Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6922 Apprenticeship
Beijing.

In the quaint room, the furnishings are very simple.

A few simple bronze wares, a few hanging calligraphy and paintings, and an incense burner on a table.

The four treasures of the study are placed in different categories, as well as a few futons on the ground.

That's what the whole house is about.

"This house is very low-key. Speaking of it, it is quite old, at least more than 100 years old. Why isn't there any good stuff?"

Luo Xingchen glanced at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

Not to mention those landscape paintings, even the portraits of Confucian saints hanging in the middle were all painted by Mr. Yuelu Zhang Taiyue himself, and it seems that they were painted recently.

Although Mr. Yuelu's calligraphy and painting can be worth a lot of money, compared with the century-old house, it is too new.

"In the past, there were a lot of good things. The deans of the academy in the past have collected them, and many of them are hidden in this room."

Ziyan knelt on the futon, looked at Luo Xingchen beside her and said.

"Where's the collection? Where did it go?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"In recent years, the situation of Bailudong Academy is not good. Most of the collections were sold by the former dean..." Ziyan said.

This sentence happened to be heard by the middle-aged man who stepped into the door.

His cheeks couldn't help but get hot, red up to the ears.

This matter... is indeed a bit embarrassing for Bailudong Academy.

"Mr. Yuelu, we meet again." Ziyan turned her head and smiled when she saw the middle-aged man coming in.

From this, Luo Xingchen took a look at Mr. Yuelu.

The black hair is mixed with a lot of white hair. Although she is over 50 years old, she is well maintained and does not look old, but rather elegant.

"Master Zi, is this Mr. Luo?"

In order to alleviate the embarrassment, Mr. Yuelu coughed lightly, and brought the topic to Luo Xingchen.

"Yes, Mr. Yuelu, this is Mr. Luo, I came as agreed." Ziyan said.

Mr. Yuelu coughed again, looked at Luo Xingchen and nodded, "He really is a good-looking talent."

Luo Xingchen didn't speak, he was a little uncomfortable with the business nonsense of Mr. Yuelu and Ziyan.

The original image of Confucianism and new learning as a high-level person in my mind has been shattered.

"Have you decided? Mr. Luo..." Mr. Yuelu stared at Luo Xingchen and said.

Luo Xingchen didn't answer right away, but he was keenly aware of one thing.

"Mr. Yuelu, are your eyes not working well?" Luo Xingchen asked suddenly.

Mr. Yuelu was stunned for a moment, Luo Xingchen's words obviously exceeded his expectations.

He didn't dodge, but nodded frankly and said: "Yes, in recent years, my eyesight has become more and more difficult for me, people who are farther away can't see clearly."

This incident has troubled him for several years, but he has been disguised so well that he has hardly been discovered.

"It's just that Mr. Luo will always know? I've never told anyone else." Mr. Yuelu asked suspiciously.

"There is a problem with the eyes. The constriction of the pupils is very different from normal people. I can see it." Luo Xingchen said.

"So that's it, Mr. Luo is really extraordinary." Mr. Yuelu sighed.

"Mr. Yuelu, I have decided to be a teacher." After Luo Xingchen finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Ziyan who was at the side.

Since it was Ziyan who brought him here to apprentice, the gifts that the apprentice needs to prepare are not something he has to consider.

"All ceremonies are kept simple, and the dignity of the teacher is in the heart, not in the superficial ceremony." As if realizing what Luo Xingchen was worried about, Mr. Yuelu smiled and said.

Afterwards, at the request of Mr. Yuelu, Luo Xingchen kowtowed, and then offered incense to the saint's censer, and the apprentice ceremony was considered complete.

"Xingchen, this is my book for my teacher. I know you don't have time to concentrate on your studies in the academy. All the books you need to study are here."

Mr. Yuelu took out all the books he had prepared a long time ago.

There are not many books in general, only about ten or so books. Luo Xingchen flipped through them a little and found that many books were handwritten by Mr. Yuelu himself.

This is a very precious copy.

"Sir, are there any backups of these books?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"No, all of them are my usual manuscripts." Mr. Yuelu shook his head.

"Sir, such a precious manuscript is easy to get lost without a backup. After I go back, my disciple, I will print the book and keep it." Luo Xingchen said.

A surprise flashed in Mr. Yuelu's eyes.

It is not difficult to publish it, but no one is willing to print it for him.

Unexpectedly, Luo Xingchen dared to...

However, when he thought about it for a moment, he felt that it was nothing. You know, if Luo Xingchen dared to worship him as his teacher, he was already taking a huge risk.

This is an act of confrontation with the princes who were born in Tangling Academy in the court. If you have no courage, ordinary people will definitely not dare to do it.

Since he had thought about it in advance, he must have already considered taking over this karma.

"Yes." Mr. Yuelu lost his mind for a moment, then nodded quickly.

"I still have important things to do, so I'm leaving. When I have time, I will come to ask the teacher about my homework."

Luo Xingchen cupped his hands in salute.

……

After leaving the academy, the sky was already bright, and three or two students in the academy had already woken up to study.

It's just that the number of these students is too small, which is really pitiful.

"Sir is very poor, I think his clothes are worn out." Luo Xingchen sighed.

"How are you going?"

"I'm going to buy something for my husband and send someone over there."

"No need, I have already sent someone to do it in your name." Zi Yan said.

Luo Xingchen remembered that with Ziyan by his side, there was no need for him to come forward for these small details.

However, a wise man is bound to make mistakes, and he doesn't think that Zi Yan can do everything perfectly.

"Sister Ziyan, look, I'm in quite a lot of trouble this time. In a few days, I'll let British Duke Zhao Shang invite Confucian students to a party, and I've screwed myself over." Luo Xingchen smiled wryly.

"Isn't this our purpose? The gathering of Confucian students is the day you make your name. You have to severely suppress those students of Dongling Academy and let them see who is the real pride of heaven." Zi Yan The corner of his lips raised.

"They discriminate scriptures, what can I do?"

Luo Xingchen is well aware that his family is flawed in the meaning of the scriptures. After all, he has not studied for a long time. Many of the interpretations of the scriptures and meanings in the Four Books and Five Classics are time-consuming and require a lot of time to practice and memorize.

These years, he has been busy building and training the navy, and then he went to the grassland to lead a plan on the grassland. How could he have the time to study his homework.

The relevant knowledge of scriptures has long been forgotten.

"Didn't Mr. Yuelu already give you a set of scriptures? After you study for a few days, I believe you will be able to regain your previous feelings." Zi Yan smiled.

(End of this chapter)