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"'Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info clear sky and a crane row on the clouds, it will lead poetry to the blue sky. This poem was written by the great poet Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty when he was demoted to the south; It is one of the few poems that abandons the sad and sad autumn tune, which I didn't really like very much, but today I saw the joy that autumn brings. Steward Hu, you see, planting a grain of millet in spring, isn't it what farmers and peasant women are looking forward to today? Every time there is a good harvest, every family can also have a good year. Guo Shan was talking while carrying his robe and walking on the ridge.

Hu Laohan followed closely behind Guo Shan, and said with a smile: "What the young master said is that this year, the world is peaceful, the wind and rain are smooth, not only our family, but also the income and growth of other households are also very good. According to the old slave, the harvest on our farm this year will be twice as much as last year's. By October, our empty treasury will be full again, even more than the savings of the previous two years combined. If the harvest is good, our harvest will be good. ”

Guo Shan smiled, stood up and looked back at him and said, "That's right, the farmers are good, and those of us who collect rent will be better off." Everyone knows that there is a saying in "Hanshu Li Shiqi Biography" that everyone often hears, called "the king is based on the people, and the people are based on food". This king refers not only to the emperor, but also to those employers who depend on the people to make a living. If there is no support of the people, the emperor, who has lost the foundation of the world, will become the king of the country. Without the tenant farmers' rents, the landlords, who had lost their labour, could leave the countryside to be left unsolving. Therefore, if the king wants not to lose the country, and the landlord does not want to lose his labor, he must get his subjects to support him. But how can we get people to obey? Naturally, they can't starve. This is the most basic principle of the actions of those in power, but no one has really implemented it throughout the ages. ”

As he spoke, he walked, and the man began to pant a little.

After a long period of pampering, Childe's illness was finally revealed.

The maid Xiaoyou on the side hurriedly stepped forward to hug Guo Shan, he glanced at Xiaoyou, who was only half a head taller than him, and with the dignity of a man, he gently pushed away Xiaoyou's support and continued on the road with a slight embarrassment: "I have heard people say, 'A person is not rich, everyone in a family is rich, that is rich.'" So I don't hesitate to let the people around me live a good life. ”

Climbing to the Caotang Academy, Guo Shan was already panting like a cow.

Ignoring his reserve, he hooked up and panted to look back. In the endless rice fields, you can see Chang'an City and the Baqiao that you passed when you came: "In the end, it is degenerate, and this section of the road can almost not be conquered." ”

When he was out of breath, he rolled his eyes and looked at Hu Laohan and said, "Is it class time now?" ”

Looking at the plaque of 'Caotang Academy' on the manor, Hu Laohan replied: "It's noon, and the students who want to come to the academy have gone back to eat." The academy also has a gatehouse, why don't you let the old slave ask? ”

"Go and ask." Guo Shan looked at the closed door of the academy.

"Let the servant ask." The maid Xiaoyou hurriedly stood up and nodded Guo Shan before Ying Yingtingting went.

Looking at the back of the girl walking towards the Caotang Academy, Guo Shan was a little distracted, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Hu Laohan said: "Young master, is this Miss missed?" ”

Guo Shan nodded and sighed: "I don't know how Xiao Juan is doing at her cousin's house." ”

Hu Laohan was stunned and cried: "Young master, don't have any heart, be careful of hurting your own body." Miss, she has a good heart, and God must protect her. ”

"Young master, the porter said that the students were taken out by Master Xu, and we are a step late." As soon as Hu Laohan cried here, Xiaoyou walked back over there.

"Xu Qian? What about Miss Susu and Sister Ning? Guo Shan wondered.

"The porter said that Miss Wang and Miss Ning went to the piano shop this morning, and they will not be able to come back until the evening. Master, what do you see? She looked at Guo Shan.

"We're here to see the students, ask the concierge, where the students have been taken by Mrs. Xu, let's take a look." Guo Shandao.

"Young Master, look there." Hu Laohan stared, not caring at all about the dirty and sticky tears on his face that had not been wiped dry, but stared and raised his eyes and pointed to the bank of the Bahe River not far from the countryside Xiangliba Bridge in the distance. There was a group of children rolling in the countryside, and the shouts of several children could be faintly heard in the wind.

"Sister Xu is also there, young master, it's them." Xiao Youxi smiled.

Guo Shan's face darkened, and his legs and stomach trembled a little; If I knew that these students were on the other side of the Baqiao, would I still walk such a long way and climb such a steep slope?

"Let's go, let's see." Gritting his teeth, Guo Shan walked down first, and his body was supported by Hu Laohan.

The three of them walked down the path, and Hu Laohan and Xiaoyou hugged Guo Shan on the one hand, saving him effort. After walking down a long way, Guo Shan's face was lost, and he vowed to pick up the martial arts that were lost to Old Man Xu again.

"This Xu Qian is really, the young master asked her to teach, but she brought the child here to play." Hu Laohan knew that his young master was so good at face, and when he saw Guo Shan walking all the way, his face turned from red to black, so he suddenly put the responsibility on Xu Qian to save Guo Shan's face.

Guo Shan's face can be kept by his old man Hu? He's self-aware. After listening to Hu Laohan's words, his face darkened, and he said indignantly: "I taught her to take students out to learn to paint, does Steward Hu think that the method I taught is wrong?" ”

Hu Laohan's face changed suddenly, and he said aggrievedly: "Where does the old slave dare to say that the young master is not?" Eh, young master, wait for me. Hurriedly chased after Guo Shan, who was brushing his sleeves away.

As soon as Guo Shan approached the Bahe River, several sharp-eyed older children recognized the well-dressed Young Master Guo at a glance.

The three sensible young men glanced at Guo Shan timidly, and hurriedly called out to Young Master Guo. One of them was more clever, and ran away as soon as he saw Guo Shan turn around.

Guo Shan was a little puzzled, what is this kid running?

Raising his eyes, Xiao You came up and raised his hand to point in the direction where the fleeing young man was going, and said to him, "Young master, look, Sister Xu is there." ”

Xiaoyou followed Tang Juan earlier and was Tang Juan's personal maid. Needless to say, he is also quite loyal. First, because of Tang Juan, and secondly, she is indeed different from illiterate maids, so even after Tang Juan leaves, she is still special in the Guo family. She and Hu Laohan both knew that the Burrow was opened by Guo Shan, and naturally knew that Xu Qian and Guo Shan had a master-slave relationship.

Sure enough, looking at the place where she raised her hand and pointed, Xu Qian was sitting on the edge of the Bahe River talking to the students. She was not dressed as brightly as in the Burrow, just a simple regular dress, and there were not so many heavy headdresses on her head, although this woman was dressed a little simpler, but Guo Shan could recognize her at a glance with her seductive figure.

"Let's go, let's see." Guo Shan talked to Xiaoyou, but he didn't care about Hu Laohan.

Without waiting for Guo Shan to go up and talk, the young man who turned around and ran away earlier had already 'reported' Guo Shan's arrival to Xu Qian. Xu Qian turned her head to look at Guo Shan, and hurriedly greeted her. Several students who listened to her lecture also stood up one after another and looked at Guo Shan's side.

"The slave family has seen Guo Gongzi." She stepped forward and saluted slightly, then showed a mouthful of bright teeth and said with a smile: "Why is Childe here?" ”

Guo Shan returned the salute with his hands crossed, and said with a smile: "The academy has been open for a long time, and I haven't been here for a long time except for the earlier ones. Xu Niangzi is teaching painting? ”

Xu Qian nodded, and hurriedly asked Guo Shan to sit by the river.

Guo Shan didn't shirk it, and followed her to the place where she stayed before.

The students didn't know the rules and didn't know how to give up their seats when the head of the house came. Xu Qian was very self-aware and gave up her position without outsiders.

Guo Shanyi sat on the slightly warm leather cushion she had sat on before raising her head and asking, "Why don't you sit?" "My face was dark, and I saw that none of the students in that group were willing to contribute the mats.

"The slave family will not sit." Xu Qian smiled and said.

Although the two are in a master-servant relationship, Guo Shan is really embarrassed to occupy other people's seats with Erlang's legs crossed. In itself, the words landlord and slave owner were derogatory in later generations.

"The old slave is going to fetch the mat." Hu Laohan, the housekeeper, was not in vain, so he immediately turned around and left. Guo Shandao: "No need"

Guo Shan really couldn't bear to let this old man run so far. But Hu Laohan didn't hear Guo Shan's words, and he had already run away in a hurry.

"It's just a matter of owe an ass, where is the need to run another mile? You can sit on this cushion, and Young Master Ben will sit on the ground. Guo Shan got up, picked up the mat and handed it to Xu Qian.

Xu Qian hurriedly said: "The son is from a rich family, how can he sit on this dirty ground?" ”

Guo Shan didn't care, he couldn't help but withdraw his hand and simply sat on the ground. Xu Qian's maid over there served tea very clearly, and Guo Shan didn't care how bad the tea in the Tang Dynasty was. He raised his glass and poured it, blushing and said, "I won't tell you, I didn't know you were here before." I went to the academy with Steward Hu and Xiao Youbai to come here again, this time I was tired of coming, and now I want to sit down. ”

Xu Qian smiled, personally filled the teacup vacated by Guo Shan, and said with a smile: "Childe, this is here to find Sister Su Su, right?" ”

"Mainly the students who came to see the Burrow" looked around, a group of children in the field ran away to play after Xu Qian's discipline, Guo Shan asked Xu Qian: "What do you think of the current Burrow?" ”

Xu Qian smiled bitterly: "Don't hide it from the son, the slave family has never heard of a woman who has been a school teacher, and she also has teaching experience." What is the state of the academy, the slave family is not very clear. ”

"That's true, and I know that your teaching is very weak right now. Most of these students have no experience in admission. And they are of different ages, the older ones are a little dull, and the younger ones are naughty and playful. Or rather, they're here to have fun. ”

Xu Qian didn't speak, Guo Shan squinted her eyes and said to her: "However, this situation will always be broken, and everything is difficult at the beginning; After he drank the tea that Xu Qian poured for him, Xu Qian smiled and poured him another cup, but Guo Shan, who had already quenched his thirst, did not plan to drink Tang Dynasty tea again.

"I also think this book is not very easy to teach, after all, children like to play more than to learn. But we have to teach what we like to learn first, and if everyone is tired of learning, we can take everyone to play together. Reading is a lifelong thing, not a one-time thing. We are not teaching for the sake of the students, we are only teaching for the sake of increasing their wisdom. As for the students who want to be promoted, they will always study hard without us urging them. Guo Shan said with a smile and chatted with Xu Qian.

With the refreshing breeze, drinking tea by the river, I felt that the sun was more bright and lovely.

The two talked for a while, and Guo Shan asked about some things about the school and the Burrow, so he didn't want to disturb Xu Qian's teaching. I saw her gather the students to draw together, but where do those little older children like to draw so much? At first, I drew a round of the sun on the paper with a wooden board, and then I just took a pen and scribbled on the paper.

Guo Shan joined the tide of teaching, said a few words to the little children who seemed to be the same age as him but seemed to be younger than him, and then drew a turtle with a brush himself. This is one of the few paintings he has that makes people recognizable what he paints, so that he will not lose a lot of face. But after drawing the ugly turtle, under Xiao You's snickering, Guo Shan directly dropped the pen and swore not to paint again, seeing that the students had no nature of learning, Guo Shan simply drummed the beat and let the big guy sing.

According to the arrangement of the college, the music teacher and dance teacher are undertaken by Sister Ning. But Guo Shan had already made it clear to Sister Ning that he couldn't teach anything to the unhealthy repertoire in the Qinglou.

If you open an academy to teach children to sing eighteen touches, then it is strange that the parents of other children will not trouble you the next day.

When Guo Shan asked, 'What songs did your teacher teach you, and what songs do you sing?' ’

Dozens of small mouths shouted out the words 'Wolong Yin' in unison.

People are social animals, and when there are one or two children and the other children after the song, it is natural that they will also hum along. Especially singing, which is a no-brainer and effortless thing in itself, is a pleasure for most people.

As a result, the first singing performance similar to a chorus was played in the Bahe River, in the countryside of the Bahe River.

Dozens of children, dozens of voices.

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