Early the next morning, Xu Ping was called up by Xiuxiu.

After yawning out of the room, she saw Xiuxiu's eyes red, and asked her: "Didn't sleep well last night? Are you not used to living here?"

Xiuxiu lowered her head and didn't say anything.

She was still a child, and suddenly she left her parents and family. It would be strange if she could eat and sleep soundly. Last night, Xu Ping asked her to cook the sheep bones. She didn't know what to cook, so she didn't dare to sleep well. She got up from time to time to look at the fire, for fear that it would make Xu Ping complain.

Xu Ping didn't ask again, why should the little girl guess her thoughts? Time can soothe everything.

Xiuxiu was just waiting for the washing, and Xu Ping came to the kitchen with a big bowl. Xiuxiu followed behind, feeling ups and downs, not knowing whether what he did was in line with Xu Ping's wishes.

Uncovered the lid of the pot and Xu Ping took a deep breath: "It smells so good!"

Unfortunately, Xiuxiu added too little water and could not serve a few bowls of soup. She picked up the scoop and filled it with her bowl, turned around and said to Xiuxiu, "Get your bowl."

Xiuxiu felt relieved and said timidly: "Official, I'll do this kind of thing."

Xu Ping filled her bowl with soup and said with a smile: "How old are you? You can't be much taller than this pot. I'll do this kind of thing."

The coriander and chopped green onions I ate yesterday were still left. Xu Ping picked it up and added it to the bowls of the two of them, and then frowned and added a few salt particles. Speaking of which, he was also a small landlord, and he still ate this large coarse salt. If you have time, filter it and make fine salt.

After cleaning up, I said to Xiuxiu: "Didn't the cooked mutton left yesterday? You can cut a few slices and put them in the soup to taste better."

Xiuxiu cut the mutton and wanted to put it all into Xu Ping's bowl. Xu Ping said: "This is the taste of eating. Drinking soup, you can put more in the bowl."

The two of them returned to the hall with bowls. Xu Ping took a sip and couldn't help but say, "If there were two more sesame cakes, this life would be perfect."

Xiuxiu whispered: "Officiale, there are no cakes in the kitchen."

Xu Ping waved his hand: "I'll just say it, forget it if it doesn't."

I took another sip and remembered that it would be better to add some chili to the soup. I looked at Xiuxiu on the opposite side and looked up at herself from time to time, but I didn't say it again. Tomorrow, it would be hard to make this little girl go around and pick chili outside, so I won't let the rice eat Ansheng.

Xiuxiu felt a little sweet, and the fear of coming to the Xu family became much less jealous. At least one thing the dental lady didn't lie to her. This family can indeed eat meat often.

After dinner, Xiuxiu packed up and said to Xu Ping: "Official, Mrs. Lin said that you will start school today, so I will ask you to get up early. You can pack up and go."

Xu Ping nodded silently. He didn't want to go to school. He had been studying for 10 or 20 years in his previous life, but when it came to the Four Books and Five Classics, he was a layman, which was quite embarrassing. His three views had already taken shape. He would be resistant to the fact that an old scholar who was studying hard to tell him about the Confucian style of the monarch and ministers and fathers.

I have no patience. I want to live well in this world and make everyone feel at ease. I still have to do it. After I cleaned up, I slowly left my yard.

In the yard, the farmers gathered together in groups of three or three and squatted on the ground to eat. They were well-behaved and boiled the sheep yesterday and ate it deliciously with steamed buns.

When they saw Xu Ping coming out, they saluted him. His unintentional actions yesterday actually bribed a lot of people's hearts, and I don't know what Grandma Hong was thinking.

The book hall was next to him. When he came in, he found that Lin Wensi had not arrived yet. After sitting for a while, he became bored. He looked at the table and put a few books on it. It was nothing more than Mencius of the Analects of Confucius, Chunqiu of Zhou Yi, and Book of Songs. He picked it up and looked at it twice. He wanted to doze off after just two pages.

Just as Xu Ping was restless, Lin Wensi walked in.

Xu Ping hurriedly stood up and saluted, saying, "The teacher has been exhausted all the way and did not pay you a favor yesterday. I hope to forgive me."

Lin Wensi waved his hand: "You can do it for yourself."

When he sat down, Xu Ping saw that Lin Wensi had nothing but a few books on the table. He felt a little disgusted and said, "Teacher sits a little, I'll go and ask Xiuxiu to order tea."

Lin Wensi said: "We are not outsiders, so these false rituals are exempted, and the coursework is important."

Then he picked up the book and took the exam for what Xu Ping had taught before.

Xu Ping could not answer it. The previous playboy couldn't listen to a word. He went into his left ear and right ear as if it was blown out. He remembered less than Xu Ping.

After asking a few questions, Xu Ping answered the question. Lin Wensi closed the book and sighed: "Son-in-law, have you really not intend to do anything in your life? It is better not to participate in the imperial examinations and read more virtuous books. Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing to sit with others and not be able to speak?"

Xu Ping was stunned for a while. What is talent in this era? Talents are the ones who are officials! But his knowledge is nothing to do with this, and he feels a little depressed and dissatisfied.

He replied embarrassedly: "Maybe the student is still young, and he might be able to get good at it in a few years."

Lin Wensi nodded: "That's right. You have improved a lot in the past two days than before. As expected, you have to experience more worldly things to be sensible. Well, I will teach you as usual. You should study hard and leave your destiny to fate."

So he picked up "Mencius" and explained it while explaining it, regardless of whether Xu Ping could listen.

Xu Ping only felt his ears buzzing, and he couldn't listen to a word. He felt that he had been studying for so many years, and he didn't understand the truth than this poor scholar. But he still had to sit here obediently and listen to his scolding, and looked as if he looked down on himself.

Inexplicably, I remembered a poem from Jin Yong's novel I read in my previous life and blurted out: "When did the beggar have two wives? Many chickens were born in the neighbor's house? There was a Zhou emperor at that time, so why did they say Wei Qi?"

After hearing this, Lin Wensi turned his head suddenly to look at him. After a while, he put the book on the table and sighed: "If you were not my son-in-law, I would have driven you out! What is the matter when reading the books of sages? Knowing the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period, being righteous in the future, rectifying one's mind and self-cultivation, and being magnificent in heaven and earth! If you don't want to read, you will naturally not read it. Why learn such shrews' words like scolding! Don't talk about the Emperor of Zhou, the State of Song is still a guest. Do all the wise men want to talk about Zhou or Song? The way of heaven is normal, and not for Yao, nor for Jie. Scholars respect the way of heaven and earth, and they will understand human ethics again. Forget it, think about it carefully these days, and then class will start after Tianchen Festival!"

Seeing Lin Wensi slamming the door and leaving, Xu Ping was stunned. The style of painting was a bit wrong. According to the novel, even the top scholar in Dali Country was speechless by Huang Rong. Why did a failed candidate so disdain these words? He shouldn't discuss it with himself, and then suddenly realized that the books of sages he had read before were bullshit, and then he looked at him with admiration?

But I gradually realized that many of the strange stories about scholars who I read in my previous life were about cynical frustrated literati, and I am afraid that it is not the mainstream in this world. This kind of nonsense is just a nonsense, and normal scholars will not communicate with you. The purpose of reading is to find the truth. Even if it is nonsense to find the truth in the books of sages, it is just the limitation of the times.

If Xu Ping knew that the protagonist of the real story about this poem was about the same age as his and was trembling in the misty rain Jiangnan, he would not know what to think.

After coming out of the book hall, Xu Ping also felt a little uncomfortable on his face.

When she returned to the courtyard, Xiuxiu saw that his face was not good, she asked carefully: "Official, are you coming back so soon? Are you unhappy in studying?"

Xu Ping said angrily: "Who will be happy to enter the school?"

Xiuxiu was silent for a while and whispered: "I have dreamed of going to school since I was a child, and it's good if only one day is enough! My younger brother is only five years old and helps her father shepherd the sheep. Who doesn't want to read and write? What's the way for a poor family? Officials really don't know how to be blessed."

Xu Ping shook his head: "I understand these principles. People have different positions and different positions, and their views on things are naturally different. They all make sense no matter what they say."

Looking at Xiuxiu, he suddenly said, "Do you want to read and write? I will teach you!"

Xiuxiu was surprised and said aloofly: "This is of course good. But since the official does not want to go to school, how can he teach people?"

Xu Ping thought to himself, your sister, I can't teach you Zi said, "I can't teach you the best, middle, and lower-level people."

He said: "I can't write poetry well, so the sir is naturally unhappy. But what's the difficulty of teaching you a few vulgar words and writing a few sentences of village words? "

Xiuxiu said happily: "That is also the blessing I have cultivated in the past life!"

Xu Ping was worried about the great principles that Lin Wensi said, and said angrily: "Blessing is blessing, how could it be cultivated in the past world? It was just earned by yourself. I teach you, of course it is because you are obedient and sensible. If you are naughty with me every day, you will teach you!"

Xiuxiu didn't care: "Thank you, the official!"

After saying that, he went to the study alone and fiddled with the pen, ink, paper and inkstone inside.

Xu Ping stood alone in the yard, staring blankly, and then he carefully thought about his future, whether to study and participate in the imperial examination in the future, and gain fame.

The conversation with Lin Wensi just now clearly told him that in this era, if you want to study and become an official according to normal procedures, relying on sensationalism is useless and will only backfire. Think about the Sanbian of Liu Yongliu who was famous in later generations. No matter how much the novelist praised him as a well-known talent in the world, he was just a bad example of the imperial examination. However, the geniuses and geniuses who were praised in later generations, and even great thinkers who were famous in history were mostly the same result, and the imperial examination was not good.

Why? It is true that the rulers are jealous of the wise and jealous of the abilities? Wang Anshi, the most outstanding thinker and politician in the Song Dynasty, was able to dominate the world by high school and ruling the world. Although he was criticized by the admirers of his political enemies for thousands of years, the light of his thoughts was there, and the ideological debates he provoked had influenced this nation for thousands of years.

A true hero should come into being and be loved by the world, rather than hiding in the corner and sarcastically rolling his eyes to pretend to be a paranormal. No one is a natural god. If you gain something, you will lose something. If you are full of energy, you will compromise and give in. It depends on how you choose between gains and losses and how you understand it.

When you go to the mountain, you have to sing songs from the mountain. If you want everyone to be drunk with my arrogance and my unique and free and easy life, you naturally have to bear the consequences of this behavior. To put it bluntly, the so-called "I want to set up a archway" is not a disease in every world.

From thoughts to actions, do we really need to fully integrate into this world?

Xu Ping was confused. This choice was too heavy, which made him feel a little panicked.
Chapter completed!