Early the next morning, when the hour came, and the sky had just revealed a glimmer of light, the maid Xiaofeng came to Yang Cong's bed and called out easily: "Young Master, Young Master, it's time to get up." ”

Yang Cong opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the unfamiliar bed, and then looked at the delicate Xiaofeng in front of him, still a little confused in his eyes.

When Xiaofeng saw him like this, he couldn't help but say anxiously: "Young Master, get up quickly, if you are late for the school, Mr. Yan should sue again, and if the old lady knows, he should be angry again." ”

, Mr. Yan sued, it seems that the consequences are very serious!

When Yang Cong heard this, he got up from the bed with a grunt, and stood in front of Xiaoqin with a whoosh, and then opened his arm, as if he wanted to hug Xiaoqin.

Xiaoqin subconsciously covered her mouth and shrank back, almost screaming in fright.

However, she was not afraid of Yang Cong hugging her, she was frightened by Yang Cong's quick movements.

In the past, the eldest young master's hand was swallowed slowly when he got up, and sometimes he couldn't lie down if he didn't pull him, but today he jumped up, which really scared her.

She was stunned for a moment, then picked up the clothes hanging on the side of the bed and put them on Yang Cong seriously.

Yang Cong got dressed under her service, washed up in a hurry, picked up the fresh porridge sent by the bear and drank a few sips, and then hurried to the front yard, got into the carriage that had been prepared, and rushed to Hui'an County School with the fat tiger and the thin monkey.

Hui'an County School is near the left of the county ya, is a large courtyard covering an area of nearly 20 acres, in the middle is a spacious and bright university hall, surrounded by dormitories, canteens, thatched houses and other ancillary facilities.

At this time, there is no fixed regulation of the county school, what it looks like, mainly depends on the local wealth, if it is a poor county, there may be a few low-rise bungalows, like Hui'an, which was originally relatively wealthy, and the Yang family, the richest man in Quanzhou, is here, and the county school is naturally built with a relatively high-end atmosphere.

At this time, there is no fixed number of how many Xiucai are in a county, probably about fifty to one hundred, and not everyone will come to the county school, because most of the Xiucai are old, and there is no hope of being admitted to the examination again, and some are forced by life to work to make money, so there are only about 20 students in the entire Hui'an County School, and most of them are poor Xiucai, because rich Xiucai can go to the prefecture or even the provincial capital to study, and the conditions there are definitely better than the county school.

He rushed to the county school in such a hurry, naturally he wanted to inquire about the situation of that Chen Gongzi, but he was stunned when he walked into the school with a bookcase.

The reason why he was stunned was not that there was no one in the school, there were many people in the school at this time, and all the students were almost all there, and it was not yet time to teach at this time, so he could find someone to ask who that Chen Gongzi was.

However, he ignored a very important problem, that is, the hatred of the rich among ordinary people.

The hatred of the rich seems to have existed since ancient times, when he came in, except for a few students who greeted him warmly, the other students didn't pay attention to him at all, and the positions where the other students and the students sat were also distinct, the real talents were all gathered in the front, and a few students gathered in the back, and there were several rows of small tables between them.

The so-called everything is inferior, only reading is high, and the readers at this time generally look down on the rich, especially those who are like these poor people who have merit and fame are the most hated for the rich.

Because they are psychologically unbalanced, seriously unbalanced, why do they, the famous scholars, have to live a poor life, while you uneducated and unskilled traders live a very chic life?

They are meritorious and famous, and they are already half gentry, and they are not even as good as half-lowly traders, which is unfair!

It is precisely because of this gap between status and actual life that the really famous talents in the county school basically ignore them, the children of rich families who do not learn and have no skills, and there is no intersection between them.

Yang Cong hadn't fully digested his previous memories at this time, and the time traveled was not long, so he didn't remember this, and when he saw this situation at this time, he really didn't know what to do.

After all, he didn't have the courage to come forward and talk about himself, these poor talents can simply sour people to death, and they don't necessarily know who the surname Chen is.

He was stunned for a moment, but he still sat down at his table under the eager greeting of a few ordinary students, and then while dealing with these people's sycophants, he considered who to ask about Chen Gongzi's affairs.

He was thinking about it, the whole school suddenly fell silent, and the routine students around him suddenly had a panicked face, and quickly returned to his seat, sitting upright, pretending to be a good baby.

What's going on here?

It turned out that at this time, Mr. Yan, who was in charge of teaching, had already come in, and he was hiding a bamboo ruler behind him and looking around.

Seeing this, Yang Cong's heart subconsciously tightened, and his body involuntarily sat up straight.

By this time, he remembered everything.

This old man is super fierce!

At this time, there is nothing that is not allowed to be corporal punishment, and what is important here is that filial piety is produced under the drum stick, and strict teachers are born of high apprentices!

This old Mr. Yan is notoriously strict, when he teaches, let alone talk to each other, who dares not to sit up straight and make a serious appearance, he will definitely come over, coldly let you stretch out your hand, and then wave a bamboo ruler at your palm is a whip!

Moreover, he has to sue and sue the parents after the draw, which parent dares to favor his son, then I'm sorry, take your son, get out!

These students seem to have been smoked by him, and they have also been sued by him, and the family does not dare to be a mess, so no one in the county school is not afraid of him.

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous, it's good that this old guy hasn't seen this side yet, otherwise, today's meal of stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots and slices will be eaten.

Yang Cong was still playing drums in his heart, but Mr. Yan had already knelt down on the podium, he glanced around coldly, and saw that all the students were honestly standing there with a serious face, so he snorted coldly, put down the bamboo ruler, and said solemnly: "Today, I will talk about the Book of Rites. King Wen Shizi VIII. ”

Immediately after, he took out a book from the bookcase cage next to the table, slowly opened it, held it in front of him, and shook his head and read it.

The movements of the students below are almost exactly the same as him, and even the angle of holding the book and the amplitude of shaking the brain are about the same, only Yang Cong, who has just arrived, seems to be half a beat slower, but, fortunately, the top book in the bookcase cage happens to be "The Book of Rites", so he was just stunned for a moment, and quickly kept up with the rhythm, otherwise today's board is afraid that it will be inevitable.

Mr. Yan took all the students and caught the "Book of Rites. King Wen Shizi VIII" read it three times, and then put down the book in his hand and explained it word by word.

This ancient text is indeed a bit esoteric and difficult to understand, but everyone here has read the "Four Books and Five Classics", and they have all read it for more than ten years, and everyone knows the general meaning of each sentence.

Yang Cong felt bored after listening to it for a while, although everyone understands this ancient text differently, but the basic meaning is almost the same, this old Mr. Yan is not a knowledgeable Confucian, he can't tell any deep artistic conception at all, and it doesn't sound interesting at all.

He simply pretended to listen carefully, but the question of revenge was considered in his mind, what is the identity of this Chen Gongzi, and how can he avenge this stuffy stick?

He unconsciously looked at Mr. Yan's slightly gray beard, and suddenly had an idea.

This old Mr. Yan may know who Chen Gongzi is, because among the people who accompanied that guy yesterday was the son of the county magistrate, and this old Mr. Yan is still a cronie brought by the county order, if he can get a good deal, this revenge may be avenged.