Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Gousheng followed the car closely all the way to the village entrance, and seemed to want to continue following, but was finally chased back by Song Yan.

The donkey cart went farther and farther away, but Gousheng's howl was still echoing in the air, with a hint of resentment in his voice.

Song Yan couldn't help but laugh when she heard it, then shook her head helplessly and amusedly: "What a piece of shit."

Uncle Dazhu smiled kindly: "Your dog is clingy, which is a good thing. It shows that it is loyal."

There was still a long way to go before they reached the town, and Song Yan began to chat with Uncle Dazhu.

"Uncle Dazhu, your donkey is really strong. Where did you buy it? I want to buy one too."

Song Yan did have the idea of ​​buying a donkey in his mind.

With the donkey, it will be much more convenient to take Erlin to town in the future, and we won’t have to trouble Uncle Dazhu all the time.

Uncle Dazhu smiled and replied, "I bought it from the dealers at the livestock market in town."

Song Yan asked in detail about the price of the donkey.

I learned that an ordinary donkey would cost about one tael of silver, while those that looked stronger and had shinier fur would cost two taels of silver.

The price is not high and acceptable.

After being led by Song Yan to chat for a while, Uncle Dazhu opened up and took the initiative to ask: "Did Erlin go back to continue his studies?"

"Yes, after the mourning period, he should go back to the private school, otherwise his studies will be wasted."

Song Yan added, "Uncle Dazhu, Erlin has changed his name now and is no longer called Erlin."

"What name did you change?"

Song Yan gently patted Song Zhengdu on the shoulder and said, "Now I'm Zhengdu, Song Zhengdu."

"Zhengdu, what a resounding name." Although Uncle Dazhu was illiterate, he started praising the name just because it sounded nice.

Soon, they arrived in the town.

The donkey pulled the cart, slowly crossing a quaint stone bridge, going deep into the quiet alleys, and finally stopped in front of a spacious courtyard.

Song Yan held the meat and wine that had been prepared long ago and said to Uncle Dazhu, "Uncle Dazhu, please wait here for a moment. I will take Erlin in to see the Master first."

He still habitually called Song Zhengdu by his nickname "Erlin".

The door of the private school was closed, but through the crack in the door, one could faintly hear the children reading aloud.

There was a pair of copper door knockers hanging on both sides of the door. Song Zhengdu walked forward, held the door knockers and knocked on the door.

The knock on the door echoed in the quiet alley, sounding particularly crisp.

When the doorman saw him, he smiled and said, "The teacher is still teaching. Please go in and wait."

They walked into the yard, and the first thing that caught their eyes was an open space, full of life and vigor.

Under the eaves, several pots of blooming flowers exude a faint fragrance, complementing the surrounding environment.

A path paved with bluestone slabs surrounds the yard, with bamboo, plum blossoms, orchids and other plants planted on both sides. They sway gently in the breeze, appearing full of vitality.

On one side of the yard is the school where classes are held.

Passing by the school, I saw the window was open. Through the window I could see the teacher standing on the podium, holding a heavy book in his hands, and lecturing with full concentration.

There were a dozen students sitting below, and they looked young.

Before this, Song Yan had already learned about this private school from the book "Revisiting the Imperial Examination Road".

The only teacher in the private school was named He, who was over fifty years old. As he had no hope of passing the imperial examinations in his early years, he opened this private school and concentrated on teaching.

Over the past decade, he has taught many outstanding students, many of whom passed the imperial examination and became scholars.

There is no age limit for students in private schools, ranging from children aged five or six to young people around twenty years old, but most of them are children under twelve or thirteen years old.

According to the learning progress, the private school was divided into three classes: A, B and C. His son Erlin had previously studied in Class A.

Song Yan and Song Zhengdu waited quietly in the flower hall. They were surrounded by the bookish scent of the private school and the air was filled with the faint aroma of ink.

Soon, Master He finished his lecture and walked into the flower hall calmly.

Seeing this, Song Zhengdu immediately stood up and bowed respectfully: "Master."

When Master He saw Song Zhengdu, he twirled his beard and nodded slightly: "You are here."

Then, Master He turned his gaze to Song Yan, and Song Zhengdu introduced him, "This is my student brother."

Song Yan also bowed and said respectfully, "Hello, Master."

Master He then asked Song Zhengdu with concern: "Are you keeping up with the progress of your studies?"

Song Zhengdu humbly replied: "I have been studying hard at home and have never slacked off."

After listening to him, Master He tested him on several passages from scriptures. Song Zhengdu answered them fluently, which showed that he had not neglected his studies during the six months of mourning at home.

Mr. He's expression gradually relaxed and he revealed a satisfied smile.

Song Yan seized the opportunity and promptly presented the gift of tuition to him: "Now, I will trouble you, Master, to continue teaching my family Zhengdu."

Master He said slowly: "Struggle to cross?"

Song Yan smiled and explained: "Master, you heard it right, Erlin has changed its name to Zhengdu."

Master He quickly realized where the name came from and frowned, seeming a little dissatisfied with the name.

Just then, someone outside the door suddenly shouted, "Master!"

When Master He heard the voice, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

Hearing the sound, Song Yan looked outside the door and saw a handsome young man walking into the flower hall. He had a handsome face and a sharp look between his eyebrows, as if he was born a hero.

Song Yan was startled, and a passage suddenly came to his mind: "The man is thirteen years old, with a handsome face and a fierce look in his eyes. As the old saying goes, 'Heroes have always emerged from youth', and it is true."

Then Master He shouted angrily, "Gu Qianfan, why are you coming to this shabby place of mine?"

Song Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and the shock in her heart was like a surging wave.

Sure enough, the young man in front of him was the protagonist of the story - Gu Qianfan.

Didn't the male protagonist always look down on this private school? Why did he suddenly come today?

Gu Qianfan seemed surprised, and said with a hint of panic: "I don't know why you said that, Master?"

Master He was so angry that he almost fell backwards. He blew his beard and glared, and said angrily: "Since you don't think highly of an old man like me teaching you to read and write, why bother asking such unnecessary questions?"

"Master." Gu Qianfan was about to speak when he suddenly noticed Song Yan and the other person.

His eyes swept over Song Yan and paused for a moment on Song Zhengdu, with a look of doubt and uncertainty on his face, but he quickly gathered his thoughts and turned to Master He and said, "Master, you are wrong."

He stepped forward and said sincerely, "The saints said, 'Once a teacher, always a father.' No matter how incompetent a student is, I will never be disrespectful to you, Master."

Gu Qianfan heard that there were recent rumors in the private school that he was disrespectful to his teachers.

This suddenly reminded him that the Mid-Autumn Festival had passed and his family had not sent any Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to Master He.

After asking his adoptive parents, he found out that his biological father usually prepared gifts for him and sent them home.

During this period, his biological father went out of town and did not prepare any gifts. His adoptive parents wanted to save the money and simply did not send any gifts. They thought that since Gu Qianfan did not go to private school, it was useless to send any gifts.

Thinking of this, Gu Qianfan couldn't help but blame his adoptive parents for their short-sightedness.

Such short-sightedness almost ruined his great plan.

The first examination of the Tongshi, the county examination, is presided over by the county magistrate, and only those who pass it can obtain the qualification for the prefectural examination.

If he spread a reputation of being disrespectful to teachers and the county magistrate heard of it, he would be left with a bad impression and he would probably not even be able to pass the county examination.

Therefore, Gu Qianfan hurried here today, hoping to meet Master He and quell the rumors.

Master He waved his sleeves coldly and said: "I am not well educated and cannot teach a top scholar like you. Go now."

"Teacher, please listen to what I have to say." Gu Qianfan hurried forward and tried to apologize.