The old patriarch and the village leader tentatively decided to go to the Zeng family in Baofeng Buzhuang in five days. No matter how the atmosphere in the Zhan family was, Zhan Feiyu still went to the private school before dawn. When he came back from school, he stayed up until midnight and lit the candles.

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"Mom, go to bed first." In order not to hurt his eyes, Zhan Feiyu lit three candles at night, and Li also used the light to make shoes.

The embroidered handkerchiefs can also be sold in cloth shops, but Li's embroidery skills are average, so it is better to use the soles to make cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles. A pair can be sold for sixty or seventy yuan, but it is too labor-intensive.

The brass thimble between Li's fingers was pressed against the end of the needle. After the needle passed through the thick sole, he pulled hard. After completing one stitch, he said: "There is no work in the fields. I'll grab a few pairs of shoe soles while the weather is still warm."

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Zhan Feiyu raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Li, thinking of what he overheard last night. When his father was exterminated and he was adopted, what would his mother do?

It's not a bad idea to leave the village with my father. Without my mother-in-law, my mother will be able to live a good life. But when I think of Boss Zhan's foolish filial piety, my father and mother will definitely come back after three or five years. Is it possible that they will come back again?

Do you want to repeat the frustrating days now?

What about reconciliation? Zhan Feiyu lowered his head. His mother would definitely not marry again. Moreover, she had feelings for her father, but she just resented him for being too filial. That's all. By then, she would have grown up, and she would no longer be afraid of Zhan's family being evil!

With a decision made in his heart, Zhan Feiyu began to recite "Great Learning Chapters" and "Zhongyong Chapters" silently, comparing the Analects of Confucius, which has ten and fourteen volumes, and Mencius' annotations. Each of these two volumes has one volume, and Zhan Feiyu has a small number of words.

Being non-fish is like winning the lottery.

One night passed, the sky was slightly bright, and the sound of pounding clothes could be heard from the river in the distance.

Boss Zhan entered the yard with a fishing rod in one hand and a carp in the other. He said happily: "Little fish, get up. Dad has caught a fish. I will wait for you to come back in the evening to drink fish soup."

The farmers are poor, and wild animals are hard to find in the mountains. Only fish in the river can be caught every now and then.

After Zhan's second son was injured, Mrs. Zhan cooked all the eggs she had saved for half a month to replenish his health. She also killed an old hen. Zhan's second son got up early every day to go fishing.

Looking at Boss Zhan, whose trousers were slightly wet, Zhan Feiyu raised his head, his chubby face bathed in the morning light, and his dazzling white face made people love him, "I won't eat, I will leave it to my second uncle to replenish his health."

The voice was crisp but cold, and the expectation in Boss Zhan's eyes instantly disappeared.

These days, the big family seems to have been separated. Li and Zhan Feiyu are still close, but the elder Zhan is ignored. The mother and daughter neither argue nor quarrel, just pretend that the elder Zhan does not exist, which makes him anxious, uncomfortable and helpless.

Seeing Zhan Feiyu nibbling on the whole-grain pancake and about to leave, Boss Zhan said eagerly: "Xiaoyu, dad wrongly blamed you before. Your second aunt has that temper, and dad can't do anything about it."

With his back to Boss Zhan, Zhan Feiyu opened his eyes wide to face the sun. The brightness was dazzling and the corners of his eyes were sour. "Dad, you didn't want the second aunt to make a noise, so you wronged my mother and I. If the same thing happens again in the future, my mother and I will still be the same."

Why should I be wronged?"

"No, Xiaoyu, dad promises you that he will not let you be wronged in the future!" Boss Zhan immediately expressed his stance. Xiaoyu is his daughter that he has loved for many years. She is good at studying, well-behaved and sensible. Boss Zhan is content even if he does not have a son.

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Taking a deep breath, Zhan Feiyu nodded, but still did not turn around, "Dad, you must remember what you just said. I went to a private school and will come back to drink fish soup in the evening."

Boss Zhan was full of joy and wished he could send Zhan Feiyu to his private school. But when he saw the uncut firewood piled in the yard, he could only say: "Dad, I will wait for you to come back in the evening to drink fish soup. Please walk slower on the road."

Reciting "Poetry of Thousands of Families" all the way to the private school, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Master Lin standing in the courtyard with a solemn expression. Zhan Feiyu's heart skipped a beat, "Master, what happened?"

Master Lin looked at the young disciple in front of him. He was dressed in coarse cloth but could not conceal his brilliance. His eyes were bright and sharp, and he was intelligent and agile. He could not tell that he was from a rural background.

"Master, could it be that the limerick I wrote yesterday made you angry?" Zhan Feiyu pointed his fat fingers and grinned with a guilty conscience.

You can't blame yourself for this. It's just a poem, but you also have to pay attention to rhyme. I finally wrote a poem, but I was criticized by the Master for being incomplete, without literary talent, without intention, and without charm. The three-no product was just smooth.

Zhan Feiyu wished he could bring out the eternal famous lines of future generations, so he angrily wrote a limerick and handed it in: You write a poem and I will compose a poem, but I rack my brains and can't make it into rhyme. If there is a real talent for chanting, it will be passed down as soon as the sound of shit is heard.

Eternal.

[A person with poetic talent can write a piece of shit that will be passed down through the ages.]

It was okay not to mention this incident. As soon as Mrs. Lin was mentioned, she immediately became angry and hit her on the head with one finger. "How dare you say that? How many people have the talent of chanting catkins since ancient times? You are familiar with poems and songs, but you can't recite poems."

You should also be able to chant!”

"Master, I haven't opened my eyes for poetry and poetry yet!" Zhan Feiyu stretched his head forward shamelessly and said in a rogue voice: "Master, if you knock a few more times, you might open my eyes.

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Lin Fuzi, who laughed angrily, looked at Zhan Feiyu who was cheating, "Whether it's verbal or ink, you are better than many people, why are you stuck on poetry?"

The so-called oral meaning is to answer and explain verbally, while the ink meaning is to answer with pen.

Zhan Feiyu plans to take the county examination the year after next. Mrs. Lin explains the "Four Books" to her alone every day. She has unique insights. Not to mention her unique approach, she is also a rare transparent person. In addition, she has many famous quotes at her fingertips, which will help her make decisions in the future.

It will definitely shine.

"Smile, ten years later, if the master is old, how will the student explain to the teacher's wife?" Zhan Feiyu smiled jokingly and scampered into the room, now he was a bit naughty and lively.

Putting down his schoolbag, Zhan Feiyu took out the "Poetry of Thousands of Families" that he wanted to read in the morning, and looked at the door, "Master, are you not going to study poetry today?"

"Read on, I will take you to Leshan to live in Leshan during lunch break." Master Lin thought of those rumors, and his relaxed expression became a little more solemn.

Living in Leshan? Zhan Feiyu was stunned, "Master, have you picked up some silver? Biluochun over there has one tael of silver per pot!"

This time it was Master Lin's turn to be surprised. He squinted and looked at Zhan Feiyu, who covered his mouth and looked like he had said something wrong, "I know a lot. Who did you follow to Leshan Residence? It was the private room!"

"I said I heard it from hearsay, Master, do you believe it?" Zhan Feiyu opened his eyes wide and smiled innocently. The tea in Leshanju is delicious, and the cakes that go with it are also delicious.

Unable to hide it, Zhan Feiyu walked up to Mrs. Lin, glanced at the empty courtyard, and whispered: "I was lucky enough to help an adult before, and the person was from the Forbidden Dragon Guard."

Forbidden Dragon Guard? Master Lin was really shocked at this moment. Looking at the Daqing Dynasty, who didn’t know that the Forbidden Dragon Guard was directly under the emperor’s jurisdiction? The Ming Guard protected the emperor’s safety, while the Secret Guard investigated serious and important cases that the Third Division could not investigate. The Forbidden Dragon Guard was responsible for the Third Rank

Officials have the right to kill first and report later.

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Although the private school's twelve lessons a year are not cheap, they include a lunch, pens, ink, paper, inkstones, and books.

"Your father actually took Zhan Feiyu to live in Leshan!" Wang frowned in displeasure.

Leshan Ju is the largest teahouse in Shangsi County, and it is also a favorite place for literati and students to gather. However, the tea is not cheap, and Mrs. Lin is reluctant to go there. This time, she took five taels of silver and took Zhan Feiyu with her.

"It's almost the Jiujiu Hanwen Festival. Xiaoyu can't write poems, so dad also took Xiaoyu to see things." Lin Xiuyuan explained with a smile that he had also participated with his father.

Seeing her son who had no resentment at all, Mrs. Wang was both happy and sad at the same time. It was great that Yuan'er had a broad mind, but Zhan Feiyu had taken advantage of him again and again, and Ms. Wang was a little unwilling to accept it.

After entering the teahouse, he was greeted by the waiter and sat down at the back of the lobby. Master Lin said, "Do you know the meaning of Leshan Residence?"

"Taken from the Yong Ye Chapter of The Analects of Confucius, those who know (zhì) are happy with water, and those who are benevolent are happy with mountains." Zhan Feiyu retracted his gaze, shook his head and continued: "Leshan enjoys the tranquility of water, and every hill and valley flows naturally." "

Looking at Zhan Feiyu who was deliberately showing off, Master Lin said quietly: "In that case, why not compose a poem."

Uh... Zhan Feiyu's face fell, and he looked at Master Lin pitifully. Could it be that he couldn't escape the word poetry today?

Seeing that the waiter had brought the tea, Zhan Feiyu stood up and poured the tea. He smiled eagerly and said, "It is too hurtful to talk about poetry and poetry in this situation. Master, it is better to drink tea."

Because the Literary Fair is coming soon, the literati who come to the teahouse will inevitably have to talk a few words, whose poems are amazing to ghosts and gods, and whose virtuoso skills occasionally create a masterpiece.

When the mood is high, some people even compose poems on the spot, which attracts waves of praise. If the poems are really good, the shopkeeper of Leshanju will not only waive the tea fee, but also copy the poems and paste them on the east wall of the tea house for everyone. The literati who came to the tea house read and appreciated it.

"Brother Liu, have you heard about that rumor?" the man in green shirt at the next table asked with a smile.

The man surnamed Liu who was sitting next to him snorted coldly and put down his tea cup heavily, "He's just a kid with a dirty mouth. After studying for a few days, he dares to brag about being a child prodigy. He has no idea what he means!"

"It's fine if it hurts Zhongyong. It's just a joke. I'm afraid that if you have some talent, if you gain fame in the future, it will only harm one party!"

"Achievements?" The man surnamed Liu suddenly laughed, his mean face full of contempt and disdain, "Brother Fan is overthinking, he's just Si Chen, he knows a few words and can read a few sentences. Branch, a love poem that pleases you but you don’t know.”

"Perhaps there is a young and romantic person on the road? I plan to marry him and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if I am abandoned ruthlessly, I can't be ashamed." It is said that he is reciting a poem, but his tone is extremely sarcastic.

A fat man at the other table said with a smile: "I wish that for the southwest wind, I will live forever in your arms. If your kindness is not open to you, how can I rely on my humble concubine?"

All of a sudden, there was laughter and laughter in the teahouse.

Zhan Feiyu blinked, looked at the ugly-looking Master Lin, and lowered his voice, "You're not talking about me, are you?"

Master Lin nodded, and Zhan Feiyu rolled his eyes speechlessly. What outrageous thing had he done? Whose ancestral grave had he dug up to deserve such contempt and insult?

"Although the Zeng family are merchants, they have also paid commercial taxes. A yellow-haired girl almost killed Mrs. Zeng, and she dared to make such nonsense and ask the Zeng family to pay a thousand taels of silver. It has disgraced us scholars!" A man surnamed Liu! He seemed extremely angry and banged the table.

"If you lose it, you will be poor and weak, but if you gain it, you will be rich. Not to mention blackmailing merchants' families, even losing face for A Duwu only tarnishes the moral integrity of us scholars."

Suddenly, the entire lobby was full of verbal and written criticism of Zhan Feiyu, and his crimes were simply too numerous to describe!

Seeing that these people were going too far, Master Lin was about to refute, but there was a stopper from beside him, "Master Lin, there is no need to be angry, it is just a rumor spread by someone to deliberately slander Xiaoyu's reputation."

"Ma Catcher." Zhan Feiyu stood up and looked at Ma Catcher in casual clothes, never expecting to meet him here.

Master Lin picked up the tea cup and poured a cup of tea for Captain Ma, and expressed his sincere thanks: "Thank you very much for informing Captain Ma about what happened yesterday."

Yesterday, Mrs. Lin received a letter from the fat shopkeeper of Wenxing Study, and then she learned that someone in Shangsi County was slandering Xiaoyu, using extremely vicious words, saying that she forced the blind woman to commit suicide, and that it was Xiaoyu who frightened the horse in South Street.

He even blackmailed the Zeng family.

Inspector Ma, who was patrolling the streets, was the first to notice these rumors and informed the fat shopkeeper. Master Lin in the private school only found out.

Detective Ma quickly sat down, looked around, and whispered: "I have searched for three days and still can't find the source. These messages were first spread from the mouths of beggars and street scoundrels, and they spread throughout the streets overnight.

The alleys later spread to county schools, arousing resentment and crusade from scholars."

Scholars are noble, and the Zhanfeiyu in rumors is the rat excrement that ruins a pot of soup.

Furthermore, she was a girl, and she was known as a child prodigy, and was valued by Mr. Chen. All these things made Zhan Feiyu notorious, and dirty water was poured on her head.

Zhan Feiyu was not a sour scholar who studied hard. After listening to what Ma Cui said, he immediately said: "It was the Zeng family who bought these beggars and gangsters with their money."

Shangsi County is not big or small, but it is not easy to spread the rumor throughout three days. It costs a lot of money. No matter how you look at it, it looks like it was done by the Zeng family.

Master Lin also believed that it was the Zeng family. Zhan's second brother had harmed Mrs. Zeng, and the Zeng family would definitely take revenge. However, there was a scholar named Xiaoyu in the Zhan family. In order to prevent future troubles, the Zeng family had no choice but to ruin Xiaoyu's reputation first and break the relationship.
To be continued...