"Of course, there are learned people, people of high moral character." Feng Heng said, and arched his hand in the direction of Qingshi Academy.

"But I heard that there was a dusty woman who went to be a master recently, don't you think it's funny?"

"A dusty woman as a master? Could Brother Teng Ran be mistaken? He who teaches the things of the wind and dust is not a master."

"Brother Ziyuan's words are wrong, those who teach the women of the Qinglou can't be regarded as masters, but what about teaching them piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Feng Heng became a little angry: "These elegant things, which are the good of literati, have appeared in such a filthy place."

"And now, there is a woman in a green building who teaches orphans to read, what do you say to evaluate it? He even went to work in their shop after preaching, and I couldn't tolerate it if it was so blatant."

"Is that so?" Feng Heng couldn't believe it, had the world been falling to such a point?

"Those orphans are really pitiful, gathered in the Triangle Alley, although it is the Guanghui Courtyard opened by the imperial court, but after all, there is no one to rely on, can they let others rub the circle and pinch it flat? It seems that the Qinlou Chu Pavilion took a fancy to the girl there who was cheap and didn't even want silver, so he asked people to go over and teach people to learn words."

"It's so shameless, there must be a solution to this matter." As soon as Feng Heng slapped the table, it seemed that he had instantly become the embodiment of justice, and he was about to protect the people of Da'an and Confucian orthodoxy.

On this day, when he returned to Beijing from the academy, he went to Triangle Lane.

Triangle Lane Guanghui Courtyard is a large courtyard in the shape of a triangle located in the central area of the southern city, from which the name is derived. Because it was built relatively early, when it was first opened, it was still the edge of the southern city, but later the city expanded and developed, and there were more and more houses outside, and it gradually became the center of the area.

Naturally, someone wanted to buy the bustling center, but the peculiar layout of the triangle made most people uncomfortable to look at, and the widows and widows who had died in it were unknown, and the haunted things were not unheard of, so in the end, no one made up their minds, so the original function has been preserved.

When Guanghuiyuan was first established, everyone had to distribute food every day, but after a long time, when there was a disaster or an official who didn't pay attention to this side, their food would not be distributed, and those who were incapable of working or lazy could only go to beg for food.

Feng Heng went there with compassion, but the situation he saw was different from what he imagined, the imaginary ragged clothes, stench, devastated eyes, and dull eyes did not appear at all, instead of a clean face, although not new or expensive, but neat clothes, neat and neat courtyard, and energetic expression.

Energetic, how could it be? There should be no hope for the people here.

Feng Heng had decided to ask questions about the impostor master, but now he planned to observe first.

Most of the people who went to work went out early in the morning, and it was already the middle of the morning, someone chopped firewood and came back, according to Feng Heng's analysis, they must have no money to buy firewood, and they can come back with firewood at this point every day, and they must have gone out of the mountains outside the city early in the morning to pick up firewood.

More than a dozen people walked in, and there were more than thirty bundles of firewood, neatly stacked in one corner. Soon after they entered the house, out of the room came a number of children, who seemed to be four or five or ten years old, each with a futon, and sat down on the floor of the courtyard. There are even women.

Women have them in the Feng family, but they are serious about teaching and educating people, not like them, hey!

Feng Heng finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do here?"

"Study!" A child, about six years old, replied.

I saw a tall boy holding a large letter on the clothesline in front of them, and they began to read it, which was actually the Analects.

After reciting a stick of incense, a woman came in from outside.

Yan Niangzi was wearing a blue collared skirt with a fallen horse bun on her head, which was the most common dress for women nowadays, and Feng Heng thought that she was a good person who came to give alms.

When she walked straight in front of the children, they shouted, "Hello Master."

Feng Heng was shocked, it turned out that this was the female teacher, that is, the Qinglou woman that her classmates were talking about, okay, dress up

Become an ordinary person and deceive these ignorant children.

"How can this be justified, how can this be justified, it is simply immoral, it is immoral!"

The children, who were about to listen attentively, saw the man who had been standing next to them suddenly stand in the middle of them and say something strange.

"Who are you? We are in class, please don't disrupt the class." A teenager said that he was the oldest student here, and that he must have taken the initiative to maintain order.

"Yes, this person was here just now, I thought he was looking for someone, I knew he was here to talk nonsense, and I just blasted him out." The other, slightly older teenager has already raised his fist.

"It's not too late to bombard, that is, what kind of bombardment we are going to use, the Master said to be polite."

"You're not right, it's rude to bang, why don't we ask him out?"

After the agreement was reached, the eldest boy said on behalf of all the children, "Please go out, we are in class, if there is anything urgent, please come back to us after class, or you can sit next to us and wait for us to finish the class, and then you can speak."

After glancing at Feng Heng, who was stunned in place, he shook his head and said to himself, "This person looks polite, but he doesn't know how to be polite, and he doesn't know how his master taught him."

The boy spoke quietly, but the courtyard was quiet, and it didn't affect Feng Heng's hearing at all, and he was just about to open his mouth to refute, only to hear another person: "You're wrong again, if you say it in front of him, you can also make him correct, you turned around and muttered, like a villain chewing the root of his tongue behind his back."

"Oh, then I'll correct it. The Master said, "Knowing one's mistakes can improve one's life."

The children no longer paid attention to Feng Heng, glanced at Yan Niangzi, first apologized to her, and then continued the class.

Yan Niangzi glanced at Feng Heng, ignored it, and continued to teach the children.

Feng Heng received this look: What does this mean? He seems to be ignored by a woman in the Qinglou who he looks down on.

He was immediately furious: "You guys are also called classes, it's ridiculous, do you know who taught you a lesson? She is a Qinglou woman, what does it mean to be a Qinglou woman? You were taught by the Qinglou woman, and you will be deceived by her to go to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion in the future, you have to think clearly!"

The book in Yan Niangzi's hand fell to the ground with a thud. The fact that she came from the Qinglou was unknown to these children. Her heart was pounding, and she looked at them anxiously, what would they think of her? How will they react?

The children looked at each other, Qinglou - too young children don't understand, older children still know, how can Yan Fuzi be from Qinglou?

Feng Heng saw that there was a crack in the matter, so he hurriedly let the little guy run out and called people from outside to come in to see, trying to create public opinion pressure. Nancheng is crowded with people, and the location of Triangle Lane is even more so, so it quickly attracts many people of all kinds.

When they heard about it, they began to point: "Which Qinglou is it, it really knows how to find a successor, and it doesn't even need to spend money from here, but it is really calculating."

"Isn't it? Not only did she teach girls, look, but also boys, they wouldn't be sold to small official halls, right? I heard—"

"How much can the woman in the Qinglou know, and how can she teach people?"

"You don't know that, do you? The Oiran of the Qinglou, that can defeat a group of young talents, otherwise, how could those talents fall in love with them?"

"Isn't it because the other party is pretty?"

"I heard that they are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they are amazing."

......

The people said as they munched on melon seeds, making the children sit there and be at a loss.

"Be quiet, everyone." Feng Heng made a gesture of pressing down with both hands, but the scene was noisy, and his appeal was really average.

He stubbornly said, "Today, on behalf of their family, I will drive this fake female husband out of the triangle alley, and see if she dares to come in the future."

A dark shadow hiding in the shadows laughed secretly: At first, I thought Feng Shizi was useless, but I didn't expect that he could still do something. He was kind enough to help him.

The dark shadow gave one

The child had a copper plate and let him go to Sweetwater Street.

Yan Niangzi was a little blinded by this stick, and she didn't know how to deal with it for a while, and she didn't know when she was "driven" out of the courtyard of the Triangle Alley.

While throwing it, he also pointed: "The girl in the Qinglou misunderstands people's children-"

"It's shameless, get out of the south city, get out of the capital-"

The students inside finally reacted, ran out, and blocked in front of Yan Niangzi: "She is not a Qinglou woman, she is a teacher invited by Dr. Su, she is our master, Dr. Su is a good person, and the invited Yan Niangzi is also a good person."

"Doctor Su can invite the girl from the Qinglou, can he still be a good person? I'm afraid it's not a gang? I really sold you and counted the money for them!"

"She taught us to read, she is a good person, she is our master, don't smash it."

It was supposed to be the old hen protecting the chickens, but at this time, the painting style changed to the chickens protecting the hens, and they were smashed by the eggs and rotten vegetable leaves, and they didn't feel how sad Yan Niangzi was, but at the moment her nose was sour, and she especially wanted to cry.

"Children, go back first, and the master will settle this matter." She wants to protect them, she is their master!

"How do you want to protect them? Huh?" A thunderous deafening male voice exploded in the crowd, a tall man walked over menacingly, the crowd automatically made way for him, and he soon arrived in front of the woman, and across the little boy who was three heads short of him, he reached out and gave Yan Niangzi a few slaps, some on the head, some on the face, and on the body.

"Help, help, don't beat our master!"

The person who came was Yan Niangzi's husband. At the beginning, Yan Niangzi did not reconcile with him, the man was infected with Hualiu disease at that time, and Yan Niangzi couldn't bear to see him die like this, because of Su Yansheng's help in the Qinglou, there were many medicines to treat that disease, so she took it to the man to eat, and it was better, but his condition was more serious, and he also left an ugly scar on his face, which made him, who was already fierce and vicious, look even more terrible at the moment.

The children who stood in front of Yan Niangzi were already trembling with fright, but they still stood in front of her, although they couldn't stop the man from doing it, but they didn't flinch.