Chapter 570 Acquaintance
Daji looked at it, pulled the kite and put it into Zhou Silang's hand, then walked up silently and stood behind the three of them.
The leading boy glanced at Manbao, pointed at her and said, "Go away. It's none of your business if we boys fight."
Manbao slapped his finger away, "Who taught you to point at people when you talk?"
The boy got angry, "You hit me?"
Manbao: "Don't point your finger at people when you're talking!"
Mr. Zhuang couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up and walked over. He frowned, coughed lightly, and asked, "What are you guys doing?"
The three men, who were so angry, froze for a moment. They could only turn around and salute with a sense of grievance and guilt, calling out, "Sir."
The group of young men couldn't help but shrink back when they heard this. In this area of Qixia Mountain, besides the nearby residents, the majority of people coming here are students and teachers from the large and small academies in Yizhou City.
They were obviously still students. Although Mr. Zhuang was not their teacher, they still felt guilty when facing him.
They were just considering what to say when a commanding voice rang out from behind the teenagers, "What are you doing here?"
Hearing this voice, the teenagers couldn't help but stiffen their bodies, turned around stiffly, and made some space.
Then Manbao and Mr. Zhuang saw a middle-aged man with a dignified face.
Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled when he saw him, and the other party was also startled when he saw Mr. Zhuang. Then he took two steps forward and saluted, saying, "Brother Zhuang, why are you here too?"
Mr. Zhuang quickly returned the greeting and said with a smile, "So it's Junior Brother Huang. The prefectural school exams are over, aren't they? I'm taking my disciples out for a walk. What are you doing..."
Huang Chuan glanced at the young men and said, "It's a rare sunny day today, so I asked them to come out and fly kites to ward off bad luck. I didn't expect to meet you here."
Mr. Zhuang turned around and said to Manbao and the other two, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you come up and meet Uncle Huang?"
Huang Chuan also glanced at his students and said, "Come up and greet Mr. Zhuang."
These students were not his first disciples, but only students in the academy, so there was no need to call Mr. Zhuang "uncle master".
But Manbao and the others are different. They are Mr. Zhuang’s disciples, so the etiquette they have to perform is more formal.
The three of them bowed deeply, called out "Uncle Master", and then stood aside, glancing at the group of young men.
The group of young men did not dare to argue with them anymore. They stepped forward to salute and then retreated behind Huang Chuan.
Mr. Zhuang said, "You two should get along well with each other and not fight."
Huang Chuan said, "If you dare to bully others outside, I will punish you by making you clean the academy for a month."
So the two sides glared at each other, then excused themselves to their elders and left to play on their own.
Mr. Zhuang asked Mr. Huang to sit down and talk.
Huang Chuan saw the kite tied to the stone by Mr. Zhuang and couldn't help but smile, "Senior brother is still so childlike."
Mr. Zhuang laughed and said, "My disciples were just joking. Now that we've made it, it would be a shame not to put it away."
"Brother, your disciple has already taken the provincial school exam? How did it go?"
"We'll have to wait until the results are announced to find out, but he's young, so there's no rush in one or two years."
After hearing this, Huang Chuan knew that the estimate was definitely average and they didn't hold much hope. He didn't ask about this matter anymore, but asked about other things.
Huang Chuan is the youngest son of Mr. Huang, who was Mr. Huang's school official and teacher when Mr. Zhuang was studying at the provincial school. Mr. Zhuang almost became Mr. Huang's disciple.
Last Qingming Festival, he and Lan Cheng went to visit Mr. Huang’s grave together, so the two had just met not long ago.
But Huang Chuan had never seen Manbao and the other three before.
He glanced at the three young men gathered together. He saw in them the vitality and rare spirit of his students. He asked with a smile, "Brother, do you plan to stay in Yizhou for a long time in the future? Or..."
"Let's wait for the results to come out. The three children are old enough, and it's time for them to go out and gain some experience," Mr. Zhuang said with a smile. "While I can still walk, I will take care of them for two years. After that, I will go back to my hometown to study. Whether they take the college entrance examination or do something else, they will have to make their own way."
Mr. Zhuang had told them last time that he was employed by someone and had accepted three disciples to teach. However, Huang Chuan had not expected that he was willing to go to such lengths for his students that he would actually take them out to gain experience himself.
He couldn't help but sigh, feeling that going out was too hard, so he invited him, "Brother, why don't you stay? It just so happens that our academy is in need of teachers. With your talent and knowledge, you can teach more students."
Mr. Zhuang shook his head and smiled, "I'm old now, and it's not easy for me to travel around. My family grew up in Luojiang County, so how could I bear to leave my hometown?"
Luojiang County is only a day's journey away from Yizhou, and he can spend time traveling with his disciples. Can't he teach in Yizhou?
Ultimately, it's just an excuse.
Huang Chuan understood it immediately and smiled, not mentioning the matter again.
At this time, Manbao and the others had already gone in the direction where the kite fell. The three of them walked together and reflected on what had just happened.
The three of them agreed that they had been too impulsive. Manbao said, "It's a good thing we didn't fight. There were seven of them and only three of us. We definitely couldn't win."
Bai Erlang: "If something like this happens again in the future, you have to stop me and don't just roll up your sleeves and join in."
Bai Shanbao rolled his eyes at him and said, "Can you listen if I stop you?"
Bai Jilang thought about it and thought it might be a bit difficult.
"Instead of thinking about this, we should think about how to fight three of them alone. Next time we encounter an enemy with more people than us, we won't be at a disadvantage even if we fight." Bai Shanbao said, "Think about it quickly."
"What can we do? Didn't you learn Kung Fu from Daji?" Manbao asked, "How is your learning going?"
"It's okay. Even though Bai Er is older than me, I have no problem beating him."
"If you have the guts, beat up two of me."
Bai Shanbao didn't say anything.
Manbao sighed, "It seems I still can't learn it well. Forget it, let's find a kite first. Be more careful next time. Don't fight when the other side has more people."
They walked in the same general direction, passed the woods, and came to the foot of the mountain, where they met the group of teenagers.
The two sides met at the foot of the mountain, and the atmosphere was somewhat tense.
Manbao was the first to wave and break the tense atmosphere, asking, "Are you here to look for the kite too?"
The leading young man snorted and said, "Nonsense, why would we come down here if we're not looking for a kite? I spent half an ounce of silver on my beauty kite."
Manbao's eyes widened and he said, "You've been cheated. You paid half an ounce of silver and it's still so short. It doesn't even look good. It's not as good as what we made ourselves."
"It's better than your three ugly kites." The teenagers looked at their group when they finished quarreling, and naturally saw the two kites in Zhou Silang's hand. They took a closer look along the string and found the two equally ugly kites in the sky.
It was obvious that the two kites came from the same origin as the big insect kite, and they all thought they were ugly.
Mr. Zhuang: There is no one in Yizhou City whom I don’t know well.
The next chapter will be around 8 p.m.
(End of this chapter)
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