Mr. Chen’s house is not far from Fang’s house, located on Nanmen Street in Jinling City, next to Mingdao Academy.

Everyone came to the door of Mr. Chen's house. Mr. Fang looked solemn and solemnly tidied up his clothes. He took a lacquer plate covered with red cloth from the guard house. He didn't know what was on the plate, and then led Fang Zheng in. The guard house lined up at the door and moved the gifts from the car into Mr. Chen's house in an orderly manner.

Mr. Chen’s house is not big, it is just a two-in-one house with earthen tiles and rammed walls, which seem to have not been repaired for many years. An old servant led Mr. Fang and his son to the front hall, presented Qing tea, and then left.

The front hall is very simple, except for a few inconspicuous teak chairs, there is no other decoration. A painting is hung on the wall, and a middle-aged man is independent of the cliff, with regret and sadness in his eyes, looking at a beautiful river and mountain in front of the cliff.

Fang Zheng felt that the man in the painting was going to commit suicide. Before he died, he took a look at the hot land that raised him. If he couldn't bear it, don't die. He even drew it...

Fang Zheng curled his lips disdainfully, and suddenly someone behind him asked, "Mr. Fang, how about this painting?"

Fang Zheng turned around in shock and saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar in his forties standing in front of him, wearing a square scarf with a scholar's head, wearing a black long gown, wearing a pair of slightly worn cloth shoes, a square face, and a pair of sharp and vivid eyes, as if they could penetrate someone's heart at one glance. There was a long beard under the jaw, which was trimmed neatly.

Mr. Fang gently pulled Fang Zheng and said, "I'm so sorry, why don't you pay homage to Master Chen!"

Fang Zheng quickly bowed and said, "Student Fang Zheng, pay homage to Master Chen."

Master Chen waved his hand slightly and continued to ask the question Fang Zheng didn't answer just now: "Mr. Fang, how about this painting?"

Fang Zheng felt a little guilty. He had learned so many things in college, but he had never learned Chinese painting. How to comment? I can't say that I saw that your paintings were not good, and there were failures everywhere, and there was no one that was better. I probably couldn't sell them on the street for a good price. Why don't you tell me that you were not good at it?

If that's true, Fang Zheng's father who advocates domestic violence is likely to be full of old fists on the spot.

There is no way, nonsense.

Fang Zheng racked his brains and came up with a few popular golden oils used in his previous life, and then said: "This painting is very good. Students look at it. This painting has both form and spirit, vivid spirit, quite good spirit, and is more profound in artistic conception and attracts people's thoughts. It is a rare and good painting." Fortunately, he was born in the Chinese department, so it is not difficult to lose a bag of text. Fang Zheng said it in the end, and he shook his head.

The painting was hung in the front hall of his house. When we met, we were anxious to know Fang Zheng’s evaluation of the painting. Even the fool could guess that the painting must have been written by Master Chen himself. Anyway, singing praises is absolutely not wrong.

Unexpectedly, Master Chen was smiling, but the more he heard the expression on his face, the more disappointed he became. As soon as Fang Zheng finished speaking, Master Chen shook his head and sighed.

Fang Zheng was stunned and thought to himself that I was saying nothing wrong. Thinking back, every word is good. Could it be that he was not ruthless enough to praise Master Chen? This guy is too vain? I want to really praise you to death, so how can you bear it?

Master Chen sighed and said, "It's hard to find a soulmate! Three years ago, I heard that the Turks repeatedly invaded the country and were plundered when the city was captured, but our Huachao was cowardly and afraid of the enemy. The army retreated again and again, without fighting spirit. In the court, the party struggles became more and more fierce, and in the officialdom, greed became a trend, and under the market, the people were displaced. Our Huachao was a great country, and when it was about to fall into the hands of foreign tribes, the people would suffer even more. It's a pity that I was a poor scholar, but when it advanced, there was no one to reconcile. I couldn't bear to take care of myself. In the face of anger, I made this painting to comfort me. Unfortunately, everyone didn't understand it. I just praised the painting skills and never mentioned the profound meaning of it. My literati was so numb that I was so pitiful and lamentable!"

Fang Zheng was confused after hearing this, probably knowing that Master Chen’s painting was about worrying about the country and the people, and he was also a little confused about not being able to meet his talents.

Fang Zheng shook his head secretly. Literati is all sour. What can I do if I paint a painting? Can I save all the people from the fire and water? Can I keep the Turkic cavalry out of the country? Instead of sighing at home, it is better to go to the frontier to join the army to fight the enemy. It seems that Master Chen is a nerd type, and he is also an angry young nerd. The symptom of this nerd is to sit at home and worry about the country and the people, and always immerse himself in his sense of crisis.

Master Chen stared at Fang Zheng and said, "I just saw you observing this painting, but I wanted to say something but stopped. I wonder what kind of high-profile Mr. Fang?"

Is this guy deliberately looking for trouble? Fang Zheng thought resentfully, if I have a high opinion, why do you come to be your teacher? Did teachers speak so modestly to students in ancient times?

Mr. Fang was anxious. He knew his son best, Gao Lu? This kid couldn't even hold back the fallacies. If this kid didn't know how to pretend to understand and talk nonsense, the matter of becoming a disciple today would definitely be ruined.

Mr. Fang quickly interrupted: "Master Chen, I brought my dog ​​to the mansion to become a disciple today. Why not teach him this academic matter slowly when I have the chance?"

Fang Zheng looked at his father gratefully. After all, he was his family and he was so righteous!

Master Chen nodded without comment, and then began to follow the apprenticeship procedure.

Mr. Fang ordered Fang Zheng to worship the portrait and tablet of Confucius, and then knelt down in front of Master Chen, then opened the red cloth on the lacquer plate and sent it respectfully. There were six things on the lacquer plate: meat strips, celery, lotus seeds, red beans, red dates, and longan.

This is the "Six Rites of Pure and Appreciation" followed in ancient times. Among them, meat strips express the disciple's feelings for his teacher; celery means diligence and studious; lotus seeds means painstaking education; red beans means good luck; red dates means early high school; longan means perfect merit.

Master Chen was immediately bowed by Fang Zheng and gave him a gift back.

In this way, the apprenticeship ceremony was considered a ritual. Fang Zheng, a time traveler, has since become a student of Confucius. Thinking about the talent market with a large group of masters and doctors before traveling, he went around a big circle, and went back to school. He was so destined to be with books in this life. When can he make a fortune?

After the ceremony, the three of them sat down to chat. Mr. Fang intended to make friends with Master Chen in order to ask his precious son to get more care in the academy, so he spoke with great respect during the greetings.

Master Chen may not be good at talking about trivial matters in life. The other master Fang was perfunctory, but his eyes were fixed on Fang Zheng. After a while, Master Chen suddenly said, "I have a little bit of knowledge about Yishu divination. I think Fang Zheng's face is quite strange. You have already..." Thinking about it, he might feel that it is inappropriate, so he changed his words and asked, "Have you changed your body recently?"

Fang Zheng was shocked and couldn't underestimate the ancients. This guy is really real. He could tell at a glance that my fate should have been damn long ago. It's awesome! It's a pity to be a teacher. It's so good to set up a stall and make a lot of money.

After thinking about it, the Master still had to answer the question. Fang Zheng said honestly: "Not long ago, the student... accidentally fell from the upstairs. Well, his head hit the ground and he was in a coma for more than a month."

Mr. Fang glared at him fiercely and said nothing.

Master Chen said: "More than a month ago, well, it's almost done, but it's not right. You should have already..."

Cultural people are just serious. Fang Zheng quickly interrupted him and said, "Auspicious people have their own appearance, and the fate is one law, and the changes are unpredictable, and they may not be able to see the truth in their entire lives. It is normal for occasional miscalculation."

Master Chen frowned and nodded, "Maybe, it's better to have no books than to believe in books. I'm too obsessed with books."

Fang Zheng then breathed a sigh of relief. Time travel was his biggest secret. He planned to break into his stomach and bring it into the coffin after his death. If Master Chen really thought that his figure was Chou Yin and Mao, he would be the first time traveler to be burned to death by ancient people. Since God arranged for me to travel through time, wouldn’t I let me fail so much?

Master Chen stroked his long beard and said, "Since I have accepted you as a disciple, I have to ask you about academic matters. What books have you read on weekdays?"

I read a lot of books, but they were all written in vernacular. Fang Zheng planned to tell the truth, so he counted with his fingers: "The classics of the ancestors, the sayings of hundreds of schools, and all the students..."

"I have studied all of them, and I am fortunate to pass the exam." Mr. Fang interrupted him without changing his face. After saying that, he continued to savor the tea as if nothing had happened.

"Ah?" Fang Zheng opened his mouth wide and looked at Mr. Fang in a daze. This joke is so big. Even if my father wants to satisfy his vanity, he will not play like this. Master Chen asked a random question. I will reveal my mouth when I open my mouth? What does my father mean?

"Oh? I can't tell you are actually talented," said Mr. Chen. "It's not easy to get into a scholar at a young age. Nominations for the Golden List will be no problem in the future. I've accepted a good disciple."

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Chapter completed!