Chen Fuzi's house is not far from Fang's house, located on the South Gate Street of Jinling City, next to Mingdao Academy.

Everyone came to the door of Master Chen's house, Master Fang looked solemn, solemnly straightened his clothes, took a lacquer plate covered with red cloth from the hands of the nurse, I don't know what was on the plate, and then led Fang Zheng in, and the nursing house lined up at the door, and moved the gifts on the car into Mr. Chen's house in an orderly manner.

Chen Fuzi's house is not big, just a two-entry house, with rammed walls of earthen tiles, which has not been repaired for many years. An old servant led Master Fang's father and son to the front hall, and after serving the tea, he retreated.

The vestibule is very simple, except for a few inconspicuous teak Taishi chairs, there are no other furnishings. There is a painting hanging on the wall, in which a middle-aged man stands on the cliff, looking at a beautiful river and mountain in front of the cliff with regret and sorrow in his eyes.

Fang Zheng felt that the man in the painting was going to commit suicide, and before he died, he would take a look at this hot land that raised him? If you don't want to, don't die, and draw it......

Fang Zheng pursed his lips disdainfully, and suddenly someone behind him asked, "Young Master Fang, how is this painting?" ”

Fang Zheng turned around in shock, and saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar in his forties standing in front of him, wearing a scribe's square scarf on his head, wearing a dark colored robe, wearing a pair of slightly worn cloth shoes, with a square face, a pair of sharp and attentive eyes, as if he could penetrate other people's hearts at a glance, and a long beard under his chin, trimmed quite neatly.

Master Fang gently tugged at Fang Zheng and said, "Son, don't hurry up and see Master Chen!" ”

Fang Zheng hurriedly said, "Student Fang Zheng, meet Master Chen." ”

Chen Fuzi waved his hand slightly, and continued to ask the question that Fang Zheng didn't answer just now: "Master Fang, how is this painting?" ”

Fang Zheng is a little weak-hearted, he has studied so many things in college, but he has never studied Chinese painting, how can he comment? I can't say that I see that your painting is not good, there are failures everywhere, there is no winning pen, and it is estimated that it will not be sold for a good price on the street, so don't hang it out and show it, right?

If that is the case, Fang Zheng's father who advocates domestic violence is likely to be full of old punches on the spot.

No way, nonsense.

Fang Zheng racked his brains and came up with a few words of universal gold oil in his previous life, and then said: "This painting is very good, students look at it, this painting has both form and spirit, vivid rhyme, quite good, and far-reaching artistic conception, leading people to think for a long time, it is a rare good painting." "Fortunately, I am from the Chinese department, and it is not very difficult to drop the bag, Fang Zheng said in the end, and he shook his head.

This painting hung in the front hall of his house, and when they first met and were eager to know Fang Zheng's evaluation of this painting, even fools could guess that this painting must have been made by Chen Fuzi himself. Anyway, you can't go wrong with singing praises.

Who knew that Master Chen was originally smiling and groaning, but the more he listened to the expression on his face, the more disappointed he became, and as soon as Fang Zheng's words fell, Master Chen shook his head and sighed.

Fang Zheng said, I didn't say the wrong thing, right? After thinking about it again, every sentence is a good thing, could it be that he didn't praise it hard enough, and Master Chen was not satisfied? This guy's vanity is too strong, right? I'm going to really boast about you to death, and you're embarrassed to take it?

Master Chen sighed and said, "It's hard to find a soulmate!" Three years ago, I heard that the Turks had repeatedly invaded the country, and the city was plundered, but our Chinese Dynasty was cowardly and afraid of the enemy, and the army retreated again and again, without any fighting spirit. Above the court, the party struggle intensified, in the officialdom, greed for ink became the norm, and the people were displaced in the market. Our country is a great country, and it is about to fall into the hands of foreigners, and the people will be even more miserable. Hate myself a poor scholar, into the song is high no one to make peace, retreat and can't bear to be alone, depressed and angry, then make this painting, talk to comfort, but unfortunately everyone does not understand, just praise the painting skills, never mention the deep meaning, I towards the scribe, numbness to Si, pitiful and lamentable! ”

Fang Zheng was confused when he heard this, and probably knew that Master Chen made this painting to worry about the country and the people, and it also had a bit of nostalgia for talents.

Fang Zheng shook his head secretly, literati, they are all so sour-tempered, what can they do with a painting? Can it save all nations from fire and water? Can the Turkic Iron Cavalry be kept out of the country? Instead of sighing at home, it is better to go to the border to join the army to fight the enemy, it seems that this Chen Fuzi belongs to the nerd type, and he is also an angry nerd. The symptom of this nerd disease is to sit at home and worry about the country and the people, and always immerse yourself in your sense of crisis.

Chen Fuzi stared at Fang Zheng and said, "I just saw you staring at this painting, and you stopped talking, I don't know what you have to say, Young Master Fang?" ”

This guy is deliberately looking for fault, right? Fang Zheng thought hatefully, if I have a high theory, why do I still come to worship you as a teacher? Were teachers in ancient times so humble when they spoke to their students?

Master Fang was anxious on the side, his son knew best, Gao Zhi? This kid can't even hold back the fallacy. In case this kid doesn't know how to pretend to understand and talk nonsense, this matter of apprenticeship will definitely come to naught.

Master Fang hurriedly interrupted: "Master Chen, the old man brought the dog to the mansion today to apprentice, this matter of knowledge, why don't you wait for the opportunity to teach him slowly?" ”

Fang Zheng glanced at his father gratefully, in the end, it was his own family, it was really righteous!

Chen Fuzi nodded noncommittally, and then began to go through the apprenticeship process.

Master Fang ordered Fang Zheng to worship the portrait and tablet of Kong Sheng, and knelt down and kowtowed in front of Master Chen, then uncovered the red cloth on the lacquer plate, and respectfully sent it over, and there were six things on the lacquer plate: meat strips, celery, lotus seeds, red beans, red dates, and longan.

This is the "Six Rites of Bondage" followed in ancient times, in which the meat strips are to express the disciple's heart to the teacher; celery, meaning diligent and studious; Lotus seeds, meaning painstaking education; Red beans, meaning good luck; Red dates, meaning early high school; Longan, meaning the completion of merit.

Master Chen immediately received Fang Zheng's bow and sent a return gift.

In this way, the apprenticeship ceremony is considered a ceremony. Fang Zheng, a person who travels through the world, has since become a student of Confucius, thinking about the fact that before the crossing, he squeezed the talent market with a large group of masters and doctors, went around in a big circle, and turned around and entered the school, this life is too fateful with books, when will he be able to mix up......

After the ceremony, the three of them sat down and chatted, and Master Fang intended to befriend Master Chen, so that his precious son could get more care in the academy, so he spoke with respect when greeting.

Chen Fuzi may not be very good at chatting about trivial things in life, the other party's master is perfunctory, but a pair of eyes are staring at Fang Zheng, for a while, Chen Fuzi suddenly said: "I usually have a little dabbling in Yi Shu divination, I look at Fang Zheng's face is quite peculiar, it is said that you have already ......" Thinking about it may feel inappropriate, and then changed his words and asked: "What have happened to your body recently?" ”

Fang Zheng was shocked, you can't underestimate the ancients, this guy is really a bit real, he can see at a glance that my life should have burped a long time ago, amazing! It's a shame to be a teacher, how good it is to go out and set up a stall, and make a lot of money.

Thinking about it, the master's question still had to be answered, Fang Zheng said honestly: "Not long ago, the student ...... Accidentally fell from the stairs, well, hit the ground with his head on the ground, and was in a coma for more than a month. ”

Master Fang glared at him fiercely from the side and didn't speak.

Chen Fuzi said: "More than a month ago, well, almost, but it's not right, it is said that you should have ...... by now."

Fang Zheng hurriedly interrupted him and said: "Ji people have their own natural appearance, their fate is reasonable, unpredictable, treacherous and impermanent, and they may not be able to see the end in their lives, and it is normal to have occasional miscalculations." ”

Chen Fuzi frowned and nodded: "Maybe, it's better to believe in books than to have no books, I'm too obsessed with books." ”

Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, crossing is his biggest secret, this secret he plans to rot in his stomach and bring it into the coffin after death, if he really wants to be calculated by Master Chen to be ugly, he will be the first person to be burned alive by the ancients as a demon. Since God arranged for me to cross, you won't let me fail so much, right?

Master Chen stroked his long beard and said, "Since I have accepted you as a disciple, I have to ask you about academic matters." What books do you read on a daily basis? ”

I read a lot of books, but they were all vernacular, Fang Zheng planned to tell the truth, so he folded his fingers and counted the same: "The sages have a good scriptures, a hundred schools of thought, and the students are all ......."

"I've read them all, and I'm lucky enough to be admitted to the student program." Old Man Fang interrupted him without changing his face, and after finishing speaking, he continued to taste tea as if nothing happened.

"Huh?" Fang Zheng opened his mouth wide and looked at Master Fang in amazement. This joke is too big, even if Dad wants to satisfy his vanity, it's not like this, Master Chen asks a question casually, won't I show my stuffing with one mouth? What the hell does Daddy mean?

"Oh? I can't see that you have a natural talent," Chen Fuzi said happily: "It is not easy to be admitted to Xiucai at a young age, and he will be nominated for the gold list every day, but I have accepted a good disciple." ”