Poor Family

  Chapter 14 Yao Laoniuer

Lushan Academy was jointly funded and built by several squires from Xiaohe Township, but in the end it became one of the political achievements of Tangyin County magistrate, but there are also benefits in doing so. Therefore, Lushan Academy became one of the eight primary schools attached to the county school. I have become a government-run school, and I have connections with county schools when I study here.

  Different from the martial arts in the Tang Dynasty, the Song Dynasty had a very strong reading atmosphere, and Tangyin County had a strong literary style. People from Xiaohe Township who were a little better off sent their children to study here.

  The school is divided into three rooms according to the academic level of the students: large, middle and small, but they are all taught by the same master, and there is only one master in the whole school.

Master is taken from the meaning of "a teacher is like a father", which is also the respectful name for teachers in the Song Dynasty. The master of Lushan Academy is surnamed Yao Mingding, who was born in Juren. He used to teach in the county school. He quarreled, and he was also a native of Xiaohe, so Xuezheng sent him to teach in Lushan Academy.

  Yao Dingnian is about fifty years old. His body is so thin that there is no fat, but his spirit is extremely hale and hearty. He is also known in the county school for being shrewd and strict.

  At this time, in the teacher's room, Mr. Yao's father was asking about Li Yanqing who just entered school today.

   "What's the name?"

   "Student Li Yanqing, from Liwen Village."

  Yao Ding glared at him, "I didn't ask where you are from, but you answered what I asked, did you hear that?"

   "The students heard it!" Li Yanqing lowered his head helplessly.

   "Is there any table word?"

"not yet."

   "Well! This is not urgent, you can take it before the age of twenty, let me ask you, why do you want to come to school to study?"

This is a question that every child must ask when entering school. Each child has a different state and answers differently. Most of them are influenced by their parents. They want to be listed on the gold list, become officials and make a fortune, etc. There are also very few children with high levels who will answer, Reading is for loyalty to the king and serving the country.

But why Li Yanqing wanted to study, he didn't quite understand. He hated the imperial examinations in his heart, and he didn't want to be named on the gold list at all. All gone.

   "I want to read more books!" This can be regarded as a reason! Reading is a great pleasure in itself.

  Yao Ding may have heard such an answer for the first time. He tilted his head and looked at Li Yanqing for a long time. He was somewhat interested in this child, and asked again: "Have you ever read?"

   “I have read a few at home.”

   "Go! Silence an Analects."

  Li Yanqing has already discovered that the teacher's rigor is not because he is only six years old, so he kicks himself into the primary school room, but teaches students in accordance with their aptitude, first of all, they have to take the entrance examination.

  There is a table, paper and pen next to it, Li Yanqing sat down at the front of the table, raised a pen and asked, "Which one does Master want me to silent on?"

  Yao Ding was taken aback, "Which one can you silence?"

   "Students can be silent."

  Yao Ding was so surprised that he could memorize it all by heart. He would have to take a good test another day, so he stroked his beard and said, "Then just read Gongye's novel silently!"

  Li Yanqing took up a pen and wrote: The son called Gongye the elder: 'You can be a wife. Although it is in prison, it is not a crime. 'With his sons and wives. '

  Zi said to Nanrong: "If a country has the way, it will not be abolished; if the country has no way, it will not be punished." ’ Take his brother’s son as his wife.

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  Yao Ding stood beside him watching his silent scriptures, and couldn't help but secretly nodded. This kid's handwriting is good, and he can silent the entire Analects at the age of six. Obviously, his family has profound education.

  Thinking of family education, Yao Ding asked again with a smile: "Yanqing, who is your father?"

   "My father's name is Taboo Daqi, a member of the Li clan."

  Hearing that he is the son of Li Daqi, Yao Ding's face suddenly darkened, 'Pa! ’ After closing the book, he walked away, and said coldly when he reached the door, "You go to the middle school room to study!"

  Li Yanqing was puzzled, did his father offend him? On the first day they met, he made a face for himself, and he was not happy anymore, so he strode into the middle school room next door with a cold face.

  Yao Ding looked at his back and snorted coldly.

  The middle school rooms are basically for students aged eight to ten. There are about thirty or forty people. The room is very spacious and does not seem crowded.

At this time, the master is teaching the students in the elementary school to read, and the students in the middle school are writing silent scriptures. Although the classroom is very quiet, the students are doing a lot of little tricks, such as making faces, writing notes, fisting, There are only a very small number of students who are fighting grass and crickets, and really write with confidence.

   It’s no wonder, one class lasts for one morning, how can these active boys hold back.

  Li Yanqing walked into the room, only to see Li Er desperately beckoning to him, pointing to an empty seat next to him.

  Li Yanqing went to the empty seat and sat down, countless pairs of eyes looked at him, ‘Ha! Another idiot from Li Wencun. ’ I don’t know who made a weird cry, and the whole room roared with laughter.

  At this moment, there was a loud coughing sound outside the door, and the room was suddenly silent, and every child began to pretend to write.

I saw their teacher and father walking in with square steps, carrying a cloth bag in his hand, he walked up to Li Yanqing directly, put the cloth bag on his table, "Your things are all in there, all family names , Thousand-Character Wen has already been learned in the primary school room, and now I am teaching Gongye's long novel in "The Analects of Confucius". Although you have already mastered it, you still follow my rules. , Doubling the wrongdoing, hand it in tomorrow morning."

   After finishing speaking, Yao Ding picked up his bamboo whip and whipped it at a student next to him. It was him who made a strange cry just now, which caused a roar of laughter.

   After lashing out a few times, Yao Ding turned his head and glared at the students, "If I hear any noise again, no one should go back tonight."

  The students were silent, no one dared to look up again, Yao Ding turned around and went to the next door, the student who was beaten just now viciously drew a cow on a piece of blank paper, with a **** long sword stuck in the cow.

Li Yanqing opened his schoolbag, and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and a thin volume of "The Analects of Confucius". Yesterday, Housekeeper Yang had already paid ten pennies for him. This is the cost of his textbooks and school supplies for the next five years. , but the ten guan money is obviously not enough, but since it is a government-run school, the county will bear the shortfall.

  Elementary school takes five to seven years, and then each family considers their children's academic performance before considering their future. If they are not suitable for studying, they will go home to work in agriculture.

  If the family is poor and successful in their studies, they can take the county school exam. If they pass the exam, they can enter the county school to study. The county subsidy is one liter and four Hemi per day.

Of course, in the Song Dynasty, there were no catering workers, and all the prefectures and counties turned over their finances. They were all poor, and there was no money or grain to subsidize the students. It was just because Tangyin was a major grain-producing county, and there was a little surplus food, and the school atmosphere was strong. , it is possible to give some subsidies to poor students, and the imperial court will not object to this kind of student assistance, so they turn a blind eye to it.

   But there is no need to think about such a long-term matter now, Li Yanqing saw a small bucket of clear water on the aisle, so he stepped forward to scoop some water into the inkstone with a wooden spoon, sat down and slowly grinded the ink.

  At this time, Li Er wrote a note and threw it on his desk, and saw that it said, 'Beware of King Gui's disowning power. '

  Li Yanqing couldn't help laughing.

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   There was more than half an hour of lunch break. The students living in the town went home separately, while the rest of the students gathered in twos and threes to chat and play. Many children even brought snacks for lunch.

Li Yanqing reserved two steamed buns in the morning to fill his stomach at noon. At this time, he was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back, and he just wanted to find a quiet place to eat his steamed buns, but Li Er was like a follower The same followed behind him.

  Li Yanqing climbed up the wall, and Li Er also climbed up, sat beside him, took out a piece of leftover pancake from the oil paper bag and handed it to Li Yanqing, "Eat mine, the one with meat."

Li Yanqing unceremoniously took it over and ate a couple of mouthfuls. It turned out to be minced mutton with shallots, but it was a little salty. It was probably made of bacon, but it was still extremely delicious. Seeing that he was eating deliciously, Li Er handed him another piece. Yanqing didn't want it anymore, just try it out, if you eat too much it will spoil your stomach.

  Li Yanqing took a bite of the steamed bun, and asked again: "Why didn't you see Master at noon?"

  Li Er curled his lips, "Old cow will go to sleep when he is full of grass, and he can't be shaken during his nap time. Even if he throws a firecracker beside his bed, he won't wake up."

   Right at this moment, Li San ran over in a panic, "Brother Qing, Wang Gui and Tang Huai are here to trouble you."

  Li Yanqing raised his head, and saw a dozen or so children, surrounded by two rich officials in brocade, walking quickly towards this side.

  (end of this chapter)