Fan Yushu wanted to say more.

Zhao Rong said sternly, "Student Fan, please don't whisper in class!"

Fan Yushu was stunned. You know we are in class, and you took us out to travel... But Zhao Rong didn't give him a good chance to speak and turned his head away.

The foot of Linlu Mountain seems to be particularly lively today. Autumn book delivery guests have arrived one after another, and outside the Zibei Pavilion, there is a constant stream of carriages and horses.

Not long after, another convoy came from a distance. Several horse-drawn carriages were loaded with heavy book boxes, followed by dozens of porters, most of whom were elderly. Their dark and thin faces had grooves like ruts, but now these grooves were crisscrossed together, and there must be smiles on their faces.

Zhao Rong stood in front of the pavilion and glanced sideways.

The leader of this group of carriages and horses was a middle-aged scholar riding on the horse in the front. He was wearing a square scarf and a loose suit. He looked a little tired, but like the other people who came from afar to deliver books, he was looking around with high spirits.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the mountain corridor. The middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a square scarf gave some instructions to the team, and the porters began to unload the book boxes in an orderly manner and carry the books up the mountain. The Confucian scholar with the square scarf patted his robe, looked around, walked towards the Zibei Pavilion, found a place to rest, and sat down not far from Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, glanced at the students of Ruxingtang who were mostly chatting and relaxing behind him, turned around again, took a few steps forward, smiled, and started talking to the scholar in the square scarf.

After asking, Zhao Rong was somewhat surprised to find that the latter also had the surname Zhao and was a relative, but they came from a remote small country called Nankang at the foot of Wangquezhou Mountain, which was very far away from the Zhao family of the Great Chu, and they had never heard of each other.

However, all the Zhao clan in the world are one family, and they have the ancestral precept of unity and mutual assistance. The two of them can be considered distant relatives, and after chatting for a few sentences, they couldn't help but become more familiar with each other.

The scholar in the square scarf sighed.

"When my father was alive, he always wanted to go back to the academy to take a look. I wondered if the former teacher was still looking at the palace, if there were still students lighting the lamp in the cold window of the South Pavilion at midnight, if the frost-bitten maple leaves in the maple forest beside the Lanzhou Ferry were still more beautiful than the flowers in February, and if there was still the rule of washing your face with cold water in the ink pool on non-winter days. It's just...

Later, my father held an important position in the court and was trusted by His Majesty. Later, he was favored by the emperor and served as a minister to assist the new emperor. He finally waited for all the trivial matters to be resolved and retired safely. However, after retiring and returning to his hometown, his health deteriorated day by day and he completely lost his energy. Alas."

Zhao Rong listened carefully, and then sighed, "Brother Zhao, please accept my condolences. Although the old senior has passed away, didn't you come here to replace him?"

The melancholy between the brows of the scholar in the square scarf was immediately swept away, and he nodded excitedly and said: "After walking for more than half a year, I finally arrived at the academy. Before, I took the ferry that sailed on the sea of ​​clouds on the mountain, but halfway through I heard that something big happened on the mountain, so I had to get off the boat and walk. Later I heard that the dragon boat in Li Du was still..."

It seemed that he had finally arrived at his destination. The journey was difficult and he talked a lot at this time.

Zhao Rong listened carefully at the side. Occasionally, the scholar with the square scarf would ask him about something. Zhao Rong just smiled and said a few words casually without saying much. At a certain moment, he glanced at the jade ring on the scholar's left thumb that he was rubbing and playing with, and then looked at the porter carrying books at the entrance to the mountain in the distance, and suddenly said:

"Brother Zhao, I see that you are also a cultivator, and you came here alone. Why don't you use the Sumeru objects to carry the books up the mountain? What are you doing with these porters?"

The scholar in the square scarf was slightly stunned, thought for a moment, and said softly.

"I have heard my father instruct me to do so. He even calculated with me how much money it would cost to hire porters to carry a load of books, so I hired these porters at the market outside the academy to carry the books. However, it would indeed save time and effort if I used the Sumeru object to carry the books directly up the mountain. On weekdays, many things are done very quickly using methods in the mountains...

In fact, I had asked my father about this before out of curiosity. I remember that I was a little excited and suggested that he should simply introduce these strange methods from the mountains in Nankang to replace manpower, which would definitely improve the efficiency of the court. However, my father, who was working at his desk reviewing documents, didn't even look at me after hearing me. He just asked me three questions in a row. "

"Some techniques allow you to understand the entire text just by touching the book. If this technique becomes more popular, then in the future, will we Confucian scholars not even need to turn the pages of the book, and teachers will not need to teach us?"

"Should we Confucian scholars be the people on the mountain or the people below the mountain?"

"If all the things below the mountain are now done by the magic on the mountain, what are we still going to do with these people below the mountain?"

The scholar in the square scarf looked reminiscing, "I said I didn't know at the time and asked my father for the answer, but he said he didn't know either and wanted to know the answer."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong nodded slightly and said nothing more. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the porters carrying books not far away and the long corridor leading up the mountain.

The corridor was built wide, but now both sides are filled with books, making it a little crowded. Moreover, there is no place to sit from the foot of the mountain to the library at the top of the mountain, and yet there are still many people standing among the piles of books on both sides of the corridor reading. They should be reviewing books for entry into the library. The people walking in the middle of the corridor, no matter they are students of Mo Chi, scholars of the academy or gentlemen, all step aside to make way for the porters carrying books. There are a lot of people, but they are all in an orderly manner.

Zhao Rong smiled, turned around, and bowed to the scholar in the square scarf who had been looking at him. But the latter suddenly said, "Please wait a moment, brother Zhao. I have always been curious about the interesting places in the academy that my father mentioned. However, the academy is so big that it is a bit confusing. May I ask... do you know how to get to the lecture pavilion?"

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and said, "Brother Zhao, wait a moment, I will arrange some things first."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the students of Ruexingtang who were gathered nearby, and everyone looked at him.

Zhao Rong asked loudly, hands behind his back, "How many of you have met the requirements to enter the library?"

The students of Ruexingtang looked at each other. Soon, a few people including Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyu raised their hands.

Zhao Rong nodded, "Not much, that's just right."

He pointed to the path the porters were taking to the top of the mountain. "Students of Ruxing Hall, each of you go to the long corridor and get a book. Take it home and read it. After class, write a detailed review of the book in your best calligraphy. I suggest you make more drafts... This is your calligraphy homework. Give it to me in the next class. After I review it, I will send it to the library to help you file these books and help you get into the library."

Yu Huaijin nodded and saluted, "As you say, sir."

The students were silent for a moment. Although some students looked bitter, they followed suit one after another, "As the teacher says."

Afterwards, Zhao Rong led the students of Ruxingtang to line up at the intersection of the mountain corridor. After an incense stick of time, everyone went up the mountain, and each picked up a book on a certain section of the corridor and took it down the mountain.

Soon, Zhao Rong announced the end of get out of class, and the students of Ruxing Hall dispersed one after another.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and flipped through the book in his hand, which seemed to be an unofficial history of a dynasty living at the foot of the mountain, and walked back to the Zibei Pavilion.

The scholar in the square scarf greeted him with a smile and exclaimed, "I didn't expect that you are actually a scholar from a college."

Zhao Rong looked up and waved his hand, "It's just an assistant teacher, Brother Zhao, let's go."

After he finished speaking, he didn't say much, and took the Confucian scholar with the square scarf to the lecture pavilion on the riverside.

Still in the valley between the two green mountains that were very close to each other, Zhao Rong sent the scholar with the square scarf to the pavilion. He stopped outside the pavilion, bowed and said goodbye. He had a calligraphy class in Zhengyi Hall in the afternoon and he didn't have time to stay for too long.

In the octagonal ancient pavilion, in front of the deep ancient well, a scholar in a square scarf was playing with a jade ring in his hand, smiling as he watched the student named Zhao leave.

…

The calligraphy class in Zhengyi Hall feels much more relaxed than that in Xingyi Hall.

At least that's what Zhao Rong thought.

Just like in the previous class, he brought Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall to the Chengcong Valley next to Linlu Mountain. Everyone followed him respectfully without leaving his side.

At this time, Zhao Rong, who was walking in front, holding a rolled-up history of a certain dynasty brought down from the corridor, looked back at the quiet people in the Hall of Justice and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Gu Yiwu grinned at him.

Zhao Rong smiled back.

This Justice Hall is not without its share of stubborn and naughty people. With the way Zhao Rong looks at people, one can tell just from their eyes and small movements. After all, when the Justice Hall was established among the six schools in Mo Chi, it had the worst student source. There were many "special students" like him and Fan Yushu, but no one challenged Zhao Rong's authority.

If he says go east, we go east. If he says go west, we go west.

Although Zhao Rong knew that it was not because of his great authority, because he had not established any authority from the first class until now, Zhao Rong knew that in fact, all of this was mostly due to Gu Yiwu, with whom he felt quite congenial.

As for Gu Yiwu's way of managing the Justice Hall, Zhao Rong observed it for a few days during class and found that it was completely different from that of Yu Huaijin. It can be roughly summarized as the Big Brother style... the way of getting along well with students and treating them as brothers.

It's quite interesting, but there is no definite answer as to which one is better. We can only say that the one that suits them is the best.

In the Chengcong Valley, Zhao Rong smiled, stopped, turned around, and said, "Everyone is free to move around."

He didn't even say commands like "keep quiet" or "don't make noise" because there were people in charge. After he finished speaking, he flipped through the book and walked to the side.

The students of Justice Hall looked at Mr. Zhao's back and scattered to rest quietly, but they all stayed within a certain range of movement. At this time, Gu Yiwu glanced at Zhao Rong, who was sitting on a bluestone admiring the scenery. After thinking for a while, he took out some tea sets, poured a few cups of hot tea, picked up a cup, and distributed the rest to the classmates who were sitting quietly next to him.

However, Gu Yiwu did not bring it over immediately. He looked around and stared at the students of Justice Hall for a while. After a while, he suddenly saw a restless student sneaking away from the crowd to a quiet place. Gu Yiwu frowned, put down the teacup, walked over silently, stretched out his arm to strangle the restless student's neck and put him in a chokehold.

"You little monkey, you are going to disturb other senior sisters from studying again." Gu Yiwu glanced at a senior sister who was a scholar and was quietly flipping through a book on a wooden stool in the woods not far in front of him, and said unhappily with his head down.

The student named Hou, who was being choked, laughed awkwardly, "Boss, I just went there to see the scenery, not to harass my senior sister, please don't tarnish my innocence."

Gu Yiwu was a big man, and he tackled the skinny student surnamed Hou like a hungry tiger pouncing on a monkey. Gu Yiwu glared at him and said in a low voice, "Don't mess around in Mr. Zhao's class, and behave yourself. Besides, do you still have a clean record? If some senior sister from the academy goes to the principal to complain about our Justice Hall, and I get called by the principal to be her grandson, I'll come back and strip you of your pants, and if you..."

The student surnamed Hou felt a chill under his feet and fell silent immediately.

A burst of laughter broke out among the surrounding Justice Hall students.

After half an incense stick of time, seeing that everyone had settled down and no bad signs had emerged, Gu Yiwu picked up the teacup again, went to Zhao Rong, and handed it to him, "Mr. Zhao, quench your thirst."

Zhao Rong turned around and said, "Brother Gu, just call me Brother Zhao. There's no need to be so reserved in private."

Gu Yiwu grinned and shook his head.

Zhao Rong took the teacup, took a sip, and suddenly put it down. "Brother Gu, I've always been a little curious. That time at Yilanxuan, the other brothers avoided me, why did you take the initiative to choose me?"

Gu Yiwu glanced at Zhao Rong, his smile gradually relaxed, and he remained silent for a while.