My diary of transcendence from the heavens

Chapter 8 8. Stony Brook Academy, rotten wood cannot be carved.

The nearby city is called Shixi City, which is the only city within a radius of dozens of miles. It got its name because there are many creeks and strange rocks of various shapes nearby.

Compared with the backward villages, the county town is full of prosperity. The people here are much more decently dressed, look clean and decent, and have more energy. However, Zhao Xuanqi and his wife wear tattered clothes, and their clothes are patched. , but it seems a bit nondescript.

Zhao Asan took Zhao Xuanqi around the nearby shopping mall and bought the pens, inks, paper and inkstones necessary for studying. They bought the cheapest ones, and then hurried towards the academy.

He had to let Zhao Xuanqi enter the academy early while it was still early. He had to enter an inn to stay overnight in the county town. Even the cheapest inn cost several copper coins. He couldn't afford it. He also needed to rush back to the village before dark to save money. Next money.

The academy is called Shixi Academy, and it is the only academy within a radius of dozens of miles. People who want to study in nearby villages and towns will be sent to this academy to study.

Zhao Asan took Zhao Xuanqi to the academy master.

The master frowned and stared at the two people in embarrassment in front of him. They were all patched up and looked like they were from a poor family. Finally, he focused his eyes on the young man and couldn't help but ask: "Are you sure he is already 16 years old? He doesn't even have the most basic knowledge." Isn’t enlightenment complete yet?”

Zhao Asan touched his head and replied honestly: "I watched Ye Cao grow up. He must be 16 years old. He can't be wrong."

The master emphasized with a dark look on his face: "My point is, he is already so old, but he has not even completed the most basic enlightenment. Are you sure you want to send him to the academy?"

"Yes..." The strong man was a little embarrassed at this moment. Even though his height and size completely overwhelmed the thin wife in front of him, he lowered his head consciously.

Only then did I understand that the Master did not like Weeda, thinking that Weeda was too old and it was too late to study.

Zhao Asan tried his best to retort: ​​"It's not a problem to be old. Weed Cao is very smart. He will definitely be able to read and pass the exam!"

The Master shook his head. He had seen too many such poor families over the years. He hoped that the children at home could be admitted to the imperial examination, but how could it be so easy to obtain the imperial examination?

I don’t know how many poor families spend a lot of money to let their children study. As a result, not only the books are not read, but the money spent has no effect at all, and even survival becomes difficult!
The child in front of me is 16 years old, has never even read a book, and has never touched paper and pen a few times. How can he compare to a wealthy family who has been reading and practicing calligraphy since he was a child?

Those rich people have written more words than you have ever seen in your life, so why should you compare with them?
Why?Just because you are poor?

His tone became very unkind, and he waved his hand and began to chase people away: "Go, go, leave quickly. Reading is not as simple as you think. In addition to the most basic pen, ink, paper and inkstone, you have to study hard for at least several years. If you have the ability to take scientific examinations, you will consume a lot of resources every day in the past few years. Once you fail to pass the examination for more than ten years, it will be a bottomless pit. No matter how much money you throw in, it will not make any difference. It is not like you at all. A place for poor people!"

Zhao Asan looked at the master's attitude of chasing people away, and was furious for a moment. He felt that the master looked down on people: "My weeds are definitely talented, how can you look down on people like that? He is different from other people!"

Zhao Xuanqi grabbed Zhao Asan. This man didn't understand the master's painstaking efforts, but he was different.

Although his body is only 16 years old, there is an extremely mature soul in his body, and he is very sophisticated about people and the world.

The Master may seem mean and vicious, but he has good intentions. He doesn't want those poor families to waste their time on such luxurious things as studying.

Studying is not something that poor people should do at all. It is something that only rich children can do.

A poor family like his has difficulty finding food and clothing. If only one person out of 1 is admitted to the imperial examination, he can burn incense.

In the eyes of the Master, he was too old, and I was afraid that even a sow climbing a tree would have a higher chance of becoming a scholar than he did.The master's persuasion was not intended to be scolding, but more based on reality. He was considered a good master for the sake of poor people like him.

Zhao Xuanqi understood this truth clearly, so he didn't hate the Master at all.

The master couldn't persuade the man, so he turned his attention to Zhao Xuanqi, who was holding the man.

He felt that this young man had smart eyes and should know how to be considerate of his family. He should also know that it is too late to start studying at such an old age and should not force his elders to let him study.

That's right, he could tell from the man's reaction that it was completely because the teenager wanted to study, so the parents were making such nonsense. As long as the child voluntarily gave up studying, that would be enough.

The master sat up straight, stared at the young man, and earnestly persuaded: "You are already so old, it is too late to study. You even have tattered clothes. Are you sure you want to study? Don't you think about your family? ? Are you insisting on this illusory study regardless of the life and death of your family? "

Zhao Xuanqi knew his abilities and what he should do. He answered with certainty from beginning to end: "I must study!"

The master was furious. He didn't expect this child to be so unreasonable. He no longer had any patience. He said angrily: "Rotten wood cannot be carved!"

In the end, the master could only admit Zhao Xuanqi to the academy. He was responsible for the admissions work of the academy and had no right to refuse students.

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"I finally sent you to your academy. These pens, inks and papers are very expensive. It takes a big bag of heavy copper coins to exchange for such a small amount..."

Zhao Asan complained heartbrokenly.

He was afraid that Zhao Xuanqi would think too much about it, so he changed his words: "Don't be afraid, no matter how expensive it is, if the clan has decided to send you to study, we will definitely support it fully. We will find ways to buy you the things you should have for studying!"

The man beat his chest loudly.

"Thank you everyone." Zhao Xuanqi was extremely grateful.

He looked up and felt that the figure of the tall man holding pen, ink, paper and inkstone was not as strong and fearless as he imagined. Instead, he was weighed down by the thin paper and pen, making him look a little rickety and thin, so he was even more eager to study and stand out.

Next, the two spent a lot of time going back and forth before moving all the things that Zhao Xuanqi would use in his daily life into the academy dormitory.

Most students at Stony Brook Academy can only live in dormitories, with eight people per room, which is convenient for serious study and management. If you want to leave the academy, you must obtain approval.

After all the scattered things were properly placed, Zhao Asan asked Zhao Xuanqi to take care of himself before leaving the academy.

Looking at the man walking away, Zhao Xuanqi understood that today he would start living alone, and he would have to rely on himself for everything in the academy.

He returned to the dormitory. At this time, a young man had returned from the dormitory. The tall and thin young man was wearing a scholar's robe and had a rather bookish air.

(End of this chapter)