The more Xiao Cunyu listened, the more interested he became.
The teacher's lectures were straightforward and easy to understand, without any obscure words. He even used pictures to explain some things, so even these dissolute young men who didn't like reading wouldn't fall asleep while listening.
The whole class lasted about an hour. When Xiao Cunyu arrived, the class had already reached the second half, and soon he talked about some poems and lyrics about rice.
The Master further pondered and explained these articles about rice.
Compared with the daily lives of the people before them, what these literati wrote was much more boring.
Although the students below did not sleep, they did not listen carefully. They were either writing or drawing, or looking around. They pricked up their ears and waited for the bell outside to ring with great anticipation.
finally--
"when--"
The teacher quickly packed up his things and left without looking back.
"Why is this old pedant talking so much nonsense? Do we really need to know how to grow rice? We can enjoy endless delicacies with just a lift of our hands and a mouth. Who among the children of aristocratic families would want to learn this?"
"You've only been here three days, so you don't know. They don't even teach us how to read. I haven't studied much at home, and I can't even do the homework assigned to me! Oh, and a few days ago we learned about hemp, silkworms, and salt. I'm sure we'll have to take the ten-day exam later..."
"Ten-day exam...what happens if I fail?"
"I only arrived two or three days earlier than you, so I don't know much about it. This academy has many tricks up its sleeve, so you're definitely going to suffer..."
"It's all Xiao Qi's fault—"
Having said that, these people suddenly remembered that a new person had come yesterday, and now this new person was sitting obediently in the front, looking quite well-behaved.
"Newcomer, what's your name?" someone asked loudly.
There are not many people in their class, only thirteen including the newcomer.
Other teachers mentioned before that Zhou Jingmao was the first to come in. From the day he came in, students who registered within a month would become his classmates.
There are only a few days left now, and maybe No. 13 will be the last person in this class.
Before Xiao Cunyu could speak, Zhou Jingmao said, "He is my brother, his last name is Xiao——"
"Xiao? Why choose Xiao as a good surname? It's a bit unlucky, isn't it?" the man said with a frown.
There are so many disciples from aristocratic families, and no one is willing to submit to anyone else, so there are often conflicts between them.
For example, the one who is speaking has a good relationship with Zhou Jingmao, but he doesn't like Zhang Bingzhi. The two have fought. Now Zhang Bingzhi and Zhou Jingmao are from the same courtyard, so there is some opposition between them.
"Bad luck?" Xiao Cunyu said faintly, "How dare you, an unfilial grandson, despise your father?"
"What are you crazy about, kid? Are you looking for a beating?!" The man jumped up immediately.
Zhou Jingmao's mouth twitched. "That's not what the pretty boy meant. After all, you were the one who insulted his ancestors first. So why don't you give each other a break and stop arguing?"
"Prince Zhou is acting like a good guy now? I didn't expect that someone would make you bow your head and be a lackey?" Another person next to him spoke again.
When Zhou Jingmao heard this, he got angry.
"Mr. Shi, why do you care what I do? I haven't beaten you for a day, are you itching for a fight?!" Zhou Jingmao frowned.
Xiao Cunyu felt as if his ears were exploding.
Noisy, especially noisy.
After a while, the people in the room were divided into three groups.
Some people looked at Jing'er with a smile, looking very leisurely, while the remaining two factions had already started personal attacks.
The only thing that popped up in Xiao Cunyu's mind was: Where there are people, there is the world of martial arts!
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