125 is not only about rolling
The early morning in the valley is beyond description of the cool breeze.
The moment they open the door, they shiver several times because it is not convenient for them to wear too many clothes during morning exercises.
Fang Xiao let them practice in the yard. The temperature difference between the yard and outside was quite large, and it would be troublesome if the children caught a cold.
During the first day of morning exercise, Fang Xiao stood quietly by and watched. Both Wu Da and Wu Xiao were trained by him, and they were a relatively good group of people.
His son also followed him early in the morning. He had already told his son that since he had followed the master, he should try his best to stay with the master from now on. During his time in the valley, he could only go home to rest in the morning and evening.
He stared at Ping An on the field. Although he was still young, every move he made was perfect. He did not seem complacent or perfunctory just because he was liked by his master.
Sun Yat-sen once told him privately that this was an extremely gifted child, who had learned things to the point where others would envy, jealous and hate him.
He is also very hardworking. No matter how much homework he is assigned every day, he will complete it conscientiously. What he says is almost impeccable, and he thinks several steps ahead before taking a step. He is simply not like a child.
There is no doubt that the eldest son's two sons are also very good.
But what he values most is a peaceful and easy-going character. He treats his subordinates like a young master. As long as you are loyal enough, he can treat you as a friend.
In this respect, the two pampered young masters of the eldest master cannot compare with him.
This cannot be said to be wrong, this is what they should do.
But Awu was his only child, and he was changed to a good citizen. He just signed a ten-year living contract with the eldest son in private. This was his own request. It is impossible for a child whose parents are slaves to soar to the sky. Everything will go wrong.
He hoped that his son could be with such a master, who would treat him with sincerity, give him confidence, and gradually become someone like Sun Yat-sen.
Mrs. Fang didn't know when she stood behind her husband, "Master, there is only one sister-in-law Yuan in the courtyard. Master Ping'an said that they can do all the small things themselves."
Fang Xiao nodded and said, "Listen to him. Find someone to build a kang for the wing room today. Prepare the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone so that Ah Wu can study with Master Ping An."
His son is good at everything except studying. This is definitely not okay. If he only knows martial arts, he will just be a good guard, just like him at most. He still hopes that his son can be both literary and martial.
He also studied hard with the eldest son, otherwise he would not have been allowed to hold such an important position.
Not only here, but also the medicine shops in several nearby states are basically managed by him and Sun Wen, one manages people and the other manages accounts.
Half an hour later, Ping'an took Yuanqing, Qingshi and Wu Jun back to the house to wash up. He didn't care about Erqiang and Lin Feng. If they liked martial arts, they could practice more, but they had to read and practice calligraphy for an hour every morning. They were not required to know the difficult ones for the imperial examinations, but they had to be able to read and write the most basic ones like the Three Character Classic.
You have to know how to write the simplest letters and general characters.
Yuanqing, Qingshi and Wu Jun have been studying with him in the mornings these days without interruption. Sun Yat-sen would tend to teach them more about arithmetic and the like.
When Fang Wu returned home to wash up, his parents immediately took out a set of writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone and a few books.
"Awu, I don't want to say more. From now on, you will follow Master Ping An. You should learn whatever he learns."
Fang Wu frowned, as he had heard what Erqiang said yesterday afternoon.
Master Ping An practiced martial arts in the morning, studied literature in the morning, studied medicine in the afternoon, and practiced calligraphy in the evening.
Where would I have the extra time to go hunting in the mountains? Where could I chat and play with Hu Zi and the others?
"Mom and Dad, I'm not going to take the imperial examination, so why should I study like this? Master Ping'an studies medicine in the afternoon, and I don't want to do that. He also has to practice calligraphy at night, so why should I write such beautiful calligraphy?"
Madam Fang smiled and said, "Boss, let's put it this way. Forget about the early morning. You must practice martial arts. You must study in the morning. That's also for sure. Forget about the afternoon and evening. You should practice martial arts more often. You must have your own strengths."
Fang Xiao sighed. This was all that could be done.
In the morning, Zhou Heng took a few children to study in the main room, and he was building a kang in his side room.
These children cannot attend classes together yet, so Ping'an and Yuanqing are taught separately in the east room. He has already learned the Four Books.
Qingshi, Wu Jun and Fang Wu outside are considered a group. Erqiang and Lin Feng only need to teach the basics and can go out in half a morning.
Tong Lin and Zhang Xiaoshan already knew the basics, so Ping An just followed them. He couldn't expect them to be both literary and martial. Zhang Xiaoshan directly asked him to find Master Qin to do something, while Tong Lin followed the big and small martial arts masters. Ping An didn't care how they practiced kung fu with others during the day.
Three days passed in a flash.
Zhou Heng has already started teaching Ping An how to write poetry. The imperial examinations of the Great Zhou Dynasty attach great importance to poetry. After all, at any banquet, whether men or women, they will recite some poetry to liven up the atmosphere and increase their popularity.
Ping An naturally has many famous poems and nouns, but how can a freshman who has been studying for less than a year write a poem that is popular and amazing? Do you want to die?
Peaceful and not stupid.
You can still choose the simplest one and deal with it as much as possible, but even so, Zhou Heng was stunned and called him a genius in his heart.
Mr. Sun was right in his praise. With time, it would not be difficult for Ping An to pass the imperial examination and become a Jinshi. There is even a possibility that he would become the top scorer in the imperial examination.
For a short while, Zhou Heng couldn't control his excitement when he thought that by chance, he would be able to teach the future top scholar or third scholar of the Zhou Dynasty.
Then he thought that this was the eldest son's apprentice, and that he might even surpass his master in medical skills in the future, and his heart couldn't help but beat.
People eat all kinds of grains, so it is inevitable that they will get sick. Like his parents and grandmother, he is now considered one of the future famous doctors. If he really has any disease, he will be treated directly, right?
Thinking of this, Zhou Heng became more serious about teaching Ping An.
Ping An was a little confused, but he could accept it. This level was not a problem for him. Just roll it up, roll them all up.
Yuanqing was a little excited. It was a good thing for him that Mr. Xin was so dedicated.
He likes reading, and now the eldest master did not let him sign a death contract because he accompanied Master Ping'an to study. Instead, he only signed a living contract for twenty years in private.
A living indenture is different. It does not need to be filed in the government office. If it is to take the imperial examination together with Master Ping'an in the future, it will be possible. The eldest son has expressed his intention to him in this regard.
He had no idea how far he could get in the imperial examination, as his talent could not compare with Master Ping'an's. But if he could pass the examination and become a scholar in the future and work as an accountant for Master Ping'an like Mr. Sun, he would be satisfied.
Fang Wu was in pain.
He was not able to join the group with Erqiang and Lin Feng because his parents insisted, so he joined the group with Qingshi and Wu Jun.
But Qingshi and Wu Jun are so abominable. Why work so hard? The imperial examination?
He was so exhausted that he could no longer cry.
From Ping'an afternoon to dusk, I was in the pharmaceutical workshop with Qingshi, Wu Jun, and Zhang Xiaoshan, doing everything from selecting herbs, to grinding, to mixing, to preparation, to pill making, and to drying.
The whole process was done meticulously and repeatedly, with a level of seriousness comparable to that of an experienced pharmacist.
This made Master Qin and the other masters silent.
As expected of the eldest son's disciple, he works really hard.
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