During the days that Tang Shiyue was busy, the martial arts school was never quiet for a single day.
Qi Jing was a person who didn't like to meddle in trivial matters, and was even more impatient with arguments, so he simply carved a wooden sign with the "rules" of the martial arts school and placed it in front of the south gate. He didn't care whether they could read or not, the rules had been set.
On the third day, four or five children didn't come.
There was another person who wanted to come again after taking two days off, but he was directly turned away by the gatekeeper and his sign was taken back on the spot.
Five days later, they officially started learning Kung Fu. A group of kids were crying for their parents while learning it, and half of the people were gone on the second day. On the third day, there were even fewer people.
The number of children decreased day by day, and when Tang Shiyue went to see them again, there were only eleven pitiful children left.
And there are seven or eight of them whose families are really in financial difficulty, and they just manage to hold on for this meal.
There is no way. Even if Tang Shiyue taught them a lesson, some people still didn't learn their lesson.
Vision is something that not everyone has. Some parents just can't bear to see their children suffer even a little bit, and they think they are kind fathers and mothers, so they spoil and coax their children, and then blame them for not becoming successful when they grow up.
Tang Shiyue felt sorry for Qi Xiaolang and kept complaining for a long time.
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Qi Jing just smiled and said, "Ayue, I am different from you. You teach people how to make jelly, which is visible money, but I... they don't have to regret leaving, because even if they learn it, it may not be a good thing."
Tang Shiyue was stunned for a moment.
She felt that his gentle words, for some reason, made her eyes sore and her heart sad. She couldn't help but reach out and hold his hand.
Qi Jing turned to look at her.
Tang Shiyue said: "Everything will be fine! Believe me! I am Lady Fu!"
His dark eyes curved: "Yeah."
In fact, when it comes to learning martial arts, the most painful part is at the beginning.
Tang Shiyue didn’t know how those little kids learned the basics, but the more time passed, the more relaxed she felt, and her arms and legs didn’t hurt as much.
Qi Jing taught her to use tricks, and her movements were brisk and beautiful. She felt so handsome every day that she even pestered Madam Zhou to add several fairy straps to her clothes. She excitedly went to Qi Xiaolang to show off, but after just a few tries, they got tangled up and she almost fell flat on her face...
Tang Shiyue: “…”
She sat on the ground, untying her belt in a panic. Qi Xiaolang stood beside her, looking at her calmly, with a look that said, "Stop it, keep practicing!"
Tang Shiyue was so angry that she said, "Why don't you help me?"
Qi Jing curled his lips, then stepped forward and casually tore the belt off.
Just as he bent down, the sound of a cane hitting the ground came from the door. Tang Shiyue raised her head and looked through his arms. Not surprisingly, she saw a pair of old and turbid eyes.
This man was called Rao Xiu, the one with the old wound on his shoulder. He looked very old, with the skin on his face sagging, like a Shar-Pei dog.
Qi Jing calls him Uncle Rao, so they probably have a very good relationship.
But he was really fierce. When she paid her respects, he didn't even raise his eyelids. And in the past two days, whenever Qi Jing came to teach him, he would pass by the door and silently condemn her with his eyes without saying it out loud... just like a woman.
If they weren't really unfamiliar with each other, she would have wanted to say something to him.
Tang Shiyue pretended not to see it, untied the belt, and continued to practice with Qi Jing. When it was her turn to practice on her own, Qi Jing went out.
Then he heard Rao Xiu scolding him bitterly: "I never thought you have fallen to this point! You have nothing to do every day, just playing with children and village girls here, wasting your time on playing with things! Are you willing to stay in this kind of rural place? Doing nothing for your whole life?"
"Have you forgotten what your grandfather taught you? Do you want to follow in your father's footsteps and be laughed at for the rest of your life? How can you face the brothers who died on the battlefield? How can you face the heroic spirit of your grandfather and your ancestors..."
What does it mean to "follow in your father's footsteps and be laughed at for the rest of your life?"
Tang Shiyue paused for a moment, then tried hard to put aside her thoughts and continued practicing.
Everyone has a past. Since Qi Jing didn't say anything, she would pretend she didn't know.
There was one thing that was strange to her.
These people were obviously very familiar with each other and should be subordinates of one of their elders. They called Qi Jing "Little Master", which was a very affectionate name.
But they have been deliberately avoiding seeing Qi Yang, or rather, avoiding Qi Yang from seeing them.
Qi Yang was a person who turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside, so even though they lived in the same courtyard, he had no idea that someone had come to his house.
This is really hard to understand.
But the same thing goes, since Qi Jing did this, there must be a reason, and she wouldn't ask too many questions.
Qi Jing came back after a while, still with a sullen face, and continued to teach her.
After teaching step by step for an hour, Tang Shiyue went home to cook lunch and make some health-preserving soup. In the afternoon, he basically wandered around, went to a winery, or took care of the peach tree in the backyard and cooked some fruit soup to serve.
However, Xu Wenqu and the others were not very interested, and only Xiao Yaoer showed some support. However, the little kid in the martial arts school liked it very much, and his eyes lit up when she came.
I don’t know if he really likes eating it or if it’s just an opportunity to be lazy.
When Tang Shiyue just came out of the wine shop that day, he heard someone calling from behind: "Yue Xiaolang! Yue Tang!"
Tang Shiyue was stunned for a moment before she remembered her vest. She turned around quickly and saw a young man walking towards her. She asked happily, "Yue Xiaolang is here too?"
Tang Shiyue nodded with a smile.
She recognized this person as Tang Shirong's roommate, named Xie Jie, so she smiled and asked, "Who is Xie Xiaolang?"
Xie Jie said, "I have a day off today, so I want to come and see A Rong, this gentleman." He gestured to the young man behind him and said, "He said he would take me to A Rong's house, and just now he said he met A Rong's sister... Where is A Rong's sister?"
The young man looked at Tang Shiyue with a confused expression.
Tang Shiyue laughed and said, "Sorry, I was in a hurry and took a pseudonym, Tang."
Xie Jie was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened: "You are A Rong's sister?"
Tang Shiyue nodded, and Xie Jie's face turned red and he apologized repeatedly.
Tang Shiyue said of course it was fine, so Xie Jie said with shining eyes: "I heard that A Rong actually took Xu Siyuan as his master, is this true?"
Tang Shiyue nodded, and then listened to another wave of declarations from a fanboy. Tang Shiyue directly invited him home, and then asked the young man to go to Xu's house and tell Tang Shirong.
After a while, Tang Shirong and Tang Junchen came back.
Xie Jie was suddenly disappointed.
Obviously Xu Wenqu had no intention of letting him go over to pay his respects.
But he was still happy to see his classmates again. Tang Shiyue kept the three of them to talk, then went out and poured them tea.
As soon as I entered, I heard Tang Junchen angrily say, "How shameless!"
Tang Shiyue raised her eyebrows. Tang Shirong's face was as gloomy as water. Seeing her come in, he explained to her, "The Xu family was robbed that day. Later, the master checked carefully and said that a piece of calligraphy that he practiced in his spare time was lost. Just now,"
He gestured to Xie Jie: "A Jie said that Tang Shijin boasted in the Zongshu that his master gave him a piece of calligraphy, advising him not to divide his energy between calligraphy and painting, but to concentrate on studying, because you can't have your cake and eat it too."
Tang Shiyue: “…”
She vaguely remembered that Tang Shijin's calligraphy and painting were a piece of shit, right?
She was surprised and asked, "Does anyone believe this kind of thing?"
"Of course some people believe it," Tang Shijin said, "Master's handwriting is recognized by many people."
Tang Shiyue: “…”
She really has to kneel down in this era where everyone is an expert in handwriting identification.
Moreover, Tang Shijin's actions were quite brazen. He stole things and dared to show off. Did he really think that what he saw was the world, and what happened in the clan school would never be reported back to the village?
Tang Shirong let Xie Jie stay for one night and sent him back to the Zongshu the next morning. Then Tang Shirong and Tang Junchen, as "disciples of Xu Siyuan", visited the teacher in the Zongshu and briefly explained the situation.
It is said that my master's house was robbed a few days ago and a calligraphy piece was lost. I heard that it was in the hands of someone in the clan school, so he sent his disciples to ask for it back.
Xu Siyuan's celebrity effect was still very strong, and he was also a juren. With his invitation, the two scholars brought him over with great trepidation.
Tang Shijin was so scared at that time that the teacher shouted at him to hand over the calligraphy. Tang Shirong and the other man checked and found that it was indeed the one Xu Siyuan had lost. They took out a fire stick and burned the paper on the spot.
Tang Shiyue highly praised this: "You scholars have already mastered 30% of the skill of killing people without shedding blood! It would have been great if you had done this earlier!"
Xu Wenqu: "..."
What could he say? He could only say, "Can we continue to have the preserved egg and lean meat porridge for dinner?"
Tang Shiyue could only nod helplessly.
Since Xu Siyuan tasted the preserved egg and lean meat porridge, he basically stopped drinking any other porridge. And once she accidentally mentioned the "preserved egg" lean meat porridge. After Xu Siyuan learned that the preserved egg had such an alias, he actually wrote an article about it! An article!
He said that century eggs are not as delicious as preserved eggs, and how delicious the preserved egg and lean meat porridge is, and how much he loves this porridge.
So there really was nothing that ancient literati could not write about...
So she thought of Su Dongpo and prepared to wait until the weather got cooler so that she could try Dongpo pork, Dongpo elbow and other dishes.
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