The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 281 Mr. An

"Who are you?" Su Xiazhi, who knew the other party's identity, still chose to pretend to be stupid when no one introduced him. Moreover, An Huaiyuan had been an official for most of his life, and in the end he held a high position. He was once the teacher of the eleventh prince A high-ranking person like them has long unconsciously carried official authority on him. It is the intimidating temperament he has cultivated through many years of ups and downs in the officialdom, and it is difficult to conceal.

"Hehe!" An Huaiyuan chuckled lightly, thinking: The old scholar has already said that your husband is my favorite student, why are you pretending to be stupid...

But he said peacefully: "The old man is at peace Huaiyuan."

"It really is Mr. An!" Su Xiazhi didn't show surprise after An Huaiyuan reported her family name, but the expression on her face at this time was clearly: I guessed right!
The subtext of this sentence is: Afraid of admitting the wrong person, I dare not take the liberty to say hello.

An Huaiyuan has been an official for many years, it is difficult for ordinary people to see the real emotions on his face.

Even if he resigned from office and returned to his hometown now, his nature as an official would not change, so after the servant told Su Xiazhi that that person was An Huaiyuan, she was already on full alert.

About the An family father and son and Xiao Qingmei, Su Xiazhi was a scholar who had asked about it.Min Lansheng deeply knew that his wife's mind was really not broad-minded when it came to matters of men and women, so when talking about An's old background to her, he avoided the important things and said a few words.

I'm afraid that if I say something wrong, I won't be able to get into the lady's hot bed at night...

But these few words also gave Su Xiazhi some understanding: An Huaiyuan is an old fox who knows current affairs!
A person who knows the current affairs can always live a long and safe life, but he is a treacherous fox after all!

From An Huaiyuan's slender figure and slender eyebrows, Su Xiazhi vaguely saw a bit of An Yi's shadow, but An Yi's eyes were bigger, and he looked more like a fox when he squinted his eyes.

Looking at the gentle old man who was so ruthless that he could beat his own son out, Su Xiazhi bowed his eyebrows and bowed very respectfully, and called him: "Mr. An."

An Huaiyuan is now resigning from office and staying at home, only fame and fame are left on him.

Su Xiazhi didn't call him 'Master An' but called him 'Mr. An', which was following Min Lansheng's side, and it was quite standard.

"En." An Huaiyuan twirled his half-white beard and looked at her benevolently, just like an elder looking at a younger generation.

"Lan Sheng hasn't brought you around the academy for so long, the old man only knew about you from the little girl."

An Huaiyuan spoke slowly, with a low and gentle tone, but the meaning in his words clearly contained complaints.

"You are the mentor of my scholar, and you must know the bad temper of a scholar the most." Su Xiazhi said helplessly: "He is the most face-saving person. When I married him, he was already a family. Although he didn't say it, he also Wouldn't go to the master's school in such a desperation, and let you see him live like this, wouldn't it be his sin..."

"I see." An Huaiyuan looked at Su Xiazhi in a serious manner this time, and nodded in his heart: No wonder Min Lansheng fell in love with her, and his words are really impeccable!

"Little friend, didn't you just say that you were going to the school to find the old man? What's the matter?" Seeing that the two of them had nothing to say, Xiucai interrupted.

"It was I who opened a small school and took a few children from the village to study. The teacher who taught gave me a list to prepare the books for the children to learn." Su Xiazhi was in the two elders It seemed extraordinarily respectful to speak in front of the old man.

"Ah? You opened a school?"

"Isn't it Lan Sheng's school?"

The two old men spoke at the same time.

"Is there a difference?" Su Xiazhi said with a smile.

An Huaiyuan stopped talking.

Of course there is a difference. Min Lansheng is now on her way to Beijing for the exam, and the school she says can only be run by herself, a school run by women, how much courage does it take to make it happen?

"Okay, tell me the bibliography, and this old man will go back and prepare. Just for your respectful knowledge, my little friend, I don't want to give away these books for free!" Mr. Xiucai is a bookworm with a free and easy personality, and he values ​​those among his colleagues the most. Man, since that conversation with Su Xiazhi in the study hall, he has long regarded her highly.

He took out the piece of paper written by An Yi from the armband, and was about to hand it to Mr. Xiucai. Su Xiazhi stopped in the middle of the action: "It is a long-term thing to run a school. In the future, I will definitely use books every year. Mr. Xiucai You run the school for food. If I give away books for free every time I come to buy books, I’m afraid the school will not be able to bear it. Let’s talk about it first, as much money as you want, if you look at my small school, you will be so embarrassed Things, you might as well give lectures to the children often, it is their good fortune!"

"Hmm!" The scholar reached out to take the paper in her hand with an appreciative expression on his face, and after opening it, he sent his hand far away to see the writing on it: ""Book of Benevolence and Filial Piety", "Thousand-Character Essay"... good , These books are all ready-made now, since you don’t want to take advantage of this, then according to what you said, after the dolls finish learning the "Thousand Characters", the old man can tell them "The Classic of Benevolence and Filial Piety."

Su Xiazhi immediately pulled up his clothes and saluted, and said: "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. The teacher's teaching and guidance to the students is something that can benefit him for life. Since Mr. Xiucai promised to teach the children in the future, I will first Thank you for the kids!"

A few words were very useful to Mr. Xiucai, he waved his hands and sighed: "Only based on the knowledge of these words, how many men are already going to look up to you!"

Deng Heng and Su Xiazhi even talked and gestured, the paper in their hands was flapping in front of An Huaiyuan, the few handwriting flashed before his eyes, An Juren couldn't help frowning.

"Show me." Without any explanation, he took the piece of paper from Mr. Xiucai, and the handwriting on it immediately hurt An Huaiyuan's eyes!

"Is this written by the teacher in the school?" He asked disdainfully as he held the paper with the thumb and index finger of his right hand.

"Yes." Su Xiazhi snatched the paper back, folded it slowly and put it in the armhole: "Mr.'s handwriting is not bad."

"Hehe, this word is very loose, I hope he doesn't delay those children!" An Huaiyuan raised his head slightly, looked directly at Su Xiazhi with bright eyes and said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)