In fact, Zhao Rong did not agree with Gu Yiwu's comments on family education.

But he and Gu Yiwu are now on the same front, so he can't hold them back.

So it was represented again.

result……

At this moment in the pavilions and waterside terraces.

There was a temporary silence among the three men, one old and two young.

Except for the dull sound of bells not far away.

The air in the building was as calm and peaceful as the water surface where Meng Laojiu's fishing hook lay.

The old man surnamed Meng was still sitting steadily, with the fishing rod in his hand motionless.

Even though he had just freed up one hand to teach a lesson to the two students who had hurried over to complain about his daughter and complained about his poor teaching.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu's postures at this time were somewhat unique.

The two men squatted on the left and right of Master Meng, but their upper bodies were leaning back, with their hands supporting their backs on the cold ground.

No image at all.

If Meng Zhengjun saw this, he would definitely scold them for their improper behavior and dishonesty.

This was also the overly formalistic gift that Zhao Rong had always been secretly opposed to.

At this moment, Gu Yiwu's heart felt as cold as the icy touch on his hands.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the old fisherman who seemed so easy to talk to and kind-looking a second ago.

Zhao Rong rubbed the back of his head.

He didn't even see clearly how the old man made his move just now.

He is a master, it is confirmed.

Zhao Rong nodded affirmatively.

But now is definitely not the time to lament about this, as Gu Yiwu is winking at him.

The two looked at each other.

The eyes convey feelings, no, they convey messages.

Zhao Rong frowned: "The chief priest's surname is also Meng? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Gu Yiwu glared: How the hell did I know that this school was opened by the father and daughter? Normally, no one dared to call out the names of the elders in such academies, so it was normal not to know them.

Zhao Rong's brows relaxed and then wrinkled: What should I do now? I feel embarrassed.

Gu Yiwu closed his eyes and said: Oh, I'll just wait for death.

Zhao Rong: ...

However, before the two of them could decide whether to run or surrender.

The old priest Meng, who was standing in front with his back turned, had already spoken softly.

"Everyone, get up. The ground is cold."

Zhao Rong coughed, ignored Gu Yiwu who was pretending to be stupid, and squatted back beside the old priest Meng.

The latter smiled and said, "Did you guess?"

Zhao Rong clapped his hands, lowered his eyes and said, "I have thought about it, but... it's too unlikely."

Elder Meng looked at the motionless bait calmly, "Little Meng and I do not look alike, but who says a daughter must look like her father?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "That's right."

Meng Laojiu was a little talkative, his wrinkled face wrinkled, and he said with a smile:

"I think it's pretty good now. The younger generation has their own destiny. Why should we follow the same path as the elders?"

The old man paused, and suddenly said something out of the blue.

"Yeah, just like Mr. Zhu in your school. I like this girl's temperament. It's good for her to teach, write and raise orchids now, but there is an old guy..."

Elder Meng shook his head.

Zhao Rong did not ask any further questions.

He looked down at his hands and sighed softly, "Pretty good? But it will be hard for the younger generations." To the old man in front of him, Meng Zhengjun is a younger generation, and Zhao Rong is the younger generation's younger generation.

Meng Laojiu laughed and scolded, "You kid, you can't even handle such a small thing. I still regard you as a pillar of the academy. Young man, it would be interesting to encounter more things and fight with them."

Zhao Rong leaned back slightly, "The pillar of the academy? He's almost been split in half and burned as firewood."

He shook his head. "No fun, no fun."

The old priest Meng calmed down.

Zhao Rong blinked.

Meng Laojiu suddenly said:

"Although the school rules state that students will be expelled if they are punished more than three times, there is also an additional clause that states that the expulsion of any Mochi student must be approved by me, the chief priest."

He recalled, "Come to think of it, during my term of office, I have never expelled any Mochi student."

Zhao Rong's expression and tone were both on point, flattering him, "The old gentleman is of high character and considerate of the students..."

"Usually they drop out of school on their own initiative." Elder Meng interrupted.

Zhao Rong took a breath, cupped his hands, and sighed sincerely, "Dignified."

Elder Meng stroked his beard and laughed like a child.

He seemed very satisfied with the performance.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and then he couldn't help laughing.

Gu Yiwu looked at the old man and the young quietly but carefully from the side, touched the back of his head, and laughed too.

Immediately, Elder Meng, the chief priest, turned around and looked at the two of them, his tone becoming unusually serious.

"There is no distinction between the classes in education. Some people regard this as empty talk by us Confucian scholars. I don't know what other Confucian scholars in other academies do, and I don't care. That is the business of the Confucian Temple. But in this Mochi Academy and this Linlu Academy, this is the same principle as the Great Sage and Teacher."

This old man who loves fishing reads every word.

"It doesn't matter if you are a son-in-law from a poor family or a son-in-law from a rich family. When you come to Mochi Academy, you will all sit on the same mat and the same table. Who is higher or lower depends on their ability. The master of the school and the chief priest treat the students in the same way."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other, smiled, and nodded calmly.

But in the next second, Mr. Meng's generous expression could no longer be suppressed.

He coughed lightly.

"Tzuyu, that being said, if you have a quarrel with her in the future, don't bring me up unless it's a critical moment. Think about it, the trump card is usually revealed last, so don't mention it every day."

Zhao Rong glanced at the expression on Meng Laojiu's face, and roughly sketched out the old man's position in the family in his mind...

At the same time, he also had a new understanding of a certain old-fashioned woman who took small etiquette to the extreme.

She is worthy of being called 'Super-sized Yu Huaijin'.

Facing the somewhat guilty Master Meng, Zhao Rong nodded and then shook his head.

"Don't fight with her, and there's no need to fight."

The old priest Meng raised his left gray eyebrow, smiled at Zhao Rong, and said nothing.

Gu Yiwu interrupted awkwardly, "Old sir, um, the etiquette exam is coming up soon. I heard Meng Xuezheng will send some students down the mountain?"

Elder Meng understood and nodded, "Yes, we need to send someone down the mountain. She just came here to discuss this matter."

He picked out some things to say and pondered:

"This matter was roughly finalized when Xiao Meng was on his way back to the academy and passed by the nearby Dali Dynasty. Not long ago, Dali sent someone to invite our academy..."

Mr. Meng paused and looked at the two young men in front of him who were listening attentively.

He smiled and stopped talking.

"The matter of Dali is not a serious matter, but I cannot tell you what it is yet."

"What you said is a leak of the test questions for the etiquette art exam. Your school is preparing to use it as an assessment for some students in Mochi in this etiquette art exam."

"The first exam of the month is on etiquette. The details will be announced in the academy in the next two days."

Gu Yiwu smiled innocently and asked tentatively, "Old sir, is this Dali matter very troublesome?"

The old priest Meng looked as usual.

"It's a small matter. You are representing the academy, so what kind of trouble can there be? However, if compared with the etiquette assessment of other students who remain in the academy, it may be a little more difficult, but there are gains and losses, and we will ensure fairness."

Gu Yiwu was relieved at first, but when he heard the words "slightly difficult" at the end, he sighed again.

He tilted his head and touched the back of his head.

Elder Meng raised his fishing rod and said, "Don't worry too much. As for who will go, Xiao Meng will consider it carefully and ask for your opinions. However, at least one person must go from Mochi Academy."

Gu Yiwu didn't feel comforted at all.

He glanced at Zhao Rong, who had a calm expression, and muttered, "Jijiu, what you said makes me feel even more panicked. At least I am the one who has to go..."

Gu Yiwu wanted to ask again, but Zhao Rong had already spoken.

"Brother Yiwu, it's getting late. We have disturbed the chief priest for a long time. Let's come back to see the old gentleman another day."

Gu Yiwu nodded.

Meng Laojiu smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, I'm just waiting for some fishing and chess friends."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked towards the courtyard outside the water pavilion, only to see some old friends appear.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu did not stay any longer.

The two said goodbye and left.

Zhao Rong came to the entrance of the water pavilion, stopped slightly, and looked up at the plaque of the water pavilion.

Tingchaoxuan.

Zhao Rong had a general idea of ​​some of Mr. Meng's hobbies from what he had heard and seen in recent days.

The old man doesn't take being a priest as his main job. In Zhao Rong's opinion, it would be more appropriate to describe him as holding a temporary position.

Mr. Meng, the chief priest, is idle every day, except for his daily visit to the Sixth Hall and a peek through the small window at the back door by standing on tiptoe.

Most of the time, I would make appointments with some good friends in the academy, mostly elderly people, to go fishing, play chess, etc. together.

These old men, who look about the same age as Mr. Meng, have different statuses.

There were some elderly gentlemen from the academy that Zhao Rong knew, as well as some elderly doormen, or old men sweeping the floor and ringing the bell.

It seems that most of them can play together.

So at this time, the Tingchaoxuan located in the school in front of Zhao Rong seemed to be developing into an activity center for the elderly.

At the same time, it is also jokingly called by some Mo Chi students as the place where big guys gather.

When you have nothing to do, go and serve tea and water. The gangsters look familiar and you might even run into the headmaster who has not appeared for a long time.

However, this is mostly good-natured teasing.

Regardless of whether they are seniors with distinguished backgrounds or not, when you meet these elderly people in the academy on a daily basis, you must respect them and show courtesy.

Because most of them have worked in Linlu Academy all their lives and deserve respect.

At this time, Zhao Rong turned his head and saw several old men passing by.

He bowed.

An elegant old man, carrying a fishing rod bag, stopped to return the greeting.

An old man with a kind face brought a small stool, a small bag of melon seeds, and a friendly smile.

There was also a tall and thin old man with a stern face, holding a small chessboard and flipping through a book, ignoring everything.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu turned and left.

On the way back.

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked curiously:

"By the way, what was that booklet that person took out when she scolded you before you saw Ting Chaoxuan? I saw her writing something on it."

Gu Yiwu's face suddenly turned dark.

My mood, which had just gotten better, was ruined again.

He looked around, especially behind him, and turned around to take a look. Then he said angrily, "Little notebook, little notebook that tells tales."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. "Who are you calling? The old priest?"

Gu Yiwu sighed, "Shanzhang."

He waved his hand, "Don't mention it. I'm afraid I'll lose points again. The impression I've accumulated before will probably be mostly lost."

Zhao Rong glanced at Gu Yiwu's expression, thoughtful.

Is this related to...reading seeds?

This is probably the only thing that can make the senior from Justice Hall beside me care so much.

Before, Zhao Rong had also heard that the headmaster had a small booklet specifically for keeping track of accounts.

So, the little notebook that Meng Zhengjun used to write reports was similar to a reference item, and would eventually be placed on the headmaster's desk as a reference?

Well, so my name was remembered by her last time. Did that mean it caught the attention of that strange headmaster?

By the way, can the son-in-law get some extra points? I heard that this is the first time in the academy in a thousand years.

Unlock a new achievement or something.

It’s not too much to add some points, Principal.

Zhao Rong thought about it and told the gloomy-looking Gu Yiwu about this "not excessive" idea. The latter immediately perked up and agreed with a smile.

really.

There is no such thing as absolute pain and happiness.

They are all compared.

…

After Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu separated, they thought for a moment and then walked towards the southeast corner of the academy.

A quarter of an hour later, he arrived at the door of Yilanxuan.

The big exam will be coming up soon, and I guess it will be quite busy for a while, especially the first one, which is expected to take quite a while, the etiquette skills.

Zhao Rong has never hesitated to assume the worst of others.

Regarding the list of people that Meng Zhengjun had drawn up to go down the mountain to Dali for the assessment, Zhao Rong used his small stupid brain to think that there was a high possibility that the three words "Zhao Ziyu" would be on the list.

Maybe, 'at least one person' is him.

Of course, it's hard to say, but although Zhao Rong likes to gamble, he definitely doesn't rely on the kindness and generosity of others.

He gave up hope and prepared for the worst.

These two days, I've dealt with some things first...

Zhao Rong, who was standing in front of the door, heard some movement in the yard inside the door.

He listened briefly and it sounded like the mumbling of a girl in blue.

"...Xiaolan...Xiaolan..."

This little orchid elf, who is usually rude to guests, holds grudges, and is impetuous, seems to be quite patient with orchids.

But the way I look at him lately is like I’m on guard against a thief.

But what's with the timid look in those big black eyes?

Why does it feel like the way she looks at Zhao Rong is as if she is looking at a "stepfather" who might beat Doudou?

Zhao Rong blinked. He had no intention of eavesdropping on the noise inside the room, so he simply raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Boom boom boom——!

There was sudden silence inside the door, without any sound.

Zhao Rong thought about it and raised his hand again.

Boom boom boom——!

Still no sound.

Zhao Rong sent a message: "Hello, is Jingzi here? I'm Zhao Ziyu, looking for your husband."

The footsteps inside the door sounded hurried.

Jingzi's voice came, "Yes, yes, wait a moment."

"Yeah, okay."

Zhao Rong waited quietly.

What he didn't expect was that he would have to wait for a stick of incense.

Jingzi had been practicing Tai Chi with him inside the door, but she was reluctant to open it.

He said he had just finished digging and wanted to wash his hands, so he opened the door immediately.

What do you mean, open the door immediately? It’s almost there.

Something like "Ouch, I fell down" and told him not to worry, it's just that his hands are dirty again, go wash them...

Zhao Rong was so tired from waiting outside the door.

Some people even suspected that Zhu Yourong was being "bold" and didn't bind her breasts, so this girl was buying her time to bind her breasts...

However, until he heard the footsteps of a master and servant.

"Brother Zhao."

Yu Huaijin's calm voice came from behind.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he seemed to understand something.

Next second.

Squeak

The yard door was suddenly pushed open a little, and a little head wearing a blue page boy's hat popped out from the gap, looking quietly outside.

"Sister Yu, Sister Bifang."

Jingzi breathed a sigh of relief as if she saw her savior.

However, she noticed someone's speechless look, and quickly put away her expression, opened the door completely, clapped her hands, and said seriously:

"Well, I'm done."

Good guy, be on guard.

Zhao Rong was very upset.