Chapter 40
After the class, Song Douding and Pang Pangshan were so tired that they drank tea like crazy.
Dear mother, they finally know why Master drinks water like crazy every time he finishes his lecture.
It turns out that giving a formal lecture is so tiring!
After finishing the class, the little kids recited the words they learned seriously.
After I carried it, I was immediately liberated and ran towards my mother.
"Mother, mother!"
"I can read again!"
"Mom, I'm hungry!"
Aunt Hua hugged the two dolls.
Oops, it's obviously the same as in the morning, there are still two tweets, but no matter how you look at them now, they feel strange.
How come these two kids in his family are so cute and so annoying!
"Second baby, third baby, look at how awesome your eldest brother is!" Pang Pang's mother picked up the third baby and looked at Pang Pangshan with a tone of pride, "You must learn from eldest brother in the future and become as powerful as eldest brother. people."
Erwa gnawed her fingers and nodded heavily.
Aunt Zhang picked up her baby and couldn't help but ask Zhou Ziyan: "Master Zhou, can our family really learn to read from Douding and the others?"
In just a few days, their baby can now read!
Moreover, we were still in Master Zhou's home school, so it seemed like a fantasy in a dream.
"Aunts, you trust Douding and trust me. It's not too late for me to be grateful." Facing the elders, Zhou Ziyan did not dare to wave his fan to show off. He just said respectfully, "Since Douding and the others are also willing, I am the master. Of course I won't stop you."
Aunt Hua said quickly: "Master Zhou, you are too polite. How dare we dislike Douding? Douding's reputation is now better than that of our alley! There is also Dashan. Who doesn't know that there are three loud noises in our alley now?" Even the county magistrate knows about my doll."
Zhou Ziyan said with a smile: "Auntie, if you continue to praise like this, those three children will probably have their tails raised."
Pang Pangshan and Song Douding looked at each other and smiled.
Wang Xiaoniu and Jiang Qingqing saw this and slapped them on the head.
Huh, let's make you proud!
Liao Wei'an interjected: "Not only that, now everyone in Ma Ming Academy knows about the three little celebrities in the south of the city. They are young but have the demeanor of gentlemen. They are all looking forward to coming over during the holidays to see them in person."
"This is...?" Neither Aunt Hua nor Aunt Zhang knew Liao Weian.
But although Liao Weian was plainly dressed, he was very elegant and did not look like an ordinary person.
Song Weifeng introduced: "Auntie, this is the new head of our academy, Master Liao."
Liao Weian handed over his hand.
Master Liao?
The master of the academy?
"Oh, Master from Ma Ming Academy?" Aunt Hua was the first to react, "Mom, why did the Master from this big academy come to our alley?"
"Master Zhou and I hit it off, so I came here to visit him." Liao Weian smiled kindly, without the arrogance of other scholars, and instantly won the favor of several aunts and aunts.
Aunt Hua looked at Liao Weian as if she were her own son, her eyes were full of joy, "Looking at the master from the academy, it's just different."
"It's not like those students I've seen before. They don't know where their eyes are turning." Aunt Zhang said angrily, thinking of the scholars she had seen before.
Their family also runs a small business. People come and go, and I don't know how many scholars I have seen.
One by one, they look down on merchants like them.
That's why she held her breath in her heart and didn't want to be a merchant.
Liao Weian's goal this time was Pang Pang Mountain. When he saw it, it was exactly what he imagined.
The eldest son in the family, calm and reliable.
What's even more commendable is that Pang Pangshan is still filial.
"Dashan is a good kid, steady and reliable." Liao Weian himself is a filial son, so he admires Pangshan very much. "Mom, my family is blessed to have this eldest son."
Panda's mother was so excited that she didn't know where to put her hands. She was in a panic and was helpless, "Liao... Master Liao, look at what you said, big mountains, big mountains... Hi!"
"Aunts and aunts, would you like to come to Zhou's house for a half-hour class after Shen Shi?" Zhou said to himself, interrupting everyone's greetings. If the conversation continues like this, he doesn't know when it will end.
Every little baby is going to be hungry!
"Yes, of course I am willing!"
How could the aunts and uncles not be willing to do so? They wished they could attend classes at home all day long!
"Song Douding, Pang Pangshan, come here!" Zhou Ziyan called the two children and held one in each hand. "A few aunts and uncles agreed, but we have to tell you a prerequisite first. When you lecture, the master will be there to listen. If you make a mistake, A place just waiting to hit the palm of your hand."
Zhou Ziyan said this to scare the two children so that they would not become arrogant.
It also gives peace of mind to aunts and uncles, as they don't have to worry about their children being taught bad things.
"Master Xie, we will definitely take it seriously!" Song Douding and Pang Pangshan bowed their heads and promised seriously.
Then he turned to the aunts and aunts in front of him, bowed his head again, and promised equally seriously, "Aunt Hua, Aunt Zhang, and Aunt Pang, don't worry, since we choose to teach the children to read, we will definitely take it seriously and never let them down. Your trust."
"Okay, okay!" Aunt Hua said three good words in a row.
Pang Pang Niang got close to Song Douding and touched Song Douding's head, "You are all good babies. Auntie must thank you for remembering us poor neighbors who cannot read."
"Dou Ding, Dashan, when you pass by Auntie's house from now on, feel free to come in for a drink of water and snacks!" Aunt Zhang felt that today's trip was not in vain.
I was not familiar with Song Douding and Pang Pangshan before, but now I know why they are famous in Maminggou.
I just hope that the children in my family will be as sensible and sensible as these children in the future. That is enough.
"It's getting late. Let's go home this morning, so as not to starve the children." Zhou Ziyan patted Song Douding on the head, "Douding, you can discuss the issue with Auntie and the others whether to accept it or not. If Collect it, how you want to collect it, how much you want to collect it, you have to think clearly about it yourself."
Since the children started this matter, it is natural for them to finish it by themselves.
He also wanted to see how they would handle this matter.
Song Douding stood at attention, "Yes! Master, don't worry!"
"School is over! School is over!"
Wang Xiaoniu ran under the tree, took out a rag, wiped her small table, then picked up the small bundle and waited for Song Douding to finish wiping the table.
Pang Pangshan, Ergun, and Jiang Qingqing followed closely behind, and they all wiped their small tables before leaving.
Song Weifeng saw this and asked in confusion: "Brother Zhou, what is this?"
Zhou Ziyan explained: "They don't know who they learned from. Now they wipe the table twice a day, once before class and again after school."
"This proves that they take school very seriously." Liao Wei'an clasped his hands behind his back and nodded frequently, "Master Zhou, you students are very thoughtful."
Several aunts and uncles were not ignorant. They rolled up their sleeves one after another and wanted to help Zhou Ziyan with some work.
But Zhou Ziyan didn't dare to let the elders take action, so he and Song Weifeng coaxed and persuaded several elders to leave.
After the aunts and uncles left, only Song Weifeng and Liao Weian were left in the Zhou family.
Without the outsiders around, Zhou Ziyan could finally slump his shoulders and relax, "What, do you want to have a meal here?"
"Master Zhou, Master Song and I came all the way from the academy, so we can't even miss a dinner." Liao Weian took advantage of the fact that Song Weifeng was also here, so he had the courage to make a request, "Master Zhou, long time no see." , I miss your craftsmanship."
Zhou Ziyan thought for a while, found two rags and a broom, and threw them into the hands of Liao Weian and Song Weifeng. "Then work first! Help me clean up here."
"Okay." Liao Weian put away the rag and was ready to wipe the table at any time.
Song Weifeng held the long broom and was at a loss, "..."
Master Liao is so used to it, but he is so used to it!
What was the relationship between these two masters when they were in Qingjing Province, and they were so close to each other?
The dignified Master Liao is actually willing to clean the table for Brother Zhou? !
While thinking, Liao Weian had already started to clean a table.
Song Weifeng didn't dare to lag behind in front of his master, so he quickly swept up the floor as well.
This small courtyard is only used for reading and writing.
The students in class cherish the environment in which they go to school, so it is not dirty.
Zhou said he only wanted to make a joke when he asked them to work.
Liao Weian and Song Weifeng didn't wait long before they stopped and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner together.
If Zhou Ziyan was the only one talking about himself, he could just do whatever he wanted.
But now that guests are coming to the house, don't sit idle. If you want to eat, come and help!
Liao Weian: "..."
He has never been in the kitchen in his life, how dare Master Zhou ask him to help!
Zhou Ziyan said, if you don't know how to cook, why don't you know how to pick vegetables?
Well, take the little basket and squat at the door to pick vegetables!
Song Weifeng looked at the figure squatting at the door, so lonely and desolate.
Whatever Brother Zhou asked Zhang Yuan Liao to do, Zhang Yuan Liao would do it without any complaints.
His leader Liao, who was majestic and beloved in the academy, seemed like an ignorant junior to Brother Zhou.
In the end, it was Zhou Ziyan who took on the responsibility of being the chef and showed off his skills, making three dishes and one soup.
Stir-fried pork, seared cabbage, and cold wild vegetables.
There are no chili peppers in Daqing yet, so Sichuan peppercorns are added to the corn soup to increase the spiciness.
Liao Weian hasn't had dinner with Zhou Ziyan for a long time.
At this time, there were familiar dishes in front of them, and the cooks were also familiar people. However, the two of them were not in the familiar Qingjing Province, but in a small town in the south.
Time flies, things change and people change.
I felt dazed for a moment and felt sad.
Song Weifeng put the bowls and chopsticks away for Liao Wei, but found that his Liao Zhangyuan seemed to be stuck in some kind of emotion and couldn't extricate himself. He couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong with Liao Zhangyuan?"
Why was it so good, but suddenly it stopped moving.
"Ignore him, he may be confused by my fragrance." Zhou Ziyan glanced at Liao Weian.
This unsatisfactory thing may start to hurt the spring and autumn again.
Zhou Ziyan rolled up his sleeves and served Song Weifeng more food, "Ignore him and eat quickly."
"Thank you, Brother Zhou." Song Weifeng held his small porcelain bowl with a shy face, but hid it quietly, not wanting to be discovered.
After dinner, Song Weifeng, as the only junior and student here, consciously went to wash the dishes.
Zhou Ziyan cleaned up the mess on the table and said, "Liao Weian, you actually ate four big steamed buns in one meal. Why hasn't Lin Fanji kicked you out yet?"
Liao Weian was nearby and wanted to help, but Zhou Ziyan pushed him out.
Zhou Ziyan knows this Master Liao very well. How can a young master in the capital know how to work? It would be weird if he didn't break his bowls and chopsticks!
"Master Zhou, I haven't seen you for a long time, can you stay overnight?" Liao Weian followed Zhou Ziyan like a little follower. Wherever Zhou Ziyan went, he also went.
It's useless, but follow closely.
Zhou Ziyan shook off the rag in his hand, "I don't have any extra room here."
His small courtyard only has one room in total.
For his enjoyment, he also put in a particularly spacious canopy bed.
There was no room for a second bed.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's not for accommodation, just for discussion." Liao Weian put his hands close to Zhou and said to himself, "To be honest, students have encountered some problems in academic studies recently and want to ask Master Zhou for advice, just like before Same."
Their disciples used to often visit Zhou Ziyan's mansion at night with Mr. Lin.
For many days and nights, several people studied together by candlelight and talked about knowledge at night. It was so happy and indulgent, it was really unforgettable.
"You still have the nerve to bring it up beforehand." Zhou Ziyan was about to have a good talk with Liao Weian. "Tell me about it yourself, when was Lin Fanji and I not arguing, and a few of you useless people were dozing next to each other, or else you were looking at yourself? book. When did you participate in the discussion between me and Lin Fanji? You still have the nerve to say it."
Lin Fanji, that little old man, did not lose his momentum in his territory and often quarreled with him.
The quarrel never ends.
His disciples' ears seemed to be blocked. They could not hear anything and did not stop the fight.
Liao Weian rubbed his hands in his sleeves, feeling really nervous, "You are arguing with the teacher, but we...we don't dare to interrupt."
If they interrupt, they will be beaten by the teacher with a broom in the next moment.
Zhou Ziyan paused and thought of a solution, "Build the floor, do you accept it?"
"Okay, okay." As long as Liao Weian can stay, he can build a bed on the floor.
Song Weifeng finished washing and just came out of the kitchen when he learned that his boss Liao was going to stay here.
What's going on? There were two of us when we came, but he ended up going back alone?
And...when did Liao Zhangyuan become so familiar with Brother Zhou?
"I had a great conversation with Master Zhou. We have many similar ideas, and I would like to take this opportunity to get closer to each other." Liao Wei'an knew that what he did was not very authentic, so he quickly made up for it, "Song student, in this way, tomorrow morning, I will be with you. You go back together, and if you miss the class, Master will make it up for you privately."
"Liao Zhangyuan wants to stay, and the students naturally have no objection, but..." Song Weifeng didn't dare to tell the truth. In fact, he also wanted to stay and get close to Brother Zhou.
But he is different from Liao Zhangyuan, Liao Zhangyuan is a man, he is a brother...
Brother Zhou is the most polite person, so I'm afraid he won't accept it.
Sure enough, Zhou Ziyan had never even thought of letting Song Weifeng stay.
Zhou Ziyan naturally thought that Song Weifeng was going back to the Song family, so he picked up the lantern by the courtyard door and lit the candle in the lantern, "Weifeng, go home early. I'll give you a ride so that Uncle Song and Douding won't worry. ."
Seeing this, Song Weifeng was discouraged.
He just said that Brother Zhou is the most observant and is like a piece of wood.
He still has a long way to go...
Zhou Ziyan picked up a lantern and stayed a hundred meters away, watching Song Weifeng return to the Song family.
Never exceed the rules and leave nothing to say.
"..." Song Weifeng looked back and saw that there was only a little candle flame not far away, which was clearly extinguished.
He couldn't even see Brother Zhou's face.
never mind.
Song Weifeng said softly: "Brother Zhou, please wait a moment."
As he spoke, he opened the door ajar and entered the house.
Zhou Ziyan was waiting where he was.
After a while, Song Weifeng came out with another quilt and walked quickly to Zhou Ziyan, "Brother Zhou, this is a new quilt made at home. You can take it to Zhang Yuan Liao for use."
"No, my family -" Zhou Ziyan was about to refuse, but suddenly remembered that he really didn't have extra bedding!
Song Weifeng smiled and said, "Brother Zhou, I have seen many quilts on the day you moved. Here you go, take it."
How could Song Weifeng notice such a small thing?
He even brought out his newly made bedding to entertain the guests for him.
"Song Luoluo, you are really an exquisite person with seven orifices and a delicate heart." Zhou said to himself that this person is really mean, taking someone else's bedding and insisting on mentioning that nickname.
Song Weifeng would not be angry with Zhou Ziyan, but he still rolled his eyes at Zhou Ziyan and said, "Brother Zhou, why can't you forget this name."
Zhou Ziyan put his head on the quilt and blinked, "Brother Zhou doesn't have any other preferences. He just can't resist cute things. This name is so cute that it's so cute that it's hard to forget."
"...Is it really cute?" Song Weifeng couldn't help but read his name again, but he still didn't find it cute, only funny.
Zhou Ziyan blamed the person in front of him, "Look, you don't remember what I said before, you might as well be like Douding. The name is not important, what is important is the person under the name. The cute one is naturally Song under the name. Student, what I mean by this cuteness is——"
Song Weifeng couldn't believe what he heard.
Brother Zhou said he was cute?
Brother Zhou said he was cute!
Is it possible that Brother Zhou finally understands his thoughts?
Song Weifeng couldn't suppress the smile on his lips, "...is it cute?"
Zhou Ziyan shook his head, "Don't listen to half of what you say. Brother Zhou's cuteness means that he can be both civil and military, and he loves others with virtue. Wei Feng, you are indeed cute, but -"
"..." Song Weifeng's heart just started to rise, and then fell again in an instant.
He just said, Brother Zhou is just stupid, how can he be called cute.
However, Brother Zhou is a piece of wood with a black heart. He is just playing tricks on others and is very annoying.
"Brother Zhou, please leave quickly." Song Weifeng didn't want to hear what was coming, so he turned around and left without stopping.
Those heavy steps made him angry as soon as he heard them.
Zhou Ziyan's voice floated behind him, "Wei Feng, look at you, you only listened to half of what you said. Although Brother Zhou's cuteness refers to being able to be civilized and military, and loving others with virtue, it may not have other meanings."
Song Weifeng froze and did not look back, "Is there anything the other half has not finished saying this time?"
Zhou Ziyan hugged the quilt tightly and said with a smile: "No more, no more, brother Zhou swears, it really is no more."
"Huh." Song Weifeng hummed softly and walked straight home, but he couldn't lower the upturned corners of his lips.
He just said, Brother Zhou is a piece of wood with a black heart.
Zhou Ziyan went home with the quilt in his arms and made a thick and soft floor for Liao Weian.
It's getting cold. If he freezes Lin Fanji's disciples...
Lin Fanji was afraid that he could fight all the way from Qingjing Province.
Liao Weian sat on the floor holding a volume of books, wanting to have a conversation with Zhou Ziyan.
Who knew that Zhou Ziyan was wearing pajamas, sitting at a desk nearby, studying ink and picking up a pen, apparently about to write something.
How could Liao Weian miss it? He immediately went over and found that Zhou Ziyan had neatly coded many calligraphy and paintings on his hand.
After Liao Weian received permission, he looked through them one by one.
They are all simple calligraphy and paintings, some are a few lines of poetry, some are copied from what the saint said first, and some are just good omens such as "good luck, longevity, health," "title on the gold list," etc.
As for the paintings, they are even simpler, just some common flowers, birds, insects and fish.
"Master Zhou, why are you writing this?" Liao Weian was puzzled.
His teacher likes to do calligraphy and painting, and also likes to appreciate calligraphy and painting, but this Mr. Zhou is just the opposite.
Zhou said that when he was in Qingjing Province, he could not write a word in a month, let alone paint.
But Zhou Ziyan's painting skills are lifelike.
His teacher had been studying for a long time, but he didn't know what kind of brushwork Zhou Ziyan used to be able to completely draw the shape and meaning of everything in front of him on paper.
Zhou Ziyan was like this when he was in Qingjing Province. Why did he fall in love with calligraphy and painting when he came to Maminggou?
Once you write it, it's a big pile, just like wholesale!
Zhou Ziyan raised his hand and wrote, "Everything will be prosperous when everything is in harmony at home." "I am forced by life, so I write something and earn some money."
"Earn money?" Liao Weian was even more surprised, "Master Zhou, what the teacher gave you is a silver note!"
"You really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are." Zhou Ziyan put down his pen, "Look at my yard, every piece of furniture, every piece of writing, every piece of writing is free of money. Look at me now, I am white and have nothing. If you can only get out but not get in, you and your master will be able to collect my body in a few years."
"This..." As a young master in the capital, Liao Weian really didn't understand Zhou Ziyan's current situation.
Zhou Ziyan knew Liao Weian's nature well and was not angry. He just sighed: "Lin Fanji, a teacher, teaches you first-class knowledge, but he doesn't take you to see the sufferings of people's livelihood... That's not right either, Lin Fan Ji himself is from an aristocratic family, but I had forgotten this."
Lin Fanji himself had a good family background. He became famous at a young age and became famous in his later years. He had no worries about food and clothing throughout his life.
The few disciples he has accepted are all locals from Qingjing Province. No matter how bad they are, they will never go hungry...
In Daqing, where classes are solidified, they really don't need to consider people's livelihood.
"..." Liao Weian was pointed at Zhou Ziyan's nose and scolded, and he did not dare to refute a word.
Zhou Ziyan gave him some paper and pen, "Come here, write two pieces, draw two pieces before leaving."
Liao Weian had just offended Zhou Ziyan, and now he didn't dare to disobey him. He quickly moved the stool and started writing, "Master Zhou, I'll be here right away."
"You don't need to write well, and don't leave a signature." Zhou Ziyan reminded him, "I know your calligraphy is worth thousands of gold, but the people here only buy calligraphy and paintings for auspicious reasons. No matter how good your writing is, people may not recognize it and don't know it." I'll give you more money."
"I know." Liao Weian nodded.
Hey, he originally wanted to be a scholar, but now he is doing calligraphy and painting.
After Zhou Ziyan finished writing a piece of calligraphy, he put down his pen and said, "Liao Weian, when will you return to Qingjing Province? You won't stay here for the rest of your life, right?"
It's not that he looks down on Maminggou, but the teaching level here is incomparable to Qingjing Province.
Liao Weian, a good student from Qingjing Province, why did he stay in Maminggou for so long?
"..." Liao Weian was silent.
Originally he should have left a month ago to go to his next destination.
But ever since he came to Maminggou, he was often surprised by the people and things around Zhou Ziyan.
Sons of the Song family, daughters of the Wang family, and Pang Pangshan...
The group of students Zhou Ziyan accepted were each more interesting than the last.
His teacher's greatest wish in this life is to have his students compete with Zhou Ziyan's apprentices to see who can teach them better.
I am still waiting for news about him in Qingjing Province...
"For An's sake, this trip is for a study tour. I don't know when I will return."
Liao Wei decided to go back to the academy and write a book to inform the teachers in Qingjing Province about what happened here.
When the time comes, let the teacher worry about it!
Chapter 41
Autumn time is fleeting.
When the first heavy snow fell in Maminggou, the neighbors in Chunliu Lane breathed in the cold air and put on a few more clothes.
The children took off their little coats and put on thick cotton clothes, all looking plump and sturdy.
With a cute little fleshy face, it is as cute as a New Year painting doll.
The lockdown will be over in one month, and the children in class in the courtyard are all of a playful age.
Obviously, my mind started to wander, and I started to feel dazed during class.
In the arithmetic class, Zhou Ziyan first explained how to do arithmetic in a decent manner, and then wrote the topic on the blackboard behind him, "Song Douding owes Wang Xiaoniu nine hundred and seventy cents. The two of them agreed that if they don't pay back, they will get an increase of three cents a day, so five cents will be paid." After ten days, how much will Song Douding have to pay back in total?"
This is a classic question in "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic". He changed the names and numbers and used it as a test question.
"Try the math. It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out."
Zhou Ziyan put down his brush and read his imperial examination book while waiting for the answer.
The five children started scratching their heads as soon as they saw the question.
If you can't figure it out yourself, just communicate in a low voice.
Just the content of this exchange——
"Little girl...where did you get so much money?"
"Douding, since when do you owe me money?"
"Are you stupid? This is a question from the Master. I don't owe you any money!"
Wang Xiaoniu couldn't count, so she chose the stupidest way, counting one day at a time.
A piece of paper was suddenly filled with numbers and days.
However, this method doesn't seem to work.
Pang Pangshan and Song Douding were slightly smarter.
But I am stuck on the fifty days item and I don't know what to do to continue counting.
Only two sticks, guarding their pen and paper, silently.
After burning two sticks of incense, Er Guan raised his hand and said, "Master, Douding wants to pay back one liang and one hundred and twenty cents."
Zhou Ziyan put away the scroll and asked, "How did you calculate it?"
Er Guan raised his arithmetic process and replied seriously: "Master, fifty days can be divided into ten five days. One day will be increased by three cents. Five days will be fifteen cents. Then ten five days will naturally be one hundred cents." Fifty cents. In addition to the nine hundred and seventy cents that Douding borrowed before, one tael of silver is one thousand cents, which is one tael and one hundred and twenty cents."
"Wow!" Wang Xiaoniu looked at the paper full of handwriting and slapped her thigh, "Why didn't I think of it? It counts one day at a time!"
Song Douding and Pang Pangshan also reacted, "Yes, you can take it apart after fifty days."
Zhou Ziyan folded his fan and asked, "Ten and a half days, how did you calculate one hundred and fifty Wen so quickly?"
"Back to Master, Er Guan had an abacus in his mind. He fiddled with it in his mind and figured it out." When Er Guan said this, a trace of confusion appeared on his face, "I don't know why, but as soon as I started arithmetic, the abacus in my mind became clear. Come out, Master, am I possessed by a ghost?"
Zhou said to himself: "..."
This is not a ghost. This is a sign of mental arithmetic.
Learning arithmetic requires a lot of talent. If you don't have talent, you won't be able to figure it out even if you put the problem-solving process in front of you.
This is human sensitivity to numbers.
It's hard to see how talented Er Gu is in arithmetic.
"There are generally three types of people who learn arithmetic. One is those who are extremely talented and can learn the meaning of arithmetic with just a little effort." Zhou Ziyan shook his fan and answered, "The second type is those who have no talent but work extremely hard. This kind of people They may not be proficient in arithmetic, but they can be said to understand arithmetic. This third category...is those who are so untalented that they cannot perceive the subtleties of arithmetic even if they are diligent and diligent."
Song Douding raised his hand, "Are those two sticks considered talented?"
Zhou Ziyan smiled and did not answer, and only told Ergun, "Ergun, since you can have the calculation in your heart, you must be more careful in arithmetic in the future, and you must not let down the calculation in your heart."
Ergun covered his chest, really wanting to know what Zhou Ziyan meant, and bowed his hands, "Yes! Master, I understand!"
"This question uses a new meaning of arithmetic, multiplication." Zhou Ziyuan nodded on the table and asked the children to open the "Algorithm Tongzong" on the small desk. "The so-called Pa Di Jin is the name of the algorithm for multiplication. Look. Have you reached the grids in the book? For example, for the topic of ten five days and one hundred and fifty essays, one five-day period is fifteen essays. If the ten fifteen essays are added together, the multiplication result is fifteen essays. Multiply that by ten."
"Write fifteen and ten on the top and right side of the grid respectively, then multiply the digits of the two numbers and write them in the grid."
"But this algorithm is too complicated. Today I will teach you a simpler formula."
As he spoke, Zhou Ziyan turned around, erased the previous arithmetic problem, and wrote down the first few digits of the nine-nine multiplication table, "This is the song of the Nine Causes. It was first published on Liye Qin Bamboo Slips. After improvements over the past dynasties, we have the Nine Causes we have now." Songs are like one and one, two are like two and one..."
"But this is still a bit difficult to memorize, so let's simplify it a little more."
Zhou Ziyan also wrote the modern nine-nine multiplication formula under the Jiu Yin Song, "One to one makes one, one to two makes two... Isn't it much easier to read? But this is not what the Master thought, and the origin is not yet known, so I will leave it to you later. It's just for people to use."
"From now on, memorize the column at the beginning first, and then slowly memorize the following columns."
The five children tilted their heads and began to chant "One to one makes one, one to two makes two, one to three makes three..."
Erguan suddenly shouted: "Master, does that mean that one times all things are one?"
"Exactly." Zhou Ziyan nodded.
Er Guan touched the back of his head and said, "Arithmetic is really interesting. There seems to be infinite truth in these numbers."
The four children next to him all frowned, expressing their incomprehension.
They get headaches when it comes to arithmetic and are completely unable to understand Ergun's ideas.
Zhou Ziyan moistened his throat with tea and said, "It will be sealed soon. Do you have any ideas?"
"Feng La?!" At the mention of Feng La, every child's face seemed to sparkle with light, as if they had seen themselves having fun at the assembly.
Zhou Ziyan asked: "Yes, Feng La. Do you know what the students in the academy will do when Feng La is sealed?"
Here, Song Douding has an elder brother who is studying in an academy, so Song Douding was the first to raise his hand, "I know, I know, they all set up stalls to sell their own calligraphy and paintings. A single calligraphy can sell for a lot of money."
His brother also participated last year, but his brother's writings sold very little.
In the end, the little money was used to buy him candied haws.
"Yes, it's about selling calligraphy and painting. Throughout the ages, famous scholars and scholars have sold calligraphy and painting. Even Lin Xianggong of Qingjing Province used to hide his name and sell his own calligraphy and painting in the street market when he was young. It is said that because of his excellent calligraphy and painting skills, he sold it immediately Once it is empty, it will pass down the good name." Zhou Ziyan waved his folding fan and said, "Since you are now able to read and read, and have learned the six arts of a gentleman for a long time, you will also go and set up a stall this time."
"Us?" Song Douding pointed to himself and then to his friends, "Can we do it..."
It's not that he doesn't have confidence, it's just that their calligraphy and paintings are really... a bit unsightly.
"Other students can paint landscapes, but you can't paint candied haws on a stick? Other students can write about high aspirations, but you can't write about good health?" Zhou Ziyan tapped his head with a fan, "You have to use this place to think."
Song Douding seemed to be awakened and clapped his hands, "Yes, yes!"
Wang Xiaoniu also thought of it, "We can also paint things around us, such as big banyan trees, small shoes..."
"Everything is fine, everything is fine." Zhou Ziyan nodded, "I will give each of you ten pieces of rice paper, five pieces of characters, and five pictures. There is still one month left to finish it before sealing it. Master will take you to place it during the meeting. Stall."
Song Douding looked at Zhou Ziyan and asked expectantly: "Master, what about you?"
"Of course I have one, Master." Zhou Ziyan shook his fan and chuckled, "I'll have to visit your booth then."
"Great!"
The five children cheered together!
In previous Fengla gatherings, they just followed the adults to join in the fun, but this year they were able to set up a stall to sell their own calligraphy and paintings!
"However, if you don't listen carefully, I'm afraid you won't be able to write the calligraphy and paintings that will be sold at the rally." Zhou Ziyan shook his head deliberately, "Not only can't I write well, I'm afraid I won't even be able to calculate the accounts clearly, and I don't know how much money I have earned."
"Impossible!" When Song Douding heard this, he immediately sat upright, "We will definitely have a good class!"
"That's right!"
The other children immediately sat upright, fearing that they would not be able to write anything or calculate the accounts.
Zhou Ziyan saw that he had achieved his goal, so he stopped pretending and continued the class with a smile.
The sealing rally is held three days before the official sealing ceremony.
On the day of the meeting, the snow on the eaves melted and accumulated, leaving only a thin layer of snowflakes.
The vendors, who had prepared early to make a fortune at the fair, came out before dawn to make preparations.
Zhou Ziyan was cooking porridge in the small kitchen when there was a knock on the front door.
Song Weifeng was wearing a brand new vermilion jacket, and the furry collar on his cheeks made his face look fairer.
He was carrying a food box, "Brother Zhou, I'm here to eat again."
Zhou Ziyan looked behind him, "Where's Douding? Didn't you follow him again?"
Why did this little follower suddenly stop following his brother everywhere?
"Douding is playing with the girl at home." Song Weifeng exhaled a breath of cold air and rubbed his hands, "It's really cold."
Zhou Ziyan gave the children a holiday three days ago, and Song Douding has been playing like crazy these days.
"Is your academy on vacation?" Zhou Ziyan invited people into the room.
"The academy had a holiday the day before yesterday." Song Weifeng opened the food box, which contained simple porridge and side dishes.
Zhou Ziyan looked at what was already cooked in the food box, then looked at the boiling water he had just added to the pot, and immediately closed the lid.
If you don't cook it, eat it ready-made!
"This is made by Xiao Niu and Dou Ding." Song Weifeng put the dishes and chopsticks for Zhou Ziyan and raised his hands to serve the dishes. "They are at home these days. Apart from writing and drawing, they are also studying food in the kitchen."
Zhou Ziyan took a bite of the side dish, which was spicy and refreshing, and then drank a mouthful of hot porridge. The coldness all over his body disappeared in an instant, "Their craftsmanship is good."
Song Weifeng smiled and said: "It's mainly the girl who is doing it. Don't forget that her family owns a restaurant."
"I don't know how the magistrate arranged it. Next to our booth are students from your academy." Zhou Ziyan put down his chopsticks and shook his head.
Vendors who want to make some money at the rally need to register at the Yamen in advance.
Because the yamen still has to arrange positions and street patrols based on the number of people registered, there is no waiting time.
In the past, at these gatherings, the most sought-after seats were naturally next to students from major academies.
Every household is willing to buy some calligraphy and paintings by academy students to add to the culture.
So by staying around the students, you can also get some customers.
However, Zhou said that they didn't have to compete for a spot at the rally.
Wherever the yamen is arranged, it will be there.
In the end, I don't know what the magistrate was thinking, but he actually arranged them next to the stalls of students from Ma Ming Academy.
Now, as long as a customer comes to buy calligraphy and painting, they will definitely compare the two.
Zhou Ziyan thought of a question, "Wei Feng, which side will you be on then? My side or your academy's side?"
Song Weifeng was unmoved, "Of course I stand with Douding."
"Oh? Is it just Doudin?" Zhou Ziyan raised his arms and looked at him inquiringly.
Song Weifeng added another chopstick to Zhou Ziyan's meal, "Brother Zhou, there are so many side dishes and porridge, why can't you stop your mouth?"
Zhou Ziyan stopped immediately and drank porridge while snoring.
In the evening, red lanterns are hung in front of every house.
Zhou Ziyan was wearing a thick cotton cloak and put his hands into his sleeves. He was carrying a lantern in his left hand and a box of calligraphy and paintings in his right hand.
Under the cloak is the money bag that Song Weifeng gave him...
Of course it was the money bag with all the threads collected.
Outside the door, Song Weifeng was holding Song Douding, followed by a bunch of radish heads.
"Let's go!" Zhou Ziyan and Song Weifeng walked side by side.
The little carrot heads gathered around.
Beyond Chunliu Alley is Jiqing Street, which is one of the main streets of Chunliu Alley.
Their stall is right here on Kat Hing Street.
As for the booth of Ma Ming Academy next door, students living in the south of the city applied for it.
Jiqing Street is decorated with lanterns and colorful flowers, and red sleeves are everywhere.
Each stall is hung with its own colorful flags, slowly dancing in the night breeze, and beneath them are Shenghui street lamps.
Zhou Ziyan took his primary school students to his own stall and put down the lanterns and book boxes.
"Hiss...it's so cold." Zhou Ziyan couldn't help but rub his hands.
Daqing's geographical location is probably above the temperate zone. In the past winters, the cold winds in Qingjing Province far to the north were biting.
I didn't expect that when I arrived in this southern town, winter would be no less difficult.
A thin layer of snow turns into rain, making it very wet and cold.
The booth of Ma Ming Academy has been set up long ago, and there are three or four students standing behind the booth.
They all wore thick cotton-padded clothes and carried a volume of books in their hands, which could be said to be never without a book.
Seeing Zhou Ziyan and the others, several people took a sneak look at them.
Realizing that it was two adults leading a group of children, I felt that there was no competitiveness, so I turned around again.
Song Weifeng tied the colorful flags on the wooden pillars, and helped Song Douding and the others take out his childlike calligraphy and paintings.
"Why so many?" Song Weifeng couldn't help but look through them one by one.
There are tiger cubs, civet cats from the neighboring alley, candied haws, and even pillow painters.
The technique is not mature, so every picture is stupid.
Song Douding put his candied haws on top, "This is mine, I will be the first to sell it."
"I am the one." Wang Xiaoniu pulled her pillow picture on top of Song Douding.
Jiang Qingqing's civet cat is not to be outdone.
In the end, it was Zhou Ziyan who took action and put his own calligraphy and painting on top, "Master's calligraphy and painting is on top, can it be done?"
Zhou Ziyan had already spoken, how could anyone else dare to speak.
Of course it will happen!
It was the first time that Song Weifeng saw Zhou Ziyan's calligraphy works except for folding fans. Taking advantage of his status, he read all the works in advance.
These calligraphy and paintings have a full structure and smooth strokes.
If it were words, it would be like the pen moving like a dragon, heartily.
If it were a painting, it would be rich in color and possess form and spirit.
"So beautiful..." To be honest, Song Weifeng wanted to buy it
I took two pictures back and hung them.
However, Brother Zhou's style of painting looked very familiar to him.
"Brother Zhou, your painting style is similar to Master You." Song Weifeng said casually,
Zhou Ziyan didn't come back to his senses for a long time when he heard Song Weifeng's words, "It's like Master You".
Song Weifeng scrolled down further and saw Liao Weian's calligraphy treasure.
Although Liao Weian did not leave his name, Song Weifeng, a student, recognized the strong handwriting at a glance.
Song Weifeng was excited as he held Liao Weian's painting, "It turns out to be from Liao Zhangyuan...!"
"Ah!" Zhou Ziyan said casually: "He was bored that day, so he made some and asked me to bring them to sell."
Song Weifeng held Zhou Ziyan's calligraphy and painting in his left hand and Liao Weian's calligraphy and painting in his right hand. He looked left and right, unable to make up his mind.
Finally... before Zhou Ziyan noticed, he quietly put down Zhou Ziyan's calligraphy and painting.
The first business of their small stall turned out to be Song Weifeng.
He paid for a calligraphy and a painting by Liao Weian.
Zhou said to himself: "..."
Why not buy him? !
Song Weifeng rolled up his calligraphy and painting and pretended not to see Brother Zhou's accusing eyes.
Although Brother Zhou's calligraphy and paintings seem to be more beautiful, but... those are Liao Zhangyuan's calligraphy!
Usually he has no chance to get Liao Zhangyuan's calligraphy treasure, so he must not miss it!
With the success of Song Weifeng, people came one after another to ask about calligraphy and painting.
However, most of them are the neighbors of Chunliu Lane.
Neighbors learned that Mr. Zhou and his primary school students were selling calligraphy and paintings at the gathering, and they came out to join in the fun.
They don't necessarily need calligraphy and painting very much, but it's good to get a little bit of the aroma of books!
For a time, 30% of the calligraphy and paintings by Zhou Ziyan and Liao Weian were sold.
The children's calligraphy and paintings are still unsaleable.
Panda Niang and Aunt Hua came together, "Master Zhou."
Zhou Ziyan bowed slightly and saluted, "Auntie, why didn't you take the dolls out for a walk?"
"There are too many people on the street now, it's too chaotic. We can take them out later when it stops being noisy." Pang Pang Niang explained.
Aunt Hua also nodded, "Their father is watching at home."
"This word is so beautiful." The picture in Pang Pang's hand was "Fu Shou An Kang" written by Zhou Ziyan.
Although she couldn't read, she still knew the words of blessings such as happiness, longevity and well-being.
Good luck, longevity and health, what a wonderful meaning, the more I read it, the more I want to buy it.
When Pang Pangshan saw his mother coming, he quickly put the little tiger he had drawn in front of Pang Pang's mother, "Mom, what do you think of this painting? Why don't you buy one!"
When they painted, they all left their names behind.
I hope his mother can see her son's name and buy the painting.
"Hey, what is this painting?" Unfortunately, Pang Pang's mother didn't see Pang Pangshan's name, and she didn't know that the painting in front of her was the work of her son. She said coldly, "There is no shortage of paintings in the house, so I won't buy it."
Not only was Pang Pangshan not sold, but his mother choked him and made him unhappy.
Others patted Pang Pangshan on the shoulder and laughed.
Not long after, Liao Weian also came over holding a fan.
He first stopped at the stall of the Ma Ming Academy students and gave a few words of encouragement. Then he turned around and came directly to Zhou Ziyan.
"Liao Zhangyuan."
Song Weifeng and five children bowed together.
"No, no, today is a gathering, so there is no need for this." Liao Wei'an looked at the situation at the stall, and naturally found that a lot of his calligraphy and paintings had been sold, and he was satisfied, "It seems that my painting skills are still good. not bad."
"Let's go and sit over there." Zhou Zi said he was tired from standing, took off his cloak, and pushed Liao Weian to sit at the small tea stall opposite.
The Jiqing Street in front of us can be described as a bustling crowd, like a surging tide.
The streets are crisscrossed, the scenery is noisy, and the streets are full of songs.
The stalls nearby are prosperous, with a variety of products, and the tall trees are fragrant.
The young lady passing by, her skirt full of embroidery and full of affection, would cast her eyes on Zhou Ziyan from time to time.
After watching quietly for a while, he left quietly.
And next to him, Liao Weian, the little girl kept asking him to accompany her on outings and gatherings.
Or directly hand him the silk or purse in your hand.
The affection is lingering and makes people feel soft.
Liao Weian shook his head and refused gently.
"..." Zhou Ziyan looked at himself.
There's nothing wrong with what you're wearing.
Why don't the young girls passing by care about him?
Is it possible that his market price has declined here?
After another brother left, Zhou Ziyan said aloud: "Liao Weian, why are they all looking for you but not asking me?"
"Master Zhou, do you want to get married?" Liao Weian said in surprise.
"Nonsense, I'm just curious." Zhou said he disliked Liao Weian's dirty thoughts.
Liao Weian laughed twice and pointed at the money bag on Zhou Ziyan's waist with his fan, "Mr. Zhou, you are carrying the things given by my little sister, do you still expect others to come over?"
"How can I-" Zhou Ziyan thought about it, took off the money bag from his waist and put it on the table, "What do you mean?"
Liao Weian said: "Yes, look, the style of this money bag has a concentric knot on it."
Zhou Ziyan frowned and took a closer look, and it turned out to be a familiar concentric knot.
Tongxinknot, Tongxinknot, naturally means to always be of the same heart.
It couldn't be more obvious.
Oops, he was so focused on looking at the artistic conception embroidered on the money bag that he didn't even notice the concentric knot on the money bag!
"Okay, give me this money bag, and I will block it for Master Zhou." Liao Weian said and was about to take the money bag.
It just so happened that he didn't want to deal with the little girl who came to talk to him.
Zhou Ziyan immediately clapped his hand, took the money bag back, and tied it around his waist again.
This was the money bag Song Weifeng gave him, and Liao Weian didn't want to touch it.
Liao Weian couldn't understand now, "Master Zhou, don't you want...why are you still carrying this?"
"Why can't I take it with me?" Zhou asked himself, "Don't I already have it?"
"If you take this with you, wouldn't you just--" Liao Wei'an thought for a moment, suddenly understood, and lowered his jaw and smiled, "Master Zhou, it turns out that's what you meant. I understand, I finally understand."
"You understand now, you are really stupid." Zhou Ziyuan's dislike of Liao Weian has increased.
After sitting for a while, Zhou Ziyan went back to help look after the stalls.
Liao Weian was called away by other friends, and the two separated.
Slowly, there were more and more pedestrians on the street, including some wearing cloth scarves.
These people look older, simple and ordinary.
They don't like jewelry, nor do they like children's toys.
They just like to look for those beautiful calligraphy and paintings, whether they are tasting them or taking them home and hanging them, they are all great!
These people walked and came to Jiqing Street.
The students from Ma Ming Academy shouted loudly, "Gentlemen, would you like to come over and look at the calligraphy and paintings?"
People who have studied are slightly different from ordinary people. They pay more attention to appearance modification when it comes to dressing and dressing, and pursue the style of a gentleman as much as possible.
Therefore, if we are both readers, we can tell at a glance whether the other person has read.