Chapter 285 Alas - It's a pity that she is a woman
"Hmm? Where are we going to get all this bacon?"
Sang Yongjing was a little embarrassed. Their family still had a lot of salted fish, but they couldn't use salted fish to replace bacon.
"I asked Uncle Zhao to help me collect them. We should be able to gather ten tonight. Let's go back and dig out the bamboo while it's still early."
Sang Yu's plan was very good. Zhao Hu usually slaughtered pigs and sold meat. Among his customers, there were always a few wealthy families who had grain reserves at home. It should not be difficult to collect ten pieces of bacon from them.
What she was thinking about now was to quickly dig out that damn filial bamboo and send it over together with the bacon tomorrow.
One of them was what Sang Yongjing had promised to give, and the rest were the filial piety of Sang Xingjia, as a disciple, to his teacher.
Wow, look how thoughtful she is.
"That's good, that's good." Sang Yongjing finally felt relieved.
After they left, Chai Yuanwei asked Que'er to go to the study to look after the children, while he chatted with Sang Xingjia.
Now that I have accepted him as my disciple, I can now say those things that I was not comfortable saying before.
"Although I accept you as my disciple, there are some things I must explain clearly to you first."
Sang Xingjia didn't know what he wanted to say, so he just listened quietly.
"As my disciple, your moral character and personal ethics must be impeccable. Besides that, if you have anything you want to learn or are confused about, you can ask me."
Chai Yuanwei was quite satisfied with the fact that Sang Xingjia did not interrupt. At least it could be seen that he had a certain amount of patience.
After finishing the previous few sentences, he continued, "I can teach you everything from scholarship to politics and the current situation. I have only one requirement. Regardless of whether you can enter the officialdom in the future, I only hope that you can love the people like your own children."
"I will definitely live up to my teacher's expectations." Sang Xingjia bowed in response.
Neither of them continued talking, and the scene was eerily silent for a moment.
Sang Xingjia happened to think of something that could not only ease the awkwardness but also bring the two closer together, so he hurriedly said, "Teacher, I do have something to ask you, and I hope you can help me."
Chai Yuanwei, who had been racking his brains trying to find a topic, suddenly felt happy: "Just go ahead and talk."
"Yesterday, I learned from someone four famous lines that will be passed down through the ages. Although I can appreciate their exquisiteness, I still have doubts about many of the allusions. Please take a look."
As Sang Xingjia spoke, he took out a neatly folded paper from his waist, unfolded it and handed it to the other party.
Chai Yuanwei originally had some doubts and contempt for the phrase "famous lines that can be sung through the ages" in his words. Since ancient times, countless literati and scholars have left behind countless poems and songs, but only a few of them can truly be sung through the ages.
But when he saw the four sentences on the paper clearly, he was so shocked that he stood up.
"Where did this come from? Who made this statement?"
He repeated these four sentences over and over again. The more he read, the more he felt that they were wonderful, and he even felt as if he had suddenly realized something.
Although Chai Yuanwei previously felt that the view of contemporary scholars that "those who excel in their studies will become officials" was too selfish, he had never been able to come up with a new and more appropriate viewpoint or argument.
The paper that Sang Xingjia handed over now, with just four short sentences, could almost be said to have reconstructed the value system of Confucianism, the main school of scholars, closely combining personal cultivation with social responsibility, metaphysics with practical concerns.
He had every reason to believe that the person who could say such words must be a great Confucian scholar.
"My younger sister read it in a miscellaneous book." Sang Xingjia naturally would not hide anything and directly told what he knew.
Chai Yuanwei, whose heart and eyes were filled with anticipation, was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe it and asked him again, "Where did you see it?"
"It's a miscellaneous book, but I can't remember which one it was." Sang Xingjia felt a little regretful. If he had the opportunity to meet and chat with such an outstanding person, he would probably learn something useful from him.
"impossible!"
When Chai Yuanwei heard these four sentences from a miscellaneous book, he denied it without thinking.
"You're still young, so you probably don't realize how accurate and concise these four sentences are. Every word and every phrase must be carefully considered..."
Chai Yuanwei paced back and forth with the note in his hand, feeling very responsible.
He originally thought that these four sentences might have come from some famous scholars or celebrities throughout the country, but he didn't expect that Sang Xingjia said that his younger sister had seen it in a miscellaneous book.
Anyone who can say these four sentences is certainly not an unknown person. If he casually shows a bit of talent, there will be many family members and scholars who are willing to support him so that he can concentrate on research without having to worry about money.
Such people don't even have enough time to study and perfect their own thoughts and theories, so how can they have the leisure to write miscellaneous books?
This excuse might be enough to deceive the inexperienced Sang Xingjia, but it would be immediately apparent to Chai Yuanwei.
Combining all of the above, if we re-infer, there is only one possibility - the author of these four sentences is Sang Xingjia's sister Sang Yu.
When he first met her, Chai Yuanwei felt that she was smarter and more worldly-wise than most people of her age, and that Sang Yongjing had taught his daughter well.
But when he saw Sang Yongjing again yesterday, during their chat, he gradually came to his senses and realized that the other party was not the knowledgeable person he had imagined.
Although I have read some books, I just read them mechanically and was unable to gain my own unique insights and experiences from them.
In addition, when Sang Yu came to his house alone to try to persuade him later, he finally understood that it was not that Sang Yongjing had taught his daughter well, but that she was naturally intelligent.
However, being able to say these four sentences at such a young age cannot be simply described as natural intelligence. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the reincarnation of Wenquxing.
Sang Xingjia saw that his teacher stopped talking halfway, as if he was thinking about something. He didn't want to interrupt him, but he also felt itchy because he didn't hear the whole thing, so he felt a little uneasy for a while.
Fortunately, after Chai Yuanwei figured out the whole story, he finally remembered his new disciple.
He didn't continue what he had just said. Instead, he asked about Sang Yu: "Has your little sister been so smart since she was a child?"
Although he didn't know why the teacher asked about his younger sister, Sang Xingjia immediately became excited when faced with the rare opportunity to show off his sister.
"Of course. My little sister has been exceptionally intelligent since she was young. It can be said that the fact that our family was able to survive and come to Lingnan and live the good life we have today is all thanks to her."
This just confirmed Chai Yuanwei's suspicions, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Alas—what a pity it's a woman."
If Sang Yu was a man, he would risk his reputation to accept him as his disciple and teach him carefully.
Perhaps she doesn't even need any teaching, just a platform to display her talents, and a bright future will be waiting for her.
But unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in this world.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
