The thirteenth year of the reign of Ming Hongzhi.

The autumn equinox and heavy rain have just stopped, and Dujia Village has a private school.

Du Shen lifted the lid of the grain cellar used by his house to store grain, although he had long known that it was already empty and almost crawling with cobwebs, and even rats were reluctant to burrow into it, but he still picked up treasures and had to dig out some rice from it.

"Damn, I can't live this day......"

This is the fourth day and month since he came to Daming, and the continuous rainy days have worn down people's morale, and they are tired in their bones.

Of course, in his previous life, he was a history teacher who stayed at home, and in this life, he is a weak scholar who is alive and well, and he has no strength.

Put a small handful of clear rice into the pot, boiled half a pot of half-mixed and half-clear porridge that can't even be said to be rice soup, and Du Shen licked the enamel bowl and drank it all.

Then he was even more helpless, "I can't eat enough, I can't drink enough, this life is too real!" ”

In his previous life, he was also a serious high school teacher who was born in a professional class and received a teacher qualification certificate, and he never bothered about eating at any time, and he was also a pampered master on weekdays.

But who knew that the school director of Dog Day actually organized teachers to exercise, especially the group of animals with developed limbs who taught physical education, and they had to come out at five or six o'clock in the morning to exercise in the morning.

Foggy morning exercise, a chicken!!

After running around the playground of Nuoda for half a circle, it was suddenly dark in front of him, and when Du Shen opened his eyes again, he found that he had come to the Ming Dynasty.

And it's fucking soul wearing, what a fucking life......

The most important thing is that the predecessor is too wasteful, he began to read at the age of six, and at the age of twelve, he took the test for the fame of a child, which can be regarded as a seed of reading, but who knows what he has done since then, what he has done, what he has not succeeded, what has not been successful in the exam, and he has been tossed to the age of the weak crown, and he is still a child, and he has not even fished the fame of a showman, which is worse than his dead ghost father.

And the predecessor is still a dead master, the shoulder can't pick the waist can resist, and he didn't learn any craft, after the death of the dead ghost father, he originally left some family money, but he was ruined by this, so that the family situation is getting worse, except for the tattered three private schools, there is nothing left.

Du Shen even suspected that the reason why he was able to top the bag was that he was so miserable with his predecessor that he couldn't get rid of dry cleaning when he drank rice porridge all day long.

What is rice rice?

That's sorghum.

Although this thing can be eaten, it can only be eaten, and it is extremely sticky, so it should not be eaten often, otherwise it will not be digested.

Could it be, the predecessor was indigestion before begging, just to make room for himself, right?

Du Shen wanted to smile bitterly, but now he only had bitterness in his heart, and he even wanted to cry, but he couldn't laugh.

Because.

The family is poor and doesn't get half of the copper plate, that is to say, he can't even eat rice, and his life is worse than his predecessor.

At the very least, people have eaten enough rice, and it is a problem for them to even eat, and they may not starve to death.

What a human affliction this is......

When Du Shen thought of this, anger rose from his heart, and evil was born to the side of his guts!

To steal?

Forget it, I'm not the one who does that, and I don't have talent.

To grab?

That seems like a good idea!

However, looking at the appearance of his yellow muscles, and then weighing where to weigh the two taels of meat, Du Shen still gave up the idea of investing in the evil forces of the Ming Dynasty.

Let's do it! You can't steal it, you can't rob it, and you can't do it.

As for the test of fame?

See you again in Nima!

Although Du Shen teaches history, he doesn't teach language, and the messy things in the Ming Dynasty's imperial examination have long been swept into the garbage heap of history, even if he is idle, he has no time to understand that.

Well...... It's better to be a teacher!

Teaching and educating people is beautiful.

And he can earn some tuition, and under the repair of the three broken private schools left by the dead ghost father, the most important thing is not to starve to death.

Du Shen patted his buttocks, picked up his messy hair, and fixed it with a wooden hairpin, the Taoist priest is not like a Taoist priest, and the scholar is not like a scholar who walked out of the private school with a book bag on his back.

Fortunately, the rain has stopped, otherwise Du Shen really didn't dare to go out, the family was poor and clanged, not to mention the oil-paper umbrella, and he couldn't even find a coat.

……

In the village, most of the people also came out of the house after the rain, after all, the house was too stuffy, and of course there were also tenant farmers who worked in the field to work in the field, taking advantage of the rain to penetrate the land, removing weeds is also good, maybe the next year's harvest will be better.

A few blind dates saw that Du Shen, who was staying at home on weekdays and only knew that he was reading hard with a book, went out for the first time, so they greeted him warmly.

"Prudence, why didn't you stay in your private school to read today, it's really rare."

A farmer in his forties beckoned.

Shen Zhi is his epigraph, and Du Shen is his name.

Although Du Shen has not been in this era for a long time, he is somewhat familiar with the people in Dujia Village, so he waved his hand with a smile, "It's not that there is no rice and grain at home, and I plan to reopen the private school and inherit my father's will. ”

The farmer nodded, not surprised, "It's a trivial matter to reopen the private school, but now is the day of the Guishan Academy, if the dolls in the village go to Mengxue, they have already greeted them in advance, but I'm afraid that you won't be able to recruit students." ”

Du Shenben wanted to return to his old business with great interest, and when he heard this, he suddenly splashed his face like cold water, and his heart was half cold.

When it comes to Guishan Academy, many people may not know, but if it is mentioned that the Donglin Party, then it is estimated that everyone who is familiar with the history of the Ming Dynasty knows that everyone knows that this is the largest Wenchen system in the Ming Dynasty, and it is also the faction with the largest power of Wenchen, which was bred in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, and the power tilted towards the government and the opposition at the end of the period, which can be said to be the biggest tumor.

The characteristic of the Donglin Party is that they all come from the same academy, that is, Donglin Academy, which is located in Wuxi, Jiangsu, because its founder Yang Shi is also called Guishan, so it is also called Guishan Academy.

Unexpectedly, in the thirteenth year of Hongzhi, the future Donglin Academy has already established a branch in the capital.

Although it did not have the famous Donglin on its head at this time, as a academy that has been handed down since the Song Dynasty, its status has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

If Kameyama Academy also recruits students at this time, it will be troublesome.

He is just a scumbag with a child's reputation, and if he wants to snatch people from the hands of Guishan Academy, it is simply impossible.

Thinking of this, Du Shen asked: "I don't know how far Dujia Village is from the capital, how far is this Donglin Academy from us?" ”

The farmer thought about it hard, and after a while, he patted his head and replied: "Dujia Village is not far from the capital, about a dozen miles away, and Guishan Academy is close to us, only a few miles away." ”

Hearing this, Du Shen was even more painful.

More than a dozen miles? It's farther than Dujia Village from the capital, isn't that the suburbs, you Guishan Academy has opened a branch in the capital, and you haven't even entered the capital? That's too weak.

But at this time, Du Shen also remembered.

Today's Guishan Academy is not very powerful, there are only a few famous students, and there are not many officials, and none of them are very important roles.

The reason why Kameyama Academy is so bad is not too exaggerated.

However, if you want to recruit students, it will be more difficult.

One is a famous academy with a long history, and the other is a private school that has been passed down for two generations in total, and it is he who teaches the famous waste boy.

The two are superior to each other, who to choose, presumably the villagers of Dujia Village still have points in their hearts.