Chapter 9: Analects
An Xin and his friends entered the restaurant.
When the shopkeeper saw Zhu Shijing, the young master, he was about to walk out of the counter to greet him, but Zhu Shijing stopped him with a look.
However, the shopkeeper still ordered the waiter to take them directly to the private room on the third floor.
Wang Renjie, who had just walked out of the private room on the second floor, turned around and saw the familiar figure. He said something to the people next to him and was about to follow him up to the third floor.
Wang Renjie believed that as a woman, An Xin could not support the academy in Wanhua even if her second uncle was a scholar.
In addition, all the teachers and students inside were recruited by himself, and now Wanhua Academy is just an empty shell.
Even though the location and construction were very good, Wang Renjie still wanted to buy it back at a very low price to make it a branch of his Cangyun Academy.
"Sir, please show me your VIP token."
As soon as Wang Renjie reached the entrance to the third floor, he was stopped by a friendly-looking and polite guy.
"VIP token, what is a VIP token?"
The waiter did not show any contempt on his face because Wang Renjie did not have a VIP token. He smiled as usual and said, "Sir, the ten private rooms on the third floor are all reserved by noble people for a long time. They are just for themselves, so they can come here to eat and rest at any time.
Therefore, the private rooms here are not open to the public.
If you just want to have a meal, there are private rooms on the second floor.”
Wang Renjie was once invited to the third floor for dinner, and at that time he was only surprised by the consumption there.
I didn't expect that even if you spend several hundred taels on a meal, the third floor is not crowded and everyone can come up to consume.
Wang Renjie walked downstairs dejectedly. He didn't dare to cause trouble in Fuxiyuan, the largest restaurant in Lin'an County. It was said that the owner of this restaurant had a noble man in the capital behind him.
After entering the Sanlian private room, An Xin ordered various meat dishes for everyone else and also asked them to order some of their favorites.
She only ordered a few vegetarian dishes for herself, because she was still in mourning and it was better not to be too ostentatious outside.
When Second Aunt An saw that An Xin was only eating the food in front of her, she felt very sorry for her and picked up a piece of chicken for her with a serving chopstick.
Seeing An Xin looking up at her, she said, "Even high-ranking officials and nobles who are in mourning don't go without meat for a long time.
As long as you don’t overeat and overindulge in extravagance, everyone will understand and won’t say anything.”
Zhu Shijing, Leng Xiangbai, Li Ziyu, Jiang Zhou, An Rui, and Liu Boxing, the six people looked at An Xin who was quietly eating the vegetarian food in front of them, and they all ate silently without saying a word.
"Eat. In the Daqian Dynasty, mourning is only strictly enforced on officials and those studying for imperial examinations.
If people who are in mourning are not allowed to eat meat, those hardworking people who do heavy work will become ill after several years of mourning." Second Uncle An also said.
An Xin looked at the delicious chicken nuggets and couldn't resist the temptation, so she ate the chicken silently.
After dinner, Aunt An was sent back to the embroidery shop, and the three carriages went directly back to the academy.
"After resting for half an hour, you can start copying the Analects."
When a few people were surprised at An Xin's rapid change of attitude, An Xin showed them his back in a casual manner.
"Just now when we were having dinner, I felt sorry for her for a moment.
Why do I feel that I am even more pitiful than her now?" Liu Boxing said naively.
Zhu Shijing glanced at the ruler on the podium with an inexplicable look in his eyes, "You are not wrong."
Liu Boxing and An Rui followed his gaze and their hearts trembled. They felt like hiding the ruler. What was going on?
Leng Xiangbai reminded, "Instead of spending time talking, you might as well lie down on the table and take a rest.
Judging from the tone of the Great Devil's speech, if anyone doesn't finish copying the Analects this afternoon, they may not be able to leave the academy."
Jiang Zhou held his head high, with a look of pride and defiance on his face.
"Why should we listen to her?"
"Anyone want to skip class? Sign up now."
The other five people were all moved after hearing this.
Just as a few people were discussing how to leave the academy quietly without being discovered, Uncle Yong, who was guarding the gate, stood at the door of the school.
He said respectfully: “Six gentlemen, the gate of the academy has been locked from the inside.
My master said that if anyone dares to climb over the wall, she will break his legs first and pay for his medical expenses. "
The sudden sound made the six people suddenly stand there in a daze.
After realizing what was happening, Jiang Zhou said in confusion: "Could it be that the Great Devil can predict the future? How did she know that we were going to skip class?!"
"Don't struggle anymore. Just copy the Analects quickly. I don't want to spend the night in the academy."
Zhu Shijing, who was very aware of the current situation, walked back to his seat silently, began to spread out the rice paper, dipped it in ink and started copying.
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Leng Xiangbai and Li Ziyu looked at each other and returned to their seats.
What could the others do? They took one look at the ruler on the desk and felt a chill down their spines.
You can’t escape, so just write!
After An Xin rested in the room for a while and returned to the classroom, he saw the six people's high enthusiasm for learning and nodded with satisfaction.
Because they started copying the Analects quite late, Leng Xiangbai was the first to finish before the sun set.
Then Li Ziyu and Zhu Shijing finished copying and rubbed their sore wrists.
He left the other three with a helpless look, telling them to wish for the best, and walked out of the building.
Leng Xiangbai's home is in Heshun Village, Wushi Town, so he currently lives in the dormitory provided for students of the academy.
After the three of them said goodbye and parted, Li Ziyu got on Zhu Shijing's carriage and went home.
An Xin walked down from the podium, came to the table of three people, and saw the Analects they had copied. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
At this moment, she finally understood why the system issued a separate task, requiring them to write neat calligraphy within a month.
The calligraphy is as good as a dog's crawl, and that's a compliment to the three of them.
What on earth have they been doing in school for all these years? Their handwriting looks like that of a caterpillar.
If it weren't for her Confucian knowledge blessed by the system, she would have thought they were drawing talismans.
The three of them finally finished writing before it got dark with sad faces. Before they could be happy, a devil's voice sent them to hell.
"Go home and write ten big characters before going to bed, and give them to me tomorrow."
"If your writing is still so touching, write me a hundred big characters and hand them in tomorrow night." An Xin looked at the blackened pages of the Analects that they had copied, and spoke with gnashing teeth.
Several people also knew that their copying of the Analects was a mess, and those who could recognize that they were characters were all experts.
The three of them nodded guiltily and immediately left the devil's sight.
After Jiang Zhou and the others left, An Xin took the handwriting of Zhu Shijing and the other two. Leng Xiangbai's handwriting was the fastest and best.
Li Ziyu's writing is not bad either.
Maybe because Zhu Shijing often has to keep account books, his handwriting is also quite good. No wonder the system says that they don’t need to practice their handwriting anymore.
(End of this chapter)