Chapter 135 [The Square Length of the Snail State]

The coldest time has come, and the wind is as fierce as a knife across the earth, rolling up a few rotten autumn leaves that have not been blocked by the ditches, and throwing them to some corners.

Because the location is not far enough to the north, the ground of Xingqing Mansion in Yangzhou is not completely frozen. In places where the sun shines, the snow dissipates faster. In some places, the color of dried soil can already be seen.

Fang Chang was still walking on the road, alone.

Not only did he not go to Yunzhong Mountain, Huixianqi Cliff, and spend the winter in his bamboo and wooden hut facing the firepit with barbecue and stew, he also didn't go to Huaifeng Mansion, and even Xingqing Mansion was only the city wall in the distance. go to.

After leaving the little boy who picked up the money, Fang Chang was going to a carriage and horse dealer to buy a carriage ticket to Xingqing Mansion the next morning, and then find an inn to stay and have a good meal.

However, when he was more than ten feet away from the carriage, he suddenly stopped.

Fang Chang just stood on the side of the street, not far from a small wonton stall, motionless.

At this moment, the pedestrians passing by him did not seem to be unaware of him as before, but they all noticed this handsome man in white clothes like snow. Young people hanging gourds and bamboo baskets. However, due to unknown circumstances, everyone subconsciously stayed away from this person.

Feeling touched by the inspiration, Fang Chang smiled, turned and left without looking for the carriage.

Although it is very comfortable to ride in a car, it seems good to go for a walk once in a while by yourself.

He no longer hides himself with the state of "Why should we meet each other?" Instead, he walks slowly on the street like an ordinary good man.

Pedestrians around, although they didn't ignore his existence, gradually they were no longer affected by his existence, and just regarded Fang Chang as an ordinary passerby, passing him like a fish swimming.

then……

Fang Chang walked for more than half a month on the road from Shi Jindu to Xingqing Fucheng for tens of miles.

An average of less than two miles per day.

The reason for this is that he didn't let go of his speed at all, but walked slowly as if he was on an outing, at a pace slower than passers-by, and didn't follow the official road.

During this period of time, Fang Chang walked casually along the path, stopping and going, watching new scenery that he had never seen before.

Depending on his mood, he will find a snow nest to lie down for a day, watching the wind and clouds move in the sky; he will also find a tree branch to sit for several hours, looking down at the earth from a high position.

He traveled around villages and towns, chatted with farmers, chatted with craftsmen, played with children, watched the pleasures of the world, and tasted the various aspects of the world.

When replenishing food and drinks in villages and towns, or looking for inns to stay overnight, he will also look for delicious food along the way, whether it is home-cooked meals at home, specialty works at restaurant stalls, or banquets for weddings and weddings, he is always in high spirits to try.

This journey, Fang Chang walked very happily and frankly.

"The entry fee is one penny."

The soldiers at the gate of the city wore thick jackets with two patches on them.

The warm sun in winter is very precious. Under the sunlight that shone through the city gate, the soldiers lay lazily and did not collect the money themselves. in the basket.

This is a common practice, Fang Chang has seen it a lot, he took out a copper coin from his pocket and threw it in, and then entered the city with the people around him.

The planning of Xingqing Fucheng is very good. It was well designed when the city was built, and a lot of land was reserved. So after so many years, the city still largely maintains its original specifications.

What Fang Chang entered was the west gate, facing the second widest street in Xingqing Prefecture.

He is not going to stay too long. If there is nothing else to do, he will find a tavern to fill up the gourd, and then use the little money left in the package to find a unique stall and have a good meal. Cross the city and go east to Huaifeng Mansion.

During this period of time, being leisurely, following one's will, and letting go of one's self is very beneficial to one's cultivation.

In his spiritual perception, he thought that it was just right to keep this state until he returned to the cliff.

At a roadside stall, he paid for a pancake with less oil and less salt to eat. Fang Chang walked eastward along the side of the road. He remembered that there should be a small tavern not far from the East City Gate, where sorghum was sold. The wine is sold, and the taste is very good.

There is a lot of crowds ahead, and there are crowds gathering.

From a distance, it is not a market. After all, the market has a fixed location in the city, and it is impossible to occupy the second widest street.

Such things are quite uncommon in the cold winter months. Fang Chang was curious, so he gnawed on the rotary cake and moved over.

When I got a little closer, I found that it turned out to be a long queue, with men, women and children in it, lined up loosely. Fang Chang has very good hearing and can hear the conversations in the team.

"Daddy, can I really go to school?"

"Yeah, you've asked me several times. The two Mr. Jian said, of course you can. Didn't you always envy Zhao Yuan's family's child who went to school? Now you can go too."

"Great, I really want to go to class tomorrow."

"Don't worry, we've already lined up. If you sign up today, you'll be able to go to school next year."

………

"Girl, you have to listen to your husband when you go to school."

"Grandpa, I'll save it, I'll be good."

...

"Hey, the second son of the Li family, are you here too?"

"Hey, it's Yang Lao Qi. You brought the two brothers here too? I haven't noticed you yet. It's said that such a good thing may not come across in a lifetime, so of course you will come."

"Who said it wasn't? I didn't pay attention to it at first, but I ran into a few people on the road, and they were all talking about it. I hurried home, dragged my kid and came."

"I've heard that the schools in the surrounding prefectures and counties are very expensive. I've never heard of such a style. Although it's just to teach literacy and numeracy, it's really not easy. My old Li has been blind for half his life. I hope my family is strong enough not to be like me."

"The second child of the Li family, you don't need to sigh too much. The two Mr. Jian said that if this is no problem in the future, they will set up night shifts to teach people like us how to read."

"Haha, I've heard about it too, I hope there will be."

"Uh-huh."

...

Hey, interesting.

Fang Chang was aroused. It sounds like he is signing up for school?

As for the "two Mr. Jian" they said, Fang Chang knew that they should be the two brothers Jian Zhengqing and Jian Zhengchu. The two brothers are the most famous teachers in Xingqing Mansion, and they are very respected.

In recent years, almost all the scholars in Xingqing Mansion who have been admitted to the Jinshi Juren are their students, and the two brothers can be regarded as peaches and plums.

Fang Chang had contact with them before because of the illness of the only child of the two grandchildren. They are two honest people, but their lives are simple, and they thought they were the kind of pedantic people who abide by the rules.

It turned out that they actually came up with such a scene, which was really unexpected.

This is the wonder of the mundane world.

Fang Chang threw the last piece of rotary cake into the mouth, patted it casually, cleaned off the oil stains and debris on his hands, and walked forward from the side of the team.

He wants to see the situation ahead.

But there is a courtyard gate in front, and there is a four-legged square table in the open space in front of it. Two young scholars with tall scarves and moon white smocks are sitting in front of them, holding pens in their hands. Register in the thick book.

The Jian brothers were all there. They stood at the table, one on the left and one behind, watching the two scholars register, chatting with the citizens who came to register, and maintaining order in person.

I'm sorry, after staying up late for a few days, I finally couldn't hold on last night, and fell asleep while writing in the middle of the night, so I had to post it at noon. I can work at home in this industry, so I resumed work on the eighth day of the lunar new year. . . . In addition, it may be adjusted to the morning post tomorrow.

Thank you book friend 20180521222704773 for the reward.