Great Song Super Scholar

Chapter 96

The schooling period of the county school is two to three years, which varies from person to person, and there are about 700 regular students.

But at the most, there were 500 people, mainly because many old students from the county school failed to pass the examination, so they stayed in the school.

The school sees that they are bent on seeking fame and fame, and it is not easy to look down and drive them away, so they accumulate year after year.

Fan Ning's fourth uncle used to be one of them, but now he hit the big luck and was recommended by Zhu Yuanfu to study in a government school.

The county school dormitory area is in the east, covering a large area and consisting of more than a dozen large courtyards.

Most of the houses are more than 100 years old and were renovated once during the Taizong period, but they are still very old and the lighting is not very good.

Fan Ning lives in Wenmei No. [-] Garden, but the name is nice, but there is not a single plum blossom in sight.

The building is a fort-style compound, where more than fifty students from the Luming Academy live, and four people share a dormitory.

"Fan Ning, I really envy you! The dormitory is so spacious."

After packing his luggage, Lu Youwei went to look at Fan Ning's dormitory. Fan Ning was a county magistrate and had preferential treatment. He shared a room with two other county magistrates, and the room was twice as wide as other students.

Separated by three screens, everyone has their own space.

"It's okay!"

Fan Ning smiled and introduced two old friends to Lu Youwei.

"This is Su Liang, from Yu Qing School, and that is Duan Yu, from the School Affiliated to the County School. You should all know each other."

Everyone participated in the county test selection competition together, of course we all knew each other, and we quickly became familiar with each other.

Fan Ning's two old friends are not very old. Su Liang is only one year older than Fan Ning. He is tall and thin, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He has a sunny appearance and a very cheerful personality. He is the No. 3 county magistrate.

Duan Yu is the No. 5 county magistrate, two years older than Fan Ning. She looks like a little girl, with fair skin, delicate features, and a very quiet personality.

At this time, the bell outside rang, and Lu Youwei said with a smile: "It's time for dinner, let's go eat!"

Lu Youwei's father is not only a professor of the prefectural school, but his elder brother is also a student of the county school. He is very familiar with the situation of the county school, talking and laughing along the way to introduce the situation to the three of them.

There are four canteens in the county school, all of which are much larger than those in Yanying School, and each can accommodate hundreds of people for dinner.

The crowd walked out from different dormitory compounds, passing through a lush bamboo forest, and the crowds coming from all over quickly gathered together.

"I've only heard of Jinshi and Gongjushi. What's a county scholar?" An unscrupulous voice suddenly came from behind.

Fan Ning turned around and saw several thirteen and fourteen-year-old students behind them. Fan Ning recognized the lead student at a glance. It was the freshman who pushed Lu Youwei, but he didn't put on his cloak at this time.

When Lu Youwei saw this person, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he quickly stepped aside.

Fan Ning didn't need to look carefully at the student card to know whose disciples they were. The other students were wearing black scarf caps, but they were the only ones wearing turquoise scarf caps.

This is Zhang Yi's disciple of Gufeng Academy, and the green hat is their signature.

"You are Fanning?"

The lead student walked up to Fan Ning and looked at him arrogantly, "You are amazing! You don't even give our master face."

Fan Ning slowly clenched his fists and replied calmly: "I have always admired Zhao Xuezheng's character, and it is my honor to study with him!"

The lead student squinted his eyes and said, "It's a pity that Old Master Zhao doesn't like you. You are still a student with a hot face on your cold ass. How ridiculous!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and laughed loudly, knocked Su Liang away hard, and walked away with a few companions.

"Who is this guy?"

Su Liang rubbed his sore shoulder and said bitterly, "It's too arrogant!"

"His name is Yang Du, and he is the nephew of Yang Xiancheng!"

Duan Yu stared at the students going away, and replied calmly: "He was a bully in the affiliated school of the county school. No one dared to provoke him. of?"

Fan Ning is not surprised, and it is not surprising that there are a few young people who are "strive to make progress" in a place where talents gather in the county school.

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Fan Ning will face the same exams as other county school students in two and a half years, and his courses are not special. They are calligraphy, five classics, policy theory, and a deeper understanding of "Mencius" and "Analects of Confucius".

Compared with the school, the courses of the county school are more free. In addition to the four chief professors, the county school has more than a dozen other professors. Students can choose courses according to their own characteristics.

There are classes in the morning every day, and self-study in the afternoon and evening. Students can practice calligraphy in the dormitory, or find a classroom to read, of course, they can also go to Cangshuge.

Wuxian County Xue Zangshu Pavilion is the largest library in Pingjiang Prefecture, with nearly [-] volumes of various books.

In a blink of an eye, Fan Ning had spent half a month in the county school.

This morning, after finishing "Book of Changes", Fan Ning, Su Liang, and Duan Yu walked out of the classroom quickly.

"Help me take a leave of absence for the old man. I have something to do today, so I won't go to his private class." Fan Ning smiled.

The private class is that the four chief professors teach their own students individually, because it is not open, so everyone jokingly calls it a private class.

Su Liang sighed: "Fan Ning, why are you so stubborn, what's wrong with being Zhao Xuezheng's disciple, you have to be a disciple, and let some villains laugh at you."

Fanning smiled, but did not answer.

So far, Fan Ning is not Zhao Xiuwen's disciple, but only his disciple. It's not that Zhao Xiuwen doesn't want to accept Fan Ning as a disciple, but that Fan Ning's situation is a bit special.

Fan Ning is Fan Zhongyan's heir, Zhao Xiuwen is very aware of this, without Fan Zhongyan's consent, even if Fan Ning wanted to be his disciple, he would not dare to accept him.

Duan Yu pulled Su Liang, "Don't force Fan Ning if he doesn't go, the time is almost up, let's go!"

The two walked away quickly, and Fan Ning turned around and walked outside the school.

Today Zhu Yuanfeng invited him to dinner at noon, and his Taihu shochu was extremely popular, not only in Pingjiang Mansion, but also very popular.

It also caused a great sensation in the capital. It is said that even the emperor asked to drink Zhulou's newly brewed Taihu shochu.

Two days ago, Zhu Yuanfeng specially sent an invitation card to invite him to have a light meal at noon today.

Fan Ning hurried to the gate of the county school, only to see a magnificent carriage parked outside the gate.

Fan Ning was slightly taken aback, isn't this Jupe's carriage?

No way!Didn't Zhu Pei go back to the capital to study?
At this moment, the car door opened, revealing a delicate and pretty face, wearing a black gauze hat, a white scholar's robe, and a gold silk jade belt around his waist.

Fan Ning ran forward in surprise and asked, "Didn't you go back to the capital?"

Seeing Fan Ning, Zhu Pei was equally elated. She pretended to be unhappy and said, "That's why you want me to go back to the capital?"

"Of course not, I heard from Liu Kang that you are going back to the capital, so..."

Zhu Pei smiled slyly, "I see, you want me to go back to the capital, so you're going to renege on the bill, right?"

Fan Ning scratched his head and said with a smile: "What's the point of mentioning the old accounts of the past, let it go with the wind!"

"Good idea! What I'm lending is a usury loan with high interest rate. If you don't know it, you can't get out of it."

"No itch if there are too many lice, no worry if there are too many debts, let's talk!"

Fan Ning was also polite, and directly got into the carriage. The carriage slowly turned around and headed slowly towards the north gate.

Zhu Yuanfeng invited Fan Ning to dinner in Changzhou County. Changzhou County and Wu County are only three miles apart. The two counties face each other far away.

A wide official road connects the two counties. A majestic nine-hole stone bridge spans the canal. The horse-drawn carriage passed the canal and entered the south gate of Changzhou County not long after.

"Jupei, are you still studying at Yanying Academy?" Fan Ning asked with a smile.

Zhu Pei snorted, "This yamen has been admitted to the county magistrate, will you still study in the school?"

"Then where do you study?"

Fan Ning secretly glanced at Jian Meizi behind her, and saw that she was stern and expressionless, turning a blind eye to him.

Fan Ning turned around and smiled at Zhu Pei: "If I'm not wrong, you are studying in Changzhou County?"

"You guessed it right!"

Zhu Pei smiled and said, "I'm studying in Mei's Girls' School!"

"There is still a girls' school?"

Fan Ning was a little puzzled, "Is it a school for women who learn embroidery and needlework?"

"I don't learn those messy things!"

Zhu Pei gave Fan Ning a hard look, and said coquettishly, "We learn piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and we even invite a famous Confucian to teach us how to write poems and lyrics."

"It seems that there are quite a few classmates?"

"of course!"

Zhu Pei snorted softly, and said triumphantly: "There are eight girls in total, all from Pingjiang Mansion. Sister Jian has taught me boxing these few days. Dumb, when will we come to compete?"

Fan Ning rolled his eyes, is he planning to use himself as a sandbag?
In fact, Fan Ning didn't understand that the middle class and above in the Northern Song Dynasty also attached great importance to the education of their daughters, but it was not the kind of education that the county schools and schools studied hard.

Instead, they were sent to women's schools from an early age to learn how to write poems and lyrics, tea ceremony, makeup, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so that girls would have the opportunity to marry into a wealthy family and teach their children.

Even if the right family gets married, the man's family not only depends on the dowry, but talent is also an important part.

The Song Dynasty society has long formed a consensus that only talented mothers can cultivate excellent offspring.

Even many wealthy families even hire cooks based on their looks and talents.

It's just that there are high and low girls' schools. The Mei's Girls' School that Zhu Pei said is the best girls' school in Pingjiang Prefecture.

The carriage stopped slowly in front of a hard mountain-style restaurant. In front of the restaurant stood a door covered with colorful brocades, making the restaurant look very luxurious.

On the tall pole in front of the restaurant hangs a big wine streamer with a yellow background and a black border, with four big characters written on it, Taihu Shaojiu, and four big characters on the back, the best in the world.

There is a separate wine shop on the side of the restaurant, and there is a long queue in front of it, which can't be seen at a glance. There is a white paper hanging on the wine shop, which reads: Each person is limited to one catty.

Several dentists kept asking in the queue, "Do you want to line up for customers?"

Fan Ning got out of the carriage and looked up at the signboard of the restaurant. On the black lacquered wooden signboard were engraved with two flying gold characters: 'Zhulou'.

Fan Ning recognized this imposing calligraphy, which was exactly the same as the plaque in front of the gate of Pang Mansion, and it was written by Emperor Zhao Zhen.

(End of this chapter)