"Stupid" Tang Li sat quietly on the desk in the right corner of the hall. He listened to the coach Wang's "comprehension of the scriptures", and the more he listened, the more he sighed. In recent months, he has gained a small reputation, but now it seems that all this has come true. Not to mention other things, just the "Analects of Confucius", if he grasps the overall situation, he can still deal with it based on what he learned in class in later generations. But when it comes to his specific and subtle understanding of the scriptures, he is not as good as those of these serious Jinshi students.

As it seems, he is typically the one who masters the most core, or the most commanding heights, but his foundation is almost blank. Although the other students do not have these insights, they have more than ten or a hundred times better than his classics themselves.

The more I listened, the more I realized that Tang Li came to Xiangzhou Taoism, the wisest thing. If I didn’t systematically receive the training of classics and bumped into Chang'an, I wouldn’t say that I would be able to pass the Jinshi, but I would probably lose all the people.

However, the scene just now was not completely unhelpful to him. After all, the eyes that were originally unfriendly to him had disappeared. Tang Li could understand that there were only so few places for the tribute student in the village. One more person means one more competitor. There are too many relationships with this matter and they must not give in. Even if the people from this state inserted it, they would be unhappy, let alone a foreigner like him, who saw that he was a "stupid", and this inherent hostility naturally disappeared.

After just seeing Xuezheng, he was brought here. He did not bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he had prepared, and listened barely. After that, Wang Zhiyu had only adapted, he never looked at him again, and would not concentrate on this matter. In the eyes of this old master, Tang Li was completely dispensable. Looking at the posture, as long as he did not make trouble, it would be irrelevant whether he listened or not.

After about three incense sticks, the morning class officially ended. Tang left the accommodation arranged by Taoism to take a look. He didn't care about the single room, but it was too noisy. These Taoism children were from fourteen or five, and from seventeen or eighteen. Even if they were scolded every day to cultivate their energy and cultivate themselves, they were from nature. What's more, there were so many children living together?

After asking, it was okay to rent a house outside, Tang Li left the yard and found a house near Taoism.

In the past, I secretly saved more than ten chunks of money from storytelling, plus the monthly routine and rewards of being a companion to study for one month, and the Cheng Yi sent by Zhai Yan, Wang Jin and Master Zhang, in addition to the ones left for the family, Tang Li is still a few in his pocket, but he can't afford to rent a house that is too expensive. He walked around and came to the secluded alley behind Taoism.

After a lot of trouble, Tang Li finally found a two-bedroom house in a small courtyard. Although the house was a bit broken, it was better because it was close to Taoism, and the price was quite appropriate.

The horse can be stored in the Taoist stable, and as long as the money is paid for the fodder. Tang Li was cleaning up all kinds of things, but he heard a woman screaming and scolding in the courtyard outside the door: "That shameless person stole my mother's fish sashimi. If you dare to do this, you are really a nun pregnant - you can't come out. I have to wait and see. Shameless like you, you must be raped monks and nuns scolding children - soon, sooner or later..."

This person was scolding loudly and his words were vivid. As Tang Li listened, he couldn't help laughing out loud. He was curious and looked out of the room. He saw that the person who was cursing was a woman about sixteen or seventeen years old. At this time, she was standing in the yard in front of the opposite room, rolling up her sleeves and lit her fingers around and cursing.

But what surprised Tang Li a little was that this woman in a light yellow nine-pleated skirt was far from the look of a big and round-waisted woman he imagined. Instead, she had a different appearance and was pretty and well-behaved. At this time, she was scolding her, and even the bun on her head was trembling endlessly, which seemed to be really tough.

The yard was silent, only Tang Li walked out and showed great striking. The woman turned her head and saw that it was him. Since she had never seen him before, she was slightly stunned. Then she glared at him viciously, making gestures in her hands, eyes widened. Looking at her posture, it seemed that as long as Tang Li was a little abnormal, she would immediately pounce on him and fight.

In the future, the most inexperienced thing Tang Li faced was a woman, otherwise he would not have looked at the urgency when he saw Miss Zheng. Seeing this woman in such a bad state, he had a faint temperament again, so he smiled slightly and turned back to the room under the angrily gaze of the tough woman.

After everything was done, Tang Li left for Taoism, but saw that the woman had just started cooking in the corridor of the wing room. While cooking, she still cursed and refused to listen. She even beat the thick three-legged cauldron and tripod as a cooking utensil in her hand.

Seeing all this, Tang Li shook his head while laughing at his lips, and felt a little inexplicably intimate in his heart. According to his experience of coming here for four years, it is really rare in the Tang Dynasty. Not to mention what she scolded, this arrogant personality is similar to many avant-garde female classmates in later generations.

In the Taoist Jinshi class, all the students gathered together in the morning to listen to the teacher’s “comprehension of the scriptures”; in the afternoon, they separated, and under the age of sixteen chanted scriptures in a small hall, while those over the age of sixteen were single-handed, and the teacher explained the method of sound and rhyme, and what he learned was how to recite poems and fu.

The fifteen-year-old Tang Li was still sitting in the last row of corners in the scripture hall. He was a famous "stupid" again, so no one talked to him by the young students. Instead, he was despised and disdained. Many people wanted to see him laugh at him.

Fortunately, Tang Li had a twenty-four-year-old mentality after all, and he would not have the same knowledge as these little kids. When he realized his shortcomings, he would recite the scriptures quietly. He liked or not and didn't say it. But this was his support for his future life, so he was extremely serious. This attitude made Wang Jiayu, who came to inspect the inspection, nodded slightly, and felt that although this son was unbearable, he was not completely useless.

After having dinner in Taoism, when Tang Li returned to the lower place in the evening, he saw that the woman's room was dark and there was no light, and he didn't know where she went.

Candles are really an extremely expensive luxury at this time. Not to mention Tang Li, even some ordinary wealthy families cannot afford them.

He reviewed the scriptures he had recited in the afternoon twice with the oil lamp. Tang Li, who was tired for a day, blew out the oil lamp and spread the quilt to sleep. However, when he was about to fall asleep, he heard the door "creaking" and then footsteps sounded.

"Who?", he turned over and rushed to the outside room with a quick step. With the glimmer of light from the half-open door, Tang Li saw a thin child, as if he was looking for something, and he held a short blade in his hand, emitting a little cold light under the pale moonlight.

Tang Li suddenly rushed out, and the child seemed to be surprised. But after a moment, he calmed down, "Bedding...mattress..." while saying that, he also pointed at the corner of the wall with the short knife in his hand.

Seeing that the child had no malice, Tang Li, who had calmed down, took two steps forward and smelled a strong sour smell in his nose.

"Medite...mattress..." The child was indeed a stuttering, and just these two words were very difficult.

Turning back to the inner room and palming the lamp out, Tang Li saw that the child was about the same age as Zheng Peng. His thin body was facing a big head and his big goldfish-like eyes were staring at him blankly. He was wearing a torn Taoist robe with a broken and smearing scent, and the sour smell came from this Taoist robe.

Holding the lamp, Tang Li stood firmly. Seeing that he gestured twice, he realized that the dark cloth he had discarded at noon was the child's bedding. Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he had spent the night here before he rented the room.

"You said that the bun was lost at noon." Seeing the child's appearance of being lost, especially his big and dull eyes, Tang Li, who looked at him, felt a little strange in his heart.

But before he could say more, the child turned around and ran out as soon as he heard the word "lost". Tang Li looked at the door and saw a thin big-headed child running to the corner of the yard where the waste was thrown away, and was rumbling around with his hands.

After a moment, he got nothing and stood up and stood there for a while before walking towards the room that Tang Li rented.

Tang Li thought he was coming to ask for it, but he knew that the child had walked along the way, but he didn't even look at him. He walked straight through his door and found a corner of the leeward under the eaves. He lay down. As his body curled up tighter and tighter, a slight snoring sounded in a short while.

After watching the lamp for a while, Tang Li turned around and went back to the room, but he could no longer sleep when he lay on the couch. His mind was flashing with a short knife and the figure of the child curled up like a shrimp.

After turning over two or three bodies, Tang Li still couldn't sleep, had no choice but to get up, chose a thick coat for Qiu Ri from his luggage, and walked out of the room.

He covered the child with Ma Yi. When Tang Li saw his blinking eyes but never opened, he smiled slightly and walked back to the room, bolted the door. He had just taken two steps toward the inner room, and finally turned around and gently moved a stool and pushed it behind the door.

After doing all this, he gave up his mind and lay down on the couch again. He couldn't help but wonder: "Who live in this yard? It seems really weird!" As he thought about it, his tiredness surged and he turned over and fell asleep.
Chapter completed!