Chapter 14 Village Middle School

Everyone on the mountain knew that Su Zhizhi was not the biological child of Hao Ren and Wu Ying's mother, and no one had ever thought of hiding it from the child.

Su Zhizhi's biological mother was injured during her pregnancy and passed away after giving birth.

She named her daughter Su Zhi.

I hope that in the future she will understand people's hearts, distinguish between good and evil, and not be afraid of the world's superficialities.

But later on, everyone found it pleasant and easy to call her "Zhizhi", so they just called her Su Zhizhi on a daily basis.

Wu Yingniang often said to Su Zhizhi:

"Your mother is in heaven protecting you. If you are happy every day, she will be happy too."

When Xue Che heard Su Zhizhi's explanation, he felt like a hole was punctured in his heart, and a cold wind rushed in.

Losing his mother at a young age was a pain in his heart, and few people mentioned it to him.

Xue Che regretted that he shouldn't have mentioned Su Zhizhi's pain, but unexpectedly, Su Zhizhi said complacently the next moment:

"My mother said I was the apple of her and my father's eye."

"I have a mother in heaven and another on earth. Isn't that amazing? Not everyone has this."

Su Zhizhi's eyebrows danced, and the pride in her eyes was not fake.

The small wound in Xue Che's heart seemed to be covered with mud, and all the bitterness was sealed:

"Yes...you are awesome."

Su Zhizhi raised her little head:

"Become my little brother, and you'll be powerful too."

"not good."

"Hmph, then don't come tomorrow."

Xue Che said seriously: "I won't come tomorrow, we all have to go to school."

"No! I don't want to go!"

Su Zhizhi held her head with one hand and howled to the sky~~~~~

The next day.

Su Zhizhi kept saying that she didn't want to study, but she still got up early, packed her things and went to school.

The school is located at the northernmost side of Liangmin Village. It is a square house facing north and south.

It was spring, and circles of wild flowers bloomed outside the door, colorful and beautiful. From a distance, it looked like a house sunken in the flowers.

There are usually only three people in the school: Old Man Qin, Su Zhizhi and Kong Wu.

Although Kong Wu was already fourteen or fifteen years old, he was not very good at reading and writing and was a slow learner.

He couldn't speak, so he could use his hands to indicate simple things, but he had to write for complicated things.

Old Qin looks like a goat with a gray beard, Su Zhizhi looks like a smart little rabbit, and Kong Wu looks like a strong black bear.

The three of them sitting in the classroom are both funny and harmonious.

Since there will be a new student today, the teacher and students were very serious and came earlier than usual.

Kong Wu arrived first and cleaned the classroom, taking care to wipe the tables spotlessly clean.

Old Man Qin was the second to arrive and spread the pen, ink and paper for Xue Che on the table.

Then, Su Zhizhi came in: "Good morning, Master Qin!"

When she was outside the school, she called him "Grandpa Qin", but inside the school, she called him "Master Qin".

In her right hand she held purple wildflowers and a translucent stone.

Wild flowers were placed in the ceramic vase as decoration, and the stones were picked up and given to Xue Che as paperweights.

After everything was arranged, Xue Che arrived just in time.

Xue Che has always been a studious and self-disciplined child. He arrived very early on the first day at the new school.

But when he arrived, he found that he was the last one to arrive.

"Master Qin, please forgive me for being late."

Old Man Qin waved his hands and suppressed the yawn that was about to come out of his mouth:

"It's still early."

Su Zhizhi pointed to the empty table next to her:

"Ache, your place is here!"

Su Zhizhi and Xue Che's desks were side by side, with an aisle between them.

Kong Wu sat behind the two of them, and he had to take up two tables by himself.

Xue Che walked over and sat down, looking at the items on the table, and thanked Master Qin, Su Zhizhi and Kong Wu one by one.

In the school.

The Master is missing an ear, Kong Wu is missing a tongue, and Zhi Zhi is missing an arm.

The mat on the floor was worn at the edges, and even the flowers in the ceramic vase by the window were missing a petal.

A gentle breeze blows in.

The petals swayed and the pages rustled.

Xue Che, as the only complete creature, felt a little out of place sitting there.

Years later, he recalled this scene.

In that room, no one is complete.

…

The sun gradually climbed up the eaves.

The characters we learned today are "Chiyou" and "Xuanyuan".

Kong Wu wrote for a long time, but he would still either forget a horizontal stroke or miss a vertical stroke.

He held the pen in his right hand and scratched the back of his head with his left hand.

Old Man Qin didn't rush him, and asked him to practice patiently.

Su Zhizhi learned very quickly, and after practicing a few times, she could write neatly and beautifully.

As for Xue Che, he had already learned these characters and was just reviewing them when he wrote them.

Seeing that Su Zhizhi and Xue Che had already mastered it, Old Man Qin asked:

"Do you know Xuanyuan Huangdi?"

Su Zhizhi raised her hand: "I know, Master has talked about it before, the one that destroyed Chiyou."

Xue Che stood up and answered, "He was a king in ancient times, ruling the world without any clothes hanging down."

Old Man Qin looked at Xue Che, stroked his beard and smiled:

"Then do you know why the Yellow Emperor was able to rule the world with just his clothes?"

Xue Che recalled the knowledge that the Master had taught him in Chang'an:

"The Yellow Emperor was born with divine spirit, able to speak when weak, loyal and obedient when young, kind and intelligent when grown up, and wise and intelligent when mature. He governed well and did nothing, and therefore he was the people's favorite."

Su Zhizhi was listening to a legendary story: "Is it so magical?"

Old Man Qin didn't say yes or no. He walked to the last bookshelf in the school and pulled out a book:

"You two read it yourselves."

Xue Che took the book and was surprised to find that it was the lost "Four Classics of Huangdi".

"Hasn't this book been lost long ago?"

Su Zhizhi winked at him: "Didn't I tell you that there are a lot of books in our village?"

Xue Cheru held up the treasure and said, "But this book has been lost. Who can rob this lost book from?"

Su Zhizhi whispered:

"Master Qin's ancestors were tomb raiders, so they know a lot. Master Qin doesn't lead us to rob living people, but to dig underground—"

Old Man Qin raised his hand to stop him: "Ahem, don't mention the past, it's all fate."

Xue Che understood and suddenly felt the book in his hand was hot.

So this was poured out from someone's grave?

Su Zhizhi patted Xue Che and said, "This was copied by my father. You can read it with confidence. The original silk book was hidden away by my father a long time ago."

Xue Che's expression relaxed a little.

Old Man Qin opened the book with his aged fingers and pointed to a page: "A Che, you come and read it."

Xue Che read with clear pronunciation and articulate voice:

"The Yellow Emperor personally encountered Chiyou and captured him. He peeled off his hide and made a plank, and ordered people to shoot at it, rewarding those who hit many targets. He cut off his hair and erected it in the sky, which was called Chiyou's flag. He also filled his stomach with a ball. He ordered people to capture him, and rewarded those who hit many targets. He rotted his bones and flesh and made them into minced meat, and ordered the whole world to gather them..."②

Xue Che couldn't read any further.

He wondered if he had read a fake book.

"Ah ah." Kong Wu didn't understand what Xue Che was reading, so he gently nudged Su Zhizhi's back with his pen.

Su Zhizhi explained to Kong Wu in an exaggerated manner:

"The Yellow Emperor captured Chiyou, made his skin into a target, and had everyone shoot arrows at him. Whoever hit the most arrows would receive a reward. He also cut off Chiyou's hair and hung it on a flag along with his skull. He also made a ball out of his stomach and had everyone kick it around."

"Finally, chop up Chiyou's flesh, mix it into the meat sauce, and share it with everyone."

When Su Zhizhi talked about the last point, she felt that Emperor Xuanyuan was truly a genius.

An enemy can be broken into several pieces and used as a target, a flag, a ball, or a meat sauce.

Su Zhizhi loves meat sauce, but she thinks it would taste weird if chopped human flesh was mixed in it.

She nodded her head and sighed:

"He really doesn't waste anything. No wonder he can rule the world with just clothes on. Just for this reason, he can rule even without clothes!"

Xue Che was still in great shock.

In the past, he had learned the teachings of sages and the righteousness of benevolence and kindness.

But the first lesson in Black Bandit Mountain dealt him a heavy blow.

Old Man Qin patted Xue Che's shoulder:

"Good governance and punishment complement each other."

Su Zhizhi was shaking her head and imitating beside him:

"When dealing with the enemy, you must not be soft-hearted, nor waste your energy."