Qian Yiqun lived in the era of industrialization of education in his previous life. There were legal restrictions in the nine years of enlightenment, and everyone had to read it, which was called compulsory education.

Going to high school and college, it is just a business. Students buy educational resources to find a job in the future. Teachers sell knowledge only as a means of survival. Everything is clearly marked and the same is true.

However, this era is different.

Which master can survive by accepting disciples and preaching? If a disciple is not sincere in asking, why should he teach you? If you talk about the quality of qualifications and revitalizing the sect, how can a rash man who doesn’t even understand respecting his teachers and respecting the Tao without any gratitude and repaying virtue, how can he shoulder heavy responsibilities?

Qian Yiqun thought that there was more of an exchange of interests between himself and the fox, and at best it was just an allies who could rely on each other. In this way, how could the fox be willing to take out the goods in his stomach?

Thinking about it in a different position, it seems that Qian Yiqun has taken advantage of the fox among the person and the fox.

Qian Yiqun bowed to Yang Ai with his fists and said, "Thank you for your enlightenment. I have been biased over the years."

"Why is the young master so polite?" Yang Ai said humble and felt sweet. She was sold to the home yard at a young age. Although she learned swordsmanship inside, she was a brothel woman after all. She was sent to the high-ranking and romantic young masters, or secret techniques cultivators with high eyes. No one has ever respected her as much as Qian Yiqun.

In Yang Ai's heart: Qian Yiqun is very capable and has no temper, and respects her very much. He is really a rare good person. He always has to do his best whenever he can help.

Qian Yiqun found his crux and thought: I really gained a lot this time. Learning the little ** technique to cast a spell is secondly. Being able to see Ku Chen and Gao Ren’s battle is a wealth of life. His vision has finally broadened and he will not be like a frog in a well. If Gao Ren hadn’t caught him that day, I’m afraid that the role of Li Yanhong’s wife would have been astonished.

Suddenly, Qian Yiqun had the idea of ​​going home quickly. Although life here is very leisurely and there are people serving him earnestly, his most important task is to settle down the family and then embark on the road of seeking immortals and seeking Taoism.

Especially for a master like Gao Ren who actually had the idea of ​​changing the emperor, which was too dangerous. In fact, half of the reason why the Han Dynasty was ravaged by the iron hoof of the Jin Captain should be attributed to Li Zicheng.

Thinking of such a heavy problem, Qian Yiqun couldn't help but frown tightly.

Seeing Qian Yiqun becoming serious, Yang Ai didn't dare to say anything. She rowed a boat and followed Xu Fo's fleet and returned to the village outside the courtyard.

Zhou Zhengqing, Wen Yun and the two stood at the dock waiting for Qian Yiqun to return, saying some compliments with their faces. Qian Yiqun was calm at this time, and his face was perfunctory and had no regard for it.

Zhou and Wen, the rich and wealthy families, can of course pursue metaphysical things and even use secret techniques as knowledge, but Qian Yiqun is a pragmatist and is incompatible with them from the root.

"Two brothers, Mama Xu," Qian Yiqun said, "I've been bothering me for many days, and it's time to go back to perform my duties today."

Zhou Zhengqing grabbed Qian Yiqun's arm and said, "You are really. Why do you want to be a jailer with this ability? Why not quit your job, take off your home, travel under the forest, make friends, and live in a clear and empty place. Wouldn't that be great?"

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: How do you understand the life of the people? Is this quota for the official service of the ritual system so easy to do? How many people can't sleep if they think about it.

"Brother Wude, in your opinion, why did I work in this cheap man? " Qian Yiqun asked back.

Zhou Zhengqing thought to himself: Isn’t it for the little work-and-food silver? Is there something else?

"Yiqun was born and raised here. Since he had no choice from his own background, he should do more things that are beneficial to his hometown in the best of his ability." Qian Yiqun said with a righteous spirit, "You only think that arresting a prisoner is a lowly servant who makes a living, but I think it is an opportunity to serve the elders of Wuzhong."

The three of them were shocked when they heard this and said to themselves: Such ambition is indeed a disciple of a master's seclusion.

"The way of a saint is nothing more than the word "loyalty and forgiveness". Jiuyi can be said to have obtained the word "loyalty" Samadhi." Wen Yunhe praised.

"It's true that I underestimated Jiuyi." Zhou Zhengqing smiled, "But no matter how anxious you are to serve the elders of your hometown, you have to leave tomorrow."

Xu Fo smiled and said, "I want to give away Mr. Feng today. If you leave today, it will be a bit ugly."

"Is Mr. Feng going back?" Qian Yiqun thought to himself: This old man has a taste of cooked food. I haven't heard of his name for so many days.

"That's right, Mr. Feng had taught Dantu County to teach him the county, and now the county school is urging him to take office." Zhou Zhengqing said, "Since the resumption of society has been disrupted, Mr. Feng also plans to take office as soon as possible to avoid Shangguan's displeasure."

In the Ming Dynasty, there was a professor and four mentoring in the prefecture school; there was a Xuezheng in the prefecture school and three mentoring; there was a teacher and two mentoring in the county school. Professors, Xuezheng and teacher are all the top leaders responsible for teaching students, and the coach is the second-in-command to assist them. It is equivalent to the deputy director of the county education bureau in later generations, and it is also a noble position.

Qian Yiqun knew that the county tutor should have the eighth rank official status. Mr. Feng seemed to be a poor old scholar, but he didn't expect to be an official.

However... Dantu County's teaching... in the third year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty...

Qian Yiqun's heart suddenly moved and asked, "I have been together for many days, but I haven't asked Feng Xun's name for him. Don't accidentally bump into him."

Zhou Zhengqing smiled and patted Qian Yiqun's arm: "Old Feng is called the master of Mo Hanzhai, his name is Shang Meng Xia Long, and his name is Youlong. You should have heard of it."

Feng Menglong!

The old man's works are all the most widely passed down today are "Yu Shimingyan"), "Jingshi Tongyan" and "Awakening the Shi Hengyan", collectively known as Sanyan. At the same time, it further defines legends, revises lyrics, and makes claims on folk art performances, making many repertoire more suitable for Kunqu opera interpretation, which directly affects the birth of Kunqu opera.

In addition, Feng Menglong also proofreaded and engraved the "Complete Biography of Water Margin", reviewed the "Ancient and Modern Tan Gai", "Taiping Guangji Chao", "Think Tan", "Love History", "Taixia New Song", etc., and has more than ten kinds of jokes, political papers, etc.

He also wrote the book "The Lin Jing points to the Moon" which studies "Spring and Autumn".

...

Such a novelist, operaist, musician, classicist, and historian... Which liberal arts student can get around it?

"Well!" Qian Yiqun couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring and said, "No wonder Mr. Feng calls himself Shiyantang. It turns out to be Feng Sanyan, a native of Guqu San!"

"Old Feng said that your words "I've lost all the thinness of the lanterns and flowers for another night" are not inferior to Yan Xiaoshan. I have long regarded you as a friend who forgot about age. Who knew that you never knew that he was a big figure. It's really interesting!" Zhou Zhengqing laughed.

"If this is the case, I have to bother Xu's mother for one night." Qian Yiqun smiled at Xu Fo.

Xu Fojiao smiled and replied, "I dare not invite you. Thanks to Mr. Feng's reputation, otherwise we would not be able to keep the honorable guest, Mr. Gongzi, when we return to our home yard."

Qian Yiqun waved his hands repeatedly and said that he didn't dare to take it.

Yang Ai followed behind, covering her heart with her hands, and there was only a thumping sound of heartbeat in her mind.

——It turns out that ‘Who has translated the Desolate Song of Yuefu’ was written by him!

When Yang Ai looked at Qian Yiqun again, she wanted to pull him to a secluded place and interrogate him happily. She actually sang his lyrics in front of him, but she still didn't realize it... She was so shameless no matter how she thought about it!

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Chapter completed!