After Zhang Shaofei said goodbye to Huiming, he returned to the grass shed of the Shimen Tea Farm in Yunwu Mountain, and saw that Wang Shaoxiang was having fun with the two horses, so the past of his childhood acquaintance with Lu Huilan appeared in front of his eyes:

In the golden autumn of October, after the rice in the field was harvested, the mother prince Shaoxiang was busy weaving at home every day.

It was almost nine o'clock in the morning, and after Wang Shaoxiang saw Zhang Shaofei finishing the homework his father had taught him in front of the house, he said to Zhang Shaofei who was outside the door: "Fei'er, it's not too early, go to the field and pick some vegetables and come back." ”

"Okay, A-Niang." Zhang Shaofei packed up his books and picked vegetables. ”

Who knows, Zhang Shaofei walked to the edge of the village and was attracted by the yellow and clear rape flowers blooming on both sides of the river, and he forgot to go to the field to pick vegetables for a while.

Zhang Shaofei walked along the rape flowers on both sides of the river, and unconsciously walked to Houliang Village, a foreign village, and saw several village girls washing clothes by the river. A little girl hummed a mountain song softly while helping to dry her clothes.

Zhang Shaofei walked to the bank of the river and washed his face with a handful of water.

The little girl who sings hums a little song and hangs her clothes on the lawn of the river beach.

Little girl walking barefoot on the lawn...... Suddenly, I heard her scream and fell to the ground with a bang.

A venomous snake disappeared into the grass.

The little girl was left with two deep, jet-black tooth marks on her ankles.

Another village girl, who was washing clothes by the river, hurriedly ran to her.

Zhang Shaofei, who was washing his face by the river, hesitated slightly, and ran towards this side with the river.

The village girl arrived first and asked the little girl who fell to the ground: "Sister, what's wrong with you?" ”

The little girl who fell to the ground was called Lu Huilan, who was already in a coma, unable to speak, but pointed in the direction of her feet.

That village girl was Lu Huilan's fourth sister, Lu Huixiang, looked at her little sister's ankle, and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Alain has been bitten by a poisonous snake! ”

At this time, Zhang Shaofei also arrived. After he introduced himself, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, tied Lu Huilan's feet and neck tightly, and said to Lu Huixiang: "Quick, help her up, carry her to find Langzhong." ”

A village girl dressed in green said, "There is no Langzhong in my village. ”

Zhang Shaofei said: "Tulangzhong is also fine. Where is the Tulang who sees snake wounds? ”

The village girl pointed to a big mountain in the distance and said, "Over that mountain, there is an old man who collects medicine, and I heard that he is very good at curing snake wounds." ”

Another village girl said, "I'm afraid it's too late." This is a seven-step snake bite, and within half an hour, the poisonous gas will spread to the whole body, and if the poisonous gas attacks the heart, it will ......"

When Lu Huixiang heard this, she hugged Lu Huilan and cried again: "Then, isn't my sister hopeless?" ”

Lu Huixiang hugged Lu Huilan and cried.

Lu Huilan's poisonous snake-bitten foot was already swollen, and the dark green poisonous color was spreading from the wound to all sides.

Zhang Shaofei turned around, ran to the thorn bush by the river, broke a sharp thorn, cut a cross on her wound, and lay down without hesitation, taking drugs with his mouth......

One bite, two bites, three bites...... Lu Huilan's feet also slowly turned white from bruises, while Zhang Shaofei was stained with snake venom, his mouth and tongue were swollen, and his face was dull.

Zhang Shaofei found that the blood juice he sucked out was already bright red, and Lu Huilan also began to make a sound.

Zhang Shaofei was about to smile at the anxious Lu Huixiang to show that the poisoned Lu Huilan was fine. But before he could laugh, he fell to the ground and fainted......

Several village girls present shouted eagerly: "Zhang Shaofei, Zhang Shaofei, what's wrong with you?" Wake up! ”

No matter how they shouted and shook, Zhang Shaofei didn't react, as if he was dead......

Several young people in Houliang Village rushed over when they heard the news, and one of them went to invite Lang Zhong outside the village, and the others took turns carrying Zhang Shaofei back to Lu Huixiang's house.

Lang Zhong, who arrived in time, took Zhang Shaofei's pulse, saying that it didn't matter, after all, it was indirect poisoning, and it would be fine if he took the medicine.

However, after a long time, Zhang Shaofei was still unconscious, unconscious like a dead man.

Lu Huilan had recovered, and she sat on the edge of Zhang Shaofei's bed, weeping as she wiped his swollen black and purple lips.

Lu Huilan's father, Lu Xueru, was originally a rather personable gentleman, but at this time he was pacing back and forth restlessly.

He said to himself: "How is this good, it's been a long time, and after pouring so many medicines, why doesn't it work?" ”

Lu Huilan burst into tears.

Lu Xueru said: "He is a great benefactor of our family, if he dies to save our family Huilan, how can he be worthy of others......"

Lu Huilan cried loudly "wow". She ran to the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva hanging in the hall, and saw A-Niang kowtowing and kneeling in front of the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, praying loudly in her mouth.

Lu Huilan also followed Ah Niang, knelt in front of the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, folded her hands, kowtowed, and prayed sincerely......

……

Lu Huilan's father, Lu Xueru, was originally an old scholar who taught at a private school in Houliang Village.

Once, Xiao Shaofei was reading at home, and when he was tired of reading, he walked to the shade of the embankment on the bank of the Luxi River to read.

After Xiao Shaofei finished reading the book, he looked at Lu Xihe, thinking about the content of the book in a daze......

The sun slowly rose in the middle of the sky, and Xiao Shaofei watched the white clouds like cotton wool swing under his feet. Xiao Shaofei looked up at the sky and thought: It's not too early, it's time to go back.

When Xiao Shaofei stood up and was just about to go home, at this time, a red eagle flew from the sky, flew down and hovered six meters above his head, "squeaked", and nodded to Xiao Shaofei from time to time.

At first, Xiao Shaofei didn't pay much attention, nodded at the flying eagle above his head, and went home.

And the flying eagle followed Xiao Shaofei, and above his head, "squeak" kept calling, as if asking Xiao Shaofei to follow it to another place.

Faced with this situation, Xiao Shaofei had a good understanding of the birds, smiled and beckoned to the flying eagle, and said, "Lovely flying eagle, please lead the way in front." ”

The flying eagle also seemed to understand the meaning of Xiao Shaofei, stopped on his shoulder, flapped its wings and nodded, then spread its wings and flew low, leading the way in front.

Xiao Shaofei followed the flying eagle to a small hillside, and when he went up to the top of the slope, the mountain wind blew, and there seemed to be a loud sound.

Xiao Shaofei raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and saw the trees on the mountain, the birds and birds singing, and the blue and gray tile roof was exposed in the forest sea.

What is that place? Curiosity drove Xiao Shaofei along the trail.

It is destined that Xiao Shaofei has a fate with Lu Huilan's father Lu Xueru's private school, and he embarked on a road that is linked to Confucianism.

Walking through the grove, a school that looks like a school but is not a school stands out: the blue-gray walls have been mottled by wind and rain, and a layer of dark green moss has risen at the foot of the wall.

He had just approached the wall when he heard the sound of reading from inside...... He couldn't help but stop and stand outside the wall and sound.

When the flying eagle saw that its mission had been completed, it nodded to Xiao Shaofei, squeaked a few times, and then flapped its wings and flew high.

At this time, Lu Xueru was teaching his students to persuade learning.

The gentleman said: You can't learn.

……

Xiao Shaofei didn't listen to it, but he was addicted to it.

Lu Xueru practiced "Confucianism" as a teacher, saying that everything is inferior, only reading is high, the book has its own golden house, the book has its own Yan Ruyu, and in recent days, he taught his students poetry......

Lu Xueru is an old scholar in Qiu County, who knows astronomy, geography, and both civil and military, but whenever there are Tiancong children in the village and neighboring villages, and his parents send them to study, he is willing to teach.

Lu Xueru is not only highly respected, but also knows the warmth and coldness of the world and the cold of the world.

Since Xiao Shaofei became addicted to eavesdropping outside the wall, he would come here every day consciously or unconsciously, standing on the outer wall of the private school and eavesdropping.

In fact, someone was eavesdropping outside, and Lu Xueru had already found out, but he didn't know that the eavesdropper was Xiao Shaofei, the benefactor of his Zhang family, but he couldn't bear to break it and broke the rule that he couldn't do anything to pay the "apprenticeship fee and invite apprenticeship wine".

On this day, Xiao Shaofei, as in the past, rushed outside the private mat to eavesdrop on Lu Xueru's class.

Listen, listen, suddenly there was a dark sky, a strong wind, and then, lightning and thunder, and a storm was coming.

Lu Xueru was moved by compassion and asked his student Li Wenguang to call in the children who were eavesdropping outside the wall.

After Xiao Shaofei entered the school, as soon as they met, Lu Xueru found that the person who was standing outside the private mat and eavesdropping in recent days turned out to be Xiao Shaofei, the benefactor of his Zhang family, and couldn't help but jump in his heart......

So, Xiao Shaofei gave full play to his expertise of never forgetting and not forgetting after listening, imitating Lu Xueru's demeanor, suppressing, promoting, pausing, and frustrating, from beginning to end, he recited "Xunmeng Kindergarten Poems" word for word:

The Son of Heaven is virtuous

The article teaches Ercao

Everything is inferior

Only reading is high

……

After Lu Xueru heard this, he was shocked. Unexpectedly, this child, who was about the same age as his daughter Lu Huilan, had such an amazing memory, and his talent was not inferior to his little daughter.

This is the core essence of Confucian sage Confucianism, "everything is inferior, only reading is high"! Lu Xueru faintly felt that the little young flying in front of him would become a big weapon in the future.

For so many years, in his school, among the students taught by Lu Xueru, except for his daughter Lu Huilan, he had never seen such a smart person.

Now, standing in front of him, this kid is extraordinary as soon as he speaks, which shows that he has a wise root, and he has even more extraordinary potential at the bottom of the heart lake.

This time, Lu Xueru felt like this kid in his heart, but he knew that the weight of every expression he had in front of Xiao Shaofei would cause consequences, so he didn't express this thought.

Lu Xueru just asked with a flat expression, "How long have you been listening outside?"

Xiao Shaofei looked at Lu Xueru sincerely and said, "It's been more than ten days. ”

Lu Xueru felt and said: "You are also quite honest. ”

Xiao Shaofei said sincerely: "Please be gracious, sir, you don't remember the villain." ”

Lu Xueru tentatively: "Why do you like to study literature?"

He said frankly: "My mother often said to me, 'Everything is inferior, only reading is high', you are the most learned person within a radius of dozens of miles......"

Lu Xueru asked: "Why do you stand outside the wall every day and listen so fascinated?"

Xiao Shaofei spread his hands out: "I don't know what the reason is, in short, since listening to the poems you read, I can't help but come here every day to listen." ”

"Ah, it seems that you have an indescribable fate with us Confucians." Lu Xueru raised the scripture in his hand, handed it to him, and asked, "You have been standing outside the wall and listening for more than ten days, do you know what scripture this is?"