Chapter 27027 Academy Becomes Famous
"Is that her?"
"Yes, she is Du Qingtang."
"At the age of twelve, she can recite the Four Books and Five Classics backwards. It seems that she will soon be able to become our classmate."
"It's not as impressive as you say. It's just a pretense of mystery to attract attention."
Du Qingtang appeared in the corridor in front of the enlightenment class, instantly attracting the attention of students from all classes.
They talked in what they thought were low voices, occasionally casting glances of admiration or disdain at her.
Du Qingtang had ascended the throne three times and had long talks with Emperor Qingyuan many times. Later, she was criticized by thousands of people because her identity as a woman was exposed. Those civil servants were very eloquent and could curse people without using any dirty words. How could they be affected by these mixed remarks?
Du Qingtang had no expression on his face and swallowed half of the bun in one gulp.
"This man is so vulgar and disrespectful!"
Fu Wen walked beside Du Qingtang, feeling the gazes from behind that seemed to want to bore a hole into her. She couldn't help but sigh, "This is probably the trouble with being famous."
Every word and action is under the public's scrutiny and often causes controversy.
Du Qingtang teased, "Classmate Fu and I have always been together, so I'm afraid he'll become famous too."
Fu Wen waved his hands repeatedly: "Qingtang, please forgive me. I don't want to be famous."
Du Qingtang was silent for a moment: "I'm sorry, I seem to have implicated you."
Fu Wen was stunned and quickly shook his head. "Qingtang has helped me so much, and I'm so grateful to him. How can I say that I'm being implicated? Besides, you didn't do anything wrong from the beginning to the end. If you had admitted defeat yesterday, Xie Guang would have only intensified his attacks on you."
Fu Wen is not an ungrateful person. She remembers all the kindness Du Qingtang has shown her and will definitely repay him in the future.
A smile welled up in Du Qingtang's eyes. She had indeed not misjudged him. "That's good."
When Fu Wen saw her smile, he smiled too.
During the conversation, Xie Guang walked up to Du Qingtang and took out an inkstone from his book bag: "Here, I'll compensate you."
Just as he was about to throw it down and leave, Du Qingtang reminded him, "Xie, be careful, this inkstone can't withstand being dropped."
Xie Guang choked up and put the inkstone on the table: "Are you satisfied?"
"Thank you for keeping your word and compensating for the inkstone. I am certainly satisfied." Du Qingtang said sincerely, "By the way, you can take your time copying the Mencius. If you make mistakes or omit words in your haste, you will have to recopy it, and all your hard work will be wasted. That would be a waste of time."
Xie Guang: “…”
His face was as gloomy as water, and his tone was stiff: "I'm already copying it. I'll give it to you in a few days."
Actually, it is not.
Xie Guang originally planned to leave Du Qingtang's "Mencius" to the end and copy the Four Books and Five Classics by Teacher Sun five times first. But Du Qingtang was too shameless. He seemed considerate but actually urged him to copy the books quickly. He had to change his plan to prevent Du Qingtang from causing any more trouble.
Du Qingtang saw the veins bulging on his neck, and he added fuel to the fire: "Thank you so much, classmate. You are such a good person."
Fu Wen: “…”
Xie Guang: “…”
He had never hated the word "good man" as much as he did now. It was like eating a fruit that looked intact but was actually rotten. He couldn't spit it out or swallow it, and it made him feel very sick.
Xie Guang gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers to prevent himself from punching.
He only hated that Du Qingtang was insidious and cunning. He had caused him to fall badly yesterday. It would be inappropriate to have a conflict with him again before finding a suitable opportunity.
Xie Guang left in anger. Fu Wen couldn't help laughing: "Classmate Xie must be very angry."
From the first day of class until now, Xie Guang seemed aggressive and had the upper hand everywhere, but in fact he had never won and had lost face.
Fu Wen finally understood that Xie Guang was a typical person who was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He would be weak when you were strong, and strong when you were weak.
Just like her former classmates, the more she endured it, the more they bullied her.
But in front of the village school teacher, those people were more obedient than anyone else and spoke softly, for fear that their voices would be loud and cause the teacher to scold them.
Fu Wen wondered if she had been more tough and flexible like Du Qingtang, she wouldn't have had to endure bullying and teasing for so long.
"People are always responsible for their own actions. I just gave him a taste of his own medicine." Du Qingtang picked up the inkstone and examined it carefully. "It's still a She inkstone."
Fu Wen said, "If I don't compensate you with a good inkstone, how can I stop you from talking?"
Yu Guangzhong and the students in Class D looked towards them, obviously curious about what kind of inkstone Xie Guang had compensated Du Qingtang for.
Du Qingtang ignored him and put the inkstone into his school bag, planning to use it again after he went back and opened the inkstone.
Soon, Teacher Sun arrived.
"Yesterday I tested your recitation and dictation, and overall it was pretty good. Let's continue with the lesson today." Instructor Sun opened the book. "Last time we covered Chapter 17 of the Doctrine of the Mean, and today we'll cover Chapter 18."
"Han Jian, please read Chapter 18."
A student named Han Jian stood up and read aloud: "The Master said: 'The one who was free from worries was none other than King Wen...'"
Du Qingtang rubbed Fu Wen's inkstone, listened carefully and took notes in his notebook.
The notebook was made by her. Fifty sheets of rice paper were sewn together with needle and thread. If you were careful when turning the pages, it could be kept for a long time.
Teacher Sun was giving a lecture, quoting many classics and making extensive references. Du Qingtang wrote down everything he found useful, and by the end of the class, he had filled a whole page with notes.
As the gong sounded to signal the end of class, Instructor Sun assigned the students an assignment: to write an essay from the Four Books based on a sentence from Chapter 18 of The Doctrine of the Mean.
After Instructor Sun left, Fu Wen leaned over and asked curiously, "Qingtang, what is this?"
Du Qingtang put down the brush and rubbed his wrist lightly. It felt sore from writing too fast. "Notebook, for taking notes in class."
Fu Wen's eyes lit up: "Can I make one based on it?"
Du Qingtang nodded: "Of course."
Fu Wen's eyebrows lit up: "Thank you Qingtang, you are such a good person!"
Du Qingtang: “…”
To be honest, the boomerang doesn't feel very pleasant.
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There are only two classes today, one is Teacher Sun’s Chinese studies class, and the other is etiquette class.
Etiquette is one of the six arts of a gentleman, covering auspicious rites, inauspicious rites, military rites, guest rites and auspicious rites.
Students in the introductory class currently only learn auspicious rites, inauspicious rites and auspicious rites, that is, etiquette in sacrifices, funerals and daily life.
Today, the introductory class D will learn about etiquette.
Teacher Liu, who is in charge of teaching this course, is thin and has a friendly face. He demonstrates the whole process of the class with his own body and randomly selects students to check his teaching results.
At the end of the class, everyone was exhausted and sweating, lying on the desks motionless.
After a short rest, Du Qingtang and Fu Wen went to the cafeteria. After eating and drinking, they returned to the dormitory for a nap.
The study intensity at Qingyuan Academy is high, and you must ensure adequate sleep and energy, otherwise it is easy to get half the result with twice the effort and stagnate.
After a light sleep of half an hour, Du Qingtang woke up on time and found that Fu Wen had already gotten up.
She sat at the table, holding an embroidery needle in her hand, and lowered her head to sew a notebook.
Fu Wen caught a glimpse of Du Qingtang's head popping out from under the bed curtains. He stopped what he was doing and turned to ask, "Did I wake you up?"
"No, I woke up on my own." Du Qingtang got out of bed. "How's it going?"
Fu Wen showed her his notebook, which was almost finished. "Qingtang, I'm planning to go out for a while. Do you need me to buy anything for you?"
Du Qingtang used her fingers as a comb to straighten her long hair: "The rice paper is almost used up and needs to be replenished."
Fu Wen: "Which brand of rice paper? How much does it cost?"
Du Qingtang: "I'll go with you and see if there's a suitable job."
She had money in her pocket, but its source was unknown, which could easily cause unnecessary trouble, so she had to find a part-time job urgently.
Not only her, but the girls in the Du family also need a proper livelihood.
No matter how well a woman marries, it is not as good as being rich herself.
Fu Wen hesitated for a moment and said, "To be honest, I found a job at Qingyuan Bookstore."
Du Qingtang raised his eyebrows and listened attentively.
"The owner of the bookstore owns a printing house, and some of their books need illustrations. I happen to have some talent for painting, and I stumbled upon this news, so I tried to apply for it. I was surprised to find that I was selected." Fu Wen pulled out a stack of drawing paper from the bookcase. "If you are good at painting, I can take you to meet the owner."
Du Qingtang took the drawing paper and looked through it. There were paintings of the Four Gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, the same old landscape paintings, and paintings about talented men and beautiful women, and love between men and women.
"Awen's painting skills are superb, and Du is ashamed of himself."
Fu Wen saw Du Qingtang's gaze fixed on the painting of a passionate couple, and his face flushed. He said in a low voice, "I was only painting according to the boss's request, not... not..."
"There's nothing shameful about earning money through one's own abilities." Du Qingtang returned the drawing paper and bowed to her. "Then I'll trouble Awen to introduce me to that boss."
Fu Wen smiled and said, "Qingtang, there's no need to thank me. I'm very happy to do this."
The two of them packed their clothes and set off.
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