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Rows of yellow mud houses, covered with thatched roofs, are relatively good houses in Maolingtun.

As soon as he walked outside the walls of his house, he heard the voices of several children coming from inside. It seems that it is the Analects that are being recited.

Yan Ming couldn't help but nodded, and sighed secretly: "This Mr. Huang is prescient, and he began to teach this Confucian scholar who will enter the court in the future and become the only one in the world. ”

Yan San walked to the gate of the courtyard, and first waved his hand to an old man in gray robe in the courtyard with his feet crossed on the wall, which was regarded as a greeting.

Then unceremoniously pushed the door in.

Yan Ming frowned, it seemed that Yan San and Yan Ming had always acted like this before.

"Rare, rare. The old man remembered that the last time Young Master Yan came to the old man's place, it was when he was five years old. Although the old-fashioned Mr. Huang is thin, he speaks with confidence.

In his words, he was obviously a little disgusted with Yan Ming.

"My son-in-law is ......" Yan Sanfang's teeth and claws, Yan Ming grabbed his ears and threw them aside.

Only then did he give a deep salute and said respectfully: "Mr. Huang, there is something that Yan Ming doesn't understand in the late life, and I want to ask for advice." ”

Yan Ming didn't know how to talk in this place, so he had to follow what he remembered, and he was relieved to see that Mr. Huang's expression had eased.

After all, there is something to ask for someone, and the posture must be lowered.

"If there is anything wrong with Yan Gongzi, just call it, and the old man will go by himself." Although Mr. Huang has a hard mouth, Yan Shan will give him some filial piety money every year, so that Yan Ming, who is not angry, can ask for advice at any time.

Over the years, Yan Ming has never asked Mr. Huang anything related to learning except for coming to make trouble.

It's no wonder that Mr. Huang is yin and yang when he sees him, if it weren't for looking at Yan Shan's filial piety, Yan Ming's kind of squirrel, he wouldn't be too lazy to look at it.

"Sir, I would like to ask about the old things about the previous dynasty." Yan Ming said thoughtfully.

"What is the past? The old man only knows the Analects of Confucius and Lao Zhuang Jinglun. If you want to study, you must pay the money first, and then learn little by little by studying with a regular teacher. Mr. Huang's eyes rolled to the sky.

In the entire Maolingtun, the most literate is Mr. Huang.

Now that the emperor has issued an edict to promote virtuous documents, the wind of learning literature has risen greatly, and Mr. Huang's worth has naturally risen.

Yan Ming was born as a tutor, which is similar to the nature of Mr. Huang's current work.

Seeing Mr. Huang blowing his beard and glaring, a sense of irritability rose in his heart.

"Teacher, preach and teach to solve doubts. Like you, you are not worthy of my worship. "Yan Ming is also a proud person, and this time he asked in a low voice, but it was just an allusion to 'not ashamed to ask'.

Seeing that Mr. Huang is self-sustaining and showing off his might.

An idea suddenly popped up in Yan Ming's heart, opening a tutoring class like Maolingtun and robbing Mr. Huang's business.

"Hmph, Mr. Huang, you may not know as much as me, I will open an academy tomorrow to see which of us can teach well!" Yan Ming sneered, turned around and walked out.

At this moment, there have already been idlers in Tunzhong watching.

"This son of the Yan family is not a bad brain, who doesn't know that he has not learned since he was a child, and he is lazy to eat."

"His second aunt, you're really right. I've heard that this guy ran away into the middle of nowhere, and when he came back, his brain was broken! ”

"Really? What's going on? ”

"Ahh You don't even know about such a big thing, you come, you come, I'll tell you in detail......"

Hearing the voices of the people around him, the corners of Mr. Huang's mouth were raised high, and he pointed to Yan Ming's back and said, "Don't say that if you start an academy, you can receive a student, and I will worship you as a teacher." ”

Yan Ming paused as he left, ignoring the faces of the people around him, and said with a sneer: "One student doesn't count, I'm going to let all the students here come to me." When the time comes, I will wait for you to go to the apprenticeship. ”

With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

Idlers were left behind, and there was a lot of discussion.

Putting on a look of being indebted, Yan Ming and Yan San left from the main entrance of Mr. Huang's house with a haughty look.

Turning the corner of the street, Yan San immediately returned to normal, leaned in front of Yan Ming, and whispered: "Childe, the old Huang family has a history book, and I know that it is in the back room of his house." ”

As he spoke, he winked at Yan Ming.

"He's got a back window, hee-hee." Yan San added.

"You-" Yan Ming also pointed at Yan San with a wicked smile, looking like he was concerned.

Although the age of the heart is already in his thirties, with the youth of the body, it seems that the youthful restlessness that has long been gone has returned to the body again.

"Let's go!" Yan Ming pulled Yan San, and the two of them went around to the back of Mr. Huang's house one after the other.

"This old thing, afraid that his book collection will be damp, deliberately left a back window." Yan San bent on his waist and pulled Yan Ming to lean over, and the two thieves touched the backyard with a smile.

Sure enough, in the middle of a row of earthen houses, there was a room with a small vent.

"You take the wind, I'll go in." Yan Ming held down Yan San and was about to pry the window.

"Childe, this kind of stealing chickens and touching dogs, I'm still here. If I am caught, I will lose my reputation, and it has nothing to do with my son's reputation. Yan San grabbed Yan Ming with his backhand.

"Hehe, if I expect it to be good, the reputation of the Yan family son in Maolingtun is not much left." Yan Ming smiled helplessly, and shook his hand to get rid of Yan San's pull.

"Just look at it."

Throwing down a sentence, Yan Ming grabbed the window frame as soon as he stretched out his hand.

In the end, in ancient times, there was no reinforced concrete, no plastic steel windows, and the windows were easily opened from the outside.

"This is a place to store books, and if you save money, you will lose nothing long ago." Yan San laughed quietly.

Yan Ming tiptoed into the house, in the front yard, after Yan Ming's trouble, Mr. Huang was in an unhappy mood and was reprimanding the students in the hospital.

Yan Ming listened to Mr. Huang's angry voice, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and immediately rummaged through his study.

Most of Mr. Huang's books are carved with bamboo slips and pens, one by one, not too many.

Yan Ming tore open the bamboo slips and saw that most of the words recorded on them were some pre-Qin era texts, and the specific content was not carefully read. I saw that it was not the history of the previous dynasty, and immediately threw it aside.

He looked through all the bamboo slips, and he didn't find any information about the history of the previous dynasty.

"Is it a trip for nothing?" Yan Ming summed up, swept the corner of his eyes, and found that on a table near the window, there was a square stack of square ones.

"It's really dark under the lights." Yan Ming patted his head and secretly scolded himself for being stupid.

As soon as he jumped into the room from the window, he was attracted by the bamboo slips on the table, and he didn't notice that on the small table by the window, there was only such a stack of things wrapped in white cloth.

Immediately went over, ripped off the white cloth, and Yan Ming's eyes lit up.

"The Handbook of the Yellow Clothes in the Former Dynasty", these six big characters are written on the bark of the rough paper.

"It turns out that the old guy's name is Huang Shang, which is a good name." Yan Ming unceremoniously picked up the handbook of Mr. Huang and handed it out from the window.

Yan San outside immediately caught it and hid it in his arms.

Yan Ming looked at it, picked up a roll of bamboo slips, folded it into a square, put it on the table, covered it with a white cloth, and then jumped out of the window and left.