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"Uncle Fifteen, are we going to sue?" a schoolchild asked.This fellow is also quite old, he is Fei Ruhe's uncle.

Fei Yuanjian said, "What kind of hero is a complaint?"

His book boy asked, "That's how to endure it?"

Fei Yuanjian thought for a while: "Let's find someone to vent your anger first!"

There is a small stream a mile away from the private school. After school, Xu Ying often practices writing here.

He hasn't been admitted to Tongsheng yet, so he can't get financial support, and he has to pay for the pen, ink, paper and inkstone at home.This is unbearable, so I use a branch as a pen and a small creek mudflat as a paper, and practice calligraphy here every day.

Kaimeng reading is considered a schoolchild, and if he passes the first two levels of the boy's test, he can be promoted to a boy's student, and he has the qualification to be a scholar.

Xu Ying was relatively late, and if she wanted to become a Tongsheng, she would have to work hard for at least another year and a half.

Holding a branch in her hand, Xu Ying sat cross-legged by the stream, practicing her small calligraphy stroke by stroke.

"Hit him!"

Suddenly there was a shout from behind, so scared that Xu Ying hurriedly dropped the branch, hugged the rag schoolbag tightly, and then lay on the ground waiting to be beaten.

In fact, in recent days, he has rarely been beaten.

Because he didn't fight back, it was not interesting to fight, Fei Yuanjian was looking for another target.

But today Fei Yuanjian is very aggrieved, and he has to find someone to vent his anger. Xu Ying is a perfect venting bag.

After a while of punching and kicking, Xu Ying endured the pain and didn't cry out. She just hoped to end the beating as soon as possible, and then hurry up and continue to practice calligraphy.

"Drag his schoolbag out!" Fei Yuanjian shouted.

Xu Ying finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted in horror: "Don't grab my schoolbag, you hit me, you hit me!" She cried, "Please hit me quickly, don't grab my schoolbag. woohoo, hit me now..."

All the schoolchildren ignored it, some pulled Xu Ying's arms away, and some took the opportunity to grab their schoolbags.

Fei Yuanjian emptied all the items in the schoolbag, picked up a pebble-ground inkstone, and sneered, "What kind of broken stone? Don't even give it to me, I will throw it for you and replace it with a new one."

Pfft!

The inkstone was thrown into the creek.

Xu Ying wanted to rush out to pick it up, but was held down by the schoolchildren.

Fei Yuanjian picked up the "Annotations of the Four Books" again, flipped through it, and threw it into the water, and said with a smile, "Mr. praised you as a prodigy. I think you are a prodigy. How can you go to class without books!"

"my book!"

Xu Ying suddenly roared, and without knowing where the strength came from, the four of them didn't hold him down, and even jumped into the creek and picked up the textbook floating on the water.

Ancient books are also classified into grades. This one is the most inferior privately printed movable type. When I first bought it, there were many ambiguities.

Now that you are soaked in the stream water, you are immediately finished.

Xu Ying picked up the "Annotations of the Four Books", returned to the cobblestone inkstone, and waded to the other side of the stream to check.

Opening the pages one by one, Xu Ying burst into tears. His books and ink ingots were all bought from old hens sold at home!

Fei Yuanjian was quite proud of his unlovable appearance, his depression was swept away, and he led his followers to play with laughter.

In the afternoon, class.

Pang Chunlai frowned at the empty seat and asked a farmer's son, "Why didn't Xu Ying come?"

There are also many types of farmers.

There are poor peasants, rich peasants, tenant peasants, and even rich peasants!

Hao-ten means that the tenants cling to the big family, get a lot of land (permanent tenant rights), and then recruit long-term and short-term workers to cultivate.They fawned over the gentry and exploited the tenant farmers, and their methods were more ruthless than most of the tyrants, because they would definitely lose money if they didn't squeeze them hard.

The farmer in front of him is a large tenant farmer who is attached to Fei's family.The goal of his studies was not the imperial examination, but to have a good relationship with the young master of the Fei family, so he has been serving as Fei Yuanjian's follower.

"Sir, I don't know." Nongjiazi lowered his head and replied with a guilty conscience.

Pang Chunlai asked, "You are in the same village as Xu Ying, how could you not know?"

The farmer buried his head lower: "I really don't know."

Pang Chunlai realized that something was wrong. Even if she had a minor illness, Xu Ying had to keep going to school, not to mention that she was still there in the morning, why did she disappear in the afternoon?

"Who is going to find Xu Ying?" Pang Chunlai asked.

"Sir, I'll go!"

As long as it wasn't Fei Yuanjian's follower, they all raised their hands to sign up, and Fei Ruhe even stood up directly.

It's fake to look for someone, and it's real to wander around the mountains, as long as you don't stay in the classroom.

Pang Chunlai closed his eyes, held the ruler and said, "All of you will go."

Most of the classroom was instantly empty, leaving only Fei Yuanjian and his little brother.

Pang Chunlai asked, "Why don't you go?"

"Ah?" Fei Yuanjian was a little panicked, and stood up quickly, "Go, go, I'll go."

Fei Ruhe is like a bird out of its cage, happily wandering around the mountains.

Zhao Han asked, "Where does Xu Ying usually go?"

"How do I know? I'm not his father?" Fei Ruhe said with a smile.

Zhao Han thought for a while: "Go to his house first."

Fei Chun interjected, "I know where his house is."

After walking for about a quarter and a half, Zhao Han came to the village at the foot of the mountain.

Fei Chun pointed forward: "Crossing this small bamboo forest, and walking a few dozen steps is Xu Ying's house."

The three entered the forest and suddenly heard a noise.

In the past, I saw that it was a farmer digging a hole with a bamboo basket beside him.

Zhao Han walked over and asked, "This fellow, have you seen Xu Ying?"

The peasant turned around abruptly, and seeing that they were three children, he continued to dig a hole and said in a low voice, "I didn't see it."

"Zhao Han, let's go, what are you doing?" Fei Ruhe urged.

Fei Chun also asked, "What happened to my brother?"

Zhao Han looked at the bamboo basket, trembling all over, and finally chose to leave silently.

Inside the bamboo basket was the corpse of a baby. Although it was covered with rags, there were faintly bruised handprints on the neck.

If you have children, you can't live, you can only strangle to death, and bury them...

This is the prosperous south of the Yangtze River, and this year the lead mountain has been blessed with good weather!

Chapter 032 [Crazy]

Although it is early winter, the sun is warm today, but it does not seem cold.

The breeze blew into the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound, as if playing the wonderful notes of nature.

Such weather, such a scenery, should have been a fresh and idyllic poem.But Zhao Han seemed to see a picture of a ghost and mythical creature, with flesh and blood stumps all over the place, evil ghosts showing their teeth and claws, and Yaksha circling and laughing in the sky.

It seemed that he had returned to the outside of Tianjin City again. Zhao Han took his sister's hand and walked past countless terrifying eyes.

Perhaps it was because of the carefree food and clothing these days, Zhao Han almost forgot the suffering of that day.He forgot that he was in the south of Tianjin City, where he caught a glimpse of someone exchanging corpses of children, and saw someone cooking soup with bones as firewood.

When he came to Lead Mountain, Zhao Han could vaguely guess that the people at the bottom of the town were not having a good time.

But the prosperous and prosperous town, the fields with abundant grain harvest, and the academy in the paradise all put a veil on the reality.No one was willing to uncover the hidden ugliness, and Zhao Han was no exception, because it was really unacceptable.

If this continues, Zhao Han will probably be domesticated, a domestication that he can't even notice.

I think life is fine until disaster strikes one day.

Get used to it?

Do not!

It shouldn't be!

"Master, brother, this is the place."

Zhao Han was suddenly awakened.

At some point, they had left the bamboo forest, and Fei Chun raised his finger and pointed to a few earthen houses.

The walls are rammed with soil, and bamboo strips are sandwiched in the walls, similar to the role of steel bars.At the same time, it is also mixed with straw, which can isolate the temperature to a limited extent, so as to obtain the effect of warm in winter and cool in summer.

The roof is a grass roof, and it has to be repaired for a period of time, otherwise it will definitely leak.

A woman is drying bamboo leaves, which are very high-quality fire materials.Bamboo leaves fall automatically every day, so you have to hurry to collect them, and those who get them from other places may fight.

"Excuse me, is Xu Ying at home?" Zhao Han asked.

The woman was obviously wrong, her face turned pale in an instant, and she held a bamboo rake and said, "He... did he cause trouble in the academy?"

Fei Ruhe said, "Xu Ying this afternoon..."

"No trouble," Zhao Han interrupted Fei Ruhe immediately and smiled, "We are Xu Ying's classmates, we skipped class and came out to play everywhere."

The woman suddenly relaxed and became enthusiastic: "Three young masters, come and sit at home, I will pour water for you!"

"There is Aunt Lao." Zhao Han said.

The woman looked like she was 40 years old, or 50 years old, and it was impossible to accurately observe her age.

A two- or three-year-old baby with a long snot was lying at the door peeking at them.The snot flowed to the upper lip, and it was sucked back and protruded from the nostrils again, finding its own path to flow again.

Zhao Han kicked away a group of bamboo leaves, and there were many words written on the soil, which should have been written by Xu Ying——

The Master said: The three armies can be taken away in command, but the common man cannot take away his will.

The Master said: "The clothes are dirty and the robes stand with the fox and the raccoon dog, and the person who is not ashamed, what is the reason?"Don't ask, why don't you ask...

"Let's go." Zhao Han turned and left.

They all disappeared without a trace, and the woman finally came out with the water.

She carried a kettle in her left hand and three clay bowls in her right hand, which were the ones with the fewest gaps in the family.And it has been cleaned several times just now, so be sure to keep it clean, so as not to attract the disgust of your son and classmates.

……

Fei Yuanjian became more and more flustered the more he thought about it at this moment, and his mind was full of images of himself being hanged up and beaten.

Bullying classmates is nothing, just a poor peasant.

The biggest mistake he made was not tossing the book into the water.This kind of behavior is no different from bullying the master and destroying the ancestors in the Fei clan in Qianshan!

He brought his attendant to the stream and found that Xu Ying was still in place.

The farmer was sitting on a squat, his pants and shoes were wet from the stream.Holding the cobblestone inkstone in both hands, he stared blankly at the destroyed book, his eyes were dull, and he muttered to himself, not knowing what he was muttering.

Fei Yuanjian got closer and finally heard the content clearly. It turned out that Xu Ying was reciting the "Analects of Confucius", and he was reciting it together with Zhu Xi's comments.

It's been over half an hour.

When all the school children came to Xu Ying, he still kept reciting, without looking at others, as if he was isolated from the world.

"Isn't this guy stupid?" said a schoolboy.

"I look like it."

"Hey, Xu Ying, sir, let's find you back to study!"

"It's so stupid, he doesn't care what he says."

"Would you like to slap him? I heard that he has a delusional disorder, and he can wake up with a slap."

"I'm going to hit you."

"Why should I fight?"

"..."

The students who were bullied arbitrarily at ordinary times, no one dared to touch him at this moment, and only kept walking around him to check.

Fei Yuanjian finally couldn't bear it anymore, kicked the water-soaked book away, and shouted, "Don't pretend to be crazy anymore, just say a few words!"

This move had an effect.

Xu Ying, who was originally staring at the book, slowly raised her head to look at Fei Yuanjian because the book was kicked away, and her reciting voice became louder: "The Master said: 'Bang has a way, dangerous words and dangerous actions; state has no way, Dangerous behavior speaks to the grandson. 'Xing, Sun, and go to the sound. Dangerous, high and solemn. Sun, humble and humble..."