The capital is full of flowers, and there are breakfast stalls everywhere on the street, and Xu Qi'an solves the problem of food and clothing in the breakfast stall outside the county yaliang street.

The stall owner was a thin, middle-aged man with dark skin, wearing a black apron, and he smiled humbly at everyone.

The craftsmanship is not bad, Xu Qi'an is very satisfied with the food, the only drawback is that the people of Dafeng Capital like sweets, soy milk is enough, and tofu brain is also sugared.

Xu Qi'an didn't plan to compromise in this heretical city, and told the stall owner not to put sugar, and added soy sauce, pork fat, chopped green onions, and minced garlic.

In addition, there are four fried dough sticks, six meat buns, two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and three side dishes.

After eating, Xu Qi'an was ready to pay.

"Poor master, you are polite, it is my blessing that you can come to me for breakfast. The stall owner looked at Xu Qi'an's errand clothes, and refused to ask for money.

His eyes swept over the empty disk left by Xu Qi'an, and his eyes flashed with distress.

"Really?"

The stall owner swallowed his saliva, Xu Qi'an ate the amount of four or five people for breakfast. It was originally a small business that was mixed with food, and he got up early and was greedy for darkness, barely making ends meet.

But I still didn't dare to ask for it..... I really don't dare to ask for it.

"No, no, no, how can I take your money. "The stall owner knew at a glance that he had been beaten by society.

"Well, I'll sit and eat for a while, you go away, don't disturb me. Xu Qi'an waved the stall owner away.

The stall owner resigned.

"The system of the Dafeng Dynasty has accumulated shortcomings for a long time, and if the officials do not rectify it for a day, the lives of the common people will not be better. Xu Qi'an looked at the busy figure of the stall owner, and remembered the eyes of him who were both painful and did not dare to ask for money just now, pitiful like a beggar.

"From ancient times to the present, the most harmful to the common people is always the invisible flies of the big people. ”

He took out ten cents from his pocket, folded it on the table, and left in silence.

"Finally gone...."The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief and wilted over to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

What bad luck!, he thought to himself, frustrated.

When he came to the table, the stall owner was stunned, there was a stack of copper plates stacked on the table, and the catcher not only paid, but also gave more.

The stall owner hurriedly ran a few steps, only to see the looming tolerance clothes in the crowd, which had gone far away.

He opened his mouth, his throat like it was choked by something.

For the first time in so many years, he met a Xu official who gave money for dinner.

......

After Xu Qi'an finished the order, he went to the back hall to ask Zhu Xianling for leave, and Lao Zhu readily agreed.

Hurriedly returned to Xu's mansion and pushed open Erlang's door, the brothers nodded tacitly, and Xu Erlang took out a set of moon-white Confucian shirts that had been prepared a long time ago, covered with light gray moire.

Xu Qi'an glanced at the azure robe with dark patterns on the little brother's body, and proposed: "Erlang's body is good-looking, let's change it." ”

Xu Xinnian sneered, and his expression seemed to say: You are thinking about fart.

For a martial artist in the refining realm, the scholar's Confucian shirt really doesn't fit, the muscles are full, and the figure is high, and he will hold up the loose Confucian shirt.

And the aesthetics of the reader are: the sleeves are fluttering, and the clothes are flying.

The brothers left Xu's mansion, rented two yellow horses for three taels of silver, and left the capital at a gallop.

The destination of their trip was Qingyun Mountain, sixty miles away on the outskirts of Beijing, there is a academy in the mountain, the world-famous Yunlu Academy!

Qingyun Mountain was originally not called Qingyun Mountain, the specific name was forgotten, since Yunlu Academy settled here, the sound of reading is endless, and the air is full of air.

It was renamed "Qingyun Mountain".

The two walked side by side on the official road, and an hour later, Xu Qi'an looked into the distance and vaguely saw the outline of Qingyun Mountain and the academy buildings that were as small as beans.

"Saying goodbye, my brother has always been curious. ”

Xu Qi'an slowed down the horse, and after his cousin followed and reined in the reins, the two horses changed from running to trotting.

"Do you say that the saint is a product?"

He is extremely curious about the major systems of this world, but unfortunately lacks the channels to understand them.

Xu Xinnian raised his chin proudly: "Do you think I will know?"

If you don't know, you don't know, why do you have such a proud expression.... Xu Qi'an rolled his eyes and continued:

"How long did the saint live, do you know?"

Xu Xinnian nodded: "At the age of 82." ”

A dignified saint, the founder of Confucianism and Taoism, even if he doesn't have a product, he will not be bad, and he only lived to be 82 years old?

Well, it is a long life for ordinary people in this era, but the force value of this world is unusual.

Even saints can't live forever?

Well, you can't jump to conclusions, after all, I know too little information ....

"Yunlu Academy doesn't accept outsiders, this is the rule, even I can't get the teacher to agree. Xu Xinnian said:

"Big brother is really sure?"

Xu Qi'an shook his head: "It's man-made." ”

They decided to send the female dependents of the family to Yunlu Academy before launching the operation, so that even if they were really retaliated against by the household servants, Yunlu Academy would be able to shelter the female dependents of the Xu Mansion.

The tax and silver case almost made me fall into a box, and this can't get over, right..... Hey, if you don't handle it well, it's another crisis of extinction..... Xu Qi'an clamped the horse's belly, shook Xu Xinnian behind him, and walked away.

Xu Xinnian was not convinced, waved the horsewhip, and started a competition with his cousin.

......

Qingyun Mountain is neither majestic nor beautiful, if it is not clear and clear, it is no different from ordinary wild mountains.

There are courtyards, attics, squares, waterfalls in the mountains.... The bluestone paved paths are like cobwebs, connecting these places.

In an attic on the edge of the cliff, there is a private room on the second floor, and there is no wall on the side of the cliff, and standing on the side of the corridor, you can look out over the vast plain and the outline of the distant mountains.

Li Mubai, a great player who vowed never to play chess again, stood on the edge of the corridor with a scroll in his hand, listening to the fierce argument between the two friends behind him:

"I made a mistake here, I'm going to do it all over again, I don't care. ”

"There are no regrets, this is the rule. ”

"The sage said: If you know your mistakes, you can change them, and you will be good. ”

"Is that what the saint meant?"

"Isn't it?"

"Old thief, do you want to talk to me? That's fine, only one of us will leave alive today. ”

"The old man didn't grow up as a vegetarian. ”

Li Mubai shook his head, "Two stinky chess baskets." ”

One of the two behind him was Zhang Shen, a master of the art of war, and the other was an old man in a black robe with a long beard to his chest.

Chen Tai, whose name is Youping, is one of the four great Confucians of Yunlu Academy.

The four great Confucians have their own characteristics, Li Mubai is chess, Zhang Shen is proficient in the art of war, and Yang Gong, a Ziyang layman who served as the political envoy of Qingzhou, is good at learning.

And this Chen Youping has the talent to govern the country, and his book "Governing the Country" is quite popular in Dafeng officialdom.

Li Mubai turned around and left the corridor, returned to the private room, and interrupted the two who were arguing:

"Where's the dean?"

"The eldest princess is here, and the dean is with her. Zhang Shen stared at the chessboard and replied casually.

Li Mubai let out an "oh" and nodded.

Chen Tai sighed: "In three months, it will be spring, but the students of the college are not very interested in reading. ”

"The only few lights shine on the chessboard...", he stretched out his hand and pulled on the chessboard, disrupting the chess pieces, and heartbroken: "The plaything is demoralized." ”

"Shameless old thief!" Zhang Shen was furious, if he lost, he would lose his mind, and if he won, he would show off his might, "You are the same as Li Mubai, you can't afford to play." ”

"What do you have to do with me!" Li Mubai was angry.

Speaking of this topic, the three great Confucians sank into silence.

The students of Yunlu Academy have a difficult career, even if they are promoted and promoted in the examination, it is difficult to rise in the officialdom, and they are often sent to the poor countryside as officials, or thrown into a certain corner to become moldy.

This greatly hit the enthusiasm of the students of the academy for the imperial examination.

The elegant room was silent for a moment, and Zhang Shen said in a deep voice: "This wind can't be long, and the enthusiasm of the students for the imperial examination must be raised." ”

Chen Tai's face was serious: "Even if you work hard to support it, you have to hold on, Yunlu Academy can't stop the road of officialdom." ”

Li Mubai groaned: "Let's open the hall and persuade the students, and let the courtyard come forward." ”

Zhang Shen twisted a chess piece: "The dean persuades students every year, and if they decline again in one go, it won't have much effect." ”

Chen Tai frowned, "We have to find a novel way to let students study hard spontaneously and pay attention to Chunqiu." ”

"How about writing an article?" he suggested.

"Thankless. Li Mubai shook his head.

"Then there are only poems," Zhang Shen took a sip of tea and said: "Since ancient times, poetry has moved people's hearts, and composing a deafening poem is much better than opening a class to persuade students." ”

After speaking, the three great Confucians glanced at each other and shook their heads in unison.

Dafeng Confucianism, poetry has been weakened for a long time.

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