"Brother Huairen, why have you been in the hut for so long?"

A young man's shout came from outside the door.

The young man was anxious to spin outside, the angry look of the previous gentleman was still vivid, he felt that this time Brother Huairen was dead, and no one had ever dared to ask for a toilet when Mr. was teaching, and it was two quarters of an hour to go to the toilet.

Inside the latrine.

Li Huairen looked at the bamboo piece in his hand and fell silent.

, is this the welfare of the traverser? Where can his delicate chrysanthemums stand this? Damn, he knew that he was excited for a long time after crossing over, but he was going to face this severe test the next day?

"Brother Huairen, really, you're coming out soon, Mr. is going to be in a hurry."

The boy was about to cry, and if he delayed any longer, he was afraid that even he would be punished by his husband.

"Hey."

Li Huairen sighed deeply, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Made, it, Ollie!

……

Li Huairen walked out with blank eyes, and at this moment he suddenly remembered a song by Dong Chou.

Chrysanthemum remnants ♪♪♪

Wounds ♪♪♪ all over the ground

Your smile has turned yellow ♪♪♪

What is the relevance of the special? But isn't that?

"Brother Huairen, you can figure it out, let's go back quickly."

When the young man saw Li Huairen come out, he pulled Li Huairen to the school without saying a word.

Mr. Zhang Minghe, a private student, saw Li Huairen and Xu Erniu coming back, and immediately snorted coldly.

"It's over, this time Li Huairen is unlucky."

"Li Huairen is really looking for death, last time I made my husband angry, my father almost beat me to death."

"But...... Li Huairen, he doesn't have a father. ”

“……”

Before Zhang Minghe could speak, these half-sized children in the hall were already ready to eat melons and watch the play.

"Li Huairen, when I was teaching, you asked to go to the toilet, I read people have three urgency, so I promised you, why did you go for a moment or two and never come back? You have thought about it and answered, otherwise Hugh blames the teacher for being ruthless. ”

Zhang Minghe's eyes narrowed, the whole person exuded a dangerous aura, and the hand holding the ring ruler was already ready to move.

Small scene, who is Li Huairen?

The traverser is also! How can you be frightened by such a small scene?

I saw that Li Huairen did not panic at all, and bent over.

"Back to Mr. Hui's words, when the student goes to the toilet, he is grateful for the teacher's kindness, and occasionally feels it, and he has one or two verses, and he can't help but be happy at the beginning, and when he comes back to his senses, he knows that two moments have passed, and he hopes that Mr. will forgive me."

Zhang Minghe heard this, and slandered in his heart, Li Huairen is not good at studying, he has been enrolled for five years, and he has not even taken a county exam, if it is not for the fact that this school is fully funded by the village, but all the school-age children of Taoyuan Village can come here to study, and there is no need to be restrained, otherwise an orphan like Li Huairen will not have the opportunity to study in this school for five years.

Ordinary people, if their son has no future in school, at least one or two years, at most three or four years, they will let their son go back to farming or learn a trade, so as to plan for the future days.

But Li Huairen is like a dog skin plaster, he can't learn, and he has been defeated and defeated repeatedly.

is like this, what kind of poems can Li Huairen get occasionally, and he is still immersed in it, and he doesn't know how time passes?

With doubts, Zhang Minghe opened his mouth and asked: "What kind of verse makes you can't help but be happy, you might as well talk to everyone about it, if it is nonsense, the teacher will let you know the power of the ruler." ”

Li Huairen lowered his head and smiled at the corner of his mouth, isn't this it?

"Mr. Hui's words, the poem is 'The spring silkworm dies to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry'. Thanks to Mr. not giving up, Huairen has been studying in the diligent school for five years, Huairen is dull, not good at studying, grateful for the teacher's kindness like a spring silkworm spinning silk, dedication, but also like a wax torch burning, illuminating us. The teacher's kindness is like a mountain, and Huairen is grateful. ”

Li Huairen's words were sincere, his feelings were deep, he raised his head slightly, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Zhang Minghe was stupid, and even the ring ruler in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

An inexplicable sadness welled up in my heart, and after the sadness, I was proud and relieved.

He couldn't help but stroke his half-fingered beard, and the more he looked at Li Huairen, the happier he became.

"A good sentence 'the spring silkworm to the end of the dead silk, the wax torch into ashes and tears began to dry', the poem is easy to understand but there is no lack of human reason, the so-called small words, nothing more than this. Huairen disciple, just this sentence? What about the others? ”

Zhang Minghe looked at Li Huairen like a baby waiting to be fed.

Li Huairen secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly replied.

"Mr. Hui's words, the student is stupid, but he only occasionally gets these two sentences."

Just kidding, just taking out these two sentences can be said to be grateful for the teacher's kindness, if you really take out the full text, wouldn't it be a self-destructive act?

Li Huairen's answer made Zhang Ming's fit stagnant, and the disappointment was almost written on his face.

I have to say that these two lines of Li Huairen's poems are scratching Zhang Minghe's itch. Based on these two sentences alone, Zhang Minghe is sure that the whole poem must be good. It's a pity that there are only two sentences, if you get the whole poem, his reputation will not rise gradually?

"Oh, that's a pity. Sit down, my disciple. ”

Zhang Minghe sighed and said.

Although he was disappointed that Li Huairen's poems were not complete, because there were only two sentences, Zhang Minghe believed that it was written by Li Huairen.

"Yes, sir."

Li Huairen bowed respectfully, and then sat down slowly.

Zhang Minghe has never felt that Li Huairen looks so pleasing to the eye as he does today, and even the slightest dissatisfaction with Li Huairen's stupidity is gone today.

On the other hand, those students who are usually quite alert, how Zhang Minghe looks at it now is not pleasing to the eye.

"Look at Huairen and then look at you, you won't be ashamed? No one has written down Huairen's exquisite poems? The teacher is very disappointed in you, go back today, copy Huairen's poems two hundred times, if anyone can't finish copying, tomorrow will not be used in the school. ”

Zhang Minghe's heartbroken look is really like that.

It's a pity that he is facing the actor Li Huairen, can he hide Li Huairen from that little bit of caution? It's nothing more than using these two poems to brush up on the prestige of the village.

Anyway, this matter is not a bad thing for Li Huairen, and if you brush Zhang Minghe's reputation, won't you also brush his reputation by the way?

Because it was busy with farming, the school only held half-day classes every day.

After class.

Zhang Minghe called out to Li Huairen.

"Huairen apprentice, are you going to go to the county test this year?"

Li Huairen was happy when he heard it, in the memory of his predecessor, only he begged Zhang Minghe to let him take the county exam, and Zhang Minghe took the initiative to ask.

"Sir, the student wants to go."

One thing to say, there is nothing more bloody than taking the test for fame. No matter how much he Li Huairen said, he is also a 211 graduate, and he has no status in Zhihu with an average of 985 per capita, but in this kind of ancient times, not to mention much, the knowledge is not comparable to these ancient people. You may not be able to take the top prize or something, but it is not impossible to think about it if you are a middle-aged person, or even a middle-aged scholar.

Take a test, be an official, develop the economy, the kidneys of the three palaces and six courtyards may not be able to withstand it, and the three wives and four concubines are rotated exactly a week. This kind of life, isn't it fragrant?

"Hehe, this is also the idea for the teacher, go back and prepare well, and strive to pass the county exam this time."

"Yes, sir."

Li Huairen didn't take a few steps out of the school before he was stopped by Xu Erniu.

"Brother Huairen, my father said, let you eat at home after school."

Li Huairen looked at the handsome boy in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh that the folk customs were simple, if it weren't for Xu Erniu's family to take care of him over the years, I'm afraid that the predecessor would have died a long time ago.

He rubbed Xu Erniu's head, and suddenly found that this young man hadn't washed his hair for a long time, and his hair oil could be used to fry vegetables, so he withdrew his hand and said while rubbing it on Xu Erniu's body: "Erniu, Erniu, you said that you are very delicate, why do you call Erniu this name." ”

"Brother Huairen, isn't this my father hoping that I can be as strong as two cows? Thanks to the name my father gave me, you can see that I have never had a major illness or a minor illness over the years. ”

Xu Erniu said proudly.

"That's right, Brother Huairen."

"Huh?"

"I feel like you're not the same as usual."

"Where do you come from?"

"I don't know, it's just the feeling anyway."

"Erniu, people are all changeable. Secretly tell you a secret, yesterday I dreamed of an immortal, he told me, life ten tricks, I was sealed nine tricks, the immortal is merciful, and opened me seven tricks, so I look a little changed, you know? ”

Li Huairen took out the most commonly used routine to travel through ancient times, the immortal carrying the pot method.

If there is anything that doesn't make sense, just throw it all to the immortals and it's over.

Xu Erniu scratched his head: "Brother Huairen, then why didn't the immortals open the eight orifices for you?" ”

Li Huairen sighed: "You are stupid, if you open the eight tricks, isn't there only one thing left?" ”

"Although I don't quite understand what it means, Brother Huairen, what you said, that's right."

Xu Erniu said with a smile.

The folk customs are simple!

Li Huairen grabbed Xu Erniu's shoulder.

"Erniu, don't worry, if you have a bite to eat from Brother Huairen in the future, you won't be hungry, and with your Brother Huairen's handpiece paper, you will have half of it!"

"Brother Huairen, I'm hungry."

Xu Erniu touched his stomach and said innocently.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go, go to your house for dinner!"