Zhurou

Chapter 169 The Professor
Zhao Mingzhi was sitting in the carriage, although she was separated by a wooden board, she had sharp eyes and ears, and could easily catch the conversation between the two outside.

She knew that Pei Yong had a difficult childhood, but when he heard him mention the past, he didn't complain, and he didn't talk about the details. Until today, he mentioned it a little bit by chance, although it was just a brief statement, and it was straightforward, it was already heart-wrenching.

A true hero never needs pity from others, and all suffering will become the cornerstone of ascent.

Only Zhao Mingzhi still felt uncomfortable.

Until the carriage drove all the way forward, she was still thinking about what Pei Yong said just now - when she was a child, she copied by hand in front of other people's graves for learning and writing, and in the cold winter months, she went to carry firewood and water to her husband's house against the north wind. Wash and cook.

For another person, with such a background and such experience, I am afraid that he would not think too much about it. After all, as long as his ancestors have been accustomed to farming for generations, he can survive.

Even if he doesn't work in agriculture, and his mother remarries later, he can still take over his stepfather's business, pick up goods and sell them in various houses.

Although these two paths are hard, they are much easier than the one he walked out by himself.

Based on his own ability, no matter whether he is a farmer or a merchant, he can be the one who collects the most grain and the fastest money, and his life will only be good, not bad.

But it was undoubtedly a great loss to many people in Jingzhao Mansion, and even to Zhao Mingzhi himself, and to the precarious and trembling court fleeing south.

The carriage is still running, the wheels are rolling, and the horses are neighing faintly. The spring is warm and the wind is light. The curtains of the carriage are half drawn, covering most of the light outside, and the interior of the carriage is half dim and half bright.

Zhao Mingzhi was thinking about something in his heart, and when he was almost done thinking about it, he came back to his senses, only to find that the surroundings had been quiet for a long time, and when he looked up, several palace people were so tired that they were dozing in a corner, and Mu Xiang was also asleep with his eyes closed.

Woke up early in the morning, worked in the fields again, and then went to the refugee camp, and couldn't stop for a moment. It can be said that these palace people are not hardworking. Stepping, the sound is regular, step by step.

Suddenly, she had a thought, and leaned closer to the window again, half-holding the curtain with her hand, and pushed her head out.

The light outside was bright, the sun was in the middle of the sky, and the sun was even brighter. Just a few steps away, a tall horse was flicking its tail and moving forward. Immediately, the person felt it, and immediately turned his head to look. It was indeed Pei Yong.

He met Zhao Mingzhi's eyes, and without her talking, he stepped slightly, without even reining in the rein, the horse turned its head slightly, and saw Zhao Mingzhi with its big black eyes, it was as if it had been born with spiritual wisdom, and it remained calm. After coming over, even the frequency of the horse's hooves was almost the same as before.

The two of them got very close at once.

The horse was originally taller than ordinary horses, and Pei Yong also had broad shoulders and long legs, riding on the horse, even if he was on a par with the princess guard of honor, he still seemed tall and short.

Zhao Mingzhi looked out from the car window, first he saw his hands holding the reins, calloused, and the place where he exerted his strength was strangled dry and white. I don't know if he was soaked in water for too long in the field today and was blown by the wind. Half a day, even slightly chapped.

There is always balm in the carriage, and Zhao Mingzhi wiped it on when he first got into the carriage. At this time, he turned around and took the porcelain cup from the corner cabinet. After thinking about it, he simply pulled out the handkerchief from his sleeve, and dipped a ball of balm on the handkerchief.

From the corner of her eye, she saw that the imperial guards on the left and right were still far away, and the Western Army who came to defend them also took their positions. She also spoke casually, calling "Second Brother" in her mouth, and sent the handkerchief out along with it.

Pei Yong stretched out his hand to take it, but felt his palms were oily. He looked down and saw that there was a mass of wet spots on the handkerchief. When he turned his head again, he saw Zhao Mingzhi gesticulating towards him, and then made a gesture of smearing his palm with the handkerchief.

Whether it's running darts or joining the army, in the past many years, he has never used such a thing, and he has always found it troublesome.

Only this time it was Zhao Mingzhi who handed it over in person. Seeing that smiling face with crooked eyes like crescent moons, he laughed so hard that his heart softened. He put his hand on the reins and let the horse run slowly. It is to push and wipe away the balm on the handkerchief.

Zhao Mingzhi leaned half-body on the car window, leaning on the window with one hand and propping his chin. He had nothing to do, and it was rare for him to let his mind go. He didn't think too much about the same thing, and just looked at the second brother Pei in front of him wiping his hands with balm.

"Here..." She looked at it, then suddenly freed her hand, pointed to a place on the palm of Pei Yong's left hand and asked, "Why does your hand seem to be injured?"

Pei Yong lowered his head to look, shook his head first, then simply stretched out the palm, and showed Zhao Mingzhi whether it was far or near, and replied: "I was bitten by someone many years ago, and it has already healed."

Zhao Mingzhi couldn't help frowning, and asked, "Who bit it?"

The light was sufficient and the distance was not far away, so she could see very clearly.

Although it has healed long ago, the wound from many years ago is still so obvious, it is obvious that the one who slammed the mouth was ruthless.

"Back when I went to the northwest to collect the corpses of my family, I was arrested halfway. In fact, I was not very old and my personality was stubborn. I thought that if I couldn't even collect the corpses for my parents and fell to such a state, what would be the use of living in this world."

"Later, my family made a promise to me, saying that although I can't let him go, if I meet a Di person in the future, I can still ask me to rob and kill him. After waiting for a long time, it really came true."

"At that time, I saw that Di Bing was carrying a few heads on his back, as if seeing his parents. I couldn't control myself for a while, and I fought indiscriminately. When I woke up again, for some reason, that hand was between his teeth..."

Speaking of this, Pei Yong paused, looked at Zhao Mingzhi's expression, and said: "Stop talking, it's disgusting."

Zhao Mingzhi was silent for a few breaths, and suddenly said: "Bite your hand like this, I don't know how much blood is bleeding, what kind of pain..."

Pei Yong was startled, his voice became soft, and he said after a while: "Actually, it's not that bad, it just looks like it's hurt badly."

Both of them became quiet, only the sound of horse's hooves and ruts, the sound of the wind ahead, and faint human voices could be heard.

After a long time, Zhao Mingzhi asked: "Thinking about it now, if there were nursing homes and Salesian Villages in every town and county, would Second Brother be able to..."

Pei Yong just smiled, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and held the handkerchief in both hands, turned his head and talked to Zhao Mingzhi as if nothing had happened: "Of course it is useful, Qin and Feng will do it according to this. Designology."

Zhao Mingzhi was deeply surprised, and asked, "The free school—is it possible for people of the right age to enter?"

Pei Yong nodded and said: "In fact, there is no distinction between scholars, farmers, and businessmen. Scholars administer administration, farmers cultivate, craftsmen practice art, and merchants circulate. Everyone performs their duties. One is indispensable, but the general It is also necessary to give people a way to escape, the future generations of those who are not necessarily scholars must become officials, the sons and daughters of farmers can only farm, artisans can only practice their hands, and merchants can only trade goods. With righteous learning, people can have an extra way out."

"If I couldn't read and write back then, I would never have met you that day, let alone today."

Zhao Mingzhi propped his chin, thinking of something, after a few breaths, he called "Second Brother" again.

Pei Yong turned to look at her.

"My younger brother has been very obedient since he was a child. Although he is not the fastest learner, he never loses his temper and has a pure and kind personality..."

She paused for a while, and finally raised her head and asked: "He is young, and he has never treated anything before... Can the second brother teach him? If he learns well, if the whole country is the same as Qin Feng's two roads everywhere, think about it. In the future, children will have a better life—at least better than now."

Pei Yong folded the handkerchiefs in his hands, pinched them in his hands, pondered for a while, and then lowered his eyes and said: "How to teach?"

"Should I teach as a teacher of the Son of Heaven, or as a brother-in-law?" he asked.

(End of this chapter)