"Teacher, ahem—"

The person who spoke was Li Zhenmo.

Muzi Li, 楮 and Chu have the same sound, ink of ink.

Li Zhenmo's eyes are dark, there are no impurities in his eyes, and his temperament is extremely clean.

He sat on the Taishi chair made of red pear, his dark eyes flashed, and he asked puzzledly:

"Then why, this river continent was later forbidden to move people!"

This young man, when he first saw him, could not help but exclaim: such beautiful eyebrows, such pale face.

"Isn't this a closed country?"

The young man searched hard for adjectives, and suddenly felt that these four words were particularly appropriate, and he looked directly at Zhang Chaoshui opposite as he spoke.

Zhang Chaoshui, who is called a teacher, is a man in his forties, and when he heard Li Yumo's call, his eyebrows twitched, and he slowly spoke:

"Big young master, forbid—"

Zhang Chaoshui's fan unfolded with a snap.

"What is the meaning of closing the country, just remember, don't leave this Jiangzhou Mansion without permission, and be discovered by the government, the light one will be fifty big boards, and the heavy one will be exiled."

"This river continent has a unified territory, but it has been 80 years, and the ban was also issued ten years ago, for the sake of the stability of the local population, the people must not go to the state capital without permission."

"Can't I have a health code?"

Li Zhenmo opened his mouth and asked again.

After the handsome young man finished speaking, he wiped the slight sweat on his forehead.

Li Yumo wondered: "I lost it, what is the health code?" ”

"Not any horses!"

Zhang Chao sailor held a famous folding fan in his hand, patiently answered, and thought incomprehensibly-

Why am I talking about the lockdown, he's talking about horses!

……

The line of sight was farther away, and from the window where Li Zhenmo was, it began to extend wirelessly outward, and after adjusting to a suitable position, he could finally see the panorama clearly.

The red tiles and white walls, the green bamboo in the yard are distinct, and they grow like they are tall.

This is just a small courtyard of the richest man in Jiangzhou Mansion, Li Fu's mansion.

The area of Li Mansion is really not small, and every time Li Luomo walks over from his own single-family courtyard, he must take a breath, drink a big sip of tea, and then rest for a cup of tea.

It's not that the Li family's mansion is so large that it's weird, but it's that Li Yangmo's body is extremely weak, and it's unimaginably weak.

In the words of the housekeeper Li Xingfa, Li Yumo is not weak like the eldest young master of the Li family, but like the "eldest lady" of the Li family.

Even weaker than the girl's family-

There is no girl who opens the window to blow the wind all night the first night, and the next day is infected with wind chills, and then stays in bed for ten days and half a month.

There is no such young master.

In the Li family, even the Jiangzhou Mansion, and even the Jianghe Continent.

Oh no, I don't know if there is one in the Jianghe Continent, anyway, among the famous rich and noble families in Jiangzhou Mansion, Li Luomo is delicate and frail, and he is the only one.

Delicate and weak and easy to push down, is this a shy girl from whose family, no, the eldest young master of the Li family, Li Zhenmo is also.

Spread out the floor plan of the Li Mansion, to the southeast, there is a small courtyard.

Entering the small courtyard, in the middle of the two rows of bamboo, there is a stone path that has been carved out.

This path leads to the study of Li Fujia, the richest man in Jiangzhou Prefecture.

The midday sun shines through the bamboo, through the open window, on a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall of the study.

There is a cow and a shepherd boy in the painting, and the lines outlined by the brush show the solid basic skills of the painter.

Different from the picture, in the blank space of the painting, a few large characters are crooked, like a child just learning a book, and the four big characters "hard work and prosperity" are written crookedly.

In the blank space, a line of small characters reads: "In the autumn of the 100th year of the river continent, Li Zhenmo and the teacher"

At the end of the lower right corner, there is a red seal script with the word "ink".

The sunlight outside the window hit this painting, and Zhang Chaoshui's eyes looked at the body of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old black-robed boy under the frame of the painting inlaid with jade and jade.

He is Li Zhenmo.

The question just now made Zhang Chaoshui depressed for a moment-

The words of this young master of the Li family are amazing, and the preface does not match the afterword, and it is difficult to continue the preface.

You said the shoulder, he said the hip shaft, which really contributed to his teaching progress.

For example, just now, what a healthy horse, what a healthy horse, the eldest young master, you are delicate and weak and can't ride a horse!

"Unless you enter the National Security Academy, stand out in the Qianji Academy and be selected by the imperial court to serve as a staff member of the state capital or continue to study, you will have the opportunity to go out of the Jiangzhou Mansion."

Zhang Chaoshui said.

Li Yanmo touched his head, and he couldn't explain clearly, what the health code was.

His head was dizzy, and after thinking about it, he still innocently apologized to his master, and then listened to Zhang Chaoshui's lecture.

"Or—"

Zhang Chaoshui looked at the young man in front of him sweating, and knew in his heart that Li Zhenmo was tired.

So he no longer continued to lecture, but picked up the teacup on the table, pressed the tea lid and took a sip of the good rain before the Longjing, he turned his head and said:

"It's not early today, we'll talk tomorrow."

Hearing this, Li Zhenmo subconsciously stood up, pulled a long tone and subconsciously shouted: "Teacher-goodbye"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Zhang Chaoshui slipped a piece of tea tea into his mouth along the tea, and he didn't spit it out, and he didn't spit it out.

What are you doing, what are you doing, what is this young master doing!

Sensing the gaffe, Li Zhenmo waved his hand and explained:

"Well, I've slept for so long that sometimes I don't even know what I'm saying."

"But there's a sense that it's supposed to be so."

"Teacher, forgive me!"

Zhang Chaoshui has been in the Li Mansion for six years, and he thinks he is a calm person, although he is not strange psychologically, but every time Li Zhenmo can always make something unexpected.

Cherish life, next time change to boiled water.

Zhang Chaoshui thought about it, then looked at Li Yumo, and said slowly: "What the eldest young master did is really different!" ”

"What a difference!" Li Yumo's handsome face was not bloody, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyebrows were lowered and he stated indifferently.

……

For some reason, he doesn't fit in here.

The child can read a thousand words at the age of three, and he is a three-year-old export.

There are still some who can keep up with the pace and are known as little prodigies.

After the age of five, there is no score!

It seems that something is not going well, a five-year-old child of the same age, people pick up a pen, it is neat, not to say beautiful, but it is also qualified.

When it comes to Li Zhenmo, it doesn't work at all, whether it's holding a pen, writing a pen, or pausing a pen.

The easiest way to get started is a bit dull, and even, you won't die!

The teacher of that meeting was not Zhang Chaoshui, he was an old talent.

Xiucai is meticulous and serious, and if he can't finish his schoolwork, a letter will be sent to the house - your young master (miss) is not doing his job.

In Jiangzhou Mansion, the people have no way to get an education.

Everything is inferior, but reading is high.

A rich man, who doesn't want the children of his family to be admitted to the National Security College, there will be a student of the National Security College in the house.

What, don't do your job!

Lao Tzu kicked you, and dared not do your job!

As a result, this class of preschool rich children are not afraid of heaven and earth, and they are most afraid of writing a complaint!

That old Xiucai, who has read books all his life, only books are treasures, and he just wants these children to do the same.

So the child, who was only a few years old, was crying, tears fell on the paper, and the old Xiucai's ring ruler followed down - defiling the four treasures of the study, it should be beaten!

The rich second generation of Jiangzhou Mansion is also not easy to mix, and they are miserable.

Back then, Li Zhenmo was definitely the student who was beaten the most times, all because he was too slow to learn!

Under the guidance of his husband, a five-year-old child can already transcribe the books of the classics and sages.

But this guy Li Yumo is just struggling, just like his hands are not his own, he is very stiff!

A neat word, twelve, is just right.

Li Zhenmo occupies a large article, and his sleeves can also knock over the inkstone, making himself black.

It's not stupid, it's Li Yangmo who is really weak!

As soon as Mr. turned his head, five-year-old Li Zhenmo was ingenious.

"You have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder!"

I picked up a green parrot feather, dipped it in ink, and brushed the brush.

It's so reluctant, Li Yimo feels much easier!

Everyone laughed at his strange fist clenching gestures.

Mr.'s face is green, the parrot is a staff delivery, Lao Xiucai not only loves to teach, but also loves birds.

Li Zhenmo plucked the feathers of his bird and made him teach.

"Fools can't learn so slowly!"

The old show blew his beard and glared angrily, and the young Li Yanmo was not very convinced-

"What is education, teaching and educating people, it's too rude, I am the flower of the motherland at my age!"

The little Li Yanmo's eyes were black and shiny, and he was full of words.

The children in the school, although they are usually cautious, at this moment, they watched Xiucai being dumbfounded, and they made a noise, looking at Li Luomo as if they were looking at a hero-

Cow wow!

Happiness comes very quickly, five-year-old Li Zhenmo crossed his waist and thought so.

……

Back to the present.

Fifteen-year-old Li Zhenmo's eyes are still dark and bright, and he looks clean and clear.

His evaluation of Zhang Chaoshui is noncommittal.

Zhang Chaoshui was still very tactful, and did not directly say that he was a fool or an idiot, only that he was different.

Larger than life?

Li Zhenmo coughed dryly twice, and replied with a smile-

"This Jiangzhou Mansion, no one knows, there are nearly 100 stores in Jiangnan and Jiangbei, the largest garment shop merchant in the state capital, and the Li family, who is at the head of the Dajiang Chamber of Commerce with the Yunshufang business, cough cough ......"

Li Zhenmo coughed violently as he spoke, he picked up the cup in his hand, swallowed a mouthful of water, and continued-

"The son of the richest man in the state capital, unexpectedly, is a fool!"

Although Li Zhenmo was laughing at himself and speaking indifferently, he firmly confirmed in his heart that he was not a fool......

The specific performance is that although he really can't memorize the sage articles and can't write the splendid poems, he thinks that his thinking is clear!

For example, there is a young master named Xiao Zhouzi, and I don't know whose family it is, Li Yumo forgot.

Xiao Zhouzi and Xiao Er fought, Li Zhenmo didn't say a word, watched Xiao Er fall into the wind, and beckoned his family to go up-

The reason is that Xiao Zhouzi scolded Xiao Er's father for being a cripple and ridiculed him for being a subordinate child.

As the saying goes, when it's time to strike, shoot.

Li Zhenmo's family is outnumbered, and of course they have the upper hand.

Which is right and which is wrong, he is clear, and Xiao Er is very honest on weekdays

Speechlessly, three days later, rumors came out of the largest teahouse in Jiangzhou Mansion - the eldest son of the richest man, Li Zhenmo was a bully!

Although when he went again, everyone looked at him strangely-

Xiao Zhouzi is just beating and scolding a subordinate, as for it!

Even Xiao Er thinks that Li Zhenmo is a fool, and Li Zhenmo is not as knowledgeable as them.

……

Despite all this, Li Luomo felt that he was out of place with the world, but Li Zhenmo still thought that he was not a fool.

"I, Li Yanmo—"

"Fifteen years old, I still can't recognize all the big characters!"

Listening to the young man's self-deprecation, Zhang Chaoshui, who was standing next to him, was speechless and continued to listen.

"Children of ordinary families, without many famous teachers, have no opportunity to contact Guoan Academy in their lives."

"And my father spent a lot of money to invite the most famous and qualified teacher in Guoan Academy, Zhang Chaoshui"

"What an honor I am Li Mo!"

When Zhang Chaoshui heard this, his eyes seemed to fluctuate, he looked at Li Zhenmo, thought about it, and comforted him.

"Why should the eldest young master be arrogant?"

"The teacher took me for five years, my father didn't spend much time at home, and the family was scarce, and most of my time was under the teacher's earnest teaching——"

Zhang Chaoshui was dressed in a cloud-gray plain suit, without any jade binding around his waist.

Li Yumo stretched out his hand and held Zhang Chaoshui's arm tightly, his dark eyes were pitch-black, and he looked at Zhang Chaoshui with gratitude in his eyes.

Zhang Chaoshui remained silent, looking at Li Yumo's eyes thoughtfully, without moving.

When he was young, he looked at the son of the richest man, that is, the legendary idiot Li Zhenmo, pulled back his arm, and said politely but not rudely-

"Big Young Master Lift!"

Seeing him so detached, Li Zhenmo showed a sad look, his eyelids drooped, his originally black eyes were covered, and his already pale face.

Li Zhenmo's figure was relatively thin, and the whole person sat on the big Taishi chair.

After being silent for a while, Li turned his head to stare at the painting with the words "hard work and prosperity", and said:

"Ahem, I still remember that last autumn, you and I painted together, and we had a great time."

Zhang Chaoshui followed his words and looked at the painting-

An old scalper sketched with a few strokes -

A shepherd boy holding the outside of a windmill—

and, four crooked big characters - hard work to get rich.

It wasn't the work of one person, certainly not.

Zhang Chaoshui watched as the four words were written incorrectly, and he looked crooked.

It's as if the painting in front of me was completed yesterday, and the past comes back to me.

"The cow drawn by the teacher is so beautiful."

Li Yumo leaned in front of Zhang Chaoshui and watched him sketch the lines.

"Young master, this is a shepherd boy."

Zhang Chaoshui smiled indifferently.

"Oh, I said you didn't draw that scalper"

Li Yumo touched his nose.

"I didn't want to draw scalpers"

Zhang Chaoshui's eyes were clear, and he replied indifferently and detachedly.

"Then you draw one?"

"Why?"

“……”

The past is vivid...

Zhang Chaoshui sighed, looked at the young man in front of him, and comforted:

"Young master, don't pay attention to the gossip outside."

After thinking about it, Zhang Chaoshui added:

"If the eldest young master is in a hurry, he can add an hour of class from tomorrow......"

Zhang Chaoshui didn't notice that Li Zhenmo was originally sitting on the chair, and when he heard this, he raised his eyes for a moment, his eyes rolled for a moment, and then lowered again, the meaning was unknown.

"The eldest young master is not good--then let's learn from scratch!"

"The eldest young master himself is indeed not as good as the second young master, so we can make up for it diligently and get up an hour early——"

Zhang Chaoshui thought for a moment and continued:

"Zi Chouyin, the eldest young master gets up almost noon every time."

"As the saying goes, the plan of the day lies in the morning ......"

Li Yumo listened quietly, and when he saw that Zhang Chaoshui was going to continue to talk about arranging morning classes, he secretly shouted that it was not good.

He rolled his eyes, looked at Zhang Chaoshui, and interrupted-

"Teacher, I found this painting today and was very emotional—"

"Oh?" Zhang Chaoshui watched Li Yanmo stand up with the handrail.

Li Zhenmo walked to the window, his eyes were greeted by the emerald green bamboo, the breeze blew the bamboo leaves out of the rustling sound, looking back at the painting, Li Zhenmo smiled faintly-

"I have been weak since I was a child, and I can't be blown by the wind or the sun, and if the wind blows for one night, I will definitely have typhoid fever, and I have to stay in bed for ten days and a half months——"

"I don't know how many years I can see this wonderful bamboo gentleman again......"

"Young master, don't talk nonsense!"

When Zhang Chaoshui heard this, he was finally no longer unmoved, and he retorted firmly:

"The best medicinal materials in the city are all in the house, and the master is also looking for famous doctors......

Seeing that Zhang Chaoshui's attention was focused on him, Li Momo raised his hand to interrupt him in time and euphemistically said his difficulties-

"Teacher, I haven't been able to sleep well for half a year, and the bed board is very hard."

Li Zhenmo's eyes shifted from the painting to Zhang Chaoshui's face, and he said slowly:

"I dreamed at midnight that there was a treasure called Simmons, which could make people sleep, soft, and ......"

"When a person lies on it, can he protect the spine?"

"What is a spine?" Zhang Chaoshui listened to Li Yanmo's nonsense, and couldn't help but shake his head-

"The old man has never heard of such a treasure."

"If the young master is not tired today, how about we talk about it for another hour?"

Hearing this, Li Yanmo's waist board that had stopped quietly fell back into the black robe.

He looked at Zhang Chaoshui, and explained seriously:

"It's just a dream thing, but I want to try it, if I can make it, you know me, teacher!"

"There are few people in my courtyard, and few people visit, and Uncle Fa, the housekeeper, is stingy."

"He said that he was the eldest son of the richest man, but in fact, the moon silver and the moon were deducted this and that, anyway, the housekeeper always looked at me as an idler, so it was not desolate!"

Zhang Chaoshui heard this and interjected: "The young master ruined a priceless yellow wood last month, and the old man has heard about it. ”

"People are important, wood is important?" Li Yumo muttered confidently, staring at Zhang Chaoshui with straight eyes, as if he had a plan.

"How much is the wood worth?" Zhang Chaoshui asked.

"That's not important, teacher, you said that Uncle Fa deducted my monthly silver for three months for this, and cleared it every month!"

"Really, tell me, how can this be a bit of a big man."

"The son of the richest man in my ......"

Seeing that Li Zhenmo's mood had eased, he turned his attention to other places.

Zhang Chaoshui touched his beard, looked at Li Zhenmo's angry appearance, and rarely quipped:

"No wonder the always optimistic young master is so sad today, the old man is willing to hear about this Simmons dream."

"Dream things, I always want to see if I can actually make them-"

"When I lay on the hard bed late at night, they all said that he was a fine wood, and they all envied me for lying on such a precious antique."

Li Yanmo touched his waist, and he really didn't understand why such a hard bed was still called a baby-

Have all one's goods in the window!

"But I always had strange thoughts, I was lying in a more comfortable, cloud-like bed than this antique"

"The dream was so clear that I forgot the shape and structure of Simmons."

"But there's such a thing as I always remember."

"Every time I get sick, I always dream about some messy things, but I forget them when I wake up."

"It's weird."

"But I remembered Simmons this time, and I wanted to see what such a bed looked like."

Li Zhenmo told his thoughts, and Zhang Chaoshui listened silently on the side.

Li Momo asked Zhang Chaoshui rhetorically and said:

"The teacher must think that I am a fool like this."

"Not really." Zhang Chaoshui stroked his beard and said seriously: "The road is long, I will go up and down to seek." ”

"The eldest young master's curiosity, the teacher is a witness, if this matter is added to the morning class, the eldest young master will definitely be able to make progress day by day."

Seeing this, Li Zhenmo held Zhang Chaoshui's hand tightly and said excitedly: "Teacher, listen to your words, I warmly invite you to be more than just a witness!" ”

"Please also help my dream with practical actions."

"Oh?" Zhang Chaoshui asked suspiciously.

"Lend me seven hundred taels of silver, and let's see together what this Simmons is!"

Li Yumo finally laid out his ultimate goal, looking at Zhang Chaoshui with a pure face, full of anticipation.