The bean bag left, Li Yan supported himself and got up, patted the dust on his buttocks and said, "Are you crazy?" Give him a tael of silver! I'll just say yes, I'll only pay ten dollars and interest! ”

Yang Yi glanced at the little white face and said, "How much is that?" ”

"Ten dollars plus interest, a total of one... Or? ”

"Remember to give me back."

To do good deeds, someone has to suffer this is certain, which in itself is a kind of impermanent supply of interests, and one party needs to be not seeking substantial benefits in return.

It is obvious that Li Yan is an impermanent conveyor of interests in this matter.

But Li Yan felt very strange, why was it himself who paid the money, but he didn't have the slightest sense of accomplishment for doing good deeds, but subconsciously thought that the young man in front of him was more conscious than himself?

Of course, Li Yan didn't plan not to repay the money, and he didn't pay back the money he borrowed from his classmates, which was a reliant person, that was a shameless act, and it was also an insult to his dignity as a noble son.

They may be harmful, they may be disgusting, but they will not let people ignore their noble dignity, especially what has to do with money, which is their most basic and only thing.

When the two gentlemen get together by themselves, that's when their dignity explodes.

"Wang Hanzi, which unlucky classmate was arched by you again?" Li Yan stretched out his hand and plucked out the socket of his ear, and said to a big man with a round face opposite.

The man was half a head taller than Yang Yi, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and the Confucian cedar of the academy obviously didn't fit very well, a little short, and a little cool in the spring, the big man could wear the clothes and almost wring out the water, Zhang Fei's big round face, but at this time, it was red like Guan Gong, and in a word, the ugly can't look at it directly.

It is difficult for Yang Yi to imagine that this big and strong man is also a student of Guozixue, in principle, such a person is either a fierce general on the battlefield or a bandit in the mountains and forests.

The man stood straight opposite Yang Yi and the others, and cast a murderous look at Li Yan and said, "Li Nentiao, if you want to fly out of the window from here, you can say it again?" ”

Li Yan raised his head and glanced at the man disdainfully, but he dared to continue, but turned his head and asked Yang Yidao with interest: "Brother Tai? I just saw that Master Zhong seemed to be frightened when he saw your letter of recommendation, and his face changed, I can't be mistaken, right? ”

Yang Yi shrugged his shoulders and said secretly in his heart: The attribute of my Nine Nerd Plague God is still very powerful.

Li Yansi took a breath, looked Yang Yi up and down again, and wondered, "What are you from?" I know all the boys from the emperor's background, but I haven't seen you? Which knotless envoy are you the son of? "After thinking about it, I felt that it was not right, although the envoys of the outer states of the Daguang Dynasty had great power, they did not dare to make a mistake in the imperial capital.

"Looking at the whereabouts of Master Zhong, it seems that he is looking for sacrificial wine." Li Yan racked his brains and couldn't think of any son who could scare the prince of the country and his face pale.

Yang Yi yawned, sleepiness welled up, he felt very unscientific, it was understandable to bring the habit of getting sleepy as soon as he heard the sound of reading, but it was a little shameless to bring the addiction to smoke to the light.

Mo said that at this time, tobacco was still growing in the wild soil of the far west, and even if there were, Yang Yi did not dare to be the sinner of the ages and get it to the light. This is to be written into history and scolded.

Therefore, eating melon seeds has become the easiest way to understand tobacco addiction, and the most feared thing about smoking addiction is boredom, and when you are bored, you want to smoke to death.

However, Yang Yi didn't dare to take out the melon seeds to knock them now, because the old master of the wine mound of Guozixue was staring at Yang Yi uprightly.

The old master is a typical image of a Confucian literati, with a simple robe, a slightly old body, and a long black and white beard that is about to drag to his stomach.

"The old man doesn't ask why you came here, I just tell you that since you are here, the old man will treat everyone equally."

Old Master Qiu took out one of the many books on the desk behind him and handed it to Yang Yi: "Are you literate?" ”

Yang Yi thought about it, but shook his head, this is not pretending, after coming to Daguang for so long, Yang Yi has also studied a lot of conventional knowledge, he learned the text from his mother, and later Liu Wenzhi and others also taught him. Soon became familiar with most of the commonly used words, but Chinese literature is broad and profound, and these words of various generations are even more jerky and difficult to understand.

Of course, Old Master Qiu would not be surprised that a fool was illiterate, but he still handed over the book: "This is the theory of learning from this academy, and you can follow the model of recruiting children until you know the whole text." ”

Yang Yi took the book and simply flipped through it and was desperate, what is a theory of learning, this is the fucking school rules and school motto, this thing Yang Yi has not copied in his last life!

Yang Yi wanted to bargain, but Qiu Fuzi's next move made him swallow the idea alive.

"General Wang Fei, the old man heard that you are brave and brave, uprooted the green seedlings and pear blossom trees in the back hall, and threw them into the fish pond and killed a pool of fish and crabs?"

Wang Fei raised his forehead slightly, indicating that I did it, and he was quite a bit heroic and heroic in being tortured.

"Twenty times for learning."

With just one sentence, Qiu Fuzi made Wang Fei's pride all gone, and said with a crying voice: "Mom, why didn't the dean play the precept ruler?" ”

said that he seemed to go up and fight with Old Master Qiu.

Yang Yi finally saw what it means to have a landslide in front of him without changing his face.

Facing Wang Feijiang, who was about to pounce on the black bear, Qiu Fuzi couldn't raise his head and said indifferently: "Thirty times." ”

Without warning, the black bear turned into a lamb and stood back in place, shuddering with its mouth tightly closed, for fear that it would increase if it said more.

"Li Yan, fifty times."

Li Yan, who was secretly laughing at Wang Feijiang's face, turned from red to blue, and said hurriedly, "Why am I fifty!" ”

As soon as the words came out, I happened to see Yang Yi looking at him with a sad face, and secretly said badly.

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"Sixty." Qiu Fuzi's voice still did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he even took out a copy of the Analects from the bookcase and flipped it over.

Li Yan's face was like a kaleidoscope, colorful and changing, and his heart was like throwing ramen, pulling up and down.

Yang Yi can see that this old master is the iron-faced teaching director, and whoever provokes him is unlucky.

The master of Guozixue is usually a great Confucian in the world, no worse than Zongxue, and the dean is an official worship wine, which does not shrink at all from the three products.

The students who have been educated by them may be all over Daguang, including the first-class officials of the current dynasty, the officials of the Yuanguan Frontier, and countless bachelors and literati, and even once served as the prince and the prince, and now the emperor has to call him a teacher.

Two little stubborn creatures can't set off any waves, maybe not even waves, at most a few ripples.