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Chapter 54 The First Meeting
Xian Jin didn't know whether the threading of needles that Chen Jianfang said was the same thing as the threading of needles she understood - under the influence of her father in the previous life, when talking about business, it was either on the wine table or on the lap of a woman .
Xian Jin looked hesitantly at Chen Jianfang's gentle and upright figure, and spat in his heart, how could she pollute the clear star of hope with such dirty dross!

The star of hope goes through the needles, and it must be high mountains and flowing water, or sunny spring and white snow. Maybe we will order some curved water cups, play with flying flowers, congratulate toasts, and make banquet songs and poems.

For this reason, Xian Jin was very worried.

With her level of education, it is very likely that she will not be able to accompany her ex-Tan Hualang well.

Therefore, Xian Jin got up in the middle of the night, lit four candles, and dug out a few volumes of "Yuefu Poetry Collection", "Yuetai New Songs" and "Huajian Collection" from the library of the old house, preparing to make up for ancient poetry and literature. Qiao Shan, one of the former Tanhualang and one of the twin sisters of Jingxian County, was at home with the guests, singing and singing.

Unexpectedly, the more she watched, the more sleepy she became, wishing she could hang her head on the beam and pierce her buttocks. She wanted to take out the cooling ointment made by Zhang Ma to refresh herself, but she took out the book "That Scholar Is So Handsome" that the owner of the printing workshop had stuffed in a few days ago from her cloth pocket. , As soon as I opened it, I read it eagerly. After looking at the spirit, I cleaned the house by the way, cut the wick of the candle short, and corrected the account books of last month.

The sun rises in the east, and it is dawn.

In one night, I did everything except study.

Xian Jin burst into tears: Sure enough, besides studying, everything is interesting!

The next day, with neither a wine table nor thighs, Jin Xianjin with black eyes, followed Chen Jianfang all the way into the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard. The gate is very economical in raw materials, but once you enter it, it has a strange meaning.

Much bigger than Xian Jin imagined.

Two rows of straight cypress trees welcome guests, with stones paved in the middle, scholars in linen and green shirts walking hurriedly, and there are also middle-aged men with beards and hair tied behind their backs, muttering plausibly. Residential houses, green tiles and red lacquer, the walls are pasted with white mud and red tiles, which looks very simple and natural.

With a sharp eye, he saw that there was an open space covered with yellow dust hidden among the blue tiles and vermilion lacquer. It was quite big, like a small badminton court, and there were arches like these small doors standing on it.

Xian Jin asked Chen Jianfang, "What is this?"

Chen Jianfang smiled, "Chui Wan. Master Qiao has always advocated the six arts of a gentleman, not only poetry and scriptures, but also riding and shooting mistakes, so he set up an open space in the mountain courtyard for students to play."

Chen Jian pointed to Dongyao, "That's Huangyan Mountain. On the fifth, fifteenth and 25th of every month, Teacher Qiao takes students to Huangyan Mountain for an outing. The first person to reach the peak will be rewarded with a lottery or an ancient inkstone , or an ancient book, or a monthly exemption."

Speaking of the latter, Chen Jianfang was embarrassed.

Quality education too!
Xian Jin nodded again and again, agreeing with Qiao Shanzhang's educational philosophy.

The six arts of a gentleman, etiquette, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and numbering, originally archery and imperial horses are also among them. Many scholars can't afford to raise them by themselves, let alone horses?In addition, the official career of the imperial examination did not take these miscellaneous subjects, which directly led to a clearer distinction between civil and military.

Xian Jin recalled that Qiao Dajieyuan, the son of Qiao Shanzhang, punched very fiercely and sharply that day, a bit like Lu Tijutsu punched the town of Kansai. Anyway, he doesn't look like a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken, so he said with a smile , ".No wonder—the son of Qiao Shanchang is very capable of both civil and military skills."

Chen Jianfang had heard about the fact that his friend beat up Chen Ji in the street and said insulting to the scholar, and knew that Xian Jin was alluding to it, so he laughed, "Qiao Huisu practiced swords in the morning and danced swords in the evening—his aunt married her." In the capital, his husband is the famous Marquis Ning Yuan, who was a Fujian Pingwa when he was young, and now he has retired, his full moon knife was a gift from his uncle, Marquis Ning Yuan."

Xian Jin asked with a smile, "Then he still takes the imperial examination?"

"His father bet that he won't be admitted to Jinshi."

Chen Jianfang smiled even more, "He was not convinced, so he said he was going to take the exam, and he wouldn't be an official if he passed the exam, so..." Chen Jianfang looked at the green pines and cypresses on the wall, feeling a little emotional, "Just for fun .”

Xian Jin glanced at Chen Jianfang.

Under the young man's smiling face, there was envy that he didn't realize.

Is he envious of Qiao Hui's prominent family?
Or do you envy Qiao Hui's willful behavior?

Maybe, both?
Seemingly unreasonable, my heart suddenly softened.

Xian Jin and Chen Jianfang headed east all the way, about half an hour later, Chen Jianfang stopped in front of a low thatched cottage, knocked on the wooden door three times, and a deep and steady voice came from inside, "Erlang, come in .”

Pushing the door is the desk.

There is no screen, and there is no feng shui that the desk is not facing the door.

There is a kind of frankness that can't be said to others, reminding Xian Jin that some leaders in the previous life deliberately removed the door of their own office
Qiao Fangzhi is younger than Xian Jin imagined, against the light, with a beard on his chin, wearing a hemp-colored long gown, and a cotton-padded jacket over his outside. He doesn't look like a scholar, but like a country gentleman after he retires—a sense of relaxation all over his body. It's not like the headmaster of a famous school who devoted himself to the education of the motherland and died.

At least, Xianjin’s high school principal in his previous life was very bloody. He not only pumped blood himself, but also poured chicken soup into the students. On Monday, when the national flag spoke, the 48th floor of the community next door to the playground could hear their principal reciting the "List of Teachers".

This principal, at first glance, does not use the "List of Teachers" to encourage students.

Maybe after class, I still have to compete with the students for croquet
Chen Jianfang made a bow, Xian Jin collected his thoughts, followed closely behind and made a deep bow.

"Hello, Qiao Shi'an." Chen Jianfang introduced Xian Jin, "This is what the student told you, Chen Ji is the shopkeeper of Jing County, shopkeeper He."

Xian Jin cupped his hands, "The mountain is safe and well."

Qiao Fangzhi stood up, and also cupped his hands with Xian Jin, "Congratulations shopkeeper, I have been admiring you for a long time!" He personally poured tea for Xian Jin, made a gesture of invitation, and invited Xian Jin and Chen Jianfang to sit down, "Last time, congratulations!" I have heard about the shopkeeper selling blind bags at the gate of the mountain courtyard, and I have been looking for an opportunity to treat you to tea."

Xian Jin didn't expect that the feudal scholar-bureaucrat he met for the first time would treat her like a peer, and his face became more polite. He took the teacup with both hands, bowed and said, "Don't dare! Sell paper with precious treasure, I should have told you in advance, my son, I am really rude!"

Qiao Fangzhi waved his hand indifferently, "No red tape, inside the gate is the mountain courtyard, outside the gate is the long street, and the stalls on the long street should be rented to the government, and have nothing to do with my mountain courtyard."

Qiao Fangzhi kept smiling, "The old man said that he invites you to tea because he respects your ingenuity and proper design."

Thinking of the moon-white card that was calculated by the eldest son, he couldn't help smiling more sincerely, "Gouzi mentioned Chen Ji recently, and it was full of praise."
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He gritted his teeth and praised "the tricks are exhausted, and the means will be used by any means".

"It is said that Chen Ji is open and honest, and he is a model of merchants."
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Heartbroken and worried, "Nowadays, the world is going downhill, and merchants are struggling to make ends meet!"

"I even think that shopkeeper He is really a hero in the girls' school, and he behaves quite well."
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Grieving and indignant, she hated "she beat the teacher to death, and I hunted geese all day long and was pecked by sparrows!"

It must be someone who can make the eldest son suffer.

After Qiao Fangzhi confused black and white, he looked at Xian Jin cheerfully.

This girl is awesome, not only let the eldest son taste the dangers in the world, but also made him willing to give Sun Shun such a hard punch that he still hasn't come to school yet.

What a hero out of a girl!

Xian Jin was so praised that she was on pins and needles—how could she not believe that Qiao Hui would think so highly of her?
Xian Jin smiled "hehehe" and sipped his tea.

Well, Wuyi black tea from Fujian is really good tea.

Qiao Fangzhi put down the teacup, placed his hands on the square table casually, and returned to the subject, "Erlang said that Chen Ji made a kind of paper specially for students, which can help students practice calligraphy-I'm afraid that's why you came here today okay?"

Xian Jin took out a red scroll of paddy calligraphy from his bosom, and offered it with both hands, "The workmanship is rough, take a look."

Qiao put it open and looked at it, and he understood it at a glance.

The red tracing specifies the writing position, and the four slashes in the grid help students determine the font structure.

It is indeed a good thing for Kaimeng to write.

but
Qiao Fangzhi covered the tracing red book and smiled, "Your stuff is a good thing, and the idea is clever, the only thing is - it's not suitable for us here."

Chen Jianfang stood up and poured tea for his teacher.

Qiao Fangzhi raised his eyes to look at Chen Jianfang, and said in a relaxed voice, "Erlang, don't worry."

Chen Jianfang pursed his lips, his long eyelashes moved slightly.

Qiao Fangzhi continued to explain, "This book of yours is suitable for young students who are just starting out. Children who have just picked up pens are just at the time of practicing big characters, and the handwriting is not yet in place. The students of Qingcheng Mountain Academy, scholars or Juren, can read and write well. At a certain age, ink does not need the help of these few threads at all."

Chen Jianfang said softly, "Students, remember, every year our mountain academy recruits Confucian children who have just started from various small roads and villages."

Qiao Fangzhi knocked on Chen Jianfang's forehead, "You child!"

He also elaborated with Xianjin, "Erlang is right. Shanyuan recruits a group of newly enlightened Confucian children from Nanzhili and surrounding prefectures every year. There are not many places, less than ten people a year, but these Confucian children are all I am poor and have no money, and I really can't afford the paper produced by Chen Kee."

If the family is rich, they will only invite their husbands to open a private school for enlightenment, and will not send them to the Shanyuan Academy for big pot meals.

Only when Bo'er, or that Sun Shun, had been enlightened at home for a period of time and wanted to challenge the academy to take the exam for a scholar, would they be sent to the mountain courtyard with good relations with the school and the government to take the test.

The Confucian children from poor families recruited by the Qingcheng Mountain Academy every year are extremely young, extremely talented, and have a good chance of hitting the two rankings.

The family couldn't afford it, and the mountain courtyard accepted it, and formed a friendship in a timely manner. Even if this group of Confucian children broke through five barriers and killed six generals, the mountain courtyard would admit that they would make offerings wherever they studied.

Xian Jin listened to Chen Jianfang introduce these situations in detail yesterday.

And when she was selling blind bags at the gate of the mountain courtyard years ago, she also ran into a young boy who was full of desire for Chen Ji paper but could only run away in a hurry.
Xian Jin smiled confidently, his eyes were like a torch, "Chen Ji donated these books to the impoverished children in Qingcheng Mountain Hospital for free until they are able to pay for themselves - for this, Chen Ji has only one request."

Qiao Fangzhi put down the teacup in his hand, a little surprised, "Say."

Xian Jin smiled, and his bland raised eyebrows suddenly became intense and vivid, "After the monthly exams in the Qingcheng Mountain Academy, please post the calligraphy practice papers of these Confucian children in Chen Ji's red book outside the gate of the mountain courtyard."

(End of this chapter)