Who knows, that Tang Liang looked at Li Ling strangely, raised his hand, pointed at Li Ling, and then smiled: "Barbarian, you are not arrogant, rich is not extravagant, although you are talented and hidden, I am afraid that you will not fulfill your wish!" ”

Li Ling was taken aback, this is familiar, but, what does it mean? It's really troublesome for the ancients to speak, why are they always literary! Then he hurriedly said: "Brother Tang, what do you mean?" ”

Tang Liang lowered his voice, put it in Li Ling's ear, and said, "With your brother Tang's understanding of you, I know that you have no intention of fame, and you are not interested in the Four Books and Five Classics, so do you know why the old gentleman has to pull you to the academy a few days?" ”

Li Ling shook his head indifferently, he really didn't know! "Don't hide it from Brother Tang, if I know who pleaded with Li Laohan to let me come to the academy, I must make him look good!"

"Oh, he must be good-looking? Why are you going to make him look good? Tang Liang looked at Li Ling teasingly, with a lot of playfulness in his eyes.

Li Ling replied without hesitation and with confidence, as if letting him study would make him a eunuch, clenching his fists and looking bitter and hateful: "Hmph! I asked Zhao Mei to beat him so hard that he was looking for teeth all over the ground, no, he couldn't even recognize his wife! ”

Tang Liang laughed out loud when he heard this, and said, "Barbarian, it seems that you really don't know." After saying that, I couldn't help but laugh for a while.

Li Ling nodded helplessly, and gave him a white eye full of resentment: "Isn't this nonsense, if I know it, I'll go and beat him directly, who is still here to talk to you, it's a waste of words!" ”

"Well, let's say okay first, after the old brother told you, you are not allowed to do anything to the old brother." Tang Liang seemed to be a little uneasy, there was no way, he was sometimes not at ease with Li Ling - although Li Ling was his life-saving benefactor, not to mention, the current benefactor was still so melancholy!

Li Ling waved his hand very generously, and said impatiently: "Don't worry, Brother Tang, what do you think of me, I don't think I will do anything to you." ”

Tang Liang couldn't help laughing, and suddenly pointed at Li Ling!

Li Ling didn't know what was going on, he just looked at Tang Liang!

Tang Liang pointed again!

Li Ling vaguely seemed to understand something, and said angrily: "What does this mean? ”

Tang Liang almost laughed, and said: "You wrote a poem "Silent Night Thoughts", which is a good poem, the old gentleman took it to the academy and asked around, and naturally felt that you were a good material for reading, and in the future, the matter of the glorious lintel will be all on you!" ”

When Li Ling heard this, he suddenly became like a frosted eggplant!

What a consequence of being cheap!

It's just that he didn't see it, Tang Liang's gaze at him became different from before, it used to be respect, respect with distance, and now it is respect.

Over there, Liu Fuzi and Li Xianggao finally finished talking, and Li Ling, under the leadership of the two little old men, reluctantly conducted an all-round tour of his academy, and finally arrived at the classroom after reaching the deepest part.

Naturally, the classroom that Li Ling entered was a specially organized enlightenment class in the academy, of course, it was not an enlightenment in the real sense, but compared with those students who were about to take the township examination and the general examination, the knowledge taught in this enlightenment class was relatively easy to learn and understand.

Li Ling took a look, only to find that Xiao Yi and Tang Liang had really put a lot of thought into it, and it turned out that the layout of this classroom had a rough appearance since then!

In front of the classroom, there is a portrait of Master Confucius. On the portrait, he was full of energy, with a fluttering beard, thinking that he advocated courtesy and benevolence, traveled around the world, revised the "Six Classics", and traveled all his life, Li Ling couldn't help but sigh.

Further down, there is a slightly higher table than the ground, with a wooden board on it, on which there is faint handwriting, which is probably the lectern of later generations.

Hanging at the back of the classroom is also a portrait of Yasheng Mencius; On both sides of the classroom are some inspiring words; There are dozens of wooden desks and dozens of wooden benches in the classroom, which are simple and elegant.

There are already some sparse students in the classroom, I don't know if it's too stupid, seeing this master leading a new classmate in, they are all staring blankly, looking, really, the psychology of a spectator! I don't know how to give some applause to welcome the new students! Li Ling was very helpless!

"Li Ling, this is the Confucian Sage, salute the Confucian Saint!" Liu Fuzi said with a smile. Li Xianggao, who was standing beside Li Ling, was very nervous, for fear that this stinky boy would speak wildly and blaspheme the saint.

After bowing to the Confucian saint, he naturally had to bow to Liu Fuzi, who probably knew from Li Xianggao that the handsome son in front of him was the writer of "Silent Night Thoughts", and his gaze at Li Ling was even kinder than Li Xianggao's gaze at Li Ling.

"Li Ling, you will be a student of this Yunhe Academy in the future, you must study hard to live up to your father's expectations!" Liu Fuzi hurriedly hugged Li Ling and taught earnestly.

This kind of scene reminded Li Ling of his previous life, when he was a few years old, he was also sent to school by his father like this, and he was also taught by the principal like this, the principal's surname was He, first asked him the color of the clothes he was wearing, and then asked Li Ling to count, Li Ling in his previous life was very smart, and he could count to a hundred skillfully when he was three years old. It was the eighties of the nineteenth century, I don't know if kindergartens in the city have been popularized, but there is no concept of kindergarten in the countryside at all, three-year-old Li Ling was praised by people in ten miles and eight towns for being smart, just a prodigy hat is missing, fortunately there is no hat, otherwise, it is another wound Zhongyong!

"The classroom is not full yet, so you can find a seat at will." After Li Xianggao said goodbye, Liu Fuzi said to Li Ling kindly.

Li Ling was secretly happy in his heart, it seems that this Master Liu should be a good person, in the future, he should be given a salary increase, good people have good rewards!

In the academy, classes are held for two hours in the morning, where the master explains the texts and teaches the teachings to the students, and in the afternoon, everyone studies freely, and there is a break in the middle of the two hours in the morning or afternoon. Li Ling had just found a seat and sat down, and it was time to rest.

Li Ling walked out of the classroom with everyone bored, and he didn't know where Zhaomei went, so he could only watch everyone alone, and he was in a daze alone.

A group of children were playing eagles and catching chickens, and no one cared about the newcomer Li Ling...... Li Ling felt that he was isolated by the little children, and felt a little angry, but after thinking about it, no matter what, he was also an old goblin who had lived two lifetimes, so he no longer bothered with them.