i have a sword fairy

Chapter 270 The Daily Life of Calligraphy Class

Fan Yushu wanted to say more.

Zhao Rong sullenly said, "Student Fan, don't whisper in class!"

Fan Yushu was taken aback for a moment, you know he was in class, and he took us out for a tour... It's just that Zhao Rong didn't give him a good chance to talk, so don't overdo it.

Today, the foot of Linlu Mountain seems to be extremely lively. The book senders in autumn have arrived one after another, and there is a stream of cars and horses outside the self-abasement pavilion.

Not long after, another convoy came in the distance, several carriages carrying heavy bookcases, followed by dozens of bearers, most of them were old bearers, with ruts on their dark and thin faces. Gullies, but at this time these gullies are crowded together in a criss-cross pattern, there should be some smiles on their faces.

Zhao Rong stood in front of the pavilion and glanced sideways.

The leader of this chariot is a middle-aged Confucian scholar riding on the front horse, wearing a square scarf and wearing a wide kerchief, looking a little tired but like other people who came all the way to deliver books, looking around energetically.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the climbing corridor, and the middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a square scarf gave orders in the team. The bearers began to unload the book boxes in an orderly manner, and picked books up the mountain. The Confucian scholar in the square scarf took pictures He took off his robe, looked left and right, walked to Zibei Pavilion, found a place to rest, and sat not far from Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, glanced at the willful students who were mostly chatting and relaxing, and turned his head again. He stepped forward, smiled, and started talking to the square scarf Confucian scholar.

After Zhao Rong asked, he was a little surprised to find that the latter was also surnamed Zhao, and he was from the same family, but he came from a small remote country called Nankang under Wangquezhou Mountain. Said.

However, all the Zhao families in the world are one family, and they have the ancestral training of solidarity and mutual assistance. The two can be regarded as distant relatives. After chatting for a few words, they couldn't help getting acquainted.

The Confucian scholar in the square scarf sighed.

"When my father was alive, I always wanted to go back to the academy to have a look. I don't know if the former master is still looking at the temple, if the cold window in Nanxuan is still lit by later students at midnight, and if the frosted maple leaves in the maple forest beside the Lanzhou Ferry by the river It is still more prosperous than the flowers in February, and the Mochi still has the rule of washing the face with cold water in winter, but...

Later, my father held an important position in the imperial court and was relied on by His Majesty. Afterwards, he bathed in the emperor's grace and served as the minister of Gu Ming to assist the new emperor. He finally waited for the miscellaneous things to be done and retired. However, after returning to his hometown, his health deteriorated day by day. I lost my energy, hey. "

Zhao Rong listened carefully, and then sighed, "Brother Zhao is sad, although the old man is gone, didn't you come here for him?"

The melancholy between Fangjin Confucian scholar's brows immediately swept away, he nodded excitedly and said, "After traveling for more than half a year, I finally arrived at the Academy. I used to take those ferry boats on the mountain that sailed through the sea of ​​clouds, but I heard that it was Something happened on the mountain, so I had to get off the boat and walk, and then I heard that Lidu’s dragon boat was still there..."

It seemed that he had finally arrived at his destination, and the journey was difficult, so he had a lot of words at this time.

Zhao Rong listened carefully. Occasionally, the Confucian scholar Fangjin would ask about some things about him. Zhao Rong just smiled and said a few words casually, and at a certain moment, he glanced at the Confucian scholar Fangjin's left thumb. A jade wrench on the top was rubbing and playing, and looked at the entrance to the mountain in the distance, the bearer who was picking up books, and suddenly said:
"Brother Zhao, I see that you should also be a monk, and you came all the way alone. Why don't you go up the mountain with a book in a sumeru, and ask these bearers what to do."

The Confucian scholar Fangjin was slightly stunned, thought for a while, and said softly.

"I once heard my father's order. He even calculated the amount of money to hire bearers to carry a load of books with me, so Brother Wei hired these bearers to carry books in the market outside the academy. However, if It really saves time and effort to bring books directly up the mountain with Xumiwu. On weekdays, many things are extremely fast with the methods on the mountain...

In fact, I asked my father curiously about this before. I remember that I was a little excited to suggest that he should simply introduce these strange methods from the mountains in Nankang to replace manpower, which will definitely improve the efficiency of the court. After he finished, he didn't even look at me, but just asked three consecutive rhetorical questions. "

"There are some spells that allow you to understand the whole text just by touching the book, so if it is popularized, will we Confucian scholars not even need to read the book in the future, and the master will not need to teach?"

"Should we Confucian scholars be the people of the mountain or the people of the mountain?"

"If all the things under the mountain are done by the art on the mountain now, what do these people under the mountain need to do?"

Fang Jin's Confucian eyes showed memories, "I said something at the time that I didn't know, and asked my father for the answer, but my father said he didn't know, and wanted to know the answer."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong nodded lightly, without saying anything else, he squinted his eyes, and looked at the porters who were picking up books not far away, and the long corridor up the mountain.

The promenade was built wide, but now both sides are full of books, and it is a bit crowded, and there is no place to sit in the promenade from the foot of the mountain to the library on the top of the mountain, and there are still many people standing on both sides of the promenade with books. Reading in the pile is supposed to be reviewing books for the library to enter the building, and the people passing by in the middle of the corridor, no matter they are Mochi students, academy scholars or gentlemen, all turn sideways to make way for the book-carriers. There is a huge flow of people. But methodical.

Zhao Rong smiled, turned his head, and said goodbye to the Confucian scholar in square scarf who had been looking at him, but the latter suddenly said: "Brother Zhao, please wait a moment, brother, I have always been curious about some interesting places in the academy that my father said, but it is just a big academy. , some people are confused, may I ask... do you know how to get to the Sutra Pavilion?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while, "Brother Zhao, wait a moment, I will arrange some things first."

After the words fell, he walked towards the students of the willful class who gathered beside him, and everyone looked at him.

Zhao Rong copied his hands and asked loudly: "How many of you have completed the qualifications for entering the library?"

The students of the Willful Hall looked at each other in blank dismay, and not long after, Yu Huaijin, Li Xueyou and other sporadic people raised their hands.

Zhao Rong nodded, "Not much, that's just right."

He pointed to the intersection where the bearers climbed the mountain, "Students who are self-willed, each go to the corridor to get a book, take it back and read it, and write a detailed reading experience after class, and write it in your best calligraphy. So, it is suggested to make more drafts... as homework for the calligraphy class, leave it to me in the next class, and after I review it, I will send it to the library to help put these books into the archives, and by the way, I will open up the qualifications for you to enter the library."

Yu Huaijin nodded and saluted, "Follow what Mr. said."

The students were silent for a moment, and although some students had bitter faces, they followed one after another, "Follow what Mr. said."

Afterwards, Zhao Rong led the students of the Willful School to line up at the intersection of the climbing corridor. After a stick of incense, everyone went up the mountain, picked a book from a certain section of the corridor, and took it down the mountain.

Not long after, Zhao Rong announced the dismissal of get out of class, and the students in the willful class dispersed one after another.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and flipped through what seemed to be an unofficial history of a certain dynasty in his hand, and walked back to the Zibei Pavilion.

The Confucian student Fangjin greeted him with a smile, and exclaimed, "I didn't expect that Your Excellency is actually an academy gentleman."

Zhao Rong raised his head and waved his hands, "It's just a teaching assistant, Brother Zhao, let's go."

When the words fell, he didn't say much, and took the shawl Confucian scholar to the lecture hall by the river.

It was still in the valley between the two very close green hills. Zhao Rong sent the square scarf Confucian scholar to the pavilion. He stopped outside the pavilion, saluted and said goodbye. In the afternoon there will be a calligraphy class in the Justice Hall. Waiting for him to go back, there is no time to stay too long.

In the octagonal ancient pavilion, in front of the deep ancient well, a Confucian student with a square scarf played with a jade wrench in his hand, and watched the student surnamed Zhao leave with a smile.

……

The calligraphy class in Zhengyi Hall is much more relaxed than that in Xing Hall.

At least Zhao Rong thinks so.

Just like the class just now, he brought Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall to Peng Cong Valley next to Lin Lu Mountain, and everyone followed him respectfully.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, who was walking in front, was holding a rolled-up history of a certain government and field brought down from the long corridor in his hand, and looked back at the quiet people in the Hall of Justice, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Gu Yiwu grinned at him.

Zhao Rong smiled back.

It's not that there are unruly and stubborn people in the Hall of Justice. With Zhao Rong's eyes on people, it can be seen from the eyes and small movements. There are quite a few "special talents" like him and Fan Yushu, but no one challenged Zhao Rong's authority.

If he says go east, he goes east, and if he says go west, he goes west.

Although Zhao Rong knew that it wasn't because of his majesty, because he hadn't shown any prestige in the first class until now, Zhao Rong knew that in fact, most of all this was due to this Gu Yiwu whom he felt quite sympathetic to.

As for Gu Yiwu's way of managing Justice Hall, Zhao Rong observed it for a few days during class, and found that it was completely different from that of Yu Huaijin. It can be roughly summed up as the style of Big Brother... the kind who mingled with the students and called them brothers and sisters. Way.

It's quite interesting, but there is no definite number on which of the two is better. It can only be said that the one that suits them is the best.

In Ping Cong Valley, Zhao Rong smiled, stopped and turned around, and ordered: "Everyone can move freely."

He didn't even say orders such as 'quiet' and 'don't make any noise', because he was in charge of himself, and when the words fell, he turned the pages of the book and walked aside.

The students of the Justice Hall looked at the back of 'Mr. Zhao', and they also dispersed to rest quietly, but they all controlled within a certain range of activities. At this time, Gu Yiwu glanced at Zhao who was sitting on a bluestone to enjoy the scenery. Rong, after thinking for a while, took out some tea sets, poured a few cups of hot tea, picked up a cup, and distributed the rest to the students sitting next to him.

However, Gu Yiwu didn't bring it up right away, he looked around and stared at the students of Justice Hall for a while, and after a while, he suddenly saw a certain restless student leaving the crowd and sneaking away to a quiet place , Gu Yiwu frowned, put down his teacup, walked silently, stretched out his arms and strangled the restless student's neck, and "locked his throat".

"Well, you little monkey, you want to harass other seniors and sisters to study again." Gu Yiwu glanced at a certain scholar and senior sister who was quietly flipping through books on a wooden pier in the forest not far in front of him, bowed his head and said angrily.

The student surnamed Hou who was 'locked' sneered, "Boss, I just went to see the scenery. I didn't want to harass my senior sister. Don't stain my innocence."

Gu Yiwu is tall and tall, and he overwhelmed the thin student surnamed Hou, like a hungry tiger jumping on a monkey. Gu Yiwu stared at him, and said in a low voice: "Go to Mr. Zhao's class, don't mess around, give me peace of mind." Point, and, are you still innocent? In the future, if some academy scholar or senior sister goes to Xuezheng to sue our justice hall, I will be called by Xuezheng to be her grandson, and see if I don’t come back Take off your kid's pants, and then..."

The student surnamed Hou felt cold in front of him, and immediately fell silent.

There was a chuckle among the students of Justice Hall around.

After half a stick of incense, seeing that everyone had calmed down and there was no sign of anything bad, Gu Yiwu picked up the teacup again, went to Zhao Rong, and handed it over, "Mr. Zhao quenches his thirst."

Zhao Rong turned his head, "Brother Gu can just call me Brother Zhao, you don't have to be so cautious in private."

Gu Yiwu grinned and shook his head.

Zhao Rong took the teacup, took a sip, and suddenly put down the teacup, "Brother Gu, actually I've always been a little curious. That time in Yilanxuan, other brothers were avoiding me. Why did you take the initiative to choose me?"

Gu Yiwu glanced at Zhao Rong, the corners of his mouth gradually lowered, and he was silent for a while.

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