Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 58 Selection of Instructors IV

Wuyin County, south of the city, Sifangli.

The meaning of Sifangli is people gathered from all directions, and most of the people who live here are exiled here from Wuyin.

In recent years, the management of the imperial court has been chaotic, and local uprisings have never ceased. Especially since the Yellow Turban Uprising, bandits from all over the country, who have a little strength, are called the Yellow Turbans. They are ordinary people, and there are countless people displaced from various places. They cannot survive in one place, so they can only move on.

Some exiled here and want to settle down, but they have no land, and most of them can only be tenants and long-term laborers. It is not as good as the poor peasants in the suburban villages who can have a few acres of land. They have no land and no house, so they can only live here.

A small courtyard.

This small courtyard is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle. It looks like it is only made of thatched grass, but it has an elegant charm. It is surrounded by fences. In the courtyard, a big banyan tree stands tall. Straw mats were spread on the ground, and several square wooden desks were placed. In front of the desks, there were about five children sitting.

In front of the children, there was a middle-aged man wearing a civilian robe. The middle-aged man did not look very old, but his temples were already graying. Although there were several patches in his cloth, he looked very clean and tidy, with neat hair , starting with a wooden hairpin.

"Zhongni said, a gentleman is moderate, a villain is against moderation, a gentleman is moderate, a gentleman is moderate, a villain is contrary to moderation, and a villain has nothing to fear!"

The middle-aged commoner held a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, shaking his head and muttering.

"Zhongni said, a gentleman is moderate, a villain is against moderation, a gentleman is moderate, a gentleman is moderate, a villain is contrary to moderation, and a villain has nothing to fear!"

"Zhongni said, a gentleman is moderate, a villain is against moderation, a gentleman is moderate, a gentleman is moderate, a villain is contrary to moderation, and a villain has nothing to fear!"

There are five children in the hall, the oldest one is only eight years old, and the youngest one is less than six years old, only five years old, and they are all from poor families, and they have not studied for a long time, so it is impossible for them to understand the meaning .

But they followed it very seriously.

"All right!"

After reading several times in a row, the middle-aged commoner put away the book in his hand, and said to the children, "I'm done teaching this morning. After you go back at noon, you should study hard. In class in the afternoon, sir, you will have to recite!"

"Yes!"

Several children stood up and bowed to salute.

After saluting, the older child took out a small bamboo basket from under the table, and there were five eggs in it. He stepped forward and handed it to the gentleman: "Sir, these are the eggs laid by my hen. Please don't be disgusted, sir!"

They are all children of nearby residents. Their families are poor and cannot afford the gift of consecration. They can only use some eggs and vegetables as compensation on weekdays.

"Okay, thank you Chen Xiu!"

The middle-aged commoner did not refuse, and accepted this offer.

After class, the other four children had packed up their book baskets and left the courtyard. There was only one youngest child, a little drowsy, thinking about falling asleep on the desk.

"Jiang San!" The middle-aged commoner suddenly became angry, and his voice was loud.

"father!"

The tiger-headed and tiger-brained child jumped up reflexively. He looked like a little monkey. He didn't have 300 taels of silver here, and shouted: "I didn't sleep!"

"Humph!"

The middle-aged commoner snorted coldly. He didn't have the slightest kindness and tolerance of being a husband. He only had a burning rage and roared: "Jiang San, stand here for an hour, or you won't be allowed to eat!"

"Oh!"

The child was not afraid, he lowered his head, quietly, quietly, looked at his father's angry face, and looked at the egg in his father's hand. Is there an egg to eat?He thought to himself, let's stand still, or his father will be angry.

Tuk Tuk Tuk! ! !
At this time, there was a knock on the door.

The middle-aged commoner felt his emotions restrained, regained his indifferent expression, and said indifferently: "Come in!"

Outside the fence gate, Mu Jing took Tan Zong with him, and Tan Zong was holding a gift in his hand. The two pushed open the simple gate and walked in.

"Who are you looking for?"

The middle-aged commoner looked at the two young men. They were all dressed in brocade robes made of Sichuan silk, especially the young man walking in front, who was obviously imposing. At this age, it would be great to have such an imposing manner. Some of them are descendants of aristocratic families.

He has always been a little disgusted with the children of the family, so his eyes became cold.

"I'm looking for Mr. Jiang Lu!"

"I am!" Jiang Lu stood up, protecting his child behind his back, and he couldn't help but feel vigilant in his eyes.

"At Xia Mujing, I greet you sir!"

Mu Jing performed a Confucian etiquette.

"Mujing?" Jiang Lu narrowed his eyes slightly, the name was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it for a while, and his face was as cold as ever: "I don't know what's your business?"

"Come to the door as a guest!"

Mu Jing smiled and said: "Mr. is a person who studies, you can't even know such basic etiquette!"

He could tell that Jiang Lu didn't like him and was very wary.

"San'er, prepare tea!" Jiang Lu frowned and said in a low voice.

"Father, where did we get the tea in our house!"

The child Tong Jiangsan held his father's clothes and said in a low voice.

In today's era, tea is expensive, and the tea produced is either from the south of Shuchuan or from the land of South Vietnam. There are fewer tea merchants, and those who are not high-ranking officials cannot enjoy it.

"Then go boil the water!" Jiang Lu's face was a little red, and he glared fiercely at his sabotaging son.

"Oh!"

This child is sensible, he gave his father face in front of outsiders, behaved like a little sheep, and went to boil water.

"I'm a guest, please sit down!" Jiang Lu is a Confucian student after all, etiquette is still indispensable, he stretched out his hand to invite.

"Thank you!"

Mu Jing suppressed Tan Zong, Tan Zong took a step back, and he stepped forward, kneeling on the straw mat, facing Jiang Lu.

"The humble house is simple, if there is any negligence, please forgive me!" Jiang Lu said.

"Sir, you have a noble personality. How many rich and powerful families in the city want to invite you to teach at home, but for the sake of the children in the four quarters, you would rather live here than be influenced by fame and fortune. I admire you!" Mu Jing had done a lot before coming here. homework.

This Jiang Lu himself is a foreigner, also a native of Jingzhou, from Lingling County. In the past, he only went north to visit relatives, but he stayed here because of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Later, he stayed here for some unknown reason.

He himself is a scholar, and he makes his living by educating children in these four quarters. There are poor families all around him, and they don’t earn much. It's tough.

But his talents are not simple.

There used to be a gentry in Wuyin County who felt that he was very talented and wanted to invite his disciples to teach him, but he finally refused. , Confucian debate.

Scholars, full of knowledge, make their tongues grow lotus, the tongue is a knife, and the tongue is a sword, in the shadow of a sword, a mouth can kill a person, and it can also talk a person.

And the truth is that the more discernment becomes clearer.

So there is the Confucian debate ceremony.

The Confucian ritual debate is a dry fight between scholars, a bloodless battle, the winner will get the highest honor, and the loser will be ruined, one word of heaven, one word of hell.

Jiang Lu sent four Confucian scholars with one person to fight against the warrior clan. Each of these Confucian scholars is a famous Confucian scholar in Wuyin County.

And he won.

Since then, he has been hailed as Wuyin Shilin, the No. 1 poor family.

"Young Master, do you know someone very well?"

Jiang Lu narrowed his eyes slightly.

This young man gave him a very strange feeling. At the beginning, he was a bit of a pompous child of aristocratic family, but when he carefully felt it, he seemed a bit like a high-ranking person.

"When you are a guest, how can you be rude in your hand, a small gift is not a respect!" Mu Jing waved his hand, and Tan Zong handed over the brocade box in his hand.

"No merit, no reward!"

Jiang Lu frowned, did not answer, but said coldly.

"I've been picking out this gift for a long time, sir, don't want to see it!" Mu Jing said with a smile.

"What do you mean, son?" Jiang Lu was unmoved.

"I want to invite Mr. to teach my students!"

Mujing got straight to the point.

"Forgive me for being difficult to agree!" Jiang Lu shook his head.

"Sir, don't think about it!"

"Among the gentry, there are quite a lot of scholars, one more than me is not too many, and one less than me is quite a few, why should you force me?"

"Why do you think I'm a gentleman?"

Mu Jing was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly remembered that the clothes he was wearing seemed to be sent by Zhang Heng's silk and satin shop. They were quite precious, and it seemed that he had been misunderstood.

"Is not it?"

Jiang Lu frowned. He didn't think that among the humble scholars, there was such a young man with such a bearing.

"Let me introduce it first!" Mu Jing cupped his hands: "A certain name Mu Jing, word Longtu, from Jingping Village outside the city, my father Mu... Shan!"

"Yellow Scarf?" Jiang Lu's face changed slightly.

(End of this chapter)