The Shen family now lacks everything, but there are no rooms. This Taohua Village is remote and has no land worthless, so naturally the house is built very large.

The three rooms in the Nanshu Room are all dominated by the Yao Room, so even the smallest Chen Xi has its own room.

At this time, Chen Xi lit an oil lamp, watching the moths flapping their wings and sprinting towards the gauze, but it was blocked by the thin gauze and could not fly in.

The Taohua villagers have simple customs, so naturally there is no nightlife to talk about. They make sunrise and sunset, and the year is repeated again and again.

Seeing that spring is coming, the night in Taohua Village has become particularly quiet.

The plan for the year lies in spring. Spring represents sowing and is the critical moment to determine the harvest of the year. Therefore, the villagers dare not be careless at this time and rest early, for fear that they will get sick and miss farming when they are busy in spring.

Just when Shen Xi was a little irritated, the door opened with a "creaking" sound. Zhou came from outside, staring at the oil lamp in a daze, and was stunned. He was shocked and asked anxiously: "Baby, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

Chen Xi was shocked, quickly put away the gloomy look on his face, looked up at Zhou, and smiled: "Mom, I'm fine, isn't it just that I haven't gone to school? I don't care yet!"

Seeing Chen Xi comforting himself in reverse, Zhou sneered, twisted his ears, and said, "You are the ones who are poor."

Chen Xi put aside his unhappiness, looked at Zhou with some confusion, and asked, "Mom, why don't you sleep so late?"

"Are you worried about you? Come and have a look?" Zhou said lightly.

Chen Xi was a little moved, then fell on the bed and giggled, "Mom, you underestimate me too much. I told you, I am really the Star Lord of Wenqu, you can't tell others."

"Boy, are you talking nonsense again?"

Zhou glared at Chen Xi's eyes with dissatisfaction and surprisingly did not beat him up.

Chen Xi smiled, his little eyes were full of satisfaction: "Mom, don't worry about me in the future, I will find a way to study sooner or later."

"What can you do if you are a little baby?" Zhou said unbelievable.

Chen Xi shook his head: "Mom, I'm a Wenqu"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou interrupted him: "Okay, don't talk nonsense anymore. Your father has been in the Wang Yuan's house in the county town for six years. I believe he knows a lot of people there. If you have the chance in the future, I will definitely send you out."

When Zhou turned around, she was quietly wiping her tears. Originally, she was here to comfort Chen Xi, but she felt sorry for her parents in the world, but in fact she was the one who needed comfort the most.

"Mom, don't lie to me. Our family is so poor, where can I have money to study? Even if a teacher is willing to teach me, our family can't afford the tuition. Save money and buy you more clothes for your mother."

When Zhou heard this, he sighed slightly, and then he looked hateful: "Hmph, I will go to your aunt to collect debts tomorrow, and then take you to find your father's dead man with the money. I will be happy in the county town, and I don't care about the life and death of our mother and son. Otherwise, who dares to bully us?"

"Mom, Dad gave us a basket of eggs last time, and asked someone to send a message to you, saying that you would hide it secretly and cook it for me every few days, but you took most of it to the kitchen by yourself. Are you stupid, are you stupid?"

Zhou glared at him, and saw that Chen Xi was still so obliged to be beaten. Finally, he was sure that he had nothing to do. He twisted his little arm hard: "You stupid guy, how dare you say I'm stupid? Look, I won't beat you to death, a little thing I deserve to be beaten!"

After making a fuss in the room for a while, Zhou left the door and told him before leaving: "Stupid brat, it's still cold, don't kick the quilt. I will see your quilt falling to the ground tomorrow, and I will beat you up."

Listening to my mother's footsteps gradually moving away, Chen Xi chuckled, got up and blew out the oil lamp, and leaned back on the bed, seeing the hazy moonlight pouring into the house through the thin window paper, I didn't know what I was thinking, and I fell asleep in a daze.

Time flies, and the years pass by. In the blink of an eye, the sunken stream has arrived in this world almost for a year.

From the beginning of his eyes to the moment when he was feeling casually in his heart, he has adapted to the days when he has not been drunk for several consecutive months of fishing and saliva every day.

The hard days are so hard that Chen Xi looked blankly at Dalang, who was returning home while the school was resting, sitting on the bench at the door, holding the university with a decent look on his face and chanting loudly.

"The way of university is to be clear about virtue, to be close to the people, and to stop at the highest good"

The sound of reading came, but it didn't feel good to Shen Xi's ears. From Dalang's reading sound, Chen Xi thought that he should have begun to systematically study the Four Books and Five Classics.

Generally speaking, to be admitted to the scholar, you must be familiar with the collection of chapters and sentences of the Four Books compiled by Zhu Xi, as well as the Five Classics Annotations, the Filial Piety, the Zhou Li, the Warring States Policy, and Mandarin. The most important of these are the four books such as the University, the Analects of Confucius, Mencius, and the Doctrine of the Mean.

Zhu Xi believes that when studying in a person, one must first go to university to determine its scale; then read the Analects of Confucius to establish its roots; then read Mencius to observe its development; then read the Doctrine of the Mean to seek the subtleties of the ancients. Now Dalang has begun to involve university, and I believe that the rest of the three books will be systematically studied.

After mastering these contents, learn how to write the eight-legged essay, and select the yi essay from the Five Classics as this sutra. Dalang, who has the father of a scholar, can participate in the county and prefecture examinations. If he is lucky and obtains the qualification of a child, he can go to the provincial capital to participate in the college examination and achieve the fame of a scholar.

Chen Xi had no choice but to envy, jealous and hate this.

Two months passed in a blink of an eye, and Shen Yuan, the sixth-bedroom family, had been sent to a private school in the county.

Spring is over. In May, the orioles are growing, the sky is blue, and the clear stream is shining with golden light by the bright sun above.

It was still next to the stream, and the ones sitting were still Chen Xi and Xiao Pangdun. Yang Wenzhao still likes to be clingy and is like a follower and can't drive away no matter how hard he is.

"Little cousin, you always took me to the mountains when you came here, why don't you play with me anymore?"

Chen Xi nodded subconsciously, then shook his head again, and said in a slightly lessoned tone: "If it's okay, go and play by yourself, don't bother me."

Yang Wenzhao looked frustrated: "Little cousin, you used to treat me the best. I begged my mother to take me back just to play with you. How can you say I'm annoying?"

Chen Xi turned his head and said meaningfully: "I will grow up when people will grow up, and you will grow up, and your mood will be different when you grow up. When you were a child, you like toys, and when you grow up, you will always have fun and loyalty. You can't always expect people to stay unchanged when they are born. Are you right?"

Yi's words made Yang Wenzhao stunned. How could he understand these words at this age?

Chen Xi suddenly felt that he was too bored. He was also a university lecturer and professor for several years. He actually used the preaching trick to dispense this little kid who was playing with him. If he talked about it, he might make people laugh.

Yang Wenchao said: "Little cousin, if you don't play with me, no one will play with me. They all said that I am young and bullied me, only my cousin, you won't bully me."

When I was a child, choosing a playmate was the most subjective and general. Even Chen Xi didn’t know that his mentality could actually be integrated into this thin body trick. Did you fight with your fifth brother the day before yesterday?"

"Yes, little cousin, my fifth cousin hates me so much. He always likes to bully me, so I fought with him. Seeing that I always fight, my mother wanted to take me home."

While speaking, Yang Wenzhao's tone became depressed.

Seeing him crying, Chen Xi smiled: "Actually it's not your business."

Yang Wenzhao looked at Chen Xi in confusion when he heard this. Chen Xi could only explain patiently: "It's a matter of time before your mother wants to go back, it doesn't matter if you fight with the fifth brother. Besides, what can adults care about with you two children?"

Yang Wen looked at Chen Xi and asked, "Oh, can I see my little cousin again in the future?"

Seeing Yang Wenzhao's silly look, Chen Xi added a sense of love to him. He immediately patted his shoulder with a smile on his face: "Yes, your mother will come back often in the future. When you come with him, won't you see me? Maybe in the future, I will visit your house. It's a pity that you are too young now and can't walk far away."

When Yang Wenzhao heard this, he felt relieved, and the sorrow of parting was gradually thrown behind his head. He only smiled and said, "Little cousin, it turns out that you really don't want to play with me. It would be great if you could stay for a few more days. My mother said that she would ignore her father for the rest of her life. I think it's actually good to stay here, but the food is not very good."

Chen Xi couldn't help but smile. How could a child understand the adult world? If my aunt hadn't quarreled with her uncle, she wouldn't have brought Yang Wen back to her parents' home.

The hard days have been too long, who doesn’t want to live a comfortable life in the city? My aunt is also angry. Now that a few months have passed, she has recovered and always cares about her husband’s goodness.

Chen Xi's two aunts, one who married Linxian and one who married Fucheng, had a way out, especially Yang Wenzhao's father, who was also the shopkeeper of a pharmacy in Fucheng. Yang Wenzhao would probably want his son to inherit his father in the future.

Chen Xi pulled Yang Wenzhao over and said with a smile: "You are in the pharmacy every day. Have you learned some skills from your father?"

Yang Wenzhao thought about it and shook his avatar like a rattle.

Chen Xidao: "Then I will teach you a trick, I'll see."

Chen Xi took Yang Wenzhao to the riverside, found a slightly poisonous grass in the grass, crushed it with stones, and threw it down in a quiet pool at the turn of the stream. In a short while, more than a dozen yellow fish flowing down the stream were floating up with their stomachs.

Chen Xi greeted, "Take off your clothes quickly and take a fish."

Yang Wenzhao immediately took off his clothes and handed them to Chenxi. At this time, Chenxi was like an elder who was playing with children in the mountains, supporting his clothes with bamboo branches and blocking the exit of the pool.

Soon, the fish that had noticed that there was a problem with the water quality of the pool wanted to swim out of the exit of the pool, but were blocked by the cloth bag. Chen Xi took Yang Wenzhao to drop the grass in his hand, put the cloth bag away, and several yellow fish wrapped in it.

This yellow fish is called slate fish by locals. It is the most common fish in the mountains of Fujian Province. The meat is extremely delicate and tender.

"Go home."

Chen Xi greeted her and Yang Wenzhao was wearing a single dress and followed happily.

When he returned home, Chen Xi found a basin of clear water and threw several stone slabs into the basin. The fish that was about to die gradually came alive and came to the water surface to keep bubbled. Yang Wenzhao smiled so much that Zhang Xiao’s face was full of wrinkles, like a meat bun.

Yang Wenzhao was so impressed by Chen Xi's methods that he asked happily: "Little cousin, what's going on? Aren't these fish dead?"

Chen Xi smiled faintly and said, "It's not that he died, but he was temporarily anesthetized by the drunk fish grass. When the medicine is over, he will naturally wake up. You don't understand these things. If you learn medical theory and pharmacology from your father in the future, you will be able to figure out these things yourself. If you have the chance, you have to learn from your father, don't waste your studies."

Yang Wenzhao nodded with a little longing.

The mother who was recruiting the two of them walked into the yard and saw them squatting on the ground. She looked up at her and then asked in surprise: "Xiaolang, is this the stone slab caught by you and your cousin?"

When Chen Xi heard this, he raised his head and smiled at her: "Yes, aunt, are you leaving?"

Yang Wenzhao's mother smiled and nodded, pulling Yang Wenzhao, who was unhappy, from the ground: "Yes, I'm going back to the city. A caravan happened to pass by, and I followed them Wenzhao and said goodbye to my cousin."

Yang Wenzhao stood up and looked at Chen Xi with anticipation: "Little cousin, you remember to come to the city to see me when you have time in the future."

Chen Xi looked at Yang Wenzhao's nostalgic expression and nodded vigorously: "Okay, I will go see you when I have time!"

Yang Wenzhao looked at the surrounding scenery reluctantly, then took his mother's hand a little disappointedly, and left after three steps.

Chen Xi suddenly felt a little disappointed and moved in his heart. This feeling was strange. Although he and Yang Wenzhao were more than 20 years apart in his psychological age, when he needed a playmate, only Yang Wenzhao had truly become friends with him over the years.

Friendship is valuable. Perhaps only as a child, there were not so many intrigues. When older, from family to court, they were full of intrigue. Confucianism emphasizes the doctrine of the mean, but few can really do it, and more of them are fighting for fame and profit.

So in a sense, Yang Wenzhao is a friend who has no interest in Chen Xi.

Chen Xi lowered his head, and suddenly there were people who wanted to get out of the mountains with great strength. Studying, imperial examinations, becoming officials, struggling and advancing from the officialdom step by step, pursuing fame and fame. If not, even if he became a businessman who was rich and could rival a country in the Ming Dynasty, he was still at the lowest level of society, taking away life and death, and his destiny was controlled by others.

All things are inferior, only those who are good at studying, have mastered their knowledge of literature and martial arts, and are sold to the imperial family. They are the real heroes in this world. Otherwise, they are like fish in the basin of water in front of them, they can only be enclosed within a small range, and cannot enter rivers or even rivers and seas.

But Chen Xi knew that with his current conditions, there was no way for him to open an education school. If he could not enter a private school, his teacher would become a master. As the saying goes, his teacher would become a master without a master would inevitably decline. To increase his experience, flow with the times, and get out of the mountains is the first step.
Chapter completed!