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Old Meng Jijiu scolded with a smile, "You boy, I can't stand such a little thing. Fortunately, I still regard you as a pillar of the academy. Young people, if you encounter more troubles, it's not very interesting to fight."

Zhao Rong leaned back slightly, "The pillars of the academy? They were almost split in half and burned as firewood."

He shook his head, "It's not interesting, it's not interesting."

Old Meng's offering of wine became quiet.

Zhao Rong blinked.

Elder Meng offered the wine and said suddenly:

"Although there is a rule in the school rules that more than three demerits will be expelled, there is an additional one at the end. Any Mochi student who is expelled must be approved by the old man."

He recalled, "Speaking of which, during my tenure, I haven't fired any Mochi student yet."

Zhao Rong's expression and tone were in place at the same time, and he flattered him, "The old man is high-spirited and honest, and he is considerate of the students..."

"Usually they drop out of school on their own initiative." Old Meng Jijiu interrupted.

Zhao Rong took a breath, arched his hands, and sighed sincerely, "Decent."

Old Meng stroked his beard with Jijiu, and laughed happily like a child.

It seems very satisfied with this performance.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and then he couldn't help laughing.

Gu Yiwu quietly but carefully looked at the old and the young at the side, touched the back of his head, and laughed too.

Immediately, Old Meng Jijiu turned his head to look at the two of them, and his tone became a little serious.

"There is no distinction between teaching and learning. Some people regard our Confucian scholars as empty words. I don't know what other Confucian scholars in other academies in the world do, and I don't care. That is the business of the Confucian Temple. But at the foot of the Mochi Academy, this Lin Lu Academy, this is the same principle as the most holy teacher."

This old man who likes to fish is word for word.

"So what about the son-in-law from a poor family, and what about the son-in-law of a wealthy family? When they come to the Mochi Academy, they all sit on the same mat and the same table. Whoever is higher and who is lower depends on his own ability. And the master learns to sacrifice wine and treats his students the same way." That's right."

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other with a smile when they heard the words, and nodded peacefully.

It was only the next second that Lao Meng's generous expression of offering wine could not hold back.

He coughed lightly.

"Ziyu, that, even though that's the case, if you quarrel with her in the future, if it's not a critical moment, don't lift the old man out, ahem, think about it, the hole cards are usually the last ones, don't Talk about it every day."

Zhao Rong glanced at Elder Meng's expression on offering wine, and roughly outlined the old man's position in the family in his mind...

At the same time, he also has a new understanding of a certain old-fashioned woman who pays attention to small rituals to the extreme.

Worthy of being 'Super Large Fish Huaijin'.

Facing the somewhat guilty Meng Lao Jijiu, Zhao Rong nodded and shook his head again.

"Don't fight with her, and don't have to fight."

Meng Lao raised his gray eyebrows on the left side of the wine offering, and smiled at Zhao Rong, without saying a word.

Gu Yiwu interjected a little coyly, "Old man, well, the etiquette exam is about to take place, Meng Xuezheng...I heard that some students will be sent down the mountain?"

Old Meng Jijiu understood, nodded, "Well, I want to send someone down the mountain, and she just came here to talk about it."

He picked out something he could say, and pondered:

"This matter was roughly finalized when Xiaomeng passed by the Dali Dynasty on his way back to the academy. Not long ago, Dali sent someone to invite us to our academy..."

Old Meng paused for a moment of offering wine, and glanced at the two young men in front of him who were listening with pricked ears.

He smiled and stopped talking.

"The matter of Dali is not an important matter, but the specifics, the old man can't say yet."

"It's a leak of the exam questions of the etiquette exam. You are preparing to use it as the exam for some Mochi students."

"The mid-month exam, the first one this time is etiquette. The specific situation will be announced in the academy in the next two days."

Gu Yiwu smiled foolishly, and said tentatively, "Mr., is this matter of separation troublesome?"

Meng Lao Jijiu looked as usual.

"It's a small matter. You are going to represent the academy, so what trouble can there be? However, compared with the etiquette assessment of other students who stayed in the academy, it may be a little more difficult, but there are also gains and losses. Make sure it's fair."

Gu Yiwu breathed a sigh of relief at first, but he sighed again when he heard the word 'slightly difficult' at the end.

He turned his head and stroked the back of his head.

Old Meng Jijiu raised the fishing rod, "Don't worry too much. Xiaomeng should think about who should go, and ask your opinions. It's just that at least one person must go to the Mochi Academy."

Gu Yiwu didn't feel comforted at all.

He glanced at Zhao Rong with a calm expression, and muttered, "What do you say about offering wine, why do I feel even more panicked, at least one person who has to go is me..."

Gu Yiwu wanted to ask again, but Zhao Rong had already opened his mouth.

"Brother Yiwu, it's getting late, we've been interrupting the sacrifice for a long time, let's see the old man again some other day."

Gu Yiwu nodded.

Old Meng Jijiu smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, the old man is just waiting for some fishing friends and chess friends."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the courtyard outside the water pavilion, only to see some old friends had already appeared.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu didn't stay any longer.

The two said goodbye and left.

Zhao Rong came to the entrance of the waterside pavilion, stopped slightly, and looked up at the plaque on the waterside pavilion.

Listen to Chaoxuan.

As for some hobbies of Lao Meng's sacrifice of wine, what Zhao Rong has heard and seen these days has also made him roughly clear.

Where does the old man regard offering wine as his main business? In Zhao Rong's view, it is more appropriate to describe it as a temporary job.

Meng Lao Jijiu is free every day, except for going to Liutang for a stroll every day, and standing on tiptoe at the small window at the back door to take a look.

Most of the time, they invite some friends in the academy, most of them are old people, to go fishing, play chess and so on.

And these old men, who looked about the same age as Meng Lao Jijiu, had different identities.

There are some elderly gentlemen from the academy that Zhao Rong knows, and there are also some old concierges, or old men who sweep the floor and ring the bell.

It seems that most of them are playing together.

So at this time, the Tingchao Pavilion located in the academy in front of Zhao Rong seems to be developing into an activity center for the elderly.

At the same time, it is also jokingly called by some Mochi students as a place where big bosses gather.

If you have nothing to do, go to serve tea and pour water, if you look familiar, maybe you can meet the mountain chief who hasn't shown up for a long time.

However, this is mostly a well-intentioned joke.

Regardless of whether they are seniors with good backgrounds or not, when you meet these old people in the academy on weekdays, you must respect them and salute them.

Because most of them have worked in Linlu Academy all their lives and are worthy of respect.

At this time, Zhao Rong turned his head to look, and passed by several old people.

He bowed his hands in salute.

The elegant old man, carrying a fishing rod bag on his back, stopped to return his salute.

A kind-hearted old man brought a small bench and a small bag of melon seeds with a kind smile.

There is also a tall, thin old man with a stern face who is carrying a small chessboard, looking down at the books and ignoring them.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu turned and left.

on the way back.

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said curiously:

"By the way, I didn't hear Chao Xuanqian before. What was that little booklet that person took out when he reprimanded you? I think she wrote it down on it."

Gu Yiwu's face suddenly turned dark.

The mood that had just gotten better was ruined again.

He observed the left and right, especially the back, turned around and took a look, and then said bitterly: "Little book, Xiaoben who is making small reports."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, "Who are you calling? Old Jijiu?"

Gu Yiwu let out a long sigh, "The head of the mountain."

He waved his hand, "Don't mention it, I think you will be deducted points again, and most of the impressions you have accumulated before will be lost."

Zhao Rong glanced at Gu Yiwu's face, thoughtful.

Is this related to... reading seeds?

This is probably the only thing that can make the senior of the Justice Hall around him very concerned.

Zhao Rong had also heard before that there was a rumor that there was a booklet in the head of the mountain, which was dedicated to keeping an 'account'.

So, Meng Zhengjun's small report is similar to a reference, and will be placed on the Shanzhang's desk in the end as a reference for the Shanzhang?

Hmm, so this son was named by her last time, and his name has fallen into the eyes of some strange mountain chief?

In other words, can the son-in-law add some points, I heard that this is the first time in the academy for a thousand years.

Unlock a new achievement or something.

It's not too much to add a little bit, Shanzhang.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and talked about this idea of ​​"not too much" to Gu Yiwu, who had a sleepy expression, and the latter suddenly became energetic, and agreed with a smile.

really.

Where is there any absolute pain and happiness.

They are all compared.

……

After Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu separated, after a little thought, they walked towards the southeast corner of the academy.

A quarter of an hour later, he came to Yi Lanxuan's door.

The big exam is coming up in a few days, and it will probably be quite busy, especially the first etiquette, which is estimated to take a lot of time.

Zhao Rong has always been unafraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice.

Regarding the list drawn up by Meng Zhengjun to go down the mountain to Dali for the assessment, Zhao Rong used his little stupid brain to think, and felt that it was very likely that Zhao Ziyu would be on the list.

Maybe, 'at least one person' is him.

Of course, it's not certain, but although Zhao Rong likes to gamble, he definitely doesn't put it on the kindness and generosity of others.

He gave up luck and prepared for the worst.

In the past two days, let's deal with some things first...

Zhao Rong, who was standing in front of the door, heard some movement in the courtyard inside the door.

When he heard it, it seemed to be the thoughts of a girl in blue.

"... Xiaolan... Xiaolan..."

This Lanhua Xiaomei, who usually treats guests delicately, likes to hold grudges, and is hot-tempered, seems to be quite patient with Lanhua.

It's just that the way he looks at him recently is the same as that of guarding against thieves.

But what is the timidity in those big black eyes?

Why does it feel like she is looking at Zhao Rong, as if she is looking at a 'stepfather' who might hit Doudou?

Zhao Rong blinked, and didn't have any intention of eavesdropping on the movement inside the door, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

dong dong dong——!

There was a sudden silence inside the door, without a sound.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then raised his hand.

dong dong dong——!

Still no sound.

Zhao Rong sent a message: "Hi, is Jing Zi there? I'm Zhao Ziyu, looking for your husband."