Walking through the courtyard and bypassing the corridor of flowers, Ah Xian pulled the ingots and sat down behind the last two tables in the school in the direction pointed by the master. The radish heads around pointed at the two of them, and exchanged heads and ears, and there was a little bit of excitement for a while. Lin He'an viciously swung his fists around; Lin Hefang did not move his eyebrows, and he still had a face that no one should approach.

"Quiet, the last two are new students, everyone should get along." After a brief introduction, Master Yan opened the book and prepared for class.

This school has three halls of Zhixin, Minxue, and Mingde, and the explanations are three contents, and the new students will be divided into the Zhixin Hall and under the control of the strict master.

"Today we are talking about the word 'benevolence', the gentle one, the benevolence of the foundation." The one-day course begins with the beginning of the word Ren.

Zi said: The benevolent person loves others, self-denial is benevolence, one day self-denial and retribution, and the world returns to benevolence. It means that in order to be benevolent, everyone must learn to love others and know etiquette ......" Master Yan's voice was low and moist, and he spoke eloquently and beautifully, and Yuan Bao fell asleep in such a voice, leaving a table of crystal saliva.

When he was pushed to wake up, there were bursts of snickering around him. Yuan Bao wiped the saliva from his mouth suddenly, and looked at the case office with sleepy eyes. At this look, the sleepy insect that had just been making a lot of fun suddenly ran away, and saw that Master Yan was staring at him angrily with a black face and looking at a piece of rotten wood.

"Lin He'an, I just talked about the meaning of the word 'righteousness', you repeat it." His tone was cold, and his brows were furrowed.

"Mr. Hui, the righteous are just and appropriate, which is the distinction of art, and the festival of benevolence. The meaning requires us to realize benevolence according to different standards, different circumstances, and different degrees when we put it into practice. Ah Xian bowed to the master, and replied in a flat voice.

Master Yan looked away and looked up and down at this student with a good memory, "Your name is Lin Hefang?" ”

"Mr. Hui, exactly" Ah Xian's eyebrows were faint.

"Sit down" glanced at the two of them, paused, shook their heads again with the book, and the sound of the students reading aloud followed, and the sound was in the ears.

It's easy to get out of class, and before Yuanbao has time to urinate, he is surrounded by four or five people, Ah Xian has already shortened his body and quickly drilled out from under the armpit.

"Hey! You kid can do it! On the first day, he dared to sleep in Master Yan's class, and he was not punished. "When students look at ingots, they are as rare as monkeys.

"That's it, judging by the way you two are dressed, you guess you're from the nearby village, right? Tsk, I can afford to go to school. The second student had a fat head and big ears, and he bit the chicken leg and asked Yuanbao with an oily mouth.

"You, your brother is amazing!" The three thin students had some admiration for the delicate-eyed Ah Xian.

In the midst of the chatter, and the bursts of people also alternated, the ingots endured a long day with a bitter face. Standing at the door of the school and seeing his father, he didn't even care about saying goodbye to his master, he climbed into the car with his hands and feet, shrunk in the corner and shivered, the school was terrible.

Lin Yuan frowned when he looked at it, and turned his head to look at the other. Ah Xian was unhurriedly saying goodbye to his master, and slowly walked to the donkey cart and stretched out his arms to wait for his father to pick him up in the cart. When he sat down, he slowly took out the dried meat that his mother had packed for him from the cloth bag and ate it. Yuan Bao looked at it and swallowed his saliva, he had already finished eating on the way to the school.

"Why are you helping me during the day?" Yuan Bao swallowed saliva and tried to bring the relationship closer in the small space that moved.

Ah Xian glanced at him and chose to ignore it, and after eating the dried meat in three or two times, the old god was lying on the ground on the board covered with a thick quilt and pretending to sleep.

Yuan Bao saw that this person had a stinky face all day long, and he was very boring. Taking advantage of the fact that he was unprepared, he took a hot breath into his hand, and suddenly stretched out his cold hand to scratch his armpit and tickle the flesh.

"Haha, see how you are serious?" Yuan Bao covered his small mouth with open teeth and smiled.

"Despicable villain!" Ah Xian resisted, turned over and pressed the person under his crotch.

The two "giggled" and "haha" laughed together. Lin Yuan listened to the noise in the car, and looked at the heavy snow in the sky, which was also very pleasing to the eyes, and breathed the white heat into his hands, tightened his clothes, and hurried home.

"Ah Niang, Ah Niang" two similar children's voices sounded one after another in Wen Wan's ears. Before she could react, her legs were caught between two dolls, one left and one right.

"A-Niang, let's eat quickly? Ingot is hungry. "It's a snack.

"Auntie, I learned all the words taught by Mr. today." This is small facial paralysis.

"It's fucking cold! Hurry up, Wan Niang, Wan Niang, take the guy out and eat it in a hot pot. "This is a big foodie who keeps puffing into his hands.

Wen Wan let the three men of all sizes make noise, lifted the thick cotton curtain, and served the hot dishes and barbecued meat. The three of them hurriedly rushed to the table to pick up the rice bowl and devoured it, two of them were blowing their beards for a piece of meat, and one was holding his head down and rolling his sleeves.

She didn't care about them, she just drank the warm mutton soup by herself, thinking in her heart that she had been here for five years.

When the ingots were mixed in Zhixintang, and Ah Xian rose all the way from Zhixintang to Mingdetang at the speed of a rocket, it was already the spring of the thirteenth year of Ming orthodoxy.

On this day, Yuanbao was fishing in the troubled waters of Zhixintang as usual, and Ah Xian was also lying on the front table of Mingde Hall as usual and pretending to sleep.

Suddenly, Ah Xian opened his eyes boredly and casually glanced at the master's lesson plan. Master Yu, who was dropping the book bag, shook his hand, and almost shook the faded "Three Character Classic" to the ground, "Cough, that, what, the meaning of this paragraph was wrong just now, let's talk about it again." ”

Seeing that Lin Hefang was lying back on the table again, Master Yu wiped the sweat from his head, exhaled heavily, and then dropped the bookbag.

Even more frightened than the master was Lin Yuan, who had been approached by the master countless times in a year. Either let him bring home the little son who is naughty and mischievous, and ask Gao Ming; Either let him bring back to his eldest son, who is talented and unforgettable, or the Master. The so-called two heavens of ice and fire, but that's it.

And Wen Wan was as satisfied as usual with the mother-in-law who sold vegetables in the market, and after bargaining, carrying a basket of tender leeks, ready to go home to make leek pork dumplings to eat. Her lower abdomen bulged slightly, and she looked like she was pregnant again.

After buying vegetables and chrysanthemums, they met in the old place, and they talked and laughed and took the ox cart newly bought by the old Wang's family at the head of the village to rush home. This is the new livelihood that Lao Wang wants, and each person only needs to spend a penny to take his car to the town to catch the market. There are also twenty or thirty copper plates to make money in one trip.

Suddenly, with a "hoo", the ox cart stopped suddenly, and everyone was brought down by inertia.

"What's the matter, Wang? Why do you stop? Chrysanthemum held Wen Wan, who was protecting her stomach, and held the car board with the other hand, frowning and dissatisfied, and asked the old Wang who was driving in front of her.

"Before, in front, there are dead people!" Lao Wang replied with a white face, and his gray beard trembled. I didn't look at the yellow calendar when I went out.

Everyone looked in front of the car, and sure enough, a strangely dressed young man was covered in blood in the middle of the dirt road, blocking their way. If he was bold, he got out of the car and walked over and stretched out his hand to probe his breath.

"Hey, it's all up to you, and you're still angry!" The bold woman shouted back in surprise, and kept waving to everyone in the car, so that several old ladies in front of the car couldn't help but get out of the car to see.

The man was thin and dark-skinned, lying on the side of the road with his eyes closed, and a large knife beside him, and red blood dripping all over the ground.

"Can't be saved!" Wen Wan tugged on the sleeve of the chrysanthemum tightly, and she vaguely saw the man's clothes, which she knew, were Hufu.

"Wanniang, what did you say?" Chrysanthemum asked her in a loud voice.

"I said I couldn't save it!" Gentle and white face repeated.

The gossip stopped instantly, and everyone looked at her in a daze. These simple villagers asked her with silent gazes, waiting for her to pull out one, two, three.

The rule handed down by the older generation: If you don't save yourself when you die, you will be punished! What's more, this man is still a young offspring?

"He, the style of clothes on his body, is not our Ming. And you see that the tip of his sword is full of blood. She explained with difficulty.

When everyone heard her say this, they noticed that this person was inappropriate, but it was also possible that he was a foreigner, and the beast that came out hurt him, and everyone was a little undecided for a while.

"This man can't be saved! Think of our men! Our children! Is this person of unknown origin more important than them? If he is a villain, won't we send sheep into the tiger's mouth? Gently interrupted their thoughts of saving people. She touched her belly, she couldn't afford to gamble.

Some of the young women had already gritted their teeth and stepped back to get into the car, some of them still standing still.

Wen Wan took another dose of fierce medicine, "If we save the Japanese barbarians, they will kill people without blinking an eye and devour human flesh alive." Besides, his chest was slightly undulating and breathing, which obviously meant that he couldn't die for a while. ”

Lao Wang's family still has a few little grandchildren waiting to be fed, otherwise he would not have tried his best to come out to earn money. He hurriedly pulled the rope of the cow and beckoned everyone to hurry up and get into the car, thinking that more was better than less.

"Let's go, go home, go home, how can you care about the life and death of others if you have cubs at home?" He stretched out his hand like a chicken and drove everyone to the car.

The few men who did not move on the spot were urged by him and hesitated to get into the car, looking like they were a little more complaining in their gentle eyes. There was nothing to say all the way, and as soon as the ox cart entered the village, everyone went back to their houses.

Wen Wan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, fortunately, they didn't send kindness to save people, saving unnecessary trouble. However, the very next day, Chrysanthemum came running upside down to tell Wen Wan that the man had just been carried back to the village yesterday.

This morning, Zhao Shi, who worked in the town, returned to the village, and saw that the man was still lying on the side of the road covered in blood, so he carried the man back to the village all the way panting.

Wen Wan, who heard this, smashed the scoop of water in his hand on the ground with two "dong dong" sounds. From the moment she saw the man, her uneasiness covered her heart like a gray mist, making her breathless.