The next day, Yang Jian got up very early.

Push the door and look into the distance, the red sun rises in the east, and the morning sun is like blood, shining on the Zhongnan Mountain in the distance.

Behind him, Xu Geng was loudly urging Xu Hezi to get up and go to the school.

However, Xu Hezi didn't want to go to school today.

And for good reason.

She wanted to accompany Yang Jian's brother to build a snowman and play sledding at home.

There is also Xiaobai.

This new thing is simply amazingly attractive compared to going to the school to listen to the old-fashioned gentleman's preaching.

Xu Geng was very unhappy.

In his conceptual consciousness, the Xu family used to be a family of scholars who were thriving in their books, and their ancestors also produced many scholars in the imperial examination, glorifying their ancestors for the official side, but since his grandfather's generation, the family has become increasingly fragmented, and in his generation, he has simply become a wandering artist who sells art for a living for his family.

The word artist sounds glamorous and full of the alluring light of drunkenness today, but in ancient times, artists were at the end of all industries, with a very low social status, and they were not valued by the world at all, so when Xu Geng gave birth to a son, he planned to cultivate it carefully, but as a result, Xu Hezi's father was talented and blunt, and he was really not a material for reading, but he played musical instruments well, and finally inherited Xu Geng's mantle and started his old business.

At this point, Xu Geng had no choice but to accept his fate, but when he still thought that his son could give the Xu family a few more men to grow incense, the little couple was killed by gangsters on the way home from performing arts in Weizhou, and there were no bones.

Fortunately, he also left him a lone seedling of Xu Hezi, often by his side, chatting to comfort.

Wangzi Jackie Chan's dream was shattered, but he didn't want Xu Hezi to become an illiterate Bai Ding at a young age, so he asked the private school in the village to accept Xu Hezi.

Fortunately, the social atmosphere in the Tang Dynasty was open, and Xu Hezi only received literacy education in a rural private school, and did not need to participate in the future imperial examinations.

However, Mr. Private School is not an easy person to deal with.

And Xu Hezi, like her father, is not a reading material, she has a headache when she sees a book, and she gets dizzy when she sees a word, and now she finally meets a playmate like Yang Jian, where is she willing to go to school to suffer that pain?

Yang Jian saw Xu Geng's hard persuasion, so he almost cried to Xu Hezi with a handful of old tears, but Xu Hezi seemed to be determined to play with his grandfather, and his body seemed to be glued together with the bed board, and Xu Geng couldn't pull it up.

"Kazuko, my brother sent you to the school, right?"

Yang Jian can't stand the children who are cheating.

"I don't want it!"

Xu Hezi simply rejected Yang Jian's suggestion.

"Why?"

Yang Jian looked at Xu Hezi, who was fighting to the death with his two heels on the bed, and couldn't help laughing, Xu Hezi's ghost looked like his virtue when he was a child who was unwilling to go to school and was pulled by the aunt of the welfare home, hey, every child's school career begins with a sad history of blood and tears.

"Because Mr. will play the board today."

When Xu Hezi talked about Mr. Private School, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

"Hehehe, don't be afraid, my brother will send you to the school, and Mr. won't beat you."

Violence education seems to have a long history.

"But you're not a gentleman."

Xu Hezi glanced at Yang Jian, she was not stupid.

"Brother promised you, if Mr. dares to beat you, he will let Xiaobai bite him?"

Yang Jian is not afraid of lying to children. Let Xiaobai bite Mr., and he will figure it out.

"Really?"

Xu Hezi's eyes immediately lit up.

"Really."

Yang Jian burst into laughter. What a grudge this hard-working baby has with Mr.

"Okay, talking counts!"

When Xu Hezi heard this, he immediately got up from the bed.

Is it so pleasure to take revenge on a teacher?

Yang Jian looked at Xu Hezi with a happy face, and couldn't help muttering in his heart.

But as long as you can coax Xu Hezi to go to the school, it's fine.

Seeing Xu Hezi happily eating a little bit of flour that Xu Geng borrowed from a neighbor's house early in the morning, and made a little pimple soup, Yang Jian's stomach began to twitch, and if he continued to make pimple soup like this, within three days, he would really become a little fairy and go west!

Although the road is covered with heavy snow, it is a natural playground for children.

Even if there was no time to build a snowman, Xu Hezi still grabbed the snow on the ground with Yang Jian along the way, and along the way, sweet and crisp laughter rippled all the way.

The temporary illegal building complex where Xu Geng and his family live is actually not a village in the strict sense, but it is attached to the surrounding area of the original village, and these wandering artists have no one to send their children to private schools, most of them inherit their father's business, and reading is not the appeal of these parents, so Xu Hezi can be regarded as an exception.

I don't know how many good things Xu Geng said to Mr. Private School at that time, and how many gifts he gave before Mr. nodded and agreed that Xu Hezi would listen to the study on the sidelines.

The private school is located in a side room in an ancestral hall in the middle of the village.

Mr. private school surname Huang, name Xinghe, it is said that he is a foreigner, when he entered Beijing to participate in the imperial examination, and was unwilling to go home, he decided to stay in Chang'an, so, after being introduced by an acquaintance, he came to Chang'an outside the city of Houshan Village private school to teach, although Houshan Village is not rich, and the salary is not much, but the village can give him a temporary residence in the ancestral hall, and the salary is enough for his daily living expenses, and he can also review here with peace of mind to prepare for the imperial examination in the second year.

It's just that what disappointed him was that he had already taken the imperial examination three times, and he still fell to Sun Shan second.

Therefore, looking at these children in front of him, Huang Xinghe himself had no bottom in his heart, because he also knew that the vast majority of children in this classroom would follow in his footsteps and become cannon fodder among countless candidates.

However, even if you are cannon fodder, at least there is one hope, if you don't study, you won't even have the hope of being cannon fodder!

It's just that today there is still a cannon fodder for the future school.

This little girl liar must be having diarrhea again, right?

Huang Xinghe looked at Xu Hezi's empty bench and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Originally, he didn't plan to accept this girl, but he couldn't bear her grandfather's pleading, and he offered twice as many gifts as other children.

Hey, people are poor and short-minded, and in the face of money, principles have never stood up to scrutiny.

"Sir?"

Just when Huang Xinghe was full of thoughts, a crisp voice sounded at the door of the ancestral hall.

"Xu Hezi?"

Huang Xinghe looked up and saw Xu Hezi smiling at the door.

A smile?

Huang Xinghe was confused for a moment, did this girl forget the rules of being late to be boarded? Why was she so late and still smiling so happily?

"Sir, may I come in?"

Xu Hezi looked at Mr. with a mysterious smile on his face.

"You give me a good stand at the door!"

The flame in Huang Xinghe's heart began to burn.

This little girl is so happy and proud when she is late, does she still take him as a gentleman in her eyes?

"Brother?"

The ancestral hall has long been dilapidated, it is freezing at the moment, standing at this door is more cruel than beating her board, wow, don't want it, Xu Hezi turned his head and looked at Yang Jian behind him, and then, she was surprised to find that her brother didn't take his Xiaobai with him when he went out this morning?

Without Xiaobai, how can my brother beat Mr.?

Xu Hezi was dumbfounded, originally she wanted to ask her brother to let Xiaobai bite Mr. just now, oh, no, even if she doesn't bite Mr., it's a very happy thing to scare and scare Mr.?

It's just that he didn't expect that his brother didn't bring Xiaobai out at all!

"What's wrong, Kazuko?"

Yang Jian looked at Xu Hezi, and he also heard the conversation between Mr. Private School and Hezi.

If you are late, you will be punished for standing up, which is a very normal punishment.

It does not count as corporal punishment.

Therefore, she felt that Xu Hezi deserved it and was about to turn around and leave.

"Where's Xiaobai?"

Xu Hezi blinked his eyes with a question mark on his face.

"Are you really going to ask Xiaobai to bite?"

Yang Jian was frightened by Xu Hezi.

"No, it's to tell Xiaobai to scare and scare Mr., so that Mr. won't punish Kazuko."

Xu Hezi looked at Yang Jian and said softly.

"Xu Hezi, who are you talking to!"

Huang Xinghe's voice suddenly raised an octave, and there was anger in his voice.

The friends in the classroom also all looked back at Xu Hezi at the door.

"Hello, sir, my name is Yang Jian, I am Xu Hezi's brother, I'm sorry, Hezi is late, I'm causing trouble to you, sir!"

Yang Jian looked at the gentleman in front of him, with a white face and a green beard, a thin figure, a cotton robe that had been washed and white, looking weak, and holding a small wooden stick of the same thickness and size as a toothpick in his hand at the moment.

Yang Jian didn't know that this thing was called arithmetic chips in the Tang Dynasty, but he quickly remembered that when he was a child learning mathematics, the teacher also asked them to make such wooden sticks and practice simple addition and subtraction, although clumsy, but very easy to use, at a glance.

Unexpectedly, in the distant Tang Dynasty, Mr. Private School also used this method to teach mathematics.

"Xu Hezi is not late for the first time, she is often late."

Huang Xinghe corrected.

This is a problem student, Huang Xinghe also has a headache, today is an arithmetic class, although most students will not be admitted to the Jinshi champion, but the basic arithmetic is still very useful for daily life.

"Well, I'm sorry, sir, I think you're teaching arithmetic today, right? This is no problem, I will tutor her for Xu Hezi's delayed class, and she will keep up with the progress of her classmates. ”

Yang Jian looked at Huang Xinghe, his attitude was very modest and respectful.

'You're here to teach Xu Hezi arithmetic?' ’

When Huang Xinghe heard this, his eyes were about to burst out.

Where did this doll come from? Such a big breath? You know, he himself is an outstanding student of the Chang'an Arithmetic Museum, he has a full score in the imperial examination for two consecutive years, and even the doctors of the Arithmetic Museum praise him for being very talented, but he has learned arithmetic to dare to teach arithmetic to others, but after more than 20 years of study, and the students of the Chang'an Arithmetic Museum are all enrolled at the age of twelve, and some of them are enrolled at the age of eighteen or nineteen, because arithmetic is a very test of IQ, and he opened this course for these little dolls, purely because he is very good at arithmetic, And I think my teaching methods are very clever.

However, now the child in front of him doesn't seem to be old enough to be the entry age of the arithmetic academy, so he dares to boast that he can teach people arithmetic?

"Yes, sir."

The smile on Yang Jian's face was warm and humble.

"That's okay, I'll test you, if you answer correctly, I will promise to exempt Xu Hezi from punishment, what do you think?"

Huang Xinghe was also a little angry, at this moment, the humble and warm smile on Yang Jian's face seemed to him to be conceited and arrogant.

"Yes, sir."

Yang Jian was not angry at all.

However, Xu Hezi looked at Yang Jian but her face was flushed, she was already embarrassed that she didn't study her homework well, and now there is another Yang Jian who is also going to compete with her husband to learn arithmetic?

Is he crazy?

Moreover, the classmates had already turned their heads together, looking at the guy in front of them who didn't know the height of the sky, with a look of schadenfreude on their faces, they all knew Mr. Learning's knowledge very well.

This guy wants to compare arithmetic with Mr.?

He won't even be able to find the shorts that he will lose!