Chapter 33 Choosing to bow
Zhao Yuanxi noticed his gaze and couldn't help but feel funny. Such a conservative old man, he still felt embarrassed.
"Since Mr. Chunyu is not feeling well, I will have someone send you back first! As for Fusu's matter, I will not agree to it."
Now even if Ying Zheng came and ordered her to hand Fusu over to Chunyu Yue for education, Zhao Yuanxi would not agree.
Their values are different. If Fusu is taught like this by him, Zhao Yuanxi will probably think that it’s better not to have this grandson!
Even though she knew that she was the one who was out of tune with this era.
Chunyu Yue stood up and bowed deeply to Zhao Yuanxi, his face filled with shame. "I was disrespectful first. Thank you, Queen Dowager, for not holding it against me. You said before that I would teach Master Fusu in Canglang Pavilion. I wonder if this is still true?"
Zhao Yuanxi laughed in his heart.
She really doesn't want this stinky old man to live next door to her now!
But thinking of his age and how he had just been nearly pissed off, Zhao Yuanxi could only politely decline, "Mr. Chunyu is in poor health. I can't bear to have you worrying about Fusu's affairs. Why don't you recuperate at home first and discuss this matter when you're better?"
By that time, she would have found new teachers for Fusu and Ziying, so they would no longer need him.
Although Chunyu Yue was a bit pedantic, he was also a Confucian scholar with a good brain. He could understand the meaning of the Queen Mother's words. Thinking about what he had just refused, and now he had to ask for it, Chunyu Yue's face turned pale and red.
Complex emotions intertwined in his heart. Chunyu Yue laughed at himself. Regardless of whether the Queen Mother's other words were right or wrong, she was right about one thing: he could not be called a gentleman, and it was appropriate to call him a hypocrite.
Chunyu Yue came back to his senses and bowed his head, saying, "As your teacher, I shall teach you wholeheartedly. I know that the Queen Mother and I have different ideas. If there are any areas where I disagree with the Queen Mother in the future, I am willing to discuss it with her first before teaching you."
The hope for the prosperity of Confucianism lies in his hands, and Chunyu Yue really cannot bear to see Confucianism finally destroyed in his hands.
To do this, he is willing to take a step back.
Zhao Yuanxi's expression was a little subtle. She said yes! She really didn't want to quarrel with the stinky old man every day. She said no! It was rare to have such a person willing to cooperate with her.
She turned to Fusu and asked, "Do you want Mr. Chunyu to continue teaching you, or do you want me to find you a new teacher?"
Fusu was frightened by Chunyu Yue. Thinking of his teacher's tireless teaching, he naturally didn't want to let him leave.
"Mother, I want the teacher to stay." Fusu said with pleading eyes.
"Okay, I'll let You clean up Canglang Pavilion, and you will continue to study with Mr. Chunyu from now on." Zhao Yuanxi looked at the cute Fusu with some pampering in his eyes.
But when she looked at Chunyu Yue, her expression became serious again. "Since Mr. Chunyu is willing to discuss it with me, please prepare the lesson plan for me to review one day before class."
Chunyu Yue was delighted at first, but then he became confused. "I don't know what a teaching case is."
Zhao Yuanxi explained, "A lesson plan is your course schedule. It should clearly state the class time, content, objectives, and assigned homework."
Chunyu Yue's lips trembled, and he stammered, "No one has ever taught like this before."
If he had to write these lesson plans every day, how much time and energy would it take? Although he would have a goal before teaching, it would only require a rough plan in his mind. It wouldn't be so troublesome.
"Mr. Chunyu, are you unwilling?"
"I am willing." Chunyu Yue said helplessly.
Zhao Yuanxi nodded in satisfaction and continued to make a request, "I also have a little grandson who has only learned a few words. I would also like to trouble Mr. Chunyu to teach him as well."
Chunyu Yue glanced at the mud-covered child standing behind the Queen Mother. The corners of his mouth twitched. He really wanted to refuse, but when he thought of Fusu, he could only grit his teeth and agree.
"Oh! Isn't Confucianism about teaching students in accordance with their aptitude? For my grandson's teaching, Mr. Chunyu, please prepare a separate lesson plan. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"No problem." Chunyu Yue responded numbly. He even felt that if the Queen Mother asked him to prepare another teaching plan for her, he would agree.
Zhao Yuanxi was very satisfied, "Then I'll trouble you, sir."
He was willing, but Ziying was not.
Ziying felt extremely aggrieved. This old man started quarreling with his grandmother as soon as he arrived, and was even making a fuss. How could he be his teacher? Besides, he was only three years old, why should he need to study!
"Mother, I want to farm with you. I don't want to follow him."
"Does Ziying like farming, or does he not want to study?" Zhao Yuanxi directly exposed his little thoughts.
Ziying turned around and hid behind Fusu, "I don't want to learn anyway!"
"Okay! If you don't want to learn, then just follow me and farm!" Zhao Yuanxi crossed his arms and snorted coldly.
Ziying's eyes rolled around, as if he was thinking about the truthfulness of what Zhao Yuanxi said.
However, it was not until Zhao Yuanxi really asked him to carry a hoe and hoe the fields that he realized what regret meant.
Zhao Yuanxi signaled Chunyu Yue that he could go back.
There was still a small part of the field that had not been watered. Seeing that it was getting late, she took the bucket and went to water the field herself.
Finish work early and go back to eat early.
Chunyu Yue wanted to say something, but when he thought of the reason for the quarrel with the Queen Mother, he swallowed his words back. He wanted to leave, but was too embarrassed to do so, so he could only stand there uncomfortably.
"My grandmother said that this piece of land is planted with watermelons, a sweet fruit that will be ready for harvest in three months. She promised to give me an extra one so I can give it to my teacher." Fusu smiled brightly, and the setting sun happened to fall into his eyes, as if giving him a layer of brilliance.
Chunyu Yue's eyes flashed, and he took the water scoop from his hand with a pursed mouth. "Since I want to buy a melon from you, there is no reason for you, a three-year-old child, to work hard."
Fusu seemed confused. He felt that there was something different about the master!
Ziying pulled Fusu and whispered in his ear, "Brother, I think you are a bit stupid as a teacher."
Fusu tilted his head, not understanding why Ziying said that.
Even after so many things happened, he still respected Mr. Chunyu very much, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but want to refute him.
But the other party's next words left him unable to refute.
"We all know not to get our clothes dirty when we go out, but you, the teacher, didn't even notice your clothes were dirty."
Although Ziying lowered his voice, the children's whispers were just what he thought were whispers.
Everyone around could hear it clearly.
Zhao Yuanxi turned around and saw Chunyu Yue wearing a long robe and silk shoes walking in the mud.
......
Perhaps he also heard Ziying's words. Chunyu Yue tugged at his clothes and noticed the mud on the hem, frowning.
Zhao Yuanxi raised his eyebrows. Although he looked a little weird, he was not so annoying anymore.
I'm not afraid of making mistakes, I'm just afraid of knowing the mistakes and not correcting them. Although this person is a bit pedantic, he can still be saved.
He is a talent after all, and should not be wasted!
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