Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 12 The fish is eager to take the bait
Since entering the Earl's villa, Butler Zhou has been managing internal and external affairs conscientiously, showing great respect for the old lady, being strict but not unfair to the servants, and making everything run in an orderly manner.

However, the remote and secluded Danzhou Port was not a place where people should stay after all. Whenever Butler Zhou saw Fan Xian, he would naturally think of the instructions he had given him when he left Beijing, and would try his best to prevent him from making any progress.

The result is obvious, he still failed.

Having said that, Butler Zhou did not have too much resentment or complaints, but that slap changed the normal situation, and a distorted and extreme mentality began to grow.

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Fan Xian locked himself in the study the entire afternoon today. The back garden was less lively than usual, and the maids and servants couldn't help but sigh that the young master had grown up too fast.

When Butler Zhou returned home, he had an angry face like a shrew who had been defeated in a street quarrel. He looked at the study from afar, anxiously wondering what tricks were being played on him again.

In fact, I was thinking in my heart how to lure the bastard into the preset trap.

In the study, calming incense was lit. Fan Xian was concentrating on holding the convenient goose feather pen and writing paragraphs of difficult-to-understand text on the rice paper.

When he couldn't continue writing, Fan Xian would put his pen aside, scratch his head with his hands, and try to magnify the memories in his mind and associate them with the contents of his past life.

He is writing a classic that will be passed down through the ages. As a pinnacle of literature, "Dream of Red Mansions" will never be buried in any era.

Speaking of which, it is thanks to Mr.'s bookstore construction that Fan Xian realized that he could dedicate himself to such a great cultural cause as a plagiarist, alas, a porter of history.

After an afternoon, Fan Xian, who was writing and thinking, was surprised to find that he had not even written out a complete chapter. Even though he had read through his memory of his previous life dozens of times, he still could not avoid it.

Sure enough, copying "Dream of the Red Chamber" is much more complicated than plagiarizing the poems and songs of ancient philosophers, and it is a headache.

The cultural differences of the times also forced Fan Xian to make some subtle changes to the content.

The history of this world is undoubtedly similar to that of the previous life in some aspects, but there are also significant differences in many aspects. The temples that are worshipped as gods by the world are the biggest manifestation of the difference.

There are no ideological theories such as Confucianism, Legalism and Taoism that have been passed down for thousands of years, but similarities are inevitable. There is no sign of complete disappearance. If you really think about it, it is more like continuing to exist in a different shell.

This aroused a strong curiosity in Fan Xian, and he wanted to see how these cultures were decorated.

But in this desolate area of ​​Danzhou, apart from the commercial culture passed down from ancient times and the fact that it is suitable for living outside of summer, there is really not much new and profound to explore.

After dinner, the afterglow of the sun hung in the distant sky, and thick dusk enveloped the entire courtyard.

“Are there any cultural venues in Danzhou?”

"Are you asking me?" Lying in the rocking chair, Fei Jie closed his eyes slightly and spoke incoherently.

If Danzhou was not located further south, it would have attracted many princes and nobles in Beijing to build holiday estates here.

"Forget it, I'd better go ask the gentleman." Fan Xian lay in another rocking chair, thinking with his face tilted.

"Ask him? That kid has only been here for a while, it's strange that he can answer."

Fei Jie thought about it and said with a wicked smile: "Of course, compared to the fifth master who never leaves the house and cuts radishes all day, he must know more."

Seeing that Fan Xian was still frowning, Fei Jie sighed and said, "You are still young. You will see it when you go to Kyoto in the future. Kyoto is vast and has a lot of resources. There are brothels, clubs, restaurants and theaters everywhere."

"Teacher, these are not the cultural venues I'm talking about!" Fan Xian was angry. It seemed that they were not on the same wavelength after talking for a long time.

"Of course not. People with intellectual talents like to go to these places. The teacher knows much more than you do." Fei Jie taught him, "You are still young and don't learn well. You just think about these things."

Fan Xian said with a bitter face: "Is it possible that the cultural place the students are talking about is a solemn and dignified place?" Fei Jie was about to speak when he heard it, and looked over with an extremely proud attitude: "The Supervisory Council!"

"You boy, so that's the idea. Study hard and I will reserve three hosting positions for you in the future."

Fan Xian felt like crying but had no tears. In his opinion, the Supervisory Council was similar to the ancient factories that were subject to the imperial power. It was just a knife that could kill people indiscriminately. He really had no interest in it.

"Teacher, what I actually want to ask is about sacred places like temples." Fan Xian said helplessly.

"So that's what it means."

Fei Jie finally understood and shook his head: "Then the teacher doesn't know."

Fan Xian couldn't help but wail: "Ah, teacher, we have been talking nonsense."

Fei Jie said disapprovingly: "Just talk nonsense, isn't that how you chat? Just talk nonsense and that's it."

"Master, I know the local steward you are talking about."

Just when Fan Xian was feeling distressed, Steward Zhou appeared like a wandering ghost, smiling shyly.

Fan Xian almost laughed when he saw his submissive look. When did Butler Zhou become so servile?

"Master, there is actually a temple deep in Fulu Street, in the southern part of Danzhou Port. It has fallen into disrepair over time and is in a state of disrepair. If you have any ideas, you can go and take a look."

Since Fan Xian was lying horizontally on the rocking chair, Steward Zhou had to half-squat down, and his grey robe fell to the ground. The scene was extremely funny.

Fan Xian said nothing, but stared at him with a half-smile.

Butler Zhou was terrified and trembled, saying, "Master, you are right. I am just a servant. I should never show off in front of you and act beyond my level. I beg you to forgive me."

"So it was about this matter." Fan Xian said softly, "It's over."

Butler Zhou licked his face and said, "Young Master is very generous, but I have another request, that is, Young Master, can you please stop smiling at me in the future... Let me go."

Fan Xian chuckled and said, "Okay, I'll let you go."

Butler Zhou let out a sigh and retreated respectfully.

Fan Xian looked at the figure from afar, frowning in thought.

Fei Jie stood up from his rocking chair: "It looks like he has bad intentions. I'll go check what's going on for you."

Fan Xian thought about it, and pulled Fei Jie who was about to leave: "No, we will follow his wishes."

"Are you really going tomorrow? Then the teacher will go with you. With me here, there won't be any trouble."

Fan Xian lowered his voice and said, "Teacher, it's better not to go. Although Steward Zhou doesn't know your identity, he must be a little afraid of you. If you go, it will be difficult to catch fish."

Fei Jie nodded in agreement: "You want me to stay in the yard to cover the view, but this is risking your life, no."

Fan Xian chuckled and said, "Teacher, have you forgotten? We still have Uncle Wu Zhu in the dark."

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(End of this chapter)