Prime Minister

Chapter 17 The Years in the Mountains
The local dog lying beside the fence gate was about to bark when he saw a stranger coming in, but he stretched his nose and sniffed and came to the man and licked his boots.

The man crouched down and caressed the dog's head.

Zhang Yue walked up curiously when he saw it and said, "Dare to ask what's the matter with you?"

"Are you Mr.'s new disciple?"

The other party glanced at Zhang Yue, then lowered his head and asked.

"Yes." Zhang Yue felt a different emotion in the other's eyes, which seemed to be jealous.

After Zhang Yue answered, the other party was silent for a while and then asked, "What's your name?"

At this time, seeing Guo Lin hurriedly running from the hall, he said, "Senior Brother Han, are you here?"

Junior Brother?Zhang Yue finally understood that the young man in front of him was the one who had given up halfway through studying as Guo Lin said before.

"Passing by here! Just came in to have a look, how are you, Junior Brother?" the young man replied.

"Alright, you've been busy with your homework recently. How are you doing? Are you still studying?" Guo Lin asked.

Zhang Yue saw the young man biting his lip and said, "Did you accept new students again, sir?"

"Yes, the one who came a few days ago has already memorized the Sutra of Filial Piety."

The young man nodded, then looked further afield.Zhang Yue turned his head to see that Guo Xuejian had walked out, and said in a trembling voice, "Is it Han Tao?"

The young man gave Guo Xueji a deep look, then suddenly turned around and ran out.

"Senior brother! Senior brother!" Guo Lin strode after him.

The figures of the two disappeared into the pine forest, and Zhang Yue looked at Guo Xuejun with reddish eyes.

Soon Guo Lin ran back and looked at Guo Xueyan and Zhang Yue and shook his head.Guo Lin said in a low voice, "Father, senior brother said that since he has already spoken out, he will not come back to study in the future."

Guo Xueyan sighed, turned his back and silently walked into the room.

Zhang Yue asked Guo Lin, "Why did this Senior Brother Han come back and leave again?"

Guo Lin shook his head and said, "He might want to come back. After hearing that his county school failed, he also wanted to find another famous teacher. But his family was not well-off. His mother passed away the year before, and his stepmother was very harsh on him. No teacher in the county is willing to accept such a lowly shackle to teach him the classics!"

"Then he just came to be admitted by Mr. Xiang Rebeg, so why did he leave again?" Zhang Yue asked.

"Do you cherish your own face? Maybe Japan wants to speak today. After seeing me, I'm afraid that I will lose face and I won't be able to say it again." Guo Lin sighed.

Zhang Yue understood, and he asked again: "Then why didn't you move to the city to teach? Shuxiu will definitely be higher than the village school! You can't even afford to eat."

Guo Lindao: "Dad has been here for a long time, so he can't bear to love the land. When things were too tight in the past, my mother wanted him to move to the city, but he said that he was gone, and there would be no one to teach these boys in the village!"

"So it is." Zhang Yue nodded and turned to look inside the thatched hut, but seeing that most of the boys in the school were still laughing and playing, few were serious, and Guo Xueyan was kicking his clogs and reciting the book in a cadence.

Guo Lin suddenly said: "Actually, if one of you and I can be admitted to the county school, Daddy will be famous, and there will be more people who come here to study in the future."

"But it's nothing if you don't pass the exam. Dad often tells me that it's okay to be poor, but you need to be loyal, filial, and righteous. Be loyal to officials, be filial to your parents, be polite to yourself, and be righteous to your friends. As long as my generation of scholars can talk about these things from time to time, even if they are poor for a lifetime, they can still stand tall!"

Zhang Yue nodded and said, "Senior brother has been taught."

In the hot summer, Pucheng has entered the sweltering heat.

In summer, the days are long and the nights are short. Many boys have to help their families to work in the fields before dawn. Therefore, boys no longer come before dawn, but usually wait until after the hour.At this moment, the adults could not stand the heat in the fields, and the boys were sent from the fields to study in the village school.

In the south, people are busy with farm work all year round, but in the north, they only study during the slack after October, which is called winter school.

There is a poem by Lu You that says "Winter school", "Children's winter school is next to each other, but according to the case, it is ignorant but cherished.After giving the village secretary, he slept behind closed doors and did not see people face to face all year round. '

Winter school is for children to learn to play, but the teacher who teaches is self-righteous and does not associate with peasants.After teaching in the morning, he closed the door and fell asleep, and he could not see his face from beginning to end for a year.

This is completely different from Zhang Yue's Mongolian study in the city. At that time, except for himself and Peng Jingyi, most people studied very seriously, and the teacher's urging was extremely strict.

The boys in Guo Xueyan’s village school play and play, and few take reading seriously.

But the parents in the village school are not stupid. Guo Xuejia’s village school is cheaper, at least it can give the boys a place to go after farming. If they can learn Braille, it would be even better to learn some etiquette for hospitality. , No matter how bad it is, you can write your name neatly without lack of strokes.

It's not that parents don't know the truth of 'the hardships of life are the hardships of life', because it's really hard to get ahead by studying.

There were no scholars in the Song Dynasty. To gain fame and fortune, it would only be rewarded if a scholar was offered to a scholar. How could the common people have such capital?
And Guo Xuejian looked at Zhang Yue in the same way at the beginning. He heard Zhang Yue's 'unknown name' in Mongolian learning, and knew that he should be the master of not serious reading.I thought that this time I came to my own chanting study, probably in the name of the system, to fool the family.

This is also very normal. Zhang Yue will go to work in the fields if he does not study at this age.Zhang Yue probably planned to study to escape the hard work of farming.However, when Zhang Yue memorized the scriptures of filial piety, he changed his mind.

A few days ago, Zhang Shi brought Zhang Yue a quilt and his most cherished mosquito net, and before leaving, he stuffed Zhang Yue with [-] yuan, so that he could buy what he needed, study with peace of mind, and don't worry about home.

Zhang Yue had already read Bi Xiaojing, and then read the Analects of Confucius.For Zhang Yue these days, it can be said that it has benefited a lot. He is no longer idle. Every day, he feels that his mind is full of things, and his homework is also advancing by leaps and bounds day by day.

In his spare time, Zhang Yue likes to lie on the big rocks in the pine forest with the grass roots in his mouth, watching the white clouds on the ridge so leisurely drift by in front of his eyes, and the fresh air in the pine forest is intoxicating.

Not far away, the pedantic dog was lying on the sunny spot, lazily looking back and licking the bald hair on his back.

The lame slaves opened fields behind the village school, watering and growing vegetables every day.

After the boys came to the village school, they continued to fight. They would rather squat under the tree and watch the ants fight rather than study.The days in the mountains are so indifferent to the world, the years are wasted, except for some hardships, it is really calming, and the troubles are completely eliminated.

After being woken up by the slaps of the boys, Zhang Yue took a long walk around the grass hut, and did the eighth set of radio gymnastics in the pine forest. He was a little thirsty and went back to the house to drink water from a gourd. Down.

The water in the tank was very cold, so when drinking the water, Zhang Yue took a small sip.

These principles of cherishing the body and raising the body, Zhang Yue knew but did not use in his last life, but in the Song Dynasty, where medical treatment was underdeveloped, he had to pick it up.Take mosquito nets wherever you go, which is a must in the south.

How many people died of malaria in ancient times, and a mosquito net can save a lot of heart.As for getting up early and exercising, it is also necessary. Exam reading is not only mental work, but also physical work. How can you study without a good body?

"Junior brother, what are you doing in the forest every day?" Guo Lin asked curiously.

Zhang Yue snorted and replied, "Some of the ploughing techniques will not be completed in the future, so they will always have to go back to farming. I am afraid that I will waste my kung fu, so I practice in the woods when I get up early."

Guo Lin was relieved when he heard the words, and immediately rebuked: "Junior brother, I said earlier that if you don't sleep during the day, with your talent, if you are willing to work hard, you must be able to..."

Zhang Yue has long yawned: "Senior brother is so hungry, what should I have for breakfast?"

"Eating tea soup this morning... Where did I just say it? Junior brother, junior brother! I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you leaving?"

However, Zhang Yue had already walked to the kitchen of the Westinghouse, while the pedantic Hun family was cooking tea soup.

As soon as the Hun family saw Zhang Yue, they said: "Sanlang is here to pull, quickly eat a bowl of tea soup."

"Okay!" Zhang Yue took the tea soup from the pedantic Hun family and drank it.

The pedantic Hun family smiled and said: "You came from the county town before. I'm afraid you are not used to living in the mountains, but you are getting better and better."

Zhang Yue laughed. In fact, his heart was bitter, but he didn't say it.

"There is a lady who can cook such a good tea soup, how can I be willing to leave!"

The pedantic Hun Jia said with a wide-eyed smile, "It's your sweet mouth."

Zhang Yue gulped down the bowl of tea soup that was thicker than porridge, then made a gesture to wash the dishes, and said casually, "Thank you, Mistress."

"Hey, put the bowl down, it's your turn to wash the dishes, do you want to eat again?"

Zhang Yue touched his stomach and said, "This tea soup is like porridge, not like porridge, like tea, but not like tea, but it's really delicious cooked by the lady, but I just ate it too fast, I haven't tasted it yet..."

"Since it's well-fired, let's eat another bowl." The pedantic Hun family looked indistinguishable.

The pedant Hunjia started to put ingredients such as green beans, green beans, green beans and other ingredients on the bottom of the bowl, first add some cold water to make a paste, and then rinse it with boiling water.

Zhang Yue brought it over and couldn't help but sigh again: "Delicious! It's so delicious! My whole body feels warm."

"Hugh, be polite to me and treat this place as your own home!" The pedantic Hun family said sternly.

Guo Lin, who followed behind Zhang Yue, couldn't help but muttered in his heart, that his mother was always polite to others, and he and his father would always look at her face at home.

But Zhang Yue is not only not afraid of her, but he can always please her. Outsiders don't understand and think that Zhang Yue is like her own son.

After two bowls of warm tea soup, Zhang Yue had already returned to the house and was about to study.
At this time, Guo Xuejia pushed the door open, but saw a twelve- or thirteen-year-old woman behind him.

Zhang Yue and Guo Lin were wondering, but seeing Guo Xuejiao said, "These two will be your senior brothers from now on, and they live here on weekdays. If you don't understand anything in your homework in the future, you can ask them for advice."

Zhang Yue was taken aback, there are still girls' shoes in this era?

(End of this chapter)