Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

"Why?" Fang Chang asked a little puzzled.

"Well, family matters are all family matters. I'm really sorry, Your Excellency." The servant who opened the door was a bit elderly, with deep wrinkles on his forehead and white hair on his temples. He shook his head and sighed worriedly.

"That's really unfortunate, we'll come back another day." Fang Chang replied politely, cupping his hands slightly.

Then he turned around and left with Hu Yun, the door creaked behind him and closed again.

This street is not wide, few people and quiet.

The street is paved with bluestone slabs, and the material is solid. Although it is not as smooth as it used to be, it is not dusty, and it bears the watermarks that have been swept today.

The courtyard walls on both sides have the same style, they are both old and have mottled traces of the years, they are all cleaned up very clean, and occasionally damaged have been repaired, which shows that the courtyards on both sides are rich or have some status—as a county The school teacher, the one I just visited is naturally on the list.

Carrying the dried meat that could not be delivered, he walked slowly outside the street. Fang Chang said softly to Hu Yun who was holding a pile of boxes next to him:

"Let's find an inn to stay in first, and go again in two or three days. I hope that Mr. Li will have settled the family affairs by then."

"If it still doesn't work, there is another alternative. I can take you to Xingqing Mansion. There are two highly respected Mr. Jian there. They are running a school. Almost all the scholars in Xingqing Mansion are their students."

"However, it is different from other places. In order to benefit more people through education, they are recruiting students widely. The tuition fees are extremely low. Originally, that is the best place for you."

"But the great catastrophe is coming, and I don't know how much impact it will have on the human world, so I chose Ninghe Mansion. After all, it is much safer here with the care of Zhao Chenghuang."

"It may be that things are really unexpected. This place is also close to Yunzhong Mountain. You can let go of your feet and escape back to the mountain to avoid disaster, so the risk here is relatively much less."

The young Hu Yun nodded repeatedly after hearing this. He lacked understanding of what Mr. Fang said, and he half understood what he heard.

However, he still chose to believe in Mr. Fang, since he would not be sold anyway.

Fang Chang's hearing power is far beyond that of ordinary people. Suddenly, his heart moved, his steps slowed down, and then stopped.

Feeling that the people next to him suddenly slowed down, Hu Yun was a little puzzled: "What's wrong? Mr. Fang?"

"Things may have turned around, interesting."

He heard a slow and hesitant footstep in the courtyard behind, and he had been wandering around for a long time. After the servant closed the door just now, he seemed to turn around and met the owner of the footstep, and then there was a few conversations.

"Fugui, is there any visitor? Who is it?"

"Master, just now a young man came to the door with a young man, holding a gift box and a bundle of dried meat in his hand. He should have come to pay homage to the teacher. Before you ordered no visitors, I turned him back. That young man Say, come back in a few days."

"Well..." The person who asked the question was Mr. Li himself, the school teacher in the county. He should have thought about it for a while, and then said: "Of course the ordinary guests will not be there, but there are children who want to go to school...Fugui, you go out and have a look. If they If you haven't gone far, please come back, and I will see you."

"Of order, but master, should we block the guests who come later?"

"Block, still have to block, except for those who come to apprentice."

"okay."

All of this was heard by Fang Chang. Just as he stopped, the back yard door creaked open. It was the elderly domestic servant who shouted at their backs: "You two, please stay!"

After the two of them turned around to look over, Fugui shouted loudly again: "My master wants to see you."

The names of servants in the world for their masters are very chaotic, and there are no fixed rules. Some call them "Master" and "Young Master", while others call them "Master" and "Master's family", and some even use them mixedly.

However, the personal attachment relationship between the two is relatively weak, and has nothing to do with titles.

In the vast majority of cases, it is an employment system. The relationship between master and servant is determined through an officially recognized contract, as well as the rights and responsibilities of both parties. Due to the rules, life contracts are not allowed. The longest contract can only be ten years long, and there are no restrictions on the children of servants. That is, the appearance of "family birth" is not allowed.

This is a rule established by a certain emperor many, many years ago.

Yaoyao cupped his hands towards the door, Fang Chang took Hu Yun and turned around.

Walking to the gate, Fu Gui said to them: "The master just heard about your situation, so he made an exception and asked me to call you in. He wants to see you."

After all, he led them directly into the living room, where Mr. Li was already waiting.

He asked about his name and place of origin, tested Hu Yun at the school, and after confirming his current level, he immediately accepted Shu Xiu and the Mongolian boy, and then explained the situation and rules of the school to Fang Chang and the two.

Since there is no uniform enrollment time, the level of Kaimeng School is uneven, and their learning progress is different. Managing these children is a technical task.

Moreover, learning is good or bad, but also depends on the children's self-consciousness and self-learning ability.

For young children, this is actually quite cruel, after all, many of them do not understand the meaning of learning.

The apprenticeship agenda was simple, but it was quite solemn. After paying the salute and presenting the Shuxiu, Mr. Li also lent Hu Yun a few books, which were the enlightenment textbooks in the school.

"These books must be kept well, and must not be damaged or dirty. If there is a mistake, they must be copied and returned to me. After all, the children behind cannot be left without textbooks."

Fang Chang took a copy from Hu Yun's hand, flipped through it, and found that it was all manuscripts.

Even today, the demand and stock of Kaimeng textbooks are very large for the world, handwriting is still popular, and printing can only account for half of the copying of books.

There are other things such as the class time of the school, the rules inside, and the sequence of courses. Mr. Li is explaining to the two of them one by one.

At this time, a man in his twenties and thirties suddenly rushed into the living room, regardless of who was around, and knelt down to Mr. Li with a plop:

"Father, my son is here."

"You dare to come! Are you trying to piss me off!"

"Father, after all these years, I can't change it anymore, so let me just muddle along, after all, my son doesn't know how to make a living."

"well……"

Mr. Li sighed deeply, as if his bones had been emptied, he put his hands on his forehead and sat there. He waved the back of his hand forward: "You go back to the house to rest first, and I will find you after I chat with the guests."

The young man kowtowed again, and then went to the next room.

Knowing that this is someone else's family matter, Fang Chang was about to find a topic at random and lead it elsewhere, but when Mr. Li saw that the situation seemed to have been exposed, he smiled wryly and said straight to the point:

"I made the two of you laugh. It's really family business."