The next morning, when the hour of Mao arrived, and a glimmer of dawn had just appeared in the sky. The maid Xiaofeng came to Yang Cong's bed and called out easily: "Master, Master, it's time to get up."

Yang Cong opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the unfamiliar bed, and then looked at the pretty Xiaofeng in front of him, with a little confused look in his eyes.

When Xiaofeng saw him like this, she couldn't help but said anxiously: "Master, get up quickly. If you are late to go to school, Mr. Yan should complain again. If the old man knows, he should get angry again."

Damn, Mr. Yan complained, it seems that the consequences are very serious!

Upon hearing this, Yang Cong got up from the bed and stood in front of Xiaofeng with a whoosh. Then he opened his arm, as if he was about to hug Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng subconsciously covered her mouth and shrank back, and almost screamed in fear.

However, she was not afraid that Yang Cong would hug her, she was frightened by Yang Cong's quick actions.

In the past, the eldest young master was slowly getting up. Sometimes, if he didn't pull him, he couldn't lie down. Today he jumped up, which really scared her.

She was stunned for a moment, then she picked up the clothes hanging by the bed and put them seriously for Yang Cong.

Under her service, Yang Cong put on his clothes, washed up quickly, picked up the fresh porridge brought in by the bear and drank a few sips. Then he quickly walked to the front yard, got on the carriage that had been prepared, and took the fat tiger and the thin monkey to Hui'an County School.

Hui'an County School is just near the county government office. It is a large courtyard covering an area of ​​nearly 20 acres. In the middle is a spacious and bright university hall, surrounded by dormitories, canteens, and thatched cottages.

At this time, the county school did not have a fixed regulation. What it was built mainly depends on the local wealth. If it was a poor county, there might be only a few low bungalows, such as Hui'an, who were originally relatively wealthy, and there was also the Yang family, the richest man in Quanzhou. The county school was naturally built in a relatively high-end, elegant and upscale manner.

At this moment, there is no fixed number of scholars in a county, which is about fifty to one hundred. Not everyone will come to the county school, because most scholars are old and have no hope of passing the imperial examination again. Some are forced to work and make money by life. Therefore, there are only about twenty students in the entire Hui'an County School, and most of them are poor scholars, because rich scholars can go to the prefecture city or even the provincial capital to study, and the conditions there are definitely better than those in the county school.

He hurried to the county school, naturally wanted to inquire about the situation of Mr. Chen, but he was stunned when he walked into the school with a bookcase.

The reason why he was stunned was not that there was no one in the school. There were many people in the school now, and almost all the students were there. Moreover, it was not time for teaching yet, so you could ask someone who was the one who was there.

However, he ignored a very important issue, that is, the ordinary people's hatred of wealth.

The mentality of hatred seems to have existed since ancient times. When he came in, except for a few students who greeted him enthusiastically, the other students ignored him at all. Moreover, the seats of other students and students were clearly separated. The real scholars were all gathered in front, while several students gathered in the back, with several small tables separated by them.

As the saying goes, everything is inferior, but only high school students are good at studying. At this time, scholars generally look down on rich people, especially poor scholars who have fame and fortune are the most hated to the rich.

Because they are mentally unbalanced and seriously unbalanced, why do they, scholars who are famous, live a poor life, while you ignorant vendors live a very relaxed life?

They are scholars with fame and fortune, and they are already half a gentry. They are even worse than half a lowly peddlers. It's unfair!

It is precisely because of this gap between status and actual life that scholars who are truly famous in county schools basically ignore them, such ignorant rich children, and there is no intersection between them.

Yang Cong has not completely digested his previous memories at this moment, and he has not remembered this for a long time. When he saw this situation, he was really a little confused.

After all, he didn't have the courage to come forward and make things boring. These poor scholars could make people feel so sad when they spoke, and they might not necessarily know who the surname Chen was.

He was stunned for a moment, and sat at his table under the eager greeting of several students. Then, while dealing with these people's flattery, he was considering who to ask Mr. Chen for information about Mr. Chen.

He was thinking about it all, and the whole school suddenly became quiet. The student beside him suddenly looked frightened and quickly returned to his seat, sat upright, pretending to be a good baby.

What's going on?

It turned out that at this time, Mr. Yan, who was in charge of teaching, had already come in. He was hiding a bamboo ruler behind him and looking around.

Seeing this, Yang Cong subconsciously tightened his heart and his body couldn't help but sit straight.

At this time, he remembered everything.

This old man is extremely fierce!

There is no saying that corporal punishment is not allowed now. Now the focus is on filial sons under the stick, and strict teachers produce high disciples!

Mr. Yan is famously strict. When he teaches, no matter how whispers, no matter who dares not sit up straight and listens carefully, he will definitely come over and let you reach out and then wave the bamboo ruler to your palm and suck it!

Moreover, after he gets the shot, he will sue his parents. Which parent dares to favor his son? I'm sorry, take your son with you, get out!

He seems to have all these cases been beaten by him and sued him. His family members dare not mess around, so no one in the county school is afraid of him.

It's so dangerous, so dangerous. Fortunately, this old guy hasn't seen this place yet, otherwise, I'll have to eat this fried pork with bamboo shoots today.

Yang Cong was still feeling upset, but Mr. Yan had already knelt down on the podium. He glanced coldly around and saw that all the students were standing there with a serious look on their faces. Then he snorted coldly, put down the bamboo ruler, and said seriously: "Today I will talk about "The Book of Rites. Prince Wen's Eighth"."

Immediately afterwards, he took out a book from the bookcase next to the table, slowly opened it, held it in front of him, and started to recite it with a shaking head.

The movements of the students below were almost exactly the same as his, and even the angle of the book was similar to the amplitude of his brain. Only Yang Cong, who was just a new arrival, seemed to be half a beat slower. Fortunately, the book in the book box was exactly "The Book of Rites", so he was stunned for a moment and quickly followed the rhythm, otherwise the board would have been inevitable today.

Mr. Yan and all the students took to read the article "Book of Rites. Prince Wen's Eight" three times before he put down the book in his hand and explained it word by word.

This ancient text is indeed a bit profound and difficult to understand, but everyone here has read the "Four Books and Five Classics", and has read it for about ten years. Everyone knows the general meaning of each sentence. It is actually meaningless to explain his own understanding again. It is better to say directly that if this sentence is used as an imperial examination question, how should you organize the language to answer it?

After listening to it for a while, Yang Cong felt bored. Although everyone understands this ancient text differently, the basic meaning is similar. Mr. Yan is not a knowledgeable scholar and cannot express any deep artistic conception at all. It sounds like there is no meaning at all.

He simply pretended to be listening carefully, but he thought about revenge in his mind. What is this Mr. Chen’s identity? How can he avenge this slap?

He looked at Mr. Yan's slightly gray beard unconsciously, and suddenly had an idea.
Chapter completed!