The gate is an archway with a banner on it - Changyuan County School.

The doorman looked at his uncle and nodded.

His uncle led him through several corridors to a room where there were many poems and calligraphy, a landscape painting in the center, and a number of thread-bound books in the bookcase on the side. The stone inkstone ink on the desk is faint, and an old man is immersed in calligraphy, and the handwriting on the paper is vigorous and dignified.

Zhao Ping looked up and couldn't help but be surprised, isn't this Yuan Xuezheng who threw his sleeves at his advertising poem yesterday?

Looks like things are going to be difficult!