The spring ploughing in the states and counties is finally over, but the latest decree has caused a commotion, the people have their own way of celebrating the harvest, but now it has been canceled by the government, which inevitably loses a lot of fun, after all, the people of Li are not like those eunuchs, they can go hunting and archery in their leisure time, and some can find three or five friends to play, comment on history, etc., the people can only sit at home now, and wait for the seedlings to grow out of the field to remove weeds and catch pests, such days are a little boring after all.

Uncle Yang doesn't care about those, in Uncle Yang's opinion, people can also find someone to play games in their leisure time, etc.

But he miscalculated, that is, the ordinary people have a few games, and there are a few literate people, and the literate ones are either preparing to become a staff member in the palace or laying the foundation for becoming a traveling scholar, hoping that one day their reputation can reach the heavens, and then enter the court as a scholar, which is also caused by Uncle Yang's change of law. The idea of these scholars is good, but it is a pity that Uncle Yang has long said that he will not need to be a big person, and he has cut many useless officials, so it is really difficult to become an official now.

Uncle Yang still got up early every day, stood in the courtyard and silently recalled the new decree, thought about whether there was anything that needed to be added, and then returned to the house, ate some food brought by the old housekeeper, and began to lecture to Yang Jin.

Speaking of which, there is nothing that he needs to deal with actively, so he has a lot of leisure, and during these times he began to teach Yang Jin to read seriously, Yang Jin is also smart, although he can't reach what Old Master Kong said, and it is not much worse, every time he comes to this, Uncle Yang always patiently explains, until he really understands, he does not stop.

The weather has completely warmed up, the climate is warm, and everything seems cozy and comfortable. Uncle Yang finally put down the copper furnace in his arms.

Zihua hadn't appeared since the last time he left in a hurry inexplicably, and Uncle Yang suddenly missed him, but as for whether he missed Zihua or his wine, it was unknown.

Uncle Yang stood at the door with a wine cup, the more he drank the sake in the wine cup, the more he felt unpleasant, and he couldn't help but sigh a little melancholy, "It's still the wine of 'Yueyang Wine Shop' is delicious", turned around and went back to the house, looking at Yang Jin sitting on the mat shaking his head and reciting the book, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he was studying art in the mountain.

When Uncle Yang was eight years old, one day he was following his mother to sweep the dead leaves falling from the old tree in front of the door, which was the support for him, his mother and Aunt Qin to survive this winter. Suddenly, an old man in a Taoist robe came next to him, this person said that it was an old man but it was not very appropriate, his straight figure did not look like an old man, but the nicks on his face did not look like a young man, especially those eyes, as sharp as a falcon.

When the Taoist priest saw Uncle Yang, he suddenly let out a "huh", walked over and grabbed Uncle Yang's left hand. At that time, it was popular to look at the bones, but Uncle Yang's mother didn't believe in these very much, she felt that this was a deceptive business of the monk, so she frowned and wanted to reprimand the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest had already let go of his hand, stroked the handful of goat's beard on his chin with his left hand, and said, "What a rare nobleman." ”

Although Uncle Yang's mother doesn't believe in touching the bones and looking at the face, what mother would not like others to praise her son? So she didn't say anything more.

The Taoist priest continued to look at Uncle Yang, and Uncle Yang also looked at the Taoist priest, without the slightest timidity, he was afraid that this old Taoist priest wanted to bully his mother like the splash skin that came the day before yesterday, and the splash skin was smashed in the head by himself with a stone, if this old Taoist priest dared to stretch out his hand today, he didn't mind smashing another one.

The Taoist priest obviously didn't know what this little doll was thinking, and after a long time, he only heard him say again: "It's a pity, there is a bad breath in the face, if you meet a lover, it is unspeakably expensive, although you can't be high, it's not much different, but this lover is only afraid of being difficult to find, if there is no good person, I'm only afraid of ......."

The Taoist priest shook his head, turned around and was about to leave, when Yang Mu hurriedly asked, "Daoist, what do you say will happen to this child?" "If you don't believe it, it doesn't mean that she is not afraid, Uncle Yang's father died early, and she took care of it alone, and she was determined to make Uncle Yang a useful person.

The Taoist priest looked at Mother Yang, thought for a long time, and suddenly said: "If Mrs. is relieved of the old Taoist priest, Poor Dao wants to take him to the mountains to study." ”

Mother Yang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again: "Okay, just allow me to prepare something for him tonight, and then set off tomorrow." ”

The Taoist priest nodded, and agreed. This night, Uncle Yang watched his mother busy packing up the burden for himself, there were tears in his eyes from time to time, but not a single tear came out, she cleaned up all night, in fact, it was just a little thing, she knew that this kind of wandering Taoist priest could neither ride a horse nor drive back, and could only rely on two legs, so she didn't load too many things for Uncle Yang, only packed a thick linen clothes, a cake baked with the only remaining bran noodles, the child was still growing a body, she only had these, give it to the child.

That night, Mother Yang sat next to Uncle Yang's head until the old Taoist priest came to knock on the door, she got up and walked over, her eyes were very red.

Mother Yang called the old Taoist priest aside and didn't know what to say, and soon the old Taoist priest came over to greet Uncle Yang to leave, Uncle Yang knew that he was going to leave his mother, tears rolled in his eyes, and only heard Mother Yang say: "Uncle, the eldest husband should be known to the world with his knowledge, and there will be no interest in staying by his mother's side, remember, if he can't learn that his mother is satisfied, he is not allowed to come back!" ”

Uncle Yang touched a handful of tears and turned to leave, who could know that he would never see each other again. As for the letter that his mother often came from, Uncle Yang really didn't know what she sent it from, but the handwriting was indeed his mother, so he didn't ask.

The two of them walked from Yunzhou to Zizhou for more than a month, and fortunately the Taoist priest had some money in this month, otherwise he was afraid that he would starve to death on the way. Uncle Yang had never seen where a Taoist priest went to get money, but every time he had eaten a meal, he would take out those copper coins from his wide sleeves, which was the first thing that surprised Uncle Yang.

The old Taoist priest took Uncle Yang to Guanghua Mountain in Zizhou, there are only a few thatched houses on the mountain, these houses are hidden in the smoke, the foot of the mountain can not be seen at all, climb up the mountain and pass through the circle of smoke that surrounds the mountainside like an apron to see clearly, once through those smoke, there is no smoke on the top of the mountain, the surrounding environment is excellent, there is a small waterfall not far away, there are many fish jumping in it. The trees and grass are abundant, and from time to time there are white cranes landing on the grass. This was the second thing that surprised Uncle Yang.

Before dawn the next day, the old Taoist priest pulled him up from the thatch where he slept on the bed. Uncle Yang touched the biting cold water in the basin, and finally didn't make up his mind to wash his face, and walked straight out of the thatched house, only to see the old Taoist priest holding a long sword in his hand dancing in the breeze, sometimes soothing, sometimes urgent.

Uncle Yang kept watching, I don't know when he couldn't help but fall asleep, suddenly he felt that someone patted his head, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out to be an old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest saw him wake up, walked to a huge bluestone next to him and sat down, and waved his hand to Uncle Yang to come over.

"From this day on, I will be your teacher, do you know that students have to bow to their teachers?"

Uncle Yang stood respectfully, rubbing his hands, the old Taoist priest nodded, and said, "Okay, from today on, you will be my Wang Yizi's student." It's also fate, your name is Uncle Yang, and my name is Wang Yizi. The old Taoist priest does not have so many taboos, but you also have to remember: get up at the right time, clean your face with clean water, and start to endorse when you are young, so as not to hurt the lives of those white cranes, if you really want to eat meat, you will go to the waterfall over there to catch fish, as for whether you can catch it depends on your own ability, the old Taoist priest does not care. ”

After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he didn't care whether Uncle Yang remembered it or not, and directly took out a book from his sleeve like a trick and began to speak, Uncle Yang remembered very well that it was about the "Planning" article in the "Book of Shang Jun", but he heard it in a fog, and basically forgot it all after that, and then he was forced to memorize it before he remembered it, but Uncle Yang had endless admiration for Shang Jun.

At noon, the teacher and the student were boiling mountain vegetables, Uncle Yang stood in the sun carrying a book, and Wang Yizi sat on the bluestone. There is a big tree with lush foliage next to the bluestone, but no matter how the sun turns, the shadow of the tree can't cover the bluestone. This is the third thing that Uncle Yang has always been amazed by.

The sun was a little hot, but Wang Yizi sat motionless on the bluestone, the sun shone directly on the faces and bodies of Wang Yizi and Uncle Yang, and after a few days, Uncle Yang had become dark, but Wang Yizi was still like that, his skin was sallow, and there was no sign of blackening. This was the fourth thing that Uncle Yang was surprised by.

Besides, the bluestone that Wang Yizi has been sitting on has been exposed to the sun, Uncle Yang looked at the teacher sitting on it, and thought silently in his heart: "Isn't it hot?" One day when Wang Yizi didn't pay attention, Uncle Yang reached out and touched it, but he didn't expect that the bluestone was not only hot, but a little cool, very comfortable, Uncle Yang guessed that this piece of bluestone was probably like this in the morning, and the next day when it was not in Yin, Uncle Yang ran out, sure enough, the teacher had not come out, and quickly ran over and touched a handful of bluestone, and the bluestone was actually warm. This was the fifth thing that Uncle Yang was surprised by.

Uncle Yang also asked the teacher, but Wang Yizi only said every time: "Everything in the world has its fate, and if you don't force it, it's true." ”

Uncle Yang even had some doubts that he didn't know, but he couldn't say that he didn't know, after all, he wanted to maintain his teacher's demeanor and deliberately fool himself.

However, these five things can be regarded as the pillars that support Uncle Yang to learn art here, otherwise he may not be able to persevere. The only pity is that he couldn't figure out the root cause of these things until he went down the mountain.

Uncle Yang remembers that the teacher said something like this when he was going down the mountain: "When the first emperor Yingzheng built the Great Wall, he filled in a lot of ashlar stones underneath as a foundation. Don't be in a hurry, but also think slowly. ”