It has been a month since the academy opened, and He Xian asked for leave to stay at home on the grounds of urging Mrs. He to sort out the surnames of the hundred families and the three-character scripture. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Today is the first day that He Xian officially went to the academy to attend classes.

"Childe! Son! You've got to go one step faster! It's going to be late! I heard that the master of Yingchuan Academy is amazing! The man who spoke was an eight- or nine-year-old boy, carrying a small bamboo basket with several rolls of bamboo slips inside, carrying a dark red food box in his left hand and a little fat man in his right hand.

The boy's name is Xiaoqiang, Wangcai's son, and He Xian's scholar.

He Xian passed the autumn examination of Yingchuan Academy with a sensational attitude in Yingchuan County, which made Mrs. He extremely happy. When you go to the academy to study, you naturally need a scholar to accompany you. So, Mrs. He held a selection competition called "Super Scholar" in the house, and carefully selected the next generation of seven servants, ten maids, and four old mothers, and finally selected Wangcai's son.

The three generations of loyal servants of the Wangcai family are the veteran servants of the He family. Choosing the heir of the Wangcai family as the scholar of the eldest grandson of He Fu is not a kind of recognition and encouragement.

At least, that's what Old Lady He thinks. Wangcai also recognizes this.

At the end of the Super Scholar Audition, Wangcai, as the father of the final winner, gave an acceptance speech.

"Thank you Dahan, thank you He Fu, thank you to Mrs. He, thank you Master He, thank you Gongzi He, thank my eight generations of ancestors, and bless my son with the opportunity to become the scholar of the He family. Our family will definitely make persistent efforts to make greater contributions in the work of domestic servants! ”

Bow and step down. Wangcai's heartfelt words moved the whole of He Fu. After this day, the servants and maids of He Mansion worked more energetically and energetically.

He Xian is very satisfied with his masterpiece.

The Super Scholar Contest was conducted by himself, and Wangcai's acceptance speech was also conducted by himself. Only in the endless spoofs can He Xian find the taste he once familiarized.

Mrs. He fulfilled her role conscientiously and meticulously, mobilizing the whole house, all she did was to make her grandson smile.

In the process of participating, He Miao laughed so much that he was sent to the Hanging Pot Medical Hall at the east gate of the city for rescue.

After He Jin finished reading the beginning, he couldn't help but watch the end, and quit halfway. Before leaving, while Old Lady He was presiding over the draft, he had no time to take care of the movements off the field, and slapped He Xian on the back of the head.

In this way, Wangcai's son Xiaoqiang became He Xian's scholar. Xiaoqiang was not called Xiaoqiang, but a dog.

The child's name is a little cheaper, and the king of Yama does not accept it, and the Chinese tradition has existed since ancient times.

He Xian thinks that the dog is too earthy, since his father is called Wangcai, it is better for his son to be called Xiaoqiang, so as to satisfy He Xian's desire to recall classic films. Therefore, the dog changed his name to Xiaoqiang.

The sleepy-eyed He Xian was pulled and pushed into the ox cart by Xiao Qiang, and staggered in the direction of Yingchuan Academy.

The sky in the east is bright, autumn has arrived, the days are short, and the sun is beginning to lie in bed. He Xian seems to have returned to the scene when he was a child, dragged by his parents to sit on the back seat of a bicycle and go to kindergarten. Unexpectedly, back to ancient times, the same pain. He Xian began to reflect on whether he was looking for a bit of self-inflicted guilt when he went to the academy in a hurry.

When I came to the gate of Yingchuan Academy, the ox cart had blocked the official road. Those who have already sent off their children to return are crowded together with those who have just arrived at the gate of the academy and are about to get off. It's bustling, it's not lively.

Xiao Qiang loudly told Lao Zhou, who was driving the ox cart, to be sure to come to pick up the son at sunset, so he dragged He Xian and hurriedly ran to the door of the academy.

A master with a sinister face and an old-fashioned expression, holding a two-foot-long ring ruler, like a door god, stood at the door of the academy with his back hand, ready to surround the late students.

Seeing this familiar scene, He Xianwan smiled, stopped his hurried footsteps, bowed deeply to the door god, and then entered the door.

The door god was stunned for a moment, and a rare smile appeared on his eternal face.

Mengxue's school house is located in the northeast corner of the academy, next to the residences of the masters. Before coming, Xiaoqiang had obviously explored the way, and led He Xian to the door of He Xian's school house at a trot. There are not many children in Mengxue, and as far as the eye can see, there are only six or seven of them, all of whom are six or seven years old. In front of each child is a low table, on which there are several rolls of bamboo slips, which are naturally textbooks for learning. Underneath the low table is a futon. There were no tables and chairs in the Han Dynasty, and eating, reading, and chatting were all sitting on the ground. From the common people to the doctors of the Son of Heaven, they are all like this.

Sima Hui was already sitting at the top, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand and reading them with relish. On the low table in front of him, there is a simple incense burner. A few wisps of cigarette smoke curled up.

He Xian took the small basket of bamboo slips from Xiaoqiang's hand, put it on his back, walked into the school, bowed respectfully to Sima Hui, and found the nearest empty seat to sit down.

The ancients attached great importance to the teacher, and the apprenticeship ceremony was no less than the ceremony of flowers and candles in the cave room, which was quite grand. He Xian is now studying under Sima Hui Kaimeng, that is, the most basic level of literacy and writing, and has a teacher-student relationship, but has not yet performed the rite of apprenticeship.

"You're that little fat man?" A little girl's crisp voice sounded in He Xian's ears.

He Xian had a chill, and said that the demon would endure it, but he was still a demon little fat man. Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it. He Xian turned his head to look at it with a hideous face, but what caught his eye was a little girl who was not beautiful. The skin is dark, the face is full of freckles, the hair is not much and yellow, and he barely tied up two pigtails, which really corresponds to the old saying that yellow hair hangs down. But the girl's facial features are quite three-dimensional, especially a pair of big eyes, which shine with a cunning light. If it were in modern times, He Xian would have very good reason to suspect that this little girl had Western blood.

But were there mixed races in the Han Dynasty? He Xian was stunned for a moment.

"My name is Ah Chou, and I am also a disciple of Master Sima." Seeing that He Xian was stunned and did not speak, the little girl added and explained.

"Shh Good men don't fight women! Bear with it! He Xian retracted his fat face that had been folded into Michelin tires with great ungentlemanly demeanor, completely ignoring the little girl named Ugly in the seat next to him.

"Looks like it's time for me to lose weight! Wicked little fat man? Depend on! It's too damaging to my brother's glorious image in the Han Dynasty! He Xian thought viciously.

In his previous life, He Xian had always been oppressed, he was an out-and-out thin man, and he had never experienced the pain of a fat man. Seeing those classmates with KFC cones stuffed in their mouths and shouting to lose weight is always quite contemptible. There were no cones in the Han Dynasty, but there were servants to serve them when they couldn't stand it. Those heartfelt servants who couldn't wait to go to the toilet were all arranged for He Xian. How could He Xian, who was accustomed to being a slave of learning, examination, house, car and child, resist the enthusiasm of the servants, so the fine traditions of glorious labor, self-reliance, and hard work were all left behind, in exchange for He Xian's fat.

The brass bell rings in the middle of the academy, and the melodious sound comes, making people feel as if they are in an ancient temple deep in the mountains. The sound of the bells, especially the brass bells, is excellent. Compared with the harsh electric ringtones of later generations, I don't know how many times stronger.