Xianggui

Chapter 157

Tao Weng said with a smile, "Mu'er will enter the barracks early next year, so she should come here early to accompany us for a while."

The old lady said, "There is finally hope for this day."

Tao Gongdao, "Mu'er is not around, let little girl Ding come to talk with you more, and your days will be easy to pass. Don't let her work so hard like today. If she reads for a quarter of an hour, she must talk to you for a quarter of an hour." .”

The old lady was overjoyed, "Where is such an unreasonable old man like you?"

Tao Weng stroked his beard and said solemnly, "I'm still young, I'm like a child now, why should I be reasonable."

The old lady laughed, "What an old child."

She looked out of the small window, the orange twilight covering the strange courtyard and the rolling hills.With the old man and grandson, this place is no stranger.

When Ding Xiang came home, her father and elder brother came back, but her grandfather was busy with his work and didn't come back.

She took out the lotus flower cake.

The leaves of the lotus cake are pink, and the sugar center in the middle is yellow. It is crispy and fragrant, and it is very delicious.

Ding Li said, "It's better than the snacks sold in the county."

Ding Liren looked at Ding Xiang enviously.Mr. Li is a scholar, while Tao Weng is a Jinshi. The difference is not ordinary.According to Mr. Li, he also went to Tao's house to ask Tao Weng for advice.

Ding Xiang patted her chest and said, "When I get to know Tao Weng well, if there is anything my brother doesn't understand, I'll take you to ask him."

Ding Lilai's eyes lit up, "Sister, there are many things in "Original Geometry" that I don't understand."

"Original Geometry" is too professional, and Ding Xiang doesn't know if Tao Weng has studied mathematics.

In ancient times, mathematics was not only a main subject, but also a minor subject. It was a miscellaneous subject.Although the professors of Guozijian, academies, and private schools, because the imperial examinations are not taken, no one pays attention to them.I heard that the teachers in the Guozijian and the academies get the least money for teaching mathematics, and they can't even compare with the teachers who teach music and Danqing.

Hearing that Ding Xiang was treated differently by Tao Weng, Ding Zhao was also happy.

Zhang Shi said, "My father-in-law won't come back today, so I asked Li Maigao to send him the emerald tofu, and I specifically said it was for Xiangxiang and filial piety."

As long as Ding Zhuang hears that his granddaughter is filial, he will eat all of them.

After that, Ding Xiang would go to Tao's house twice in three days.I'm sorry to go in the morning, I think it's a waste of time, so I always go after the old lady's lunch break.Talk and laugh with the old lady for half an hour, and then read and read aloud.The soft and waxy child's voice sounded, and the old lady was also happy to hear it.

When Ding Xiang asked questions, the old lady would rush to answer them.

Ding Xiang would flatter her, "Grandma Tao is a talented woman."

Tao Weng jokingly said, "She is a talented woman."

It made the old lady overjoyed.

Ding Zhen followed them twice, but she couldn't get in the way, and mostly listened quietly to what they had to say.

After that, Ding Zhen didn't want to go with her every time, feeling bored.

On this day, Ding Xiang took Ling'er and Hei Wa to Tao's house again.

The old lady had a bad appetite, and Ding Xiang asked Li Maigao's family to make a pot of corn, winter melon, mung bean and ribs soup.

The ancients used to eat corn as their staple food. They had to wait until the corn was old enough to dry before being ground into flour or ballast. The corncobs were either fed to pigs or thrown away.

They don't know how delicious and appetizing a stew of tender corn on the cob is.

In addition, I also made a plate of yam cake, which was baked in a stewing oven.

Aunt Lu can also make yam dim sum. She likes to use mashed yam and red bean paste to steam in a pot.The cloves are made differently. They are filled with rose sauce and crushed peanuts, and they are shaped in molds, somewhat like the small mooncakes from the previous life.

I went there at the beginning of noon and had a meal there today.

Tao Weng really liked this soup, it was fragrant and nutritious.

The old lady likes to eat yam cake, which is sweet, soft and beautiful.

Ding Xiang likes to eat sweet-scented osmanthus crisps made by Mrs. Lu, which are crispy and fragrant.

She thought to herself that the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.Take food as an example. Many foods are delicious and beautiful, and their names are particularly nice.In the future, I have to rely on dim sum to get my position, so I can only make pastry.

After the meal, the old lady took a rest, and Ding Xiang went to the study desk to pick up the books she hadn't finished and continue reading.

Now she has read the seventh volume of "Three Kingdoms".

She thought she was already familiar with Tao Weng, and after getting the book, she picked up the quill pen to play with, only to notice two characters engraved on the red gold tube, "Sihai".

Ding Xiang's heart skipped a beat, could this "Four Seas" be Xun Sihai?

Xun Sihai liked dealing with foreigners.

Tao Weng once said that it was given by one of his students. Could it be that Xun Sihai is Tao Weng's student?

Ding Xiang read softly, "Four Seas, do you mean the sea alone or a person's name?"

Tao Weng said, "Xun Sihai, one of my students. This boy is very smart, but it's a pity that he doesn't have a long way to do things. If you know one thing, you will do another thing. The other thing has no novelty, and then change it." One thing... He is proficient in many subjects, but he is not perfect. For example, he has a good strategy, but he cannot become Sun Bin.

"Farming is good, but Jia Sixie is not good. Astronomy is good, but Zhang Heng is not good. Arithmetic is good, but Zu Chongzhi is not good... The best thing to do is to know Spanish and Fanhua, compile a lot of foreign books, and foreign envoys come over, Can communicate well with them as well…”

Is this criticizing Xun Qiandai? Why does Ding Xiang feel that he is praising him?What a genius, no wonder he is said to be all-rounder.

But looking at Tao Weng's expression, he was really angry at that student for not living up to expectations.

While talking, Tao Weng poured some water into the inkstone plate, and slowly ground it with an ink stick.After grinding, I picked up the quill pen and dipped it in, and wrote a few words on the paper.

The font is strong and powerful, with elegant charm.Ding Xiang has written cursive calligraphy for so many years, and she thinks that she is not as good as him.

Tao Weng shook his head, and put his pen on the table, "Stingy, no matter what is foreigner's or Fanren's, it is not as good as my great Li Dynasty."

Ding Xiang saw another side of Tao Weng, a typical feudal scholar-bureaucrat, conservative, stubborn, and self-righteous in some aspects.

This was true of many ancient statesmen in previous lives.

Much more conservative than Xun Sihai.

Ding Xiang knew her weight clearly, and didn't try to persuade him at all.

He didn't like hard pens, so he bypassed them.

Ding Xiang pointed to the two pictures drawn by the old man Dongshan on the wall and said, "There are so many pictures, I think that picture is the best, majestic, elegant, and profound artistic conception..."

Before she finished boasting, she was hit on the head by Tao Weng.

Tao Weng laughed angrily, "The little devil is used to flattering, so he must know that it was painted by the old man, so he said so."

Ding Xiang's eyes lit up in surprise, "Wang Tao is the old man of Dongshan? The painting is really good. I didn't flatter, I really think so."

Secretly, quickly accept me as a student, quickly accept me as a student.

If you really become your student, not only will you have a source of great talent, but you will also be taught by an expert in painting.

Tao Weng was confused by Ding Xiang's expression.He didn't say anything about accepting apprentices, but asked Ding Xiang to write two brush characters on the rice paper.

(End of this chapter)