Since this is my first time visiting Qingxia Village, I've already taken advantage of the village by using their house. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to eat their food for no reason.
The pageboy's throat bobbed. "Young Master Wenxuan, take it back."
"Sir, I didn't mean anything by it, I just hope that when you teach at the school, you can be stricter with the two children of the Chen family."
Mr. Zhou calmly said, "I will treat all children equally. I will not be harsh or demanding towards anyone who gives me favors."
A strangely familiar simulated dialogue.
Wenxuan lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously.
"Sir, you may not know this, but the uncle's ideas are different from those of ordinary farmers. He said that he wants the Chen family's daughters to be able to go to school and study, even if they just audit classes."
"Um?"
Mr. Zhou seemed to have been frozen in place.
"this?"
Su Wenxuan looked somewhat surprised at the strangely familiar conversation.
It happened just now ahead of schedule.
Having studied for many years, he was naturally not the kind of old, pedantic scholar who insisted that women should not be able to read and write like men. In fact, many daughters of prominent families had been taught by famous teachers in their childhood.
If women had been allowed to participate in the imperial examinations, many men might not have been able to pass them.
But the fact that such an open-minded person could be found in such a small mountain village really surprised him.
Wenxuan looked at the man and said mysteriously, "Sir, this uncle is no ordinary person. I wonder if you've ever heard of him, the 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' master in town?"
Mr. Zhou shook his head.
"Please wait a moment, sir."
He placed the meat on the table.
Then he hurriedly returned to his clan and took out his sketchbook.
"Sir is this book."
Mr. Zhou was taken aback. "So it was him?"
"Have you heard of this book, sir?"
Mr. Zhou chuckled: "This idea is something that scholars usually think about. Recently, it's been discussed quite a bit in town by two groups of people. I overheard it myself."
"Some people say this is an erotic novel that poisons the hearts of young boys and girls."
"Some say this is a serious and profound social sketchbook with a deep theme and lofty ideals. Those who only understand Yanqing are vulgar and mediocre people."
"What do you think, sir?" Su Wenxuan asked, somewhat curious.
"Go back now, I'll keep the meat."
The page stood at a distance, watching quietly without uttering a word.
Upon hearing Mr. Zhou's words, they were stunned.
When did you become so easy to talk to, sir?
Teaching girls to read is something that has never happened before.
Su Wenxuan had a smile on his lips.
It's the kind of story you can enjoy, which may not be understood by others, but is appreciated and understood by your respected elders.
The fact that the gentleman left the meat indicates that he could accept the uncle's story and represents his approval.
An older man and a gentleman, both figures I admire, each shining brightly in their respective circles.
Wenxuan felt very pleased that the two could appreciate each other and not be enemies.
After Su Wenxuan left.
Mr. Zhou murmured, "I never imagined that such a small mountain village would have two hermits?"
The pageboy whispered, "Does the master mean the farmer who gave the magistrate his opinion and rushed to harvest the wheat ahead of schedule?"
Mr. Zhou nodded.
He turned his head and looked at the steaming pork on the table.
He smiled.
He's an interesting farmer, though.
Sending girls to school, especially for those from farming families, involved immense financial burdens, societal prejudices, and unimaginable pressures.
"Eat."
The osmanthus tree outside the window gently shook down a carpet of fallen leaves, and a cool summer breeze blew in from the courtyard and into the house.
In the small courtyard.
A summer breeze lifted Mr. Zhou's skirt. His gaze swept across the sky, where the sky outside the window was a clear blue, birds chirped softly, and white clouds drifted gently.
The tip of my nose smelled the fresh scent of wild grass.
He suddenly felt that staying here wouldn't be so bad.
Su Wenxuan, standing outside the door, kept muttering to himself, "This uncle is simply—he predicted Mr.'s prediction in advance."
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