Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 47 Hugh Mu

  While walking towards the school, Zhu Pingan was thinking about one thing besides thinking that the purple air of the black-bellied little **** is so unscientific. This is the third time I have seen luck, which is enough to prove that I am not hallucinating. Is there anything in common when I see luck three times?

  The first time was when eating at home, the second time was when worshiping the ancestors, and the third time was when the little girl who just wanted to teach the poisonous tongue a lesson, the three times have nothing in common at all. And the interval between these three days is completely irregular. Zhu Pingan shook his head, sighed, no, they have something in common, Zhu Pingan suddenly paused. Every time I see luck, it seems to be related to my mental activities.

   "It seems that I have to work hard, let alone honoring my ancestors, at least let my family live better."

   "Instead of worshiping ancestors in such a cumbersome way, it's better to work hard to honor the ancestors."

   "What's wrong with the cowherd boy, why can't the cowherd boy be honored."

   Could it be said that it is "Glorious ancestors and ancestors", that if you have this thought in your heart, you can see luck? But why now I want to honor my ancestors, but I can't see it. Maybe it will take a while?

   Forget it, let’s try again in two days, anyway, there is no rush.

  Zhu Pingan shook his head, threw out these thoughts, and walked quickly to the classroom.

  Private school lectures are very random, which is very different from modern teaching. The biggest difference is that private schools can truly teach students according to their aptitude, which varies from person to person. There are more than 20 students in the private school, Mr. Sun can let them read different books according to each person's level of mastery. For example, after Sun Fuzi discovered the Three-Character Classic copied by Zhu Pingan, he felt that Zhu Pingan's mastery was far superior to that of other children, so he began to teach Zhu Pingan additional "Analects of Confucius" alone. For other children, Sun Fuzi also consciously asked some children to recite 20 or 30 more sentences according to the actual situation of the children.

Although there was some verbal conflict with the black-bellied loli just now, Zhu Pingan still went outside the bamboo forest to teach the black-bellied little girl and her steamed bun maid about shooting eagles during class, and took the old scalper to drink some river water and eat some aquatic plants.

  The black-bellied little **** prepared food early and waited for Zhu Ping'an for a long time. She started with a lot of food. It seems that she ate a lot more than usual today.

  The bun-headed little girl Hua'er on the opposite side covered her mouth and shrugged her shoulders, obviously snickering.

  Zhu Pingan started to talk about yesterday's plot, and the two little girls listened carefully, sometimes frowning and nervous, sometimes clapping their hands and happy. When it was mentioned that Ouyang Ke and Ouyang Feng went to Peach Blossom Island to propose marriage to Huang Yaoshi to compete with Guo Jing for Huang Rong, the two girls were filled with righteous indignation.

   "Ouyang Ke is too shameless."

   "That's right, Ouyang Feng is not a good person, he's just a stinky toad"

  As Zhu Pingan went on to explain the three test questions to determine Huang Rong's ownership, the two girls became more nervous.

   "Why is Guo Jing so stupid? How could he admit defeat in the second round? Fortunately, he was stopped."

   "But he can't blow a **** either"

   "Yeah, where are you from? I'll sell you to Mama Hua"

"Miss."

  The two little girls clenched their fists nervously driven by the plot.

  Zhu Pingan grasped the time well, and told the story until Guo Jing knelt down and called his father-in-law, and then stopped abruptly. The food box has also been eaten, and my stomach is full.

   "Let's stop here today. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the school will be closed for a two-day holiday, so we won't be able to talk about Condor Shooting again." Zhu Pingan got up, and fortunately, he spoke after the food box.

Rest and Mu was mentioned by the Master in the morning. Retreat and Mu was mentioned by the Master in the morning. Retreat and Mu is the ancient system of rest. In ancient times, one ten days of work and two days of rest, that is, ten days of work and two days of rest . This is the work system for imperial officials, and a similar system is also implemented in ancient official institutions such as private schools. In the morning, the master mentioned the arrangement of taking a bath and taking a holiday for the next two days. There will be no classes in the private school, so naturally Zhu Pingan will not be able to attend classes.

  The black-bellied little loli had a disapproving expression on her face, and she frowned, "What are you doing? I'm talking about fun. Don't take a break. You can talk all day when you herd cows."

  The little girl's bun face was also squeezed into a bun, looked at Zhu Pingan pitifully, and nodded desperately in agreement with the young lady's words.

   "I still have something to do." Zhu Pingan evaded.

   "What can you do?" The black-bellied little loli Li Shu pouted.

  I still need to find a way to generate income for the family. In the past two days, my father and elder brother have entered the mountain once. Calculating the time, Xiumu should enter the mountain once in these two days. Last time I found honeysuckle in the mountains and sold it for a lot of money. Although my brother Da Chuan also went to pick honeysuckle to dry in the sun these days, the flowering period of honeysuckle is only a few days away, and I have to find new good things.

   "Rest, sleep, play" Zhu Pingan counted with his fingers.

  The black-bellied little loli had black lines on her face, she gave Zhu Pingan a white look, and said contemptuously, "You are a pig."

   Whatever you say, Zhu Pingan led the old ox up the hillside again, tied it up, walked through the bamboo forest, and returned to the school again. The time was just right again, and the master was walking in from the outside.

  At the beginning of this class, the master tested the children's ability to master what they learned yesterday. Of course, Zhu Ping'an was fine, and he was praised by the master. As for Zhu Pingjun, he couldn't do it anymore, and was hit by the master's ruler three times, making his teeth bared and his mouth cracked in pain. To Zhu Ping'an's surprise, Wei Chen, the provocative boy who made things difficult for him yesterday, also mastered it well, and he was also praised by his master. Looks like this guy isn't exactly an embroidered pillow either.

   After that, it will be the same as usual, teaching and practicing calligraphy. When Zhu Pingan practiced calligraphy, he still used his black board dipped in water to write, which could save ink and paper.

  When school was over, Sun Laoxiu officially announced the news of the two-day rest, and the bear children in the classroom screamed excitedly, as if they could lift the roof off. It's almost like spending the weekend with modern children.

   "How about Xiu Mu, why don't you go fishing with me?" Little Fatty Li Xiaobao leaned over and asked.

   Zhu Pingjun next to him repeatedly nodded and said yes, but Zhu Pingan shied away and said, let's talk about it. The little fat man didn't care, and Zhu Pingjun and Zhu Pingjun chatted excitedly about where it was easy to dig earthworms and what fishing rod to use, both of them were very happy. The same goes for other children in the school, discussing where to go in small groups.

  (end of this chapter)