Along the way, Han Ling's father and son could only hear the car and horses outside, but they didn't know the situation outside when they were in the car. The life of people in this world today is similar to that of the ancient Chinese people, their parents are here, they don't travel far, and Han Ling has not taken a step out of Anqing at the age of four because of special circumstances.

Get off the bus to the door of the Mengfu, because of the large population, the Mengfu is located in the suburbs of the neighboring city of Qizhu, with a large number of fields, and the mountains and rivers are closed, and the manor economy is implemented.

There are two tall and mighty auspicious beasts squatting at the gate of Mengfu, because of the wind and sun, they have long lost their original color and become simple and round, recording the thousands of years of the super family. The fish-scale tiles on the eaves shine in the strong light of early summer, and the verdant colors on the edges add a bit of grandeur and majesty. The building has a red roof and white walls, decorated with light gold, and two small hats in green clothes with a good appearance stand straight in front of the copper-nailed gate.

It is the time to welcome guests during the day, according to the rules, the door is open, leaving only a plum blossom to cover it. Meixuan's father and daughter had already known each other with the gatekeeper, and after a few simple explanations, he led Han Ling and the others around the screen to the mansion.

Han Ling followed behind Meihui, crossed two courtyards to the garden in the house, along the way is the Flying Pavilion Liudan, the Water Pavilion Song Terrace; Early summer is the time when the flowers bloom, the courtyard is planted with peach blossoms, the light pink dreams are layered on top of each other, the delicate face seems to be inseparable, and the lovesickness has not woken up. The petals drift away with the wind, falling in color, shallow under the trees, or walking on the flowing water. The peach blossoms in this garden are in full bloom but do not show femininity, the branches are knotted, and there are strange stones, bamboo and cypress matching, more of a kind of literati and saucher's romantic charm.

From time to time in the garden, you can see people taking care of flowers and plants, and there are also maids in each room picking flowers, everything is quiet and orderly, and it is in order.

Mie just walked over the edge of the garden with Han Ling, and told him that people with foreign surnames like her and her father were not allowed to enter the garden and backyard without the permission of the head of the mother's family, that is, the father-in-law.

From the stone path on the edge of Han Ling and his party to Meng's private school, this school is opened on the side of the garden, and a small area is encircled separately. There are few exotic flowers and plants here, and most of them are bamboo, cypress, pine, pepper, and herb with symbolic meaning, which are more pure and elegant.

At the door of the classroom, a pair of parents said goodbye to their children, and Han Su went to the next house to find Master Meng, and heard that he lived here. And Han Ling entered the classroom with Meihui, and a female companion helped Meihui in, Han Ling thought about it and sat behind Meihui with a small package.

As soon as I entered the door, half of the people in the classroom were scattered and dense, and when I saw Meihui and a little bit walking in, I immediately stopped talking, Wen Shu, and focused on the two of them.

A tall boy poked a tiger-headed child next to him and said secretly: "This is what Meng Fuzi mentioned yesterday...... That?"

The kid looked up and down, "Hmm." That's him. ”

In another corner, a handsome, teenage boy rolled his eyes and complained to the scholar next to him: "Cut, it's like it's going to heaven, it's not like that, there's nothing more, and I don't know where to see the strange face......

The scholar flattered: "Yes, yes, where can this country boy compare to you, young master!"

Conversations like these resounded all over the classroom, with more malice and less goodwill. After all, these noble young masters and young ladies are all characters with eyes above the top, and they are at the age of little and no more, and they are thinking about competing with others.

Han Ling heard it but didn't think about it that much, after all, this thing was normal, but he found that he was dressed differently from other people - roughly to prevent classmates from comparing with each other, the women were unified as apricot yellow skirts, and the men were unified as green caftannels. The seriousness of its teaching and the high standard of its teaching can also be seen.

Meihui's eyes are amblyopia, but her ears are unusually sensitive, so she naturally heard some discussions, and frowned at the moment. She got up, but she called a few foreign surnames that were familiar with her to introduce them to Han Ling. As the saying goes, things gather people by like, and the children of these foreign surnames are either pure and kind people, or they are clever-minded, and Meihui seems to have prestige among several small groups with foreign surnames, and several people have given kindness to Han Ling to a certain extent, and some of them may only be superficial, but they also give enough face.

More of all, everyone treats him like a child. Han Ling was deeply impressed by two of the Meihui group, a man and a woman, the man was fair-skinned, about eight years old, tall and strong, and looked honest, but he was humorous and well-informed. His name is Shide, his father is an old man in the county, and Gao Pan Meng's family married a daughter-in-law. And the woman has sharp eyebrows and eyes, a heroic posture, and she is also old, but she is afraid that she is fifteen or sixteen years old. The surname is Yao Mingguang, and he was born in a military household in the guard.

Everyone sat down, and a few who came late arrived one after another, at this time, Old Master Meng also finished talking with Han Su, slowly paced in from outside the door, stood still in front of the living beings, and raised his voice: "Where is Han Ling in Anqing City?"

Han Ling wanted to raise his hand to signal, but after thinking about it, he still stood up: "Master, it's right down." ”

Old Master Meng squinted his eyes and quickly looked at this doll that stood out among the children of the ordinary people, and the four-year-old could see that his eyebrows were clear, but he really didn't feel any different from the smart child in the Meng family. This old man has read countless people, but he can't see the depth at the moment, this doll has no stage fright, saying that he is famous and arrogant, but he is a few steady smiles.

The teacher is looking at the student, and the student is looking at the teacher.

Han Ling only felt that this person was really a combination of the state pastor and the county lieutenant, dry and thin, with the goatee of the state shepherd, the county lieutenant's attractive ears, extremely short, smart eyes, grunting and turning, obviously a hard-nosed person - I heard that he was both civil and military, and I don't know how far it was.

Meng Fuzi saw that the little doll was still tilting his head to look at himself, and said with a smile: "Are you literate?"

Han Ling replied: "Yes." ”

"Geometry?"

"Five thousand or so. ”

Old Master Meng gasped.

"What books have you read?"

"I haven't read any classics, but I've just read through the history of various countries. ”

Old Master Meng is not a dead scholar, so he naturally knows the truth of taking history as a mirror, and he praised this move, turned his eyes and asked, "Let me ask you, in the twenty-fifth year of the Heavenly Sage, why did the Yongsheng Hou Nanzheng fail?"

In his view, the so-called reading through the history of various countries is nothing more than a matter of swallowing dates and looking at the flowers, and it means that mistakes will occur between countries. Especially in the southern countries, it is very easy to confuse, and its real intention is to crack down, so that this doll of the Han family can understand some things, and don't be arrogant. This is also the so-called "dismounting" of the Master's first lesson, which is also the only way to go.