Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

In another corner, the boy named "Qing Ge'er" was also staying there, holding a book and reciting aloud.

In the topknot of Brother Qing's head, the silver hairpin given by Fang Chang is still shining brightly.

It was given by Fang Changxing when he saw the little boy picking up the money back then. Fang Chang was also deeply impressed by Brother Qing's mother, Mrs. Qiao who was a little stubborn in refusing to accept the reward.

In another classroom, Fang Chang also met Xu Wuren, the son of Lao Xu, the owner of the mutton noodle stall in Huqiao Town.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and Wuren's height has grown again. The boy who was a little rich at the beginning has also become a little thinner.

The classroom is very new, it seems that with the expansion of the staff, it has been reset here.

At this time, the temperature is just right, and all the windows are set up high, just for better lighting. There are lecterns and desks inside, as well as wooden blackboards that have been inked according to Fang Chang's previous suggestion, and powder blocks made of chalk for writing.

A few young scholars were walking around the classroom with a ruler in their hands, answering the children's doubts or correcting the next sentence from time to time.

There are a few big trees outside, and there are neat vegetable beds in the yard, and the green inside is the result of the teachers and students working together. It is said that the several school fields within the outer city are also cultivated by teachers and students in turn.

In the words of the two Mr. Jian, agriculture is the foundation of the world, no matter what industry or industry it is, it is beneficial for oneself to know something about farming. Therefore, in the school, an agricultural department was specially set up to allow students to work in person to increase their understanding of agriculture.

After going around several classrooms, Fang Chang was very satisfied.

This place is run by two brothers, Jian Zhengchu and Jian Zhengqing, and the business is booming, and there is indeed a new look.

That's enough.

Fang Chang got rid of the state of "why meet each other before" on his body, didn't say hello to anyone, turned around and went out the door.

He searched for the path according to his memory, and found the Xingqing Mansion Library.

I haven't been to Xingqing Mansion for a while, the scene here has not changed much, all kinds of buildings are the same as before, only there are some traces of repairs. Even though the pace of life is much faster than that in the countryside, the people in the city still live a leisurely life, and the buildings in the city are not updated so fast.

Taking out Jian Zhengchu's bamboo card, Fang Chang walked into the library smoothly in a normal way.

Behind the low counter at the entrance, the person who manages the books is still the "equal value exchange" Lu Shaoyuan. The young man was growing fast. Compared to the last time we met, the boy was a few inches taller, and his clothes didn't fit him well.

It seems that in this position, he can read a lot conveniently, and Lu Shaoyuan's temperament is more elegant. It is obvious that during this period of time, he has stuffed a lot of knowledge into his belly.

There are many people coming and going.

Some came to borrow books, some looked for a place to read and take notes, and some sat in a better position and copied books for the library to offset the loan fee.

In the library, there are not only scholars coming and going, but also ordinary literate people, who took out their vouchers a little cautiously, took the books and walked away quickly. Fang Chang also saw someone holding a book, randomly finding a flat place to sit down, then took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and then carefully opened the book, eagerly reading.

The Xingqing Mansion Library was rebuilt from a warehouse, and the doors and windows were expanded by craftsmen, and the floor tiles were waterproofed, so the lighting is very good. Inside the library, rows of mottled and dilapidated bookshelves that have gone through vicissitudes exude the fragrance of ink, which makes people feel peaceful.

Fang Chang walked up, tapped the counter lightly with his middle finger knuckles, then asked with a small smile in a voice that did not affect the people around him:

"Why don't you go to class?"

Lu Shaoyuan, who was burying his head in the books in his hands with a few borrowing records piled up beside him, raised his head immediately when he heard the movement in front of him. Seeing that it was Fang Chang, he was obviously taken aback:

"It's... Mr. Fang? Long time no see, welcome."

Fang Chang nodded as a greeting.

He took out a package of dried fruit from the Western Regions from the package, handed it to Lu Shaoyuan, and then repeated the question.

Lu Shaoyuan took it politely, thanked him and replied:

"We, the master's direct disciples, don't need to go to class, we just need to study according to the tasks given by the teacher."

Le Dong, the steward of the Xingqing Mansion Library who heard the news, also came over and said:

"Junior brother Lu is the closed disciple of the gentlemen, and he will no longer receive personal teachings from now on. He is talented and has a superb memory. In terms of knowledge, he has already surpassed many juniors who entered the school earlier than him. Naturally, he no longer has to go to class like children of the same age."

Pointing to the library where he was, Lu Shaoyuan smiled and said:

"Moreover, this is a good place to learn! There are so many classics, and I can read them at will on weekdays. Being able to do things in this library is really the best job in the world. Sitting in a corner, but you can look around the world, It’s almost a dream job for scholars of my generation.”

There are many more books in the library.

Seeing Fang Chang's gaze, the manager, Le Dong, introduced with some pride:

"There are a lot of people around here who come to borrow books every day. There are also some famous people who donate their books. For this purpose, the library has built a new room to store books. However, the bulk of the expansion of the library is the books that are hand-copied by readers."

"According to the rules of the library, those who can't pay the reading fee only need to use the pen, ink and paper provided by the library to neatly copy a few books for the library. After proofreading and confirming that they are qualified, the borrowing fee can be offset. There are even some families who are not short of money. Yes, and participate in it, and scholars take it as an elegant thing."

"Generally, three or five books will be kept in the library for everyone to borrow, and the excess will be sent to other places-many famous scholars in prefectures and counties have followed the example of Xingqing Prefecture and opened Going to a library will not only benefit Sangzi, but also show that the local culture and education are good, and it is very face-saving to say it."

"These newly-opened libraries are very eager to supplement books, especially the replicas of rare and rare books. After receiving gifts from the library, they often return the gifts. Those who have books will return some books and produce pens, inks and paper. Those who have enough money will give back some consumables, and those who have sufficient funds will give back some money as a thank you ceremony."

"In addition, the library also contacted various places to use money to buy printed copies that are not in the library. The money you left last time, sir, was also used here."

Looking around, many readers are standing or sitting by the table or bookshelf, some are squatting on the ground, some are reading eagerly with the books in their hands, some are sitting at the table and memorizing, and some are just roughly reading. After selection, hold it in your hand and prepare to lend it out to enjoy. Fang Chang smiled and said:

"It's so good, so good."

"Come to the library today, one is to see what it has become, and the other is to sponsor some more."

After that, he stretched out his hand to wrap the parcel behind him, and took out all the things he had obtained in the Western Regions. Before Lu Shaoyuan and Ledong could react, he stuffed them into their hands, and then drifted away.

There was no purpose in donating money, but Chang Fang thought it was a good idea, so he did so.

The school of the two Mr. Jian is the future, and here is the present.

Under the great catastrophe, no matter what you hear or see in the world, most of them are declining and gradually becoming dilapidated. The best thing is to maintain a normal appearance.

Only in this Xingqing Mansion, the luck of the human race is booming, and it has the momentum to drive the surrounding area.

It is really a place where countless merits and virtues gather.

It's good here.

Thinking about it, Fang Chang raised his head to see the warm autumn sun, then tightened his pack on his back, and prepared to find a car and horse to leave Xingqing Fucheng and head west to Huaifeng Mansion.