"It's May, and private schools have already opened, and many private schools no longer admit young children... Coo Dong Coo Dong ......"

In the dimly lit room, Zhao Yu and Hu sat on the kang, looking seriously at Zhao Yongzhuo, who was pouring water and talking in front of the kang.

Zhao Yongzhuo went to Changning County with Ji Qiang and Shui Sheng early this morning, and he didn't come back until now, covered in sweat and dust.

"Did you find it?"

Hu Shi was a little anxious and hurriedly asked.

"Hmm!"

Zhao Yongzhuo swallowed the last mouthful of water, wiped his mouth and said:

"Later, I searched separately with Ji Qiang, searched the entire Changning County, and finally found one in the west of the city, I said that Yu'er could write a few words, and he reluctantly agreed!"

"It's good to find it, it's good to find it!"

Hu Shi patted his thigh happily, and Zhao Yu was also relieved.

Immediately, Hu Shi hurriedly asked:

"Tell me, how is that private school?"

"It's good, Mr. Private School's name is Han Liru, he is an old talent, and I heard that he has taught many great students."

Zhao Yongzhuo couldn't say why, and blushed and held back a few words.

But just these few sentences are enough for Hu Shi to be excited:

"It's good to be able to teach great students! Boss, we will send Yu'er over in two days, you take advantage of these two days to make some rocking chairs, and then we will take them to Changning County to sell, saving more runs! ”

"Well, that's what I plan!"

Zhao Yongzhuo grinned, and then took the bowl and put the rice in his mouth.

The lights flickered.

The house was cozy.

Hu touched Zhao Yu's head, and then turned out half a piece of new cyan cloth at the bottom of a box, sewing new clothes under the lamp according to Zhao Yu's figure.

Zhao Yu lay on the kang, his heart full of anticipation.

Going to a private school is different from learning words from the old gentleman, it is a systematic study of the knowledge of the imperial examination, and it is the first step on the road to the imperial examination!

With anticipation, Zhao Yu slowly fell asleep......

......

In the third year of Chongzhen, May 27, morning.

Daji, it is advisable to study with a teacher!

Changning County.

In the main hall of a private school in the west of the city, a worship ceremony was being carried out at this time.

Zhao Yu, dressed in cyan and wearing a square scarf, knelt under the portrait of the Holy Master, and bowed to an old man sitting in front of him.

The old man was the gentleman of this private school, Han Liru, in his early sixties, with a goatee, temples mixed with silver threads, and a lean face with a pair of bright eyes, full of wisdom and seriousness.

Next to it are Zhao Yongzhuo and Hu who are watching the ceremony.

"Young people are easy to learn and difficult to learn, an inch of time is not light, remember to be diligent in learning, not slack!"

After the apprenticeship, Han Liru held a ring ruler and admonished majestically.

"Yes! Obey the teacher's orders! ”

Zhao Yu bowed and was meticulous.

Han Liru twisted his beard, nodded, and then took three books from the table next to him and handed them to Zhao Yu.

These three books are "The Three Character Classic", "The Hundred Family Names" and "The Thousand Character Text", which are the enlightenment books of this period.

Although Zhao Yu got these three books from the old gentleman, he still took them respectfully.

It was only at this time that Zhao Yu's parents thanked Han Liru for a while, and then Zhao Yongzhuo offered a bundle.

And Hu walked up to Zhao Yu and gave him Zhao Yu's fashionable little satchel containing the four treasures of the study.

"Yu'er, remember to study hard in the private school in the future, you must listen to Mr., if you ......"

Hu Shi was sorting out Zhao Yu's small satchel while humming and admonishing.

Changning County is twenty miles away from Zhaojiagou, and Zhao Yu can't go back every day, so he can only live in a private school.

The Hu family has never let Zhao Yu leave his side, and now that the two are going to live separately, the Hu family doesn't want to mention how uncomfortable it is.

And going to Changning County to study is also a helpless thing.

They live in a big ravine, there is no private school nearby, even the nearest private school has to stay there, and it is a remote place, it is better to come to Changning County, so that when they come to the county seat, they can see each other more.

Thinking of the reluctance to separate, Hu's voice was a little sobbing, and it wasn't until Zhao Yongzhuo grabbed her that Hu realized that something was wrong and hurriedly apologized to Han Liru.

Han Liru shook his head, and then instructed the scholar to take Zhao Yu to class.

"Dad, mother! Don't worry! ”

Before leaving, Zhao Yu showed a reassuring smile to the two, and then held three books and followed the scholar out of the main hall.

This private school is divided into an inner courtyard and an outer courtyard, and the main hall is in the middle.

The inner courtyard is where Mr. Han Liru and his family live, and the outer courtyard is the school.

The school has six large tiled rooms and more than 30 students, divided into three classes: A, B, and C, all of which are taught by Han Liru alone.

Class C is a newly initiated child, ranging from 7 to 10 years old, who mainly learns to read and write.

Class B knows a certain amount of words, most of them are eleven or twelve years old, and they begin to read and study texts, and learn the Four Books and Five Classics.

Class A is the advanced class, and these students are mainly learning to write and preparing for the children's exam.

Zhao Yu was a young boy who had just entered a private school and was taken to Class C by a scholar.

There are eight or nine children about the same age as Zhao Yu in Class C, and there is no gentleman here, who are playing with each other.

However, the arrival of the scholar with Zhao Yu frightened them, and they all quickly sat back in their seats, holding a pen and writing on the paper.

While writing, these children set their eyes on Zhao Yu curiously.

Zhao Yu was not interested in these little children, and followed the scholar straight to the back of the class.

He is a transfer student, and the seats in front are all occupied, so he can only sit in the back.

The scholar took Zhao Yu to his seat and left.

In front of Zhao Yu, there is a small desk and a small stool, the kind that sits alone, there is no same table, and the children here are all like this.

Zhao Yu took off the small satchel and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, a child's voice came from in front of him:

"Hey, my lord knows you, aren't you the little mud leg who tells stories in the South Market?"

The voice is somewhat familiar.

Zhao Yu looked up and saw that on the seat in the first row in front of the right, a little boy with a tiger head was waving his little fist at him.

This little boy Zhao Yu recognized at a glance, it was the little tiger head boy who gave him more than a dozen copper plates when he was telling a story in the bazaar.

"Sure enough, it's you! It's great that you came here to go to private school, and the master will have a story to listen to in the future, and the master went to Nanshi to find you several times after that day! ”

Seeing Zhao Yu's view, the tiger-headed boy was even more excited, jumped out of his seat, and walked towards Zhao Yu.

And the other children are also lively:

"Li Wenyu, is this the little mud leg you said with a good story? I don't believe me, let him tell us! ”

A group of children were curious and gathered around.

Seeing this, the corners of Zhao Yu's mouth curled, as if he saw a copper plate beckoning to him.

It's just that before these children approached, a majestic cough suddenly came from the door.

The sound is more familiar.

It's more like magic.

As soon as they heard this coughing sound, a group of children looked frightened, subconsciously ran back to their seats, and picked up the pen.

In an instant, the originally noisy class was silent, and the pins could be heard.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Han Liru, who had a serious face, walked into the school hall and glanced at a group of children sternly:

"The class is noisy, light time, copy "Hundred Family Names" twice again!"

"Yes! Disciple obeys! ”

With a mournful echo, a group of children began to write with sad faces.

Zhao Yu didn't dare to slack off, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his small satchel, and prepared to copy.

It's just that at this time, Han Liru walked to his desk and suddenly spoke:

"Listen to your father, how many words do you already know?"