A piece of paper

Xian Jin specially sent the book cover of "Qingcheng Mountain Court B Character" to the mounting shop, pasted it twice, and sealed the sides specially, and made a lacquer wood roll, which is very precious.

Mr. Qiao Shan personally wrote the volume "On the Great Way of Business", Xianjin read it at night by lamplight, uh, it can't be called reading... Basically, it is considered reading sleep sleeping sleep reading.

There are not many uncommon characters, but together, Xian Jin can’t imagine a general idea even if he guessed it. Maybe it’s because there are too many references to the scriptures, and each word contains many layers of meaning. It may be a person’s name, or a place name. Maybe it refers to something in particular.

For example, a small word "cheng" can mean "sincerity", "sincerity", or "if". The least martial arts, there is a supporting actor named "cheng".

Xian Jin tested classical Chinese, relying on her back, relying on her knowledge, and relying on her strength at the same table. She guessed based on her sense of language, which basically belonged to the type of "guess well, don't guess next time"...

Simply turn to the last page, and the inscription is Baoyuan.

Qiao Baoyuan?
Qiao Shan's name is Qiao Baoyuan?
Xian Jin had a weird expression, as if he had swallowed a cockroach.

Treating it like a treasure and unique, it seems that it doesn't quite match Qiao Shanchang's fairy-like appearance.

Quite like a fairy descending to earth, selling candied chestnuts.

Xian Jin silently put away the file, and took it with him when he was going to Qingchengshanyuan.

At noon, after Chen Jianfang finished teaching literacy classes, with a dry throat, he stood at the counter and took a sip of the tea that the little maid had cooled in advance. When he looked up, he saw Xian Jin kicking the threshold of the store with his head down.

Like a donkey kicking.

Temperament is also like.

"What's the matter?" Chen Jianfang quickly swallowed the tea, laughed unconsciously, put the textbook into the cloth bag, and stood under the gray tiles and gray wall.

Xian Jin raised the reel in his hand, "Mr. Qiao Shan gave Zhang Yi a book cover and told me that I can go to Zangshuge to borrow books. Could you please take me there?"

Chen Jianfang was slightly surprised.

The book covers of Qingcheng Mountain Academy are divided into three grades: B, C, D, and there is no A grade.

It is because Mr. Qiao called Tianzi No. [-] that he was called Class A. He is an outstanding person, and the highest class can be assigned as the second class—so the highest book cover of Qingcheng Mountain Academy is the second class.

Master Qiao granted the highest authority of the academy to Xian Jin.

But it's true, Master Qiao has never paid attention to differences in gender, family status, or clan.

For more than ten years since the establishment of the mountain, peaches and plums have spread all over the world, and the belief in the mind almost dominates the officialdom in Nanzhili. It is not unusual for students who have completed their studies from Qingcheng Mountain Academy to have two lists of Jinshi. Two, at present, the highest level is that the six ministers will not touch the right. Given time, it is only a matter of opportunity to join the cabinet to pay homage to the prime minister.

Many of them are poor students.

Xian Jin's background is weak and he is in an embarrassing situation. It is not surprising that Master Qiao shows pity and love.

Chen Jianfang nodded, turned slightly to make a way out, signaled Xianjin to go first, then followed, and said with a smile, "Master Qiao is biased. My book cover is class C, but you are class B."

Xian Jin laughed, "Really? Maybe it's because I don't have to take the imperial examination! I can't give you a second grade, but give other students a third grade—our track is different!"

The young girl looked frank, and rushed out word by word like a slingshot, as if no matter what she said, she was sincere and convincing.

Chen Jianfang couldn't help laughing, and followed Xian Jin unhurriedly, maintaining the same footstep rhythm as Xian Jin, but keeping the distance not too close or too far, exactly three steps.

As soon as he entered the Qingcheng Mountain Campus, some students hurriedly came to look for Chen Jianfang, "The master of Class B of Shang had too much wine at noon and was throwing up in his arms. The head of the mountain, please go and have a top!"

The bell struck three times, and it was time for class.

Chen Jianfang glanced at Xian Jin.

Xian Jin understood very well, and quickly waved his hand at him, "Go now! The teacher is not here after class, and the students may become grandsons who are not suppressed by the Tathagata Buddha!"

Chen Jianfang was easily amused again, and first told Xian Jin softly, "...Go straight west, turn around a cypress forest, and walk a hundred or so steps, you will see a three-story thatched cottage. When you arrive, show the book cover to the gatekeeper. The first floor is the scriptures, the second floor is the history books, the third floor is the subsets and miscellaneous books, you can go directly to the third floor.”

Xian Jin nodded repeatedly, expressing that he would never hold him back.

After explaining clearly, Chen Jianfang hurried to the library while learning about the situation with the visitors, "Where did the last lesson go? The Songs of Chu and Poetry Criticism? Can Qu Yuan talk?"

Hmm. It’s like a doctor who is brought by a tutor. He raises his Ph.
Xian Jin walked forward according to Chen Jianfang's words, and when he opened the cover of the book, the gatekeeper was startled. He checked Xian Jin's reason carefully, and then took a serious look at Xian Jin. This is indeed not in the mountain courtyard. student, he asked again, "Are you a girl?"

One word, completely destroy Xian Jin's confidence in his appearance
——In her previous life, she was not ugly, at most she was pale and haggard all the year round due to congenital heart disease, but she was definitely not ugly in terms of facial features.

In this life, her appearance is about 500% similar to that of her previous life, and she was weak at first, but she couldn't stand the nourishment of Zhang Ma's six meals a day and the set of Baduanjin that she got up early every day and worked hard every day. Her paleness and haggardness were gone, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, With crow-like hair, he can be a good-looking blogger with [-] million followers.If a cp is tied up as an emotional blogger, maybe the number of fans will exceed tens of millions.

However, this gatekeeper suspects that she is a man?

Xian Jin looked down at the dung beetle-colored jacket on his body.

Although the color of the clothes is a bit ugly, at least it can be seen that this is a skirt, right?

"Uncle Joe, let her in."

The voice was obviously suppressed.

As soon as Xian Jin turned his head, he saw Qiao Hui with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the porch, his face obviously twitching from suppressed laughter, "She is indeed a second class, and my father signed it with his own hands." Rules raised his hand, "I testify."

Xian Jin thought of Qiao Hui's old punch, first thanked, ".I have never said thank you seriously", then thought of the blind bag he had plotted against Qiao Hui, and then apologized, "Your blind bag"

Qiao Hui turned his head away.

An attitude of "let's not mention it for now if you are calculated to be embarrassing".

Xian Jin stopped talking with a smile, and then said, "Anyway, thank you for giving Liu Zhangxuan the chance to see the sun again!"

Only then did Qiao Hui turn his head back.

Xian Jin smiled sincerely.

Quite a bit of a smile to obliterate the meaning of enmity.

The gatekeeper let Xian Jin in, and Xian Jin stepped up to the second floor.

The second floor is history books.

Qiao Hui nodded appreciatively, "It's a good choice to learn from history and be wise from history."

Then I saw Xian Jin smoking a few books, "Shuowen Jiezi", "Zihui", "Jiyun".
Qiao Hui: "."

It was he who overestimated the girl.

I thought I was reading Zizhi Tongjian, but it turns out that people are still in the stage of literacy.

The thatched cottage is very rustic, with dozens of wooden shelves lined up in rows on the first floor, a few square tables and stools placed around, and a row of bamboo fence railings hanging outside the window, which seem to have stuffed a few Then I dug a few clusters of weeds from the mountain and transplanted them for decoration.

Xian Jin chose a seat near the window and sat down, took out the file, the reed pen, the small inkstone and the well-tailored "sketch book", opened the file written by Qiao Shanchang himself, and compared it word by word. Read "Shuowen Jiezi" to explain the meaning one by one.

Qiao Hui chose a table adjacent to Xianjin, and after seeing the name of the file that Xianjin took out, he was slightly taken aback—his father asked He Xianjin to correct his classics?
One afternoon, the two of them had nothing to say. Xian Jin was extremely focused on the classical Chinese translation problem. Qiao Hui couldn't find a reason to talk for a long time, so he simply picked a book, read it for a while, and then read it seriously.

This sutra is full of more than [-] words, and it has been translated into classical Chinese and text. It is even more mighty and mighty. After reading the passage through, Lu Guan tapped the tip of his pen on his forehead as if thinking, and then immersed himself in annotating a large passage.

After the stick of incense burned out, Xian Jin got up and poured a cup of hot water from the teapot, lifted the kettle and asked Qiao Hui, "Do you want some water?"

Qiao Hui was thirsty and his eyes were glued to the book, so he stretched out a green glazed teacup.

Xian Jin looked down and saw wolfberries, red dates, barley and lotus seeds floating in the teacup. It was a three-piece set of health care that not only whitens, but also dehumidifies and clears away heat.

Looking at Qiao Hui's razor-sharp jaw and broad forehead, he couldn't help laughing at the contrast of this macho man, "Would you like to add some rock sugar? Rock sugar is also a good thing to clear away heat and moisten the lungs."

Only then did Qiao Hui's eyes leave the book.

He...he doesn't like drinking tea, what's the matter?
How is it different from taking medicine.
In the reading circle of partial students, drinking tea is advocating, and whoever drinks tea is an elegant person. Some students, in order to highlight a group, have a cup of strong tea in the morning, a cup of strong tea at noon, and a cup of strong tea in the evening. This person is about to be marinated by strong tea.

He doesn't.

He can drink whatever he wants, no one cares.

Qiao Hui's expression remained unchanged, and his white teeth showed with a smile, "Then dare to please, you can let it go! I just like sweet drinks!"

Xian Jin laughed, and poured half a cup of hot water for him with the teapot in one hand, and handed it to Qiao Hui, "Then I will remember, and I will bring it for you next time."

Qiao Hui finally found a reason to speak, and while flipping through the book, he pretended to be casual and said, "That tracing red book"

Xian Jin looked up at him.

Qiao Hui cleared his voice, "Are you considering using cheaper bamboo paper for your tracing red book? In fact, many scholars practice handwriting, not limited to what kind of paper or what kind of ink they use? To them, having a piece of paper to write on is a great deal. fortunate."

"Young gentlemen like Bo'er, who don't know how to suffer, naturally account for the majority of scholars, but there are also many children from poor families who have lost a long way since they started."

Qiao Hui didn't read the book, so he closed the book respectfully, then smiled self-deprecatingly, "Let me say this suggestion, maybe it's ironic."

Born from a famous and noble family, he naturally has no worries about financial burdens.

Just because he doesn't have these troubles doesn't mean he doesn't know.

The scholars of Qingcheng Mountain Academy are protected by Qiao's family. No matter what method they use, those who are truly talented and learned naturally don't need to worry about economic life.

But what about those places that Qingchengshanyuan can't see?

If learning can only be a game for the rich, then how can a child from a poor family get out of it?

Qiao Hui admitted that, just like he doesn't like tea and likes to drink sweet water, he has always been rebellious.

However, he seemed to see the same rebellion and the lonely courage hidden in the philistine in the shopkeeper He in front of him.

Xian Jin's expression became serious.

Qiao Hui raised her head, put her hands behind her head, and her expression returned to the previous casual and high-spirited expression, "...I just hope that those people can stand on the same starting line for me and start a fair competition! The jokes are for reference only, for reference only!"

Xian Jin's expression loosened.

The weeds on the window lattice were blown by the wind, Xian Jin sniffed lightly with his nose, and couldn't help frowning, how did she smell the faint smell of plum wine?

The wind also blows the files on Xian Jin's desk.

Qiao Hui raised his eyebrows and looked from afar, and vaguely saw that the girl had written a long comment, "...the author is very kind, if he is good, he will benefit the world. If he is not so good, he can help a few. This is a business way."