Eternal gate

"When you get to the private school, you can't cause trouble."

"To learn literacy, you must listen to your teacher."

In the early morning, Blacksmith Zhao pulled Zhao Yun through the noisy street.

The cold winter has come to an end, everything is coming back to life, and when the children are old enough, they have to be sent to study culture.

Seeing this scene, the neighbors were quite surprised. ??

In addition to the novelty, he also kept tutting his tongue, secretly thinking that the blacksmith was a rough man, but he didn't have the consciousness to be a rough man. He had so much spare money that he didn't go to collect rations, but instead sent them to private schools. He really wanted to wait until he confiscated them. Don't go hungry?

"My son, I want to take the first prize exam." Blacksmith Zhao said with a smile.

He is also the kind of person who has a stubborn temper and cannot be pulled back by eight horses.

Look at Zhao Yun again, carrying a book basket, he really has the temperament of a young scholar.

"Well, he will definitely be the top pick in high school."

Ye Banxian has started working again, and he has become smarter. At least, he can pick up nice things to say, instead of saying:

Donor, your Yintang is not so white!

Blacksmith Zhao was in a good mood today and did not open his stall.

Just for the phrase 'top pick in high school', he gave the person two copper coins, so he acted like an old magician and gave the child a divination.

"I see."

After the blacksmith left, Ye Banxian was stroking his beard and speaking seriously.

After living for most of his life, he finally understood.

People must know how to be flexible.

When you open and close your mouth, the hall turns black, and whoever hears it will not get angry.

So, if you have a sweet mouth, you won't be able to guarantee that when people are happy, they will give you money to buy a meat bun, and it can also keep the heater warm?

The private school is located in a forest.

There are no sycamore trees that grow crookedly.

This is a good place to learn culture, far away from the hustle and bustle, quiet and peaceful.

When Blacksmith Zhao led Zhao Yun there, the door of the private school was already full of people, mostly adults with their children, each holding a small book basket, looking very presentable.

The teacher was also there, the old scholar who named Zhao Yun.

He is a well-educated old man, but his luck is a bit bad. He is not yet in high school. He is older and has no energy anymore.

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Spend money, set up a private school, teach and educate people, and earn some food money on the way.

"Sir, I leave the child to you."

"Dad, I want to go home."

"If you dare to cry again, I will peel off your skin."

It was a good time to enter the school, but there was a lot of noise in front of the private school. Some were chatting with the old scholars, and some were making noises with their children to go home. The one who shouted the loudest was the one with a heavy back and a heavy back. He didn’t know what he did for a living at home, and the family tradition was extremely strong. , whenever I disagree, I want to make a big mouth out.

"Eh? Blacksmith Zhao."

The arrival of Zhao Yun and the others made the noisy private school much quieter.

Wutong Town is not a big place, and the story of the blacksmith picking up children has long been spread.

I never thought that the old Zhao family, who had been rough for generations, would also send their children to a private school.

Blacksmith Zhao didn't care at all, and Zhao Yun was even more curious.

However, he doesn't have stage fright, which is much better than those kids who hide behind their parents with only half of their heads exposed.

The layout of the school is still very simple, with tables and chairs arranged neatly, and the walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings, all written by old scholars with good calligraphy.

The children couldn't appreciate it and just wanted to go home quickly.

On the other hand, little Zhao Yun stood in front of the wall, raising his little hand and gesturing in mid-air, probably tracing the outline of the font.

It wasn't until Lao Xiucai came in that he sat down peacefully.

Looking at my deskmate, he is a chubby little guy. Except for his small eyes, there is nothing else.

"What's your name?" The little fat man poked Zhao Yun.

"Zhao Zilong." Zhao Yun smiled.

"My name is Wang Xiaoguan, and I have a brother named Wang Daguan. My father said that if you study hard, you will be an official when you grow up. My brother will be a big official, and I will be a small official." a line.

Zhao Yun was very unfamiliar with him, but he recognized his father.

Wutong Town is very poor, but there are a few old wealthy people, and Wang Xiaoguan's family is

One of them, his father Wang Yuanwai, was very kind-hearted. In years of famine, he would set up a pot and serve porridge. People in the town remembered his kindness.

"quiet."

The old scholar had already taken the ruler and knocked on the table.

A group of children were obedient, and they were chattering just now. Now they all sat in a good manner. Seeing the serious look on the old scholar's face, they were even more frightened from the bottom of their hearts. My parents said that if you don't listen to the teacher, you will get slapped on the palms of your hands.

"When reading, remember to be calm."

"Put your hands on the table, close your eyes and relax." ????

In the first lesson of the class, the old scholar took a small incense burner and lit a stick of incense. The meaning was also obvious. He closed his eyes and calmed down with the stick of incense.

The children were confused and looked around.

To be honest, what does it mean to close your eyes and relax.

It’s okay if you don’t understand, as long as you can learn.

No, the old scholar has already sat down, and he has also fallen asleep.

The kids followed suit and closed their eyes.

The already quiet classroom was silent at this moment.

Seeing the students in concentration, the old scholar opened his eyes and stood up, like a ghost, holding his ruler, walking back and forth, and patting anyone on the back if he saw someone sitting incorrectly. Anyone who scratched his ears and cheeks would not escape his scrutiny.

"Sir, I have an urgent need to urinate."

"Gulu."

"Look, there are grasshoppers."

Baby! How can I not make a fool of myself on my first day at private school?

Zhao Yun was okay, but the guy next to him, who had promised to close his eyes and rest, fell asleep, and his big round head hit the table with a bang.

When it was over, there was a loud cry, which made the whole room burst into laughter.

The old scholar has long been accustomed to this. This group of kids is pretty good. Last time, none of them were troublesome, and they almost set his house on fire.

"It's a workable material."

Returning to the podium again, the old scholar whispered. He was looking at little Zhao Yun. Among the students in the hall, that little boy had not moved at all from beginning to end. He was quite as stable as Mount Tai.

Ah sneeze!

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Someone couldn't help but praise that one second he was still as quiet as a virgin, and the next moment, he sneezed.

This sneeze was quite noisy and was accompanied by thunder.

The thunder came so unexpectedly that not only the children, but also the old scholar who was calm and composed were frightened and suddenly felt the urge to urinate.

Zhao Yun was relatively calm, but a little confused.

He was not sleepy, but he was sleepy. Even though he was sitting, he always felt like he was floating in the air. Moreover, the weird shouting sounded in his ears again.

"It is going to rain."

"Nonsense, the sun is so bright."

There was a thunder, the classroom was a little chaotic, and the children were chattering again.

"Have a rest for a moment." The old scholar finished his sentence and went straight to the hut.

The children who heard these words felt as if they had received an amnesty.

When the old scholar comes back, he will be doing everything, fighting crickets, chewing chicken legs, sleeping, not to mention how lively he is.

It's better to be lively.

He is not a pedantic person. Learning to be literate does not kill his nature.

"Sir?" Zhao Yun finally came over in confusion, standing on tiptoes in front of the desk.

"What's the matter?" The old scholar smiled gently.

"I want to learn three words."

"oh?"

"Zhao Tiezhu."

When the old scholar heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Tiezhu, that is the name of Blacksmith Zhao.

This kid is really thoughtful. On the first day he came to the private school, he wanted to bring back a surprise for his father.

If you have a heart, you have a heart, but words are not that easy to learn.

Having said that, he still picked up his writing brush, dipped it skillfully in ink, and wrote down Zhao Tiezhu's name one stroke at a time, asking the boy to take it back to Blacksmith Zhao. The old man should also be happy. long time.

Zhao Yun looked at it seriously and couldn't take his eyes away.

While watching, his little finger was still making gestures.

After returning home, he wrote it out for others. Tiejiang Zhao was so happy that he took the piece of paper and walked around the streets to read it to others. He even laughed while dreaming.