Qingfeng Town, where Wu Zheng is now located, is a border town in Daqi Province and is also under the jurisdiction of the Weiming Empire.

Martial arts were prevalent in the Weiming Empire, but not everyone could learn martial arts. One is limited by talent, martial arts, non-talent can not be successful, persistence and hard work are important, but if you lack talent, I am afraid that it will be difficult to achieve something after all. Second, due to financial constraints, people who practice martial arts need a lot of materials, and tuition fees are extremely expensive, which is not something that ordinary families can support. The third is limited by resources, the way to practice martial arts, lies in the fine, for the average family, worship into the famous family, seek a famous teacher, learn advanced martial arts and exercises, each of which is not easy, let alone take pills, to seek a divine weapon.

In this context, the path of the Weiming Empire from the literature is not smooth, but it is a good choice. There are many ways out of martial arts, you can serve the imperial court from the army, you can create a martial arts hall, and you can join a mercenary group...... In comparison, the way out for the literati is somewhat narrow. If you can't get an official, you can only go back to your hometown to be an idle teacher or wander the rivers and lakes, make a living by writing and painting, and make a few poems to cultivate your sentiments......

There is an old gentleman in Qingyun Town who has passed the examination, but he has been repeatedly unable to appoint, and he has been idle at home. Xu has been at home for a long time, and it may be that he no longer has any hope of becoming an official, and he has recruited apprentices and started classes since the beginning of spring the year before last. The tuition fee is not expensive, it is two dollars, and there are not many students per session, about a dozen. The old gentleman was also happy to be leisurely, talking about "ethics" and "common sense" in the morning, teaching calligraphy hand-in-hand, and reciting the poems of his predecessors in the afternoon.

Wu Zheng will be five years old in the spring, and Wu Bo plans to let him go to the old gentleman to learn some skills in writing and arithmetic, so as not to make people laugh at his illiterate knowledge in the future.

Early in the morning, after breakfast, Wu Yixi was told to be home alone, and Wu Bo took Wu Zheng to the entrance of the village.

The town is actually not far away, and it is about half an hour's distance measured by the strength of a young man's feet. Uncle Wu was worried that Wu Zheng was still young and couldn't bear it, so he made an appointment with the ox cart of Hu Laohan, who was transporting firewood from the village to the town, and gave them a ride.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, the ox cart had stopped on the side of the road, Hu Laohan leaned on the car body, "let's da, da" there was a puff of cigarettes, watching Wu Zheng and Wu Bo sit down in the car, took a puff of cigarette, knocked on the body, pinned it to the waist, stepped onto the driver's seat, waved the whip and drove the ox cart away.

"When you arrive at the school, listen to the Master, and don't be naughty. I brought you two taels of broken silver, put it in your package, don't lose yourself too much......" On the way to Qingfeng Town, Uncle Wu took the trouble to advise.

"Huh?" The car body was full of firewood, Wu Zheng felt that the whole person was trembling, and he was worried about whether he would fall, and he came back to his senses when he heard Uncle Wu speak.

Uncle Wu picked up Wu Zheng, let him sit in his arms, and repeated what he had just said.

"Zheng Wazi is going to Wei Fuzi to learn enlightenment?" Hu Laohan interjected a sentence while listening to the conversation between his uncle and nephew, and then said to himself, "When I first came, I was a little older, and now I can do it in the blink of an eye...... Gee. ”

"No!" Wu Zheng puffed out his cheeks, raised his little face unconvinced, stretched out his arms and gestured to a shape that he thought was big, and his tone was deliberately exaggerated, "I was so big when I came back then." ”

Hu Laohan laughed when he heard this, and waved his whip to pull a flower in the air, "Huh...... Drive!"

The ox cart carried the three of them and continued slowly towards the town......

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It was already half an hour when they arrived in the town, so the two said goodbye to Hu Laohan, went to the teahouse to find some food, and took the one that was given to Yixi and went straight to the master's house.

After asking three or two people, Wu Bo knew the exact place of residence, and took Wu Zheng through the two alleys, and walked about 120 meters westward, and faintly saw a row of straw brick houses in front of him.

Although the house is simple, but when you look closer, it is not difficult to see that the owner is quite elegant. There is a plaque hanging on the roof beam in the middle, with four big characters on the book "I don't know the grass hall", and a pair of couplets are pasted on both sides of the plaque. There are a few green bamboos scattered on the west side of the house, and a row of peonies on the east side.

Uncle Wu looked at it and felt a little funny, this didn't seem to be an old-fashioned old pedant who only knew what to do. Led Wu Zheng through the front row of the school, and behind it was the small courtyard where the master lived, the yard was full of flowers and plants, and a few turtledoves walking around. As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, the turtledoves flapped their wings and flew away.

"Isn't it your student who is here", the voice was a little complaining, "I haven't eaten a few bites of this meal yet!"

"Don't worry, it's definitely not, those stinky boys have to come", this time the voice seemed to be a slightly old male voice, "I'll take a look." ”

"Tuk tuk tuk" Wu Bo just knocked on the door a few times, and the door opened with a "squeak", and an old man with a ruddy face in good spirits greeted him from the house.

"Presumably this is Old Master Wei. Wu Bo clenched his fists with both hands and gave a slight salute, and Wu Zheng also followed behind with a fist in style.

"The old master doesn't dare to be, just call me Mr. Wei", the old man bent down and bowed, "I don't know if you two are ......"

"I have long heard that Mr. is erudite and well-taught, and I am fortunate to visit him today. My nephew Wu Zheng is five years old this year, and he wants to learn some skills from Mr.", Uncle Wu dragged Wu Zheng from behind, "Zheng'er, don't come and see Mr. soon." ”

Wu Zheng was about to kneel, but was stopped by Mr. Wei raising his hand. "We don't have so much red tape here, we don't worship three times and nine knocks, and we don't worship the teacher for tea", the old man paused when he said this, "I don't have any big skills, I can write and calculate to make a living, if I am willing to learn, it is the old rule - two hanging money." ”

Uncle Wu took out the two pieces of money from his baggage, handed them to Mr. Wei, and arched his hand, "Our family lives in Shuiyun Village, which is quite a bit far away from here. ”

Mr. Wei stroked his beard and groaned slightly, "There are a few vacant rooms, but they are just ......."

"Sir, don't worry, Zheng'er has been sensible since she was a child, and she will not cause a lot of trouble to Mr. Uncle Wu said and took out two ingots of silver from his baggage and gently put them in Mr. Wei's hand.

Mr. Wei checked the silver in his hand, returned a piece to Uncle Wu, and left one for himself, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "That's very good." ”