Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3428 Fishing Boat Lectures
Yang Ruoqing was caught in the crowd, and heard the conversation between the two clearly, secretly excited in her heart.

She is a vulgar person, so she is not excited to hear such great Confucianism lectures,

In modern times, the last thing she likes to hear is the rhetoric of some bricklayers who make the beasts divorced from reality.

She was excited because Wang Xiucai said in the letter that Chen'er came to Jianye specifically to attend the 'Yuzhou Lecture'.

At first, Yang Ruoqing didn't quite understand what fishing boat lectures were, but now she saw such a big painting boat, and finally realized that Chen'er came to listen to great Confucian scholars giving lectures on such a luxurious and luxurious fishing boat.

Hey, the literati and Confucianists like Daqi are very particular, they talk about learning, and they are so noble.

However, Chen'er's identity should also be very mysterious. Since he was able to go in and listen, it must be due to his special status and an invitation letter.

As for himself, he came here just to see his son.

He lowered his head and took a look at his body, the clothes, and the worn-out temperament of the clothes. Most likely, he would be kicked out as a bastard.

I have to find a way to get in, why not?
His eyes swept across the Emerald River in front of him...

At this time, the large painting boat with carved railings and painted buildings was quietly parked in the middle of the water, but trestle bridges covered with red velvet blankets were built on both sides to reach the two banks.

On both sides of the strait, all kinds of luxurious carriages stopped in long queues, and all the dignitaries, or elegant scholars, got off the carriage surrounded by servants, boarded the trestle bridge, and led to the painting boat.

There were men and women, and the women brought their maidservants.

maid?

Haha, yes!
A smirk flashed across Yang Ruoqing's eyes, and she quietly disappeared into the crowd.

When she appeared again, she had already appeared on the second floor of the painting boat, standing by the mast with carved railings and jade foreheads, looking at the common people on both sides of the bank who came to watch.

Yang Ruoqing raised the corners of her lips proudly, and gave her a hundred praises for her wit.

Following the crowd, she walked to the hall on the second floor of Huafang. On the way up, she heard the people in front talking about it, saying that the cultural banquet was held in the hall on the second floor, and it would start soon.

Yang Ruoqing entered a hall. This hall was really big. The tables, chairs and lighting were elegant and luxurious.

Please forgive Yang Ruoqing for not paying close attention to it, because her focus is on finding her son.

Her gaze didn't even pay attention to whether the men and women sitting under the stage were fat or thin, nor did she look at whether the big Confucians on the stage were tall or short, whether there were handsome guys or pretty girls.

Her gaze swept back and forth in the hall like a searchlight, but she was always trying to find the figure of the child.

After searching for several laps, I did see a lot of children.

There were men and women, and they sat in the guest seats with their parents, staring curiously at the great Confucianists on the stage giving lectures.

The age of the child is either under five years old, or between ten and thirteen years old.

Yang Ruoqing has been paying attention, but she has not found a boy who agrees with her son's age and is similar to the self-portrait of her son.

Just keep looking and looking, the big Confucianists on the stage change one after another, almost every one of them will leave the stage and change another one after playing for half an hour.

Yang Ruoqing didn't even bother to listen to what she was talking about, she was such a vulgar person that she couldn't understand it.

Anyway, I only know that the lectures of those great Confucians should be very exciting, and the thunderous applause is wave after wave.

Yang Ruoqing was a little anxious and irritable.

Did this brat come to Jianye to listen to Yu Zhou's lecture?

Will you temporarily change your mind and go play elsewhere?

After all, the lectures given by these great Confucian scholars are really boring to laymen. Their knowledge and vision are not up to that level, so it is difficult to appreciate the fun in it.

Where is the brat!

Just when Yang Ruoqing was feeling irritable and was thinking about whether to look elsewhere, the lights on the stage changed a few times, and then the curtain slowly opened...

Yang Ruoqing heard gasps from all around, followed by muffled discussions.

"Whose child is that? Why are you so ignorant and ran to the stage to play? The adults don't care about it!"

"That's right, who is invited to this literary banquet today who is not a person with dignity? Letting children run to the stage to play is really uneducated!"

Hearing these whispering voices around her, Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of something and turned around to look up the stage.

At this sight, she was shocked.

Behind the curtain is a large desk, and behind the desk is a grand master's chair.

A young boy was sitting on a chair with a decent appearance, leaning on the back of the chair with one hand, and playing with a brush that hadn't been stained with ink in the other hand, he was looking at the guests below with a smile.

The little black robe was worn on his body, and his temperament was indescribably noble.

The black hair is simply tied up on the top of the head, and it is stabilized with a white jade crown, with a topaz inlaid in the middle of the white jade crown.

Topaz is bright and extravagant, which is extremely rare in jade.

Looking at the child's face, Yang Ruoqing was almost suffocating.

As if through time, I saw Luo Fengtang more than ten years ago...

At this moment, her whole body fell into a short moment of stiffness due to excitement, but the blood in her whole body was racing again, almost boiling.

It was an extremely strange feeling that she couldn't describe in words.

I could only raise my hands to cover my mouth, so as not to cry out with excitement.

At this time, the organizer of the cultural banquet came out to make an introduction. It turned out that Chen'er was also one of the people who were invited to give lectures...

There was another commotion in the audience...

Yang Ruoqing puffed up her chest, proud, her pride made her swell so much that she was about to float.

My son actually came to give lectures!
Omg this is unbelievable!

Her vision was blurred by the tears, and she stared at Chen'er who had already started giving lectures on the front stage without blinking...

Yang Ruoqing was not interested in listening to the lectures of other great Confucians, and found it boring and unable to understand.

Now it was her son's turn, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly found a seat near the front and sat down, like the most devout and serious student, she listened to her son's lecture with her ears up.

I really regret that I forgot to bring a pen and paper to take notes when I got on the boat, hey...

On the stage, the little boy sat there calm and calm, with a calm demeanor.

His pleasant voice explained to everyone there: "Thanks to the invitation of the host of the banquet, let me give you a lecture. Xiao Mou is not talented, so he has the courage to make a fool of himself. What I want to talk about this time is 'calculation 'As soon as I said..."

Calculate?

Yang Ruoqing sat under the stage thinking hard, is it arithmetic?

Listen carefully……

On the stage, Chen'er sat and narrated at first, then stood up after a while, behind him were two people dressed as waiters, carrying a clean white stone in their hands.

Chen'er was talking, writing and drawing on the white stone with the pen and ink in his hand.

This made Yang Ruoqing seem to see a little teacher teaching mathematics to the students there.

Although Yang Ruoqing was somewhat obscure to the theoretical knowledge Chen'er said, but from the low-pitched discussions of the other people around her, she could feel that Chen'er's explanation should be very good.

Yang Ruoqing became even more proud, this is my son!
(End of this chapter)