Xu Hao lay on the wooden bed dyingly, and was beaten twice in a row within a day. He felt so aggrieved. Fortunately, the servants of the Mu family did not play with it, otherwise they would have to give up their lives.

No matter what, the expected goal was finally achieved. When the Duke of Qian learned about his identity, he was quite polite and ordered the manager to clean up a guest room.

He was covered with skin trauma. The servant of the Mu family applied the medicine to Xu Hao and sent another bowl of decoction. However, Xu Hao did not drink it but poured it out. It is the capital to be young, so you can rest overnight.

Before dawn the next morning, Xu Hao was dressed neatly, so he washed up with the cold well water and exercised alone in the yard. After dawn, the servant brought him some porridge and side dishes. After eating, he followed the servant to the study.

The teacher was the examiner yesterday, and he still looked smiling. In addition to Xu Hao, there were three companions. One was Zhao Hesong, a scholar who was admitted to the exam together. He was a young man in his twenties, with a good appearance and a medium figure. The other was Feng Quan, a distant relative of the Mu family. He was 20 years old this year, with a sallow complexion, black and thin, and a mole on his mouth.

There is also a scholar in his thirties, Zhou Peng, who is a very handsome and elegant middle-aged man. He is a neighbor nearby and is very famous, but he failed the imperial examination. The Mu family admired his name and specially invited him.

They met each other with respect. Two scholars, one is a child and the other is Bai Ding. Although Xu Hao is the youngest, it is understandable that no one looks down on him. In the future, everyone will be classmates.

The teacher ignored the two scholars, Zhao Hesong and Zhou Peng. First, there was nothing to teach, but second, as scholars, they came to study as companions, either with other purposes or with a loss of family power.

Obviously, Zhao Hesong belongs to the former. After staying in the capital for a long time, he spent all his money. He stayed at the Mu family and was waiting for the next imperial examination. Zhou Peng is a scholar who can't manage it. After many years, he lived a short life and lived a very difficult life. He came to the Mu family for those taels of silver.

Xu Hao is also a salary-paying guy, and the teacher is not very enthusiastic about him. Here, Feng Quan is the only disciple who gave him fifty two bunches of slaughter. In addition, Mu Ang, the third son of the Mu family who had not met yet.

The teacher ordered the two scholars to study by themselves, and asked Xu Hao to read "Xiao Ya" and Feng Quan to read "National Style". He sat down and savored the fragrant tea.

Since Xu Hao came, he was at ease. He frowned and recited it word by word in his heart. There were some things he couldn't understand and words that were not pronounced correctly. I asked Zhou Peng next to him. Zhou Peng was very easy-going, but he never got tired of explaining it.

At this time, the books are all without punctuation and vertical traditional Chinese. Most of them are boring. For modern people who are not even included in the school, it is naturally very painful to read. If you want to become a scholar, the most basic thing is to memorize the entire Four Books and Five Classics, deeply understand their meaning, and have to read a lot of books. Only in this way can you quote the scriptures and read them at will, which is why Xu Hao resisted studying.

Xu Hao likes reading and Chinese studies, but he doesn't like studying hard and is a nerd. But since he is a companion, he will also take this matter seriously and will not be lazy or sloppy.

After more than half a day, Mu Ang, twelve years old this year, came with two book children. The two book children were busy laying soft cushions, putting on hot tea and snacks, and putting on a warm foot stove before leaving.

Xu Hao, who was watching coldly, said that if he went to his own school to study, he would be treated like this and was originally quite at ease, but why did he feel so dazzling after changing the environment?

At this time, the teacher was excited and got up and walked to Mu Ang's seat, asking him to read "The Next Mencius". Unexpectedly, Mu Ang couldn't even read a word. Xu Hao almost laughed out loud, and it seemed that the teacher was new.

Facing his boss's son, the teacher showed great patience and taught him one by one in person. Unexpectedly, Mu Ang was like a piece of wood, and he forgot after teaching. The teacher continued to read it endlessly, and taught it forty or fifty times in a short article.

Xu Hao saw Mu Ang’s hands playing with something in the sleeves under the table. Thinking that it was the first time we met today, he pretended that he hadn’t seen it.

Until noon, the thirsty teacher waved weakly to let everyone rest for a while. Just as Xu Hao and others got up to see the teacher respectfully, Mu Ang jumped up and rushed out the door like a monkey.

The teacher smiled helplessly and left with a bad look. Feng Quan smiled and said, "In the morning, I told the servants to prepare a few more dishes and let everyone taste them together."

Zhao Hesong took the opportunity to ask, "What's going on with the third young master? He just couldn't recognize a single word?"

"He, that was intentional, and he recognized 180 or so." Feng Quan smiled mysteriously.

"Roasted wood cannot be carved." Zhao Hesong probably understood it. He had seen such a naughty schoolchild when he was a child. His intention was nothing more than a qi teacher. Over time, he let it flow.

At this time, Zhou Peng asked Xu Hao: "It seems that you haven't studied before, why can't you even understand Xiaoya?"

Xu Hao replied: "When I was a child, my sister taught me to read and read, and I never read a book."

"So that's it." Zhou Peng nodded and said enthusiastically: "What do you don't understand in the future? Even if you ask me, I'm afraid you won't have time to teach you."

"Thank you, Brother Zhou, I will give you a piece of slaughter when I look back." Xu Hao said with a smile.

"Oh." Zhou Peng sighed and said with a bitter smile: "I'm not to hide it from you. I have also been a private school teacher, but the country people are petty. At first, more than twenty students can barely make up for my whole family. Later, they gradually delayed with various excuses, saying that the year was not good or that there were a shortage of staff in the fields. Often, only a few students came to class for a few months, and I was so angry that I closed the private school."

Zhao Hesong said: "Then Brother Zhou will still go to the exam next year?"

Zhou Peng nodded: "That's natural. I have no skills except studying. Even if I sell my property, I have to continue taking the exam."

As they were talking, a few boys came in with food boxes. Feng Quan told them to put the food on. The two scholars pretended to refuse, but they sat on the dining table. Xu Hao sat down directly, picked up the dishes and ate.

"Yes, don't be polite." Feng Quan praised and asked with a smile: "Brother Xu is a local?"

"From Xiaojia Village."

"oh."

Feng Quan stopped asking any more and his attitude became three-pointer. It seemed that he knew who the Xu family in Xiaojia Village was.

After lunch, Xu Hao walked alone in the inner house. As he walked, there was a two-tall pink wall in front of him, with the arch open and no one guarded him.

Since no one was taking care of him, Xu Hao walked in and saw that it was a garden. The path under his feet was paved with white stones. There was a fish pond in front of him, about two or three acres in size, and there were many willows planted around him.

It is already winter now, everything is full of music, nothing is good to look at, but you can imagine the beautiful scenery in spring and summer.

There is a long corridor beside the pond, which is carved with carved railings. Outside is a row of ancient pine trees, which are of varying length and size, with hundreds of them. It seems that at the end of the corridor is an octagonal pavilion.

Xu Hao stopped in the corridor and did not take the opportunity to find out, but turned around and returned.

On the Shufang Pavilion, there are various famous poems and paintings hanging on the walls, floating embroidered muzhu curtains, precious ancient cauldrons and treasures, and endless exquisite decorations. Mu Ningxue was painting carefully under the window.

Zhiyan on the side said, "It seems that the man is a gentleman, and he turned around and left."
Chapter completed!