Time flies.

August passed in a busy and fulfilling way, and the time came to the beginning of September.

There is more Zhao Yunan to teach, although Zhao Yu has become busier than before, but because of the extra little friend, it is more fun.

Of course, although Zhao Yu wanted to teach Zhao Yunan, his homework did not fall behind.

Nearly three months have passed, and Zhao Yu has met Xue Hu's requirements ahead of schedule and kicked the trunk a thousand times a day.

Then, Xue Hu began to teach Zhao Yu's real leg technique.

In addition, in terms of learning in private schools, Zhao Yu has also grown rapidly.

With Han Liru opening a small stove, Zhao Yu's homework is much faster than the others in Class B.

Also because of his own divine power, Zhao Yu's hanging bricks when practicing calligraphy also reached four!

Another morning when the sun was rising.

In Han Liru's small courtyard, Zhao Yu squatted half-way, holding a pen on a brick, and writing carefully on the bookcase.

Although the right hand holding the pen was hanging with four bricks at this time, Zhao Yu's hand was very steady, and he was quite calm and relaxed.

A certain moment.

Zhao Yu suddenly reached out a hand behind him, pinched the pen in Zhao Yu's hand and lifted it violently.

It's just that although the brush was lifted away from the paper, it did not leave Zhao Yu's hand, and was still held tightly by Zhao Yu.

Seeing this, the hand that pinched Zhao Yu's pen let go, and a laugh sounded behind him:

"Hold the pen tightly, not bad!"

"I've seen my teacher!"

Hearing the voice, Zhao Yu put down the pen and hanging bricks, turned around and saluted.

Behind him, it was Han Liru who was standing, and he was the one who mentioned Zhao Yu's pen just now!

Han Liru carried his left hand on his back, stroked his beard with his right hand, smiled at Zhao Yu and nodded, and then picked up the paper on Zhao Yu's table with his right hand and looked at it.

Looking at the small letters on the paper that are meticulous, strict, and thick, Han Liru couldn't help but smile and nodded:

"Yes, although it is still a little immature, it is two percent hot, and it is not much better than some young children!"

"It's all taught by the teacher!"

Zhao Yu grinned and saluted respectfully.

Han Liru shook his head:

"The master leads the door, and the cultivation is personal! Being a teacher is just teaching, and it is all up to you to work hard to achieve such results! ”

As he spoke, Han Liru put the paper back on the bookcase, and then tapped the table:

"That's it! It's just a little past it, it's not enough to be eye-catching, keep practicing! ”

"Yes! Disciple obeys! ”

Zhao Yu turned around, hung the brick on his wrist again, and continued to practice with the pen.

At this time, Han Liru's left hand behind him stretched out, and he was holding a book in his hand.

Opening the first page of the book, Han Liru slowly spoke:

"Yesterday I finished telling you the last article of "University", and today I will start to tell you the last book of the four books, "The Mean Chapters and Sentences", as in the past, for the teacher to speak, you listen and write!"

"Yes, Teacher!"

Zhao Yu rearranged a blank piece of paper and prepared with a pen.

"The predicate of the Mandate of Heaven is sexuality, the predicate of recklessness is the Tao, and the predicate of cultivation is the teaching......"

The recitation sounded, Han Liru shook his head and paced in front of Zhao Yu's bookcase.

Zhao Yu's pen tip fell on the paper, listening attentively, and the wolf ran quickly.

Suddenly, under the morning sun, in this antique courtyard, teachers and students were singing in harmony......

Until noon.

Sunset.

The bell rang for the dismissal of the private school.

One by one, the half-grown teenagers happily ran out of the door of the private school and spread joy everywhere.

Zhao Yu carried a fashionable small satchel and stepped out of the hospital in a crowd of young teenagers.

On the side of the stone pier outside the door, a little scholar in Tsing Yi stretched his neck, looked among the elementary school students, saw Zhao Yu come out, and hurriedly raised his feet to meet him.

It's just that his two trouser legs are bulging, which looks very weighty, which greatly restricts his legs and makes it very difficult for him to walk.

"Young Master!"

Greeted Zhao Yu under the stone steps in front of the door, the little scholar smiled and quickly went to get the small satchel on Zhao Yu's body.

This little scholar is none other than Zhao Yunan.

Zhao Yu took off the small satchel and threw it to Zhao Yunan, and then looked at Zhao Yunan's bulging ankles, and the corners of his mouth narrowed:

"It seems that there is progress again today, and I can go so fast!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yunan boasted on his little face, and said with a sad face:

"Young master, this thing is sinking when you wear it, can we stop torturing ourselves?"

"Yes! Unless you don't be my scholar! ”

Zhao Yu seemed to be smiling.

"Nope! I still feel more comfortable wearing this thing, young master, don't you wear it all the time! ”

Zhao Yunan hurriedly put on a smile, but the smile was more ugly than crying.

Zhao Yuwan, and then looked behind Zhao Yunan.

Behind Zhao Yunan, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old young master walked over at this time.

The young man was tiger-headed, dressed in a black drag suit, and looked very powerful, it was Li Tai.

Seeing Li Tai, Zhao Yu's eyes lit up, and he immediately greeted him:

"Brother Li, why did you get here?"

"I'm here with your scholar!"

Li Taiwen pointed at Zhao Yunan angrily, and then continued: "Didn't you say that you would tell you if there was news about that merchant?" I saw him in the West Market today, so I'm coming to you! ”

"Is that the merchant who knows about sweet potatoes? Hurry up, we're going to find him now! ”

Zhao Yu was suddenly excited, and pulled Li Tai to urge hurriedly.

Li Tai didn't talk nonsense, turned around and left, and Zhao Yunan hurriedly followed behind.

It's just that as soon as the three of them turned around, a crisp voice came from behind them:

"Zhao Yu, please wait a minute!"

"Huh?"

Zhao Yu stopped and looked back.

I saw a half-old cute little Mengtong running towards him.

This little Mengtong, Zhao Yu also knows, is Zhu Meng of Class C, and he was also the little boy who slept next to him when he was in the dormitory.

It's just that it's not a day off, how did this little kid who lives in a private school get out of a private school?

And just when Zhao Yu was puzzled, Zhu Meng ran to several people, and then smiled sweetly at Li Tai:

"Brother Li!"

"Hmmm! Jumon, aren't you living in a private school? How did it come out? ”

Li Tai smiled at Zhu Meng.

Ju Meng replied playfully:

"My aunt moved to the city, and I'm living in hers now!"

"You know?"

Seeing that the two were acquainted, Zhao Yu looked at Li Tai suspiciously.

But Jumong preemptively replied:

"Of course we know, we are all from Peach Blossom Village! When you went to Peach Blossom Village last month, I also saw you, but you were with the tiger master, I didn't dare to call you! Also, my family is also renting the land of the tiger master! ”

"Oh!"

Zhao Yu remembered that on his first day of accommodation, Zhu Meng told him that he was from Peach Blossom Village.

After understanding, Zhao Yu looked at Zhu Meng and was full of curiosity:

"Classmate Jumeng, what did you just call me?"

"I'm going to watch you fight!"

Speaking of this, Zhu Meng was suddenly excited, waved his little fist and said:

"Last time, the people in the private school next door were defeated by our classmates from the private school, they were not convinced, and they made an appointment for a private fight this afternoon, do you want to go and see it together?"

"Group fight?"

Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment, but then pouted:

"I still have something to do, don't go, go and see for yourself!"

What's so nice about a kid fight? Zhao Yu was so idle that he went to join in the fun, so after leaving the next sentence, he urged Li Tai to leave quickly.

Li Tai greeted Zhu Meng again, then turned around and left, and Zhao Yunan hurriedly followed.

Watching the three of them walk away quickly, Ju Meng pouted, and then excitedly ran to a small alley on the street.

Over there.

Zhao Yu and the three walked on the street and went straight to the West Market.

The West City is a little different from the South City.

The South Market is mainly a place to meet the living needs of the common people, such as firewood, rice, oil and salt, while the West Market is a place where people, cattle and horses and bulk transactions are gathered.

The location of the West Market is in the west of the city, not far from the private school, and Zhao Yu and the three of them came here after a while.