Rise From the Humble

Master Sun walked up to Zhu Ping'an, curious to see what kind of game this urchin was playing. When his eyes fell on the urchin's hands, time seemed to stand still. Old Master Sun stroked his beard with his hand, and once again involuntarily pulled out a few white beards.

In sight, the so-called urchin is holding a simple brush made of thin bamboo and animal hair, dipping water in the groove of the stone, writing on a black wooden board, and writing vigorously.

The ink made of clear water fell on the black wooden board, and it could only stay for a short time, but it could also be seen that this naughty boy, no, this hardworking kid's handwriting was already better than the best kid in the school.

The writing brush is a poor-quality brush, the stool to sit on is an uneven stone, the ink is clear water poured on the groove, and the paper is a black wooden board spread on the uneven stone. However, he wrote so seriously that he didn't even wipe the sweat from his face. After the wooden board was soaked with water, he used a brush to write directly on the water-filled wooden board. Although the handwriting was green, it was very neat.

This is in stark contrast to the naughty boy I thought earlier, causing a serious visual impact.

This is a piece of rough jade bestowed on me by God, worthy of being carved.

"You naughty boy, would you like to learn from me." Elder Sun Twirled his beard and couldn't help asking.

Zhu Pingan, who was writing seriously, heard the words, and almost threw out the brush in surprise. The voice was so familiar, it was Mrs. Sun at all. The shock was not because of Sun Laoxiucai's words. Zhu Ping'an couldn't ask for such words. How could he be surprised? The main reason for the surprise was the sudden sound when he was concentrating on it. It was purely a conditioned reflex.

However, in the eyes of Mr. Sun Xiucai, this is an expression of extreme joy.

Of course, Zhu Ping'an did not live up to the expectations of Mr. Sun's scholar. After all, his body was a mature soul, and after a moment of shock, he stabilized.

Zhu Pingan got up from the rock, the chubby face was excited but suddenly lost. After I was found out of class, I was not blamed, but was appreciated, so I was naturally happy; but thinking that my family just broke up because of the two pennies, if I proposed to spend money to learn, it would not be a big deal, so don’t even think about it, so lost.

Mrs. Sun felt that the little chubby paper in front of him was very interesting, his face seemed to be changing.

"Why, don't you want to?" Master Sun asked pretending to be serious.

Zhu Pingan quickly shook the chubby hand, and said with a disappointed face, "Yes, I am willing. It's just that my family is poor, and there is no money at home for my elementary education."

Speaking of this, Zhu Pingan's eyes lit up again, "One day while grazing cows, I heard the lectures in the Master's School, and I suddenly became enlightened. I also heard that the Master said that everything is inferior, but reading is good, so I came here to eavesdrop on the Master's lecture. The master speaks well, so I naturally hope to learn from the master, but my family is really poor, I hope the master will allow the boy to listen to the lecture outside."

This kid is not only hardworking, but also speaks clearly. Facing his pretentiously serious rhetorical questions, he behaves calmly and well.

In the eyes of Master Sun, Zhu Ping'an is a piece of rough jade waiting to be carved by himself.

It doesn't matter if your family is poor, I won't charge you to study if you come to study, and I'm not short of that money. Mrs. Sun is not like Zhu Ping'an's uncle. Mr. Sun is a scholar. Although he did not pass the exam, he is also a scholar supported by the government every month. Moreover, his family has tens of acres of fertile land, so he is not short of money at all. Sun Fuzi opened the museum mainly because he had no hope in the imperial examination, and he wanted to do his part to cultivate some talents for the country, as well as cultivate some insightful people for his clan and his village. If possible, he hoped to have The disciple realizes the wish that he himself failed to realize.

"It's okay, Master won't accept your Shuxiu, and will officially accept you to study in the library tomorrow." Elder Sun smiled indifferently with his beard.

Rubbing lessons, being appreciated, can be learned, not finished.

Such a series of surprises, like pies falling from the sky, made Zhu Pingan, who had never been lucky since time travel, feel a little unreal.

"Thank you, Master." Zhu Pingan was very grateful to Mr. Sun Xiucai. This is a truly respectable teacher. He can be called a gentleman with great virtue. He bowed down to thank him, his head almost bent to his chest.

Old Xiucai Sun thought that Zhu Ping'an was grateful and wanted to kneel down to thank him, and he was more satisfied with Zhu Ping's character.

"Don't worry, it won't be too late to pay homage to Confucius tomorrow." Elder Sun stroked Zhu Ping'an's head and said, "Let's leave it at that for now. You can enter the library to study after you have apprenticeship tomorrow. You go back and tell your parents and elders, Just say what the master said, I don’t accept your Shuxiu, just come to learn.”

In ancient times, elementary education was also more particular. Generally, the statue of Confucius was worshiped first, and then the formal initiation could only be done after the ceremony of worshiping a teacher. Moreover, the apprenticeship generally chooses a good time, which is more particular. It is also out of this consideration that Mr. Sun did not let Zhu Pingan become a teacher now.

"Thank you, Master. I will tell my parents when I get back." Zhu Pingan expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart. It is also his luck to meet such a teacher.

"You can go back and tell your elders as soon as possible, and you must study hard after you start school tomorrow, otherwise the master's ruler will be merciless."

After Mr. Sun arranged for Zhu Ping'an, he went to the school to continue teaching. After receiving a piece of talented talent, Mr. Sun felt that his body seemed to be a bit tougher, and his walking was much easier.

Zhu Pingan continued to attend classes outside.

One spoke seriously, and the other listened carefully.

It's just that the black-bellied little loli waiting outside the bamboo forest for a long time to hear the story of the eagle shooting, Li Shu waited for Zhu Ping'an not to come, and waited for Zhu Ping'an not to come. Angrily, he walked towards the private school.

I thought, I must teach that poor boy a lesson!

When the black-bellied little loli just walked out of the bamboo forest, Zhu Pingan noticed it. After all, he was frightened by the master just now, and his whole body became more alert, so he naturally noticed the black-bellied little loli coming. Why did this little aunt come here? When I looked again, I didn't know what was going on with the pretty face of the black-bellied little Lolita and the little riding whip in her hand. It was obvious that the person who came was not kind. Can't make a mistake at this juncture, I have to coax this little aunt well.

So, Zhu Pingan hurriedly got up and walked over, not daring to let the black-bellied little loli go berserk here and disturb the classroom order. Just now the master agreed to admit me to school for free, and here I got into a fight with the black-bellied little loli, how bad it is, if the master has an opinion on me and regrets it, it will not be worth the loss.

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