The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

As soon as Xue Ba arrived at the dormitory, he really startled everyone. The six people in the room, including Chen Hengzi, watched helplessly as the two slaves carried boxes and luggage hurriedly in and out, making beds and cleaning. Even the beds they had made were also tidied up. Fan.

Whose young master is this? Why is he so particular? One of the six people in the group complained in a low voice. Chen Heng took a look and saw that it was a boy named Qian Dayou. He was also the oldest one in the house, at thirteen.

When they were talking before, Chen Heng had noticed that Qian Dayou had a good family background. He told his classmates that he would take a break from now on, and he would host and invite everyone out for a party.

Nowadays, if you look at the wealth of money and the new kid, I don’t know if it’s a fake monk meeting a real Buddha. Chen Heng thought with some gloating.

Xue Biao seemed to see everyone's inexplicable resistance to him, and he didn't understand it for a while. However, he has been with Xue Ai for a long time, and he has already become proficient in dealing with others.

He raised his hand to summon a servant, and asked him to take out the fruits from the box and put them on the plate. He personally carried it to his classmates and said with a smile: My classmates, I am Jinling Xue Biao. It is the first time for me to enter school today. Because I am young and my family is worried, so I sent some people to help. If I have caused any offense, I hope you will not mind me.

Jinling? Xue tadpole? It's him? Chen Heng's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but secretly thought that Yangzhou City was different. On the first day of school, he could meet the characters in the book.

At this time, when he looked closely at the other party's dress, Chen Heng couldn't identify him. He just felt that he looked very rich but not dazzling, which was a bit pleasing to the eye.

But when he thought about what happened to his second uncle and Wang Sheng's family, Chen Heng lost most of his goodwill. He just treated him as a passerby who met by chance. When the person in front of him finished introducing himself, he just cupped his hands and said politely: I'm Chen Heng.

After Xue Biao returned the favor, they divided the elders and younger ones again. As a result, Xue Biao was more than a year older than Chen Heng, and only a few months shy of nine years old. Chen Hengman is only seven and a half years old.

However, from Xue Biao's point of view, Chen Heng had guessed that the academy would assign dormitories based on age. Seeing that only the last person in the room had not come, everyone gathered around Xue Biao's melon and fruit snacks, eating and chatting.

Everyone is of the same age, and it is the first time they have left home, and there is less control from their family around them. In addition, if you are rich and want to stand out in the limelight, and Xue Biao will be a compliment at the right time, the atmosphere is very lively.

Until the traveling Master, passing by the door, urged them to go to bed early. Seven people in a room hurriedly fell asleep holding their quilts.

Chen Heng's bed was on the outermost side of the bunk bed. He was the first to arrive and chose a good seat by the window. Qian Dayou is the oldest and occupies the middle position. Xue Biao doesn't care about this and is the last to arrive. Only the bed against the wall was left for him.

After a good night's sleep, in the morning, the senior students from the next door door came to the door and told them to go to the lecture hall on the first day to listen to the lecture by the mountain chief.

By the time these little guys finished cleaning up and rushed to the classroom, there were already more than forty older classmates standing inside. When Chen Heng was still worried about where to stand, a master immediately came forward to guide them to sit down.

When Pei Huaizhen went up to the podium, looking at the energetic faces, she couldn't help but feel heroic in her heart. Since he retired and returned home, he has been idle for a long time. Now that he was invited by Wei Yinghong and Lin Ruhai to serve as the headmaster of Leyi Academy, he felt much younger.

The instructions throughout the ages are similar. Fortunately, Pei Huaizhen only said a few words and then invited other masters to the stage to let the students get to know them one by one.

Among them, the most unexpected person for Chen Heng was a Xuezheng named Mei Jin, who was responsible for all the affairs of the academy. He also taught painting on weekdays. According to him, he was still an Hanlin scholar.

The more Chen Heng listened, the more evil he became. He couldn't help but look at Xue Biao sitting in front, and then at Mei Hanlin on the stage. For a moment, I couldn't decide whether this Mei Hanlin was Xue Biao's sister's future in-law.

Yangzhou City is really interesting.

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Coincidentally, teachers and students from the academy gathered together in the lecture hall of the front hall. In a separate courtyard in the back hall, there was also an old lady with extraordinary bearing, standing in front of several girls, smiling.

You don't need to be so reserved. Why don't you all relax? If you like it, you can call me to thank me in the future.

Mrs. Xie is thin and wears a simple light green dress. Her hair is tied into a bun and only fixed with a wooden hairpin. There was a female doll carved in pink and jade. Seeing the amiability of the old lady, she said.

But daddy asked me to call you grandma.

Mrs. Xie followed the voice and looked over. She recognized Wei Yinghong's youngest daughter Wei Qijun. She shook her head and laughed, It doesn't matter, just listen to me. You can say the same thing when you meet Dad.

When the little girl heard this, she nodded and said nothing. Mrs. Xie asked again, Do you like painting more? Or do you like poetry and calligraphy more?

The girls looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Then one person suddenly stood up and said in a cute voice: Thank you, Master, I like them all and want to learn them all.

Okay, okay. Mrs. Xie nodded with a smile, What's your name? Can you tell Master Xie?

My surname is Lin. Teacher Xie can call me Daiyu or Yu'er. Yu'er likes both. The little girl stood up straight and raised her neck slightly. She added, Yu'er is five years old this year.

What a smart and energetic girl, Mrs. Xie was very happy. I think it's really remarkable that a five-year-old child can speak in such an organized manner.

Okay, Yu'er wants to learn. I'll teach you everything after I thank you. What about the others, do you have anything they like?

Seeing someone taking the lead, the other girls also became a little bolder. After answering one by one, Mrs. Xie saw that the atmosphere was about the same, so she asked everyone to move their seats together, and she herself moved the chairs in front of them.

The relationship between teachers and students was originally clear-cut, but because of Mrs. Xie's move, it turned into a scene of her grandmother taking her granddaughters to study.

Everyone, sit down obediently. Today is the first day. Let's start reading from the Book of Songs.

Thank you, Master, what is the Book of Songs? someone asked.

The Book of Songs, it is a poem sung by many ordinary people like you and Master Xie little by little while working in the mountains, rivers, and fields where the sun rises and the moon sets.

Teacher Xie clapped his hands gently, and blurted out a melodious and free tune, The vines are blooming, spreading in the middle valley, and the leaves are luxuriant...

Sitting in the middle, Daiyu's eyes became brighter and brighter as she listened. She just felt that this elegant and clear tune was like a gurgling spring in the mountains. Just like clear dew being touched by the early sun, a shimmering green color danced in her heart.

Due to poor health when she was born, she has been staying at home with her mother as long as she can remember. Nowadays, through the tunes sung by Master Xie, I always feel that vivid scenes are before my eyes.

At this moment, her mind had turned into a white deer in the forest, riding on the song of thanking her teacher, walking towards a wider world.

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At the end of the day's class, the boys from each family picked up their young ladies from the small door of the back hall. Sitting in the carriage arranged by Jia, Lin Daiyu couldn't help but secretly lift the curtain, looking at the people hurriedly walking on the street with her smart and bright eyes.

Some of them were laughing, some were depressed, some were calling for business, some were taking their families for a walk, and there were also children riding on their father's neck and pointing their fingers far away.

Were these the people who wrote the Book of Songs? Lin Daiyu found it incredible and at the same time couldn't help but be amazed by what she had learned today.

This joyful mood did not dissipate until Lin Ruhai returned home. Even Lin Ruhai, who had been tired for a day, felt much better.

Will you still go to school in the future? Lin Ruhai joked about her daughter.

Yes. Lin Daiyu nodded seriously.

That means getting up early every day...

Yu'er will get up on her own.

Hahahaha. Lin Ruhai shook his head and laughed. He picked up Daiyu with both hands and raised it high. Okay, if Yu'er wants to read, daddy will read it with you. Let's review today's homework again.

The update tonight will be a little later. I have to be busy with the Dragon Boat Festival. I won't be able to get home until after eight or nine o'clock. I've finished writing it, but the draft box seems to only be able to post chapters one by one, and I'm not very good at using it yet.

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