Chapter 145 The True or False Master (2)
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Although Zhu Qingchen is just a teacher in this world, in his world, he is the prince's tutor!
Besides, he felt that the villain who had not yet appeared must be in a high position of power.
Let’s scare Lin Laosan first.
Zhu Qingchen held the wooden board in his hand, looking calm as he walked forward step by step.
Lin Laosan was so scared that he swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but step back step by step.
After the party ended last night, the villagers didn't dare to help Lin Laosan go home, so they let him lie at the doorstep all night.
After waking up, he rushed back home and turned everything upside down, but he couldn't find a single penny.
When he heard from his neighbor that Lin Jingzhe was at Zhu Qingchen's house, he rushed over.
How could he gamble without money? He and several of his gambling friends saw Lin Jingzhe selling prey a few days ago, so Lin Jingzhe must have money.
He was not afraid of Zhu Qingchen either.
Zhu Qingchen must have been trying to scare him. What capital city, what Dali Temple? He was a poor teacher who lived in rags and wore rags. How could he be the teacher of a high-ranking official in the capital? He even said that he was the teacher of the king of heaven.
But now...
Although Zhu Qingchen was wearing coarse linen clothes and carrying a wooden board in his hands, he looked a little funny.
But his aura, as well as his calm expression and tone, made Lin Laosan waver again.
This is even more powerful than the owner of a gambling house.
Could he really be some big shot hiding his identity?
Lin Laosan was forced to retreat again and again by Zhu Qingchen's gaze. Finally, he had nowhere to retreat and was tripped by the earthen threshold behind him and sat down on the ground.
Lin Laosan raised his head, and the familiar fear enveloped him again. He recalled what Zhu Qingchen had said to him last night -
He was sent to the Dali Temple, where he was first beaten with a hundred sticks and then beheaded. His head fell off, but the skin on his neck was still attached.
He regretted that he shouldn't have come to provoke Zhu Qingchen.
At this time, Lin Laosan looked up and suddenly saw Lin Jingzhe standing at the door. He shouted loudly: "Lin Jingzhe, are you just standing there watching? Come over and help me..."
Before Lin Lao San finished speaking, Zhu Qingchen sneered and said calmly: "Who do you want to help you?"
Lin Laosan looked up at him and shuddered: "I..."
"Did I tell you last night that from now on, Lin Jingzhe is my student and will go to the capital with me?" Zhu Qingchen asked again, "Who do you want to help you?"
Lin Lao San smiled and said, "Master Zhu, I... I call my son Lzi..."
He raised his head and looked at Lin Jingzhe fiercely, threatening with his eyes, but his tone was gentle: "Come and help me, come on, dad will take you home, what's the point of always staying here with Master Zhu?"
Lin Jingzhe leaned against the wall, standing there, motionless.
Lin Laosan was getting a little anxious and couldn't help but reveal his true nature: "Are you going to die? I'll fucking beat you to death..."
Meeting Zhu Qingchen's gaze, he quickly changed his words: "Master Zhu, I was just joking. I was drunk last night, and this kid was too troublesome, so I taught him a lesson..."
Zhu Qingchen was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and said calmly, "Get lost."
"We have no rice at home, and we are almost starving to death. How about Master Zhu give us some money? Master Zhu values Jingzhe so much, and he is also the teacher of a high-ranking official in the capital. Master Zhu must not be short of money. Ten taels of silver, just ten taels of silver, and I will let Jingzhe recognize Master Zhu as his godfather, let him stay with Master Zhu, and serve Master Zhu for a long time..."
Lin Jingzhe held on to the wall, and walked forward quickly: "Master, don't listen to him, don't give him money..."
He didn't care that his father was going to give him away, he only cared that Master Zhu was not cheated of money by his father.
Lin Laosan scolded in a low voice: "What do you know, kid? Master Zhu likes you and wants to take you as his student." He smiled and looked at Zhu Qingchen again: "Master Zhu, just ten taels of silver..."
Zhu Qingchen said: "When a teacher accepts students, the students should pay tuition to the teacher. Why is it the other way around when it comes to you?"
"Isn't our family situation special? My child is already fourteen years old and can work. If I give him to Master Zhu for free, I have to charge him some money..."
"Then let's go to the government office."
"Eh? No, what are we going to do at the government office?" Lin Laosan was a little anxious.
"Human trafficking, child abuse, and gambling are enough to warrant beheading."
Zhu Qingchen reached out to grab him, but before he could touch his collar, Lin Laosan nimbly got up from the ground, turned around and ran away.
Lin Jingzhe stood by and whispered, "Master Zhu, he is just a scoundrel, don't give him money and don't say anything to him."
"I know." Zhu Qingchen turned his head and looked at him, "Go back and rest. Your injuries are not healed yet. Don't get out of bed."
"I..." Lin Jingzhe said again, "I have to go back. I haven't finished my housework yet..."
"Don't do it. It's useless to do it." Zhu Qingchen said seriously, "You will be beaten if you make money, and you will be beaten if you don't make money. You might as well turn the money into food and drink, take good care of your body, and strive to fight him as soon as possible."
It seems to make sense.
Lin Jingzhe looked puzzled, and Zhu Qingchen supported his arm and helped him into the room.
"Don't worry, just stay here with me for a while and recuperate. I will help you find a solution."
"But..." Lin Jingzhe looked back, a little hesitant.
"He's right. You're already fourteen years old and will be able to work soon. Repay me when you get better."
Zhu Qingchen certainly didn't expect him to work, he just wanted him to feel better so that he could stay with peace of mind.
"Okay." Lin Jingzhe nodded vigorously. "Then I will help Master Zhu clean up the yard, plant vegetables, repair the roof, and make some furniture."
"Anything is fine."
Zhu Qingchen supported him and let him sit down on the bed, then put a pillow under him for him to lean on.
The villagers gave them two or three steamed buns last night, but they have gone cold by now.
Lin Jingzhe didn't mind and wanted to eat it with cold water.
But Zhu Qingchen refused.
He was injured, and eating cold steamed buns with cold water could cause him to have a stomachache at the very least, or at worst, the cold evil would invade his body, causing fever and chills.
For a child with a fragile body, these diseases could directly cost him his life.
Zhu Qingchen let him sleep for a while longer, then took the steamed buns to the kitchen to prepare some more processing.
The teacher probably doesn't cook much, because the kitchen is in a shabby state, the rice jar is empty, and spiders are making webs in it.
The system asks: "What are you going to do?"
"Do..." Zhu Qingchen choked and put the steamed bun down, "Let's boil some hot water. At least we can't let him drink cold water."
"Um."
Zhu Qingchen found a small pot, cleaned it, and placed it on the stove.
He squatted in front of the stove, used a tinder to ignite the straw, and then used the straw to light the firewood.
The system was surprised: "The prince's tutor actually knows how to burn firewood."
Zhu Qingchen threw the firewood into the stove: "Li Yue often takes me out to roast rabbits."
Soon, the fire was blazing. Zhu Qingchen found three bamboo chopsticks, washed them, set up a rack in the pot, and put the buns on it to heat. Zhu Qingchen looked at the fire and asked, "When will Lin Laosan go to see the King of Hell? When will people from the capital come? I'm afraid that if Lin Laosan comes a few more times, I'll be exposed."
The system said: "I saw that you were so confident that I thought you were not afraid at all."
"Of course I'm scared." Zhu Qingchen said, "If we get caught, he'll beat Lin Jingzhe and I to death together."
"The original book doesn't specify a date, but it says it's summer, so it should be soon."
"Yeah." Zhu Qingchen supported his head and added firewood to the stove.
Suddenly, at this moment, a child's cheerful voice came from outside the door: "Master!"
The child ran in from outside with a small stool on his back and two upside-down bowls in his hands: "Master, I'm here to bring you food!"
"What?"
Deliver food!
Zhu Qingchen's eyes lit up and he looked back.
It turns out that the teacher really doesn’t cook. Instead, the students who come to attend his classes take turns bringing him meals!
Zhu Qingchen looked at the only three steamed buns in the pot, then at the two small salted fish and wild vegetables that his students brought him, and shed tears of emotion.
Soon, Zhu Qingchen's other students arrived.
There weren’t many, just three or four kids, all very young.
Because they are still young, they can't do any farm work and need adults to look after them, so they are simply sent here to study.
When they grow up and are able to work, they may not come anymore.
Zhu Qingchen stood in front of the stove and divided the salted fish and wild vegetables in the bowl into half into another bowl.
Several children stood beside him, standing on tiptoe, watching the teacher distribute the food eagerly.
Zhu Qingchen held the bowl and handed it to a child who looked older: "Take it to the room and give it to Brother Jingzhe."
"Okay." The child responded, and swallowed his saliva at the charred salted fish in the bowl. He forced himself to look away, holding the bowl, and ran into the room quickly, "Brother Jingzhe!"
Zhu Qingchen picked up his own portion and called the students out.
Under the osmanthus tree in the yard, there was a small table with one leg missing and a small stool.
Zhu Qingchen put his breakfast on the table, and the students also put the stools they brought with them in front of the teacher and sat down obediently.
Zhu Qingchen instructed them: "First, familiarize yourself with the new words and articles I taught you last time. The teacher will eat first."
"good--"
Zhu Qingchen picked up the salted fish and was about to take a bite when he suddenly noticed several gazes lingering on him pitifully.
Zhu Qingchen turned around and protected his little salted fish: "This is Master's! Master hasn't had breakfast yet!"
But in the end——
Several children gathered in a circle. Zhu Qingchen wiped the knife for cutting wood with a handkerchief, put the salted fish on the table, and started cutting the fish carefully.
"Okay, okay, stop drooling. One for each person. Everyone gets one."
Zhu Qingchen cut the salted fish into several pieces, broke the steamed buns into small pieces, and sandwiched the salted fish between the steamed buns, giving each child a piece.
The children picked up the food carefully, ate the steamed buns first, and left a small piece of salted fish to eat in small bites.
Zhu Qingchen ate the steamed buns with wild vegetables in big mouthfuls. While eating, he closed his eyes and told himself: "This is not a wild vegetable, this is not a wild vegetable, this is a big chicken leg, this is a big chicken leg."
The system said faintly: "You are a little fool, you are a little fool."
Soon, Zhu Qingchen finished eating the steamed bun, while the group of children were still holding the small piece of salted fish, slowly savoring the salty taste.
Zhu Qingchen slapped the table and urged them, "Eat quickly, class is about to start."
"Yes, Master."
A few children reluctantly stuffed the salted fish into their mouths and chewed them hard until they had no taste left, and then they were willing to swallow the salted fish.
Zhu Qingchen asked: "Where did we leave off last time?"
The older child said, "Master, last time we talked about the Jiuji Pian."
"It's Jijiupian, not Jiujiupian." Zhu Qingchen nodded, "Then do you all know how to read?"
"Hmm..." The children looked at each other, not daring to speak. It seemed that there was no answer.
Zhu Qingchen smiled and said, "Then let's continue learning today. When we have learned enough, I will teach you how to keep accounts."
For them, they don’t necessarily have to know how to write articles, but they can learn to keep accounts, which can make their lives better in the future.
Zhu Qingchen and his students sat under the osmanthus tree.
In order to save ink, he dipped a bald brush in water and wrote on the slate.
Several children followed Zhu Qingchen and recited: "Song Yannian, Zheng Zifang. Wei Yishou, Shi Buchang."
Because words written with water will dry up, Zhu Qingchen can only keep filling them up.
Lin Jingzhe finished his hot meal in the room, then twisted his neck and skillfully applied some medicine on himself.
They were all minor injuries, and he was used to them.
However, when he heard the sound of children reading with Master Zhu, he could not help but hold on to the wall and move to the outside.
This was something he was not used to.
Lin Jingzhe sat down in front of the door, propped up his head with a look of longing, and listened with fascination. He couldn't help but sway his body gently to the rhythm.
It was originally the simplest literacy article for children, but to him it sounded like heavenly music.
Those catchy rhyming articles were like a puff of smoke, like a dream, lifting him high up and letting him fly into the clouds.
Suddenly, the sound of reading disappeared.
Lin Jingzhe came to his senses and found that Master Zhu and the children were looking at him curiously.
Lin Jingzhe fell from the clouds, his face turned red and he felt embarrassed.
He was at a loss, wiping his hands on his clothes: "I...I...Master, I will pay the money. I will go and fix the gate to the yard now."
Zhu Qingchen smiled and said, "If you don't come and see, but just sit there and listen, how can you know what these words look like?"
"Ah..." Lin Jingzhe was stunned for a moment.
"Come here. You have to repay me anyway, so why not just owe me a little more?"
Zhu Qingchen's students also waved at him: "Brother Jingzhe, come here."
Only then did Lin Jingzhe move over carefully.
Fourteen-year-old Lin Jingzhe hugged his legs and sat with a group of four or five-year-old children, reading with them in a low voice.
Zhu Qingchen held the pen and traced the disappearing words over and over again.
When he had almost finished reading the sentence, he handed the pens to the students and asked them to write along.
The children wrote five times respectively, and finally put the pen into Lin Jingzhe's hand: "Brother Jingzhe, here you go."
"I..." Lin Jingzhe felt embarrassed, and the hand holding the pen trembled slightly.
Zhu Qingchen said: "It doesn't matter, just write it."
"Yeah." Lin Jingzhe lowered his head and responded sullenly.
Take a look and write a stroke.
Take another look and write again, carefully.
*
This little world is different from all the previous worlds.
In the past world, Zhu Qingchen didn’t have to worry about food and clothing, he just had to follow the plot.
This world...
Zhu Qingchen was always on the verge of starvation, poverty, or being crushed to death by a dilapidated house.
Therefore, in addition to teaching the children in the village to read and write, Zhu Qingchen also found something to do to make money. Even though they knew that Lin Laosan was going to hell, they still had to live their lives, and making more money was never a bad thing.
Zhu Qingchen tore off a piece of blue cloth and wrote the three characters "Little Zhuge" on it, with a few lines of smaller characters next to it.
Fortune telling, antiques and bronze ware; writing letters and homework for others.
One afternoon, after teaching his students, Zhu Qingchen carried a flag and walked towards the city.
Lin Jingzhe's injury had not healed yet, and Zhu Qingchen was afraid that he would be beaten by Lin Laosan again, so he took him along.
The system said: "Chenchen, you are lying. Your last name is not Zhuge at all."
Zhu Qingchen said confidently: "But my last name is 'Zhu', they are all the same."
"..." The system paused, "I know, you are a piglet, right?"
This is a small town that is not very prosperous, but it is quite good compared to Linjia Village.
Zhu Qingchen found an empty seat by the river where there were many vendors.
Lin Jingzhe put the bench in place: "Master."
"Thank you." Zhu Qingchen sat down on the bench, got ready, and waited for the guests to come.
Lin Jingzhe followed him and looked at him seriously.
After spending these few days together, Lin Jingzhe could see that Master Zhu was really good to him and really wanted to protect him.
Master Zhu would share most of the food his students sent him and would get up in the middle of the night to drink water when he was so hungry.
Master Zhu would even let him sleep on the bed while he himself slept on the table.
He really wanted to ask why Master Zhu was so nice to him, but he was too embarrassed to ask.
He thought that Master Zhu must have felt sorry for him, so...
But he didn't know anything. Not only could he not repay Master Zhu, but he also had to eat Master Zhu's food every day.
Lin Jingzhe lowered his head, thinking to himself that he would cut some reeds on the way back, dry them, and repair the roof for Master Zhu.
Suddenly, Zhu Qingchen shouted: "Qingzhe."
Lin Jingzhe came back to his senses and raised his head: "Master?"
"Since there are no customers right now, can I help you read your palm?"
"Okay... okay." Lin Jingzhe would not refuse and subconsciously stretched out his hand.
As a result, he saw his little black claws, quickly retracted his hand, and rubbed it on his clothes.
Zhu Qingchen smiled and said, "It doesn't matter." He propped up his head and asked casually, "Do you know what your name means?"
“Hmm…” Lin Jingzhe nodded, “The village chief said that I was born on the day of Jingzhe, so I was named Lin Jingzhe.”
"Then do you know what Jingzhe means?"
Lin Jingzhe shook his head.
"'Jing' means to wake up, and 'zhe' means to lie dormant. What do they mean together?"
Lin Jingzhe whispered: "Awaken...the dormant...little bug?"
Zhu Qingchen laughed out loud: "Yes, that's what it means. On the day of Jingzhe, spring thunder roars, waking up the little bugs underground."
Lin Jingzhe said: "Then I am the little bug."
"Even a small bug underground has the right to see the light of day again." Zhu Qingchen said seriously, "You just haven't waited for the thunder yet."
Zhu Qingchen looked at his black little paws and said, "Look, the lines on your palms are messy when you are young, but as long as you overcome this small hurdle, you will be able to see the light of day again, and your future will be smooth."
"Really?" Lin Jingzhe was also an ordinary child who liked to hear good things from others, not to mention good things from Master Zhu, who was very authoritative in his mind.
"Of course it's true. Master Zhu studied under Lishan and is very accurate in palmistry."
"Then..." Lin Jingzhe asked with great anticipation, "Then Master, can you help me see if I can be a waiter in the future?"
Zhu Qingchen was stunned for a moment: "Waiter...Waiter..."
He originally thought that no matter what, Lin Jingzhe wanted to make a fortune and become a high-ranking official.
But he didn't expect that Lin Jingzhe only wanted to be a waiter.
This may be the most "unambitious" student he has ever taught.
His other students were either top scorers or lawyers, either emperors or generals. Only this one wanted to be a waiter.
Lin Jingzhe was not greedy at all. He just wanted to be an ordinary waiter, greeting guests in an inn or restaurant, no longer suffer from hunger and cold, beatings and scolding, and live a peaceful and stable life.
Zhu Qingchen choked up, met his expectant gaze, and nodded quickly: "Of course, you are destined to live a stable life, with no worries about food and clothing."
Lin Jingzhe smiled shyly: "Thank you, Master."
"You are welcome."
Zhu Qingchen and Lin Jingzhe waited for a while. People were coming and going in front of them, but no one stopped in front of them.
Lin Jingzhe smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master. I'm almost well now. Tomorrow I will go into the mountains to hunt with the hunter. When we kill prey, we will bring it back to sell." "Okay." Zhu Qingchen supported his head, thought about it, turned around, and picked up a stone from the river.
Zhu Qingchen threw the stone, attracting the attention of everyone on the street.
He cleared his throat and said loudly: "It is said that five hundred years ago, there was a country called Aolai in the east. In Aolai there was a grassland called Qingqing Grassland!"
system:? ? ?
The system was shocked: "Chenchen, are you crazy? Are you crazy about watching cartoons?"
"Didn't the original book ask me to tell the story of Journey to the West?"
"Are you talking about Journey to the West? You are clearly talking about Journey to the West: Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf!"
"I don't care. I told you anyway."
"In the first episode, a lamb encountered a wolf, but he was able to get out of danger and turn the danger into safety." Zhu Qingchen raised his hand, "There are five lambs on this green grassland, they are..."
The people gathered together silently, but the system flew away silently.
He didn't want to admit that this little idiot was his host.
In the evening, Zhu Qingchen left a message to the onlookers, "To know what happens next, please wait for the next episode," and then left.
He put the ten copper coins he earned from "talking about cartoons" into his pocket and bought a sesame cake for himself and Lin Jingzhe respectively.
Two people carried flags, backed benches, and walked out of the city while eating sesame cakes.
"Jingzhe, this is called 'knowledge is power', you should also read more."
"Okay, I remember it." Lin Jingzhe nodded seriously.
Just as the two men walked out of the city gate, suddenly, someone chased after them from behind, shouting as he chased: "Lin Jingzhe! Lin Jingzhe! Lin Laosan's son of a bitch! Stop!"
The smile on Lin Jingzhe's face disappeared immediately.
Every time he is happy, someone comes to spoil his fun.
"Master, let's go quickly. It shouldn't be a problem. He must have owed money again. The creditor is here to ask me for the money."
He whispered to Zhu Qingchen, pulling his sleeve, trying to pull him away quickly.
Zhu Qingchen did not object, followed his footsteps and left with him.
The teacher and the student almost ran.
But the next second, the person behind him shouted angrily: "Why are you running? Your father is dead!"
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