Chapter 151: Poor Old Man

Walking in the fields, Fang Xing breathed in the air of early autumn, feeling that even his soul was a little floating.

After the harvest, there were more weeds in the field, and several older children were catching grasshoppers in the field. The caught grasshoppers will use dogtail grass to pierce the back of the grasshopper's neck, making a long string, which can be taken home and fed to chickens.

A passing peasant woman laughed when she saw this scene: "Be careful to offend the God of Locusts, and we will be unlucky next year!"

Seeing Fang wake up, the peasant woman hurriedly covered her mouth, giggling and went home.

Fang Xing dislikes linking natural disasters with gods, and everyone in Fangjiazhuang knows this.

The older children were not afraid when they saw Fang Xing, but Fang Xing didn't bring candy today, so he just smiled and finished.

Da Niu played too crazy with Wanwan yesterday, she had a fever in the morning, Fang Xing drove Xin Lao Qi back.

Walking alone in the land of the Ming Dynasty, Fang Xing felt a little lonely. He thought of Chen Xiao who was far away in Beiping.

"That guy should be flirting with girls!"

Walking to the side of the canal separated from Li's house, Fang Xing saw Li Mao dressed in white, accompanied by two maids.

White clothes fluttering, plain hands add fragrance, this is one of the realms that scholars dream of.

Your father is dead?

Fang Xing slandered Li Mao's white clothes unscrupulously, then turned back.

"It deserves it!"

Li Mao closed the book in his hand, looked at Fang Xing's back and gloated.

"When your book gets out, what His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun has learned will be exposed to the eyes of the world. I'll see what you will do then!"

Fang Xing didn't hear this, otherwise he would have jumped over to argue with that guy.

"Old man?"

After turning around, Fang Xing saw the old man who he thought was looking for a teacher for his descendants.

Is this the second inspection?

As the saying goes, the more you pay attention, the more promising you will be. Fang Xing thought that this time he might be able to get both money and money, so he squeezed out a 'sincere' smile on his face.

With his hands behind his back, the old man squeezed out a 'smile' on his stern face.

"Mr. Fang is indulging in the mountains and fields, why not serve the country?"

Fang Xing is proficient at handling this topic, and he answered without thinking, "Students are stupid and naive, if they enter the officialdom, they will inevitably offend the superior and anger their colleagues, so I still work in the fields and teach a few students in my spare time It's more suitable."

The old man nodded noncommittally, then walked in front with his hands behind his back.

The two big men didn't come last time, which made Fang Xing feel a little strange.

"Hey! Fang Xing, I heard that your textbooks have been lost. People say that you can be a shopkeeper after learning it. What a pity!"

Fang Xing was thinking about how to induce the client to open his mouth, but when he heard the words, he became vicious in an instant, turned his head and gave Li Mao who had jumped into the ditch here, gave the middle finger, and said with his lips: "It's a pity your sister!"

When Li Mao saw Fang Xing's fingers and lips twitching, he knew it was not a good word. He laughed and shouted: "That old man, don't be fooled. I am a new recruit. If you want to study, welcome to come here. I am Lijiazhuang."

Fang Xing really couldn't take it anymore, he rolled up his sleeves, and was about to beat up that bitch even if he lost this client.

"Is he a Juren?"

The old man turned around and looked at Li Mao, who was dressed in white and surrounded by red and green, and asked.

Fang Xing put down his sleeves, pretending to be indifferent and said: "Yes, but he is over 20 years old."

Comparing this age, Fang Xing became a genius, while Li Mao was just mediocre.

The old man shook his head, wondering if the other party was not satisfied with Xing's answer.

Fang Xing gave Li Mao a murderous look, thinking that Lao Qi Xin would touch him at night and throw a cauliflower snake on this guy's bed.

The old man walked very fast, Fang Xing hurriedly chased after him, and decided to make one last test, if it doesn't work, it won't count.

"The old man is looking for a teacher for the descendants of the family?"

The old man hummed,

Fang Xing's eyes lit up, "Hehe! That depends on the future you choose for your children and grandchildren. Is it politics? Or business, or academics?"

The old man stroked his beard and asked, "Could it be that you can choose which one to teach?"

There is a door!

Fang Xing secretly said happily: "If you want to be in politics, then I can only teach some knowledge of the world, let's forget about Confucianism."

The old man's hands trembled, but he didn't say anything.

"If he wants to go into business, then I will teach him the knowledge of the market, so that he can navigate the business world."

"The last thing is to study. I study miscellaneous studies here. After I have learned it thoroughly, I dare not explain the nature of my mind, but I can also get a glimpse of many mysteries in the world."

There was some surprise in the old man's eyes, then he turned around and stood still, fixed his gaze on Fang Xing and asked, "But my family is poor and training is difficult, Mr. Fang is willing?"

At this moment, Fang Xing hated his reaction for being half a beat too late. He hurriedly put away the disappointment on his face, and said righteously: "If you really have the desire to learn, I will teach you without discrimination."

Just as he was speaking, as if to confirm Fang Xing's words, a row of children from the farmer's family carried their schoolbags and walked towards the main house, singing all the way.

"I went to school, the flowers smiled at me, and the little bird said, early morning, why are you carrying a small schoolbag..."

The immature voice interprets this childlike song to make people feel confused.

Looking at the group of little dolls, the old man sighed, probably lamenting the passage of time on him.

Fang Xing felt the strength coming back from the old man, and heard him say: "Let me go back and discuss it."

up to you!

After Fang Xing figured it out, he casually said that he would invite the old man to drink next time.

"I heard that you have good wine here, I can try it next time."

"Old man, how about I send a car to take you home?"

Fang Xing felt that this old man must be a lonely guy, and his descendants were able to let him go out alone, which showed extreme disfilial piety.

The old man shook his head, pointed to the outside of the village and said, "My guards are outside the village."

Fang Xing thought that he didn't want him to see his pitiful side, so he held his arm involuntarily.

The old man's body shook, but he didn't refuse, just listening to Fang Xing nagging.

"Old man, your children and grandchildren have their own blessings, you! Eat as much as you want, and play as much as you want. Don't think about making cattle and horses for your children and grandchildren, let them go their own way."

"Also, have you used the prescription I gave you last time? If you can't find a snake, then I'll make a medicine bar for you directly here."

Fang Xing had seen those lonely old people in his previous life, his lifeless eyes looked like old sheep abandoned in the mountains, and he had no worries about the world.

"Forget it, you go back."

The old man pointed outside and said, "My people are there."

Fang Xing saw that the two big men were not far away last time, so he cupped his hands and said, "Go slowly, old man."

Back home, Fang Xing told Zhang Shuhui about the old man, and sighed: "The old man looks lonely, his descendants are not filial!"

Zhang Shuhui leisurely thought of her own children in the future, and said: "The children and grandchildren are busy. This is a sign of a prosperous family. They cannot be confined at home."

Cruel bitches!

Fang Xing felt that he and Zhang Shuhui would definitely have conflicts about educating children in the future.