Jinyi Music

Chapter 8

The third son Mou Gong, the fourth son Mou Xiao, the sixth son Mou Zhong, and the seventh son Mou Jian are not as knowledgeable as the boss and the second son, but they are good at martial arts. I can always keep them, whether they join the army or enter Jinyiwei, they must have no worries about food and clothing. Only the old eighth, Mou Biao, is irritable and irritable. Human pit is the most worrying thing!

Fortunately, he is willing to study hard now, as long as he can sit obediently in the school and be honest for a few years, maybe he can find a way out in the future if he can control his temper!

This is because Commander Mou is an upright person and never thinks about evil ways, so he took great pains to plan for his sons. If it was someone else, he would have tried to save his wealth and squandered it for his children and grandchildren. Why bother?
He felt that Mr. Qin was good, so he planned to send his son to be educated quickly, but Mu Bin thought that most of the students Mr. Qin accepted were from poor families. Firstly, I was afraid that he would bully others, and secondly, I was afraid that I would not get along with my classmates and would not stay long, so I ordered after thinking about it,
"Come here! The Eighth Young Master is invited!"

There was a young man outside to invite people, and not long after, Mou Biao was invited over.

"Father, are you looking for me?"

Mu Bin stood behind the desk with his hands behind his back and watched his youngest son come in. He nodded and asked him,

"I heard...you have been reading in the study these two days?"

Mou Biao responded with some shame,
"My son is too illiterate, isn't he trying to catch up..."

Mu Bin looked at his son with a strange expression when he heard the words,

"Recently... your temper has really changed a bit!"

If it weren't for his appearance and behavior, he would still be exactly the same as the old Ba, Mou Bin would have suspected that his youngest son had been dropped by someone else. Where did he come from before?
Every day, if he is playing with cats and dogs in the mansion, bullying the little girl, teasing the old woman, even the big and handsome girl in Liu's yard, he still dares to lift her skirt and pour tea, what's going on now?
Seeing his father staring at him strangely, Mou Biao naturally knew why he was doing it, raised his hand to scratch his scalp, and said with a smile,
"Father, my son used to be ignorant, but now that he's grown up, he won't cause trouble anymore!"

Mu Bin saw that his expression was serious and did not seem like nonsense, but he believed it three points, nodded and said in relief,

"Okay! It's good if you can understand!"

It's a pity that Commander Mou was relieved too early!
He arranged for someone to go to Mr. Qin's place to inquire, and pretended to his son that he was a foolish son of a wealthy family in the country. He wanted to go to Mr. Qin's place to read and read, but that Mr. Qin was very educated and readily agreed. Come down and let him come to visit the teacher every two days.

So after two days, Mou Biao sat in an old bullock cart full of fishy smell, and was dragged by his old steward to Suanzao Lane outside the city. In the car, he sniffled and asked the old steward,

"Song Bo, where did you borrow this car? It smells too strong!"

The old steward Liu Song laughed and said,
"This old slave bought it from the fish delivery shop in the house. Eighth young master, you should get used to it. The master said, you can't show your identity. From now on... you will go to school in this bullock cart!"

Mou Biao looked helpless with disgust on his face, he could only raise his chin at his servant,
"I'll find a place to wash this car in a while, it's so smokey that I'm going to throw up!"

Sitting with the young master, Mou Hu also sniffed violently, feeling disgusted in his heart, but when he heard that Mou Biao was going to leave him and go in by himself, he hurriedly said,

"Master, I will follow you in to serve you!"

Mou Biao waved his hand,

"No need, you wash the car outside, and wait for the young master to finish school!"

Seeing that Suanzao Alley had arrived, Mou Biao stretched out his teacher apprentice ceremony and jumped out of the car without waiting for Mu Hu's response.

Mr. Qin was running a private school at home, and it was the time when the students entered the school, so the gate was half opened, allowing the children to come and go freely. Mou Biao went in behind a group of laughing children, walked around the screen Seeing a tall and thin scribe standing in front of the hall with his hands behind his back,

"Good morning sir!"

All the children bowed and saluted together, and Mou Biao followed suit. His head was lowered, but his eyes were moving around. There were more than a dozen of them in front of him and behind him. The Mr. Qin above all showed fear and respect. It seems that this Mr. Qin is really strict!
"Ok!"

Mr. Qin nodded,
"It's getting late, hurry up and go in for morning reading!"

"Yes!"

A group of children, big and small, went in obediently with their heads down. When they passed the portraits of saints and sages in the main hall, they saluted, and then turned to the back. Only Mou Biao stood there with two catties of fat in his hand, Looking around like a goose, Mr. Qin looked him up and down and asked,
"Are you Mu Biao?"

Mou Biao quickly stepped forward and responded,
"Returning to Mr., the student is Mou Biao..."

"You... come with me!"

Mr. Qin led him into the main hall. Mou Biao looked around and handed over the fat in his hand to the old servant. Mr. Qin asked him to put three pillars of fragrance on the portrait of the saint enshrined in the main hall, and knelt down to give it to the old servant. After kowtowing three times, he ordered him to stand up, and said to him,
"Today I accept the ceremony of your apprenticeship, to pass on righteousness and virtue to the sages. You need to be diligent and hardworking, and you must not be negligent..."

After all, he pointed to the ruler under the portrait,
"If not, don't blame my ruler for being ruthless!"

"Yes, sir!"

Mou Biao honestly bowed his head and replied,
"Okay, come with me!"

Mr. Qin led him to turn to the back, where several rows of desks, stools and chairs were placed in the second hall, where a group of children, big and small, were shaking their heads and reading in unison. Mr. Qin asked Mou Biao,
"Are you literate at home?"

Mou Biao wanted to learn literature and martial arts by himself, and all schools of thought have dabbled in it, but when he remembered the scene of staring at the Three Character Classic in the study, he couldn't help but blushed, and replied angrily and ashamedly. ,
"Mr. Hui, I only know a few words!"

"Ok!"

When the old manager at the front came to inquire, he had already explained the situation of his eighth young master. Mr. Qin was not surprised when he heard it. He pointed to the last row and said to Mou Biao,
"You go and sit there..."

Mou Biao looked up, but saw a few four- and five-year-old children sitting in the last row, looking at him one by one from behind the books, and one of them smiled, revealing two black holes in the front teeth Mou Biao was so ashamed and annoyed,

"Young master, the champion of martial arts, is now reduced to be with this group of brats. It's a shame and a shame!"

Seeing him hesitate, Mr. Qin couldn't help frowning,
"Ok?"

Mou Biao raised his head with a bitter face and said,

"Sir, I... I am ten years old, can I sit in the front?"

He glanced over just now, and he has seen it clearly. The people in front are all older, and they are more educated. Mr. Qin snorted and said,

"In my class, those who are knowledgeable are in the front row..."

Saying one finger in the first row,

"This is Zhang Rengui. Now you have finished reading Mencius. If you can finish reading, you can sit beside him..."

As soon as Mr. finished speaking, Mou Biao's face became even more red. All the children were laughing behind them through the books. Seeing Mou Biao dejectedly move to the last row and sit down step by step, the one who lost two front teeth The child was his deskmate, who turned his head and smiled at him,
"What's your name... Do you have any books? If not, read them with me!"

Mou Biao glared at him angrily,
"Thank you for your kindness, sir, I...have it!"

As he spoke, he took out a Three Character Classic from the book bag he was carrying, followed the children in the last row, and read it in a low voice,
"At the beginning of human beings... nature is good... sex is similar... habits are far away..."

The deskmate next to him listened with his ears and reminded in a low voice,
"Speak louder, let the master hear, if not..."

Otherwise, before he finished speaking, he heard Mr. Qin asking,
"Mu Biao, you can't read?"

Everyone's gazes turned to Mou Biao's face flushed red, and he hurriedly replied,

"Can read... sir, I can read!"

If you can't even read the Three Character Classic, wouldn't it make people laugh when you tell it?
Mr. Qin then shouted,

"Then...why not speak louder..."

"……Yes!"

Mou Biao blushed, and amidst the tittering of the crowd, he let go of his throat and began to read,
"If you don't teach...nature is humility...the way to teach...expertise..."

Sure enough, father had the foresight to let him conceal his identity to come here to study. If he came in with his identity revealed, and let people know that the young master of Jin Yiwei's commander and envoy family can't even read the three-character scriptures fluently, wouldn't it be time to dig three feet and make a call? Drilling into a hole and not coming out for a lifetime?

Young Master Mou Ba stayed in the private school blushing for a long time, and finally got through school. After bowing goodbye to the teacher with all his classmates, he hurried out to look for his own carriage. There are a few wealthy families in this private school Some families came to pick them up with horse-drawn carriages, and the family of Zhang Rengui, who was a good student, had a groom drive a flat-roofed black-painted cart to pick them up.
"Master!"

The groom came down and graciously helped Zhang Rengui into the carriage, and walked away under the envious eyes of the children, but Mou Biao was looking left and right, looking for his own carriage. Someone behind him stabbed him,
"Mu Biao, where do you live?"

Mou Biao looked back, but it was his deskmate who lacked front teeth. This kid was named Feng Lian, and he saw him write his name crookedly when they were practicing big characters. I forgot all about it, but the feeling of practicing calligraphy is still there. Although the big characters I write are still a few layers away from everyone, they are still much better than this little kid who is full of schools, so I was praised by my husband. He saved some face, and the students laughed less at him.

Feng Lian pulled his sleeve and asked,
"Do you want to play with us in the back?"

Mou Biao pulled back his sleeve impatiently, pushed him and said,

"Go, go, go... A bunch of little brats, what's the fun, I won't go!"

My grand master, the champion of martial arts, can't he piss and make mud with you?
(End of this chapter)