Wuyin County, south of the city, Sifangli.

The meaning of Sifangli is the people who gather from all over the world, and most of the people who live here are exiled from outside the dancing yin.

In recent years, the management of the imperial court has been chaotic, and the local uprisings have not stopped, especially since the Yellow Turban Uprising, the bandits in various places, those with a little strength will hang the name of the Yellow Turban, and the righteous and awe-inspiring uprising will attack the county seat.

Some of them were exiled here and wanted to settle down, but they had no land, and most of them had to work as tenants and long-term laborers, not as good as the poor peasants in the suburban villages who could still have a few acres of land, and they had no land or houses, so they could only live here.

A small compound.

This small courtyard is quiet in the middle of the noise, it seems that it is just thatched to build, but it has quite an elegant charm, surrounded by a fence, in the courtyard, a big banyan tree stands, under the banyan tree, the straw mat woven from straw is spread on the ground, several square wooden tables are placed, and before the case, there are five children sitting.

In front of the children, there was a middle-aged man in a cloth robe, the middle-aged man did not look very old, but his temples were already white, and although there were several patches in the cloth clothes, he looked very clean and tidy, and his hair was neat, and he was tied up in a wooden hairpin.

"Zhong Ni said, the gentleman is modest, the villain is anti-modest, the gentleman is mean, the gentleman is in the middle, the villain is anti-mean, and the villain has few fears!"

The middle-aged man in cloth held a scroll of bamboo slip books in his hand, shaking his head and chattering.

"Zhong Ni said, the gentleman is modest, the villain is anti-modest, the gentleman is mean, the gentleman is in the middle, the villain is anti-mean, and the villain has few fears!"

"Zhong Ni said, the gentleman is modest, the villain is anti-modest, the gentleman is mean, the gentleman is in the middle, the villain is anti-mean, and the villain has few fears!"

Of the five children in the hall, the oldest was only eight years old, and the youngest was less than six years old, only five years old, and they were all from poor families, and they had not been studying for a long time, so it was impossible for them to understand the meaning.

But they read along, and they read it very seriously.

"That's it!"

After reading a few times in a row, the middle-aged cloth put away the books in his hand, and then said to the children: "I will teach here this morning, and after you go back at noon, you should study hard, and in the afternoon, Mr. will memorize it!" ”

"Yes!"

Several children stood up and bowed.

After the elder child saluted, he took out a small bamboo basket from under the desk, and there were five eggs in the bamboo basket, he stepped forward and handed it to the gentleman: "Sir, this is the egg laid by my hen, please don't dislike it!" ”

They are all children of nearby residents, and their families are poor and cannot afford to pay the gifts, so they can only compensate with some eggs and vegetables on weekdays.

"Okay, thank you Chen Xiu!"

The middle-aged cloth did not refuse and accepted this heart.

After class, the other four children had already packed up their bookbaskets and left the courtyard, only the youngest child, a little drowsy, was trying to fall asleep on the desk.

"Jiang San!" The middle-aged man in cloth was suddenly angry, and his voice was loud.

"Daddy!"

The tiger-headed child reflexively jumped up, a little monkey who was alive, he had no silver three hundred taels here, and shouted: "I didn't sleep!" ”

"Humph!"

The middle-aged man in cloth snorted coldly, without the kindness and tolerance of being a gentleman, only the burning anger of anger, and roared angrily: "Jiang San, give me time to stand here for an hour, otherwise you are not allowed to eat!" ”

"Oh!"

The child was not afraid, he lowered his head, quietly, quietly, looked at his father's angry face, looked at the eggs in his father's hands, there were eggs to eat? He thought to himself, it is better to stand still, otherwise his father will be angry.

Tuk Tuk !!

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

The middle-aged cloth clothes felt that they had restrained their emotions, regained their indifferent expression, and said indifferently: "Come in!" ”

Outside the fence gate, Mu Jing took Tan Zong, Tan Zong held a gift in his hand, and the two pushed open the simple door and walked in.

"Who are you looking for?"

The middle-aged man of Buyi looked at the two teenagers, and the brocade robes they were wearing were made of Shuchuan silk, especially the young man who walked in front, obviously extraordinary, at this age, most of the people who could have such momentum were children of the family.

He has always been a little disgusted with the children of the family, so his eyes have become cold.

"I'm looking for Mr. Jiang Lu!"

"I am!" Jiang Lu stood up and protected his child behind him, and he couldn't help but have a trace of vigilance in his eyes.

"In Xia Mujing, meet sir!"

Mu Jing performed a Confucian etiquette.

"Mujing?" Jiang Lu squinted slightly, this name was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a while, his face was as cold as ever: "I don't know what you have to do?" ”

"Door-to-door guests!"

Mu Jing smiled and said: "Sir is a person who reads, so he won't even know such basic etiquette!" ”

He could see that Jiang Lu was not interested in him, and he was very vigilant.

"San'er, prepare tea!" Jiang Lu frowned and said in a low voice.

"Dad, where does the tea come from in our house!"

The child Tong Jiang San pulled the corner of his father's clothes and said in a low voice.

In today's era, some of the tea is expensive, and the tea produced either comes from the south of Shuchuan or from the land of South Vietnam, and there are fewer tea merchants, and they cannot be enjoyed by non-dignitaries.

"Then go boil the water!" Jiang Luda's face was a little red, and he glared fiercely at his son who was demolishing.

"Oh!"

This child is sensible, he gives his father enough face in front of outsiders, and he is as well-behaved as a little sheep, and he goes to boil water.

"It's a guest, please take a seat!" After all, Jiang Lu is a Confucian disciple, and etiquette is still indispensable, so he stretched out his hand to invite.

"Thank you!"

Mu Jing pressed Tan Zong's hand, Tan Zong took a step back, and he himself stepped forward and knelt on the straw mat, facing Jiang Lu.

"The cold door is concise, if there is any neglect, please bear with me!" Jiang Ludao.

"Mr. Gao Feng Liang Festival, how many wealthy families in the city want to invite Mr. to come to teach, but for the sake of the children in the Quartet, Mr. would rather live here than be moved by fame and fortune, and admire it!" Mu Jing had done a lot of homework before he came.

This Jiang Lu himself is a foreigner, but also a native of Jingzhou, from Lingling County, in the past he only went north to visit relatives, but because of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, he stayed, and then I don't know why I have been staying here.

He himself is a scholar, and he lives by educating children in these four directions, and he is surrounded by poor families, who do not have much income, and can barely get by, and his life is not very rich, and he has a child by his side, which is even more difficult.

But his talent is not simple.

There was once a scholar in Wuyin County who felt that he was extraordinary, and wanted to invite the children of his clan to teach, but in the end he refused, and this scholar felt a little lost, so there was a struggle between scholars, Confucian debate.

Scholars, full of economic prosperity to create a tongue and a lotus, the tongue is a knife, the tongue is a sword, in the shadow of the sword, a mouth can say that a person is dead, but also can talk about a person.

And the truth is that the more you discern, the clearer it becomes.

So there is the Confucian debate.

Confucian debate is a dry fight between scholars, a bloodless battle, the winner can get supreme honor, and the loser will be ruined, one word heaven, one word hell.

Jiang Lu single-handedly provoked the warrior clan to send four Confucians, each of whom was a well-known Confucian in Wuyin County.

And he won.

Since then, he has been known as the first person in the cold family to dance Yin Shilin.

"Childe knows a lot about so-and-so?"

Jiang Lu squinted slightly.

This young man gave him a very strange feeling, at the beginning, it was a bit of a pomp of a child of a family, but when he felt it carefully, it was a bit of a superior.

"When you come to the door, how can you be rude in your hands, a small gift, not a respect!" Mu Jing waved his hand, and Tan Zong handed over the brocade box in his hand.

"No merit is not rewarded!"

Jiang Lu frowned, and did not pick it up, but said coldly.

"I'm very guilty of picking this gift, sir, don't look at it!" Mu Jing said with a smile.

"What do you mean by Childe?" Jiang Lu was unmoved.

"I want to invite my husband to teach my students!"

Mujing is straight to the point.

"Please forgive me for saying yes!" Jiang Lu shook his head.

"Sir, don't think about it!"

"Among the scholars, there are quite a lot of scholars, there are not many more than me, and there are many less than me, why should the son force it?"

"Why does the gentleman think that I am a member of the noble clan?"

Mu Jingleng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the clothes he was wearing seemed to have been sent by Zhang Heng's silk village, which was quite precious, and it seemed that he had been misunderstood.

"Isn't it?"

Jiang Lu frowned, he didn't think that among the scholars of the Hanmen, there was such a young man with such a bearing and bearing.

"Let's talk about it first!" Mu Jing arched his hand: "A certain Mu Jing, the word dragon picture, from Jingping Village outside the city, my father pastor...... Mountain! ”

"Yellow Turban Thief?" Jiang Road's face changed slightly.