dressed as a scholar

The light was turned on early in the room, and Fang Yu couldn't read a book, so he simply got into the soft couch and fell asleep. He actually fell asleep due to the heating. It was more than an hour after he woke up. He hurriedly opened the door and let the servants who were guarding outside into the house.

"My lord, servants, let the young master wash up."

Si Yu brought water and waited according to the time of day, but she stood outside for a quarter of an hour without answering the summons from the house, and the water she brought was cold.

It's not a big deal if the water is cold, she is worried about her little son's body, the injury is still unhealed, how can she bear the torment for so long, she was slightly relieved when Fang Yu opened the door.

"No need, just send the hot water to the house, I will take care of him."

Si Yu frowned, on the contrary, she became more worried: "But this servant has become accustomed to serving the young master, I'm afraid..."

Fang Yu said patiently: "He is tired, you will disturb him if you go in. I have already told him just now, if you don't believe me, call him."

"My lord..." Si Yu cautiously called into the room.

"Go back and rest, you don't have to wait on me."

When Si Yu heard the sleepy reply, she felt relieved and turned her worries into joy. After sending hot water in in a low voice, she bowed to Fang Yu and left.

The house returned to tranquility, Qiao Hezhi opened the curtain and took a look.

Fang Yu was standing at the door of the cleaning room at the moment, seeing a big bucket of hot water, it was a waste to use it, so he took off his shoes and prepared to soak his feet, when he turned his head, he saw Qiao Hezhi sticking out his head from the curtain.

"Are your feet cold? Do you want to come over and soak your feet?"

Qiao Hezhi hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

Fang Yu carried the bucket over, and saw Qiao Hezhi coming out of the curtain, dressed in plain white clothes, with black hair on his back, and a few strands scattered on his chest, elegant and clean like an epiphyllum.

"There's only one bucket in the house, and we'll make do with one."

"The barrel is a bit small, so I'll go clubbing later."

Qiao Hezhi sat on the small bench, watching Fang Yu stuff the big footboard into the bucket so that there was no room for his feet, and the water was still steaming, so he was a little afraid of being scalded.

"You step on my instep, the water will be cold later."

Qiao Hezhi gave Fang Yu a suspicious look.

"Come on." Fang Yu felt that Qiao Hezhi, who had shed his heavy winter coat, was so small that he looked more like a child who hadn't grown up.

Qiao Hezhi rolled up his trousers, tentatively put his feet into the water, stepped on Fang Yu's instep lightly, his skin pressed against each other, and he raised his eyebrows...

It was not yet dawn the next day, and it was foggy and rainy outside the house, and the drizzle shrouded the entire county in gray.

Fang Yu changed his inertia of recuperating from the previous few days and got up early.

He lightly put on the clothes that Xuezhu sent last night, the uniform beige and black-collar uniform of Hude College, and then sat in front of the bronze mirror with his hair curled up, and when he went out, he would wear a black coronet, which is the standard Looks like a scholar.

However, it took a lot of effort to comb his hair. He raised his hands and bowed his head in front of the desk for a long while without combing his hair. His hair, which was originally smooth, was pulled like a poodle.

Just as he was hesitating whether to call Xue Zhu in to help him fix his head, a shadow first appeared in the bronze mirror in front of him: "You are pulling too hard."

Fang Yu turned his head, not knowing when Qiao Hezhi got up: "I'll come."

Fang Yu honestly handed over the wooden comb to the technician. The unclear face in the bronze mirror combed his hair gently and meticulously. It was difficult for him to grasp the scattered strands of hair, but he listened to Qiao Hezhi very much. But in two or three strokes, he stood upright on the back of his head.

"Will it be too tight?"

Fang Yu shook his head left and right, and said with satisfaction: "It's just right."

Qiao Hezhi smiled: "The school uniform is too thin, please wear another one underneath."

Fang Yu stood up: "Don't bother, no matter how much you fold, you won't be as warm as warming yourself by the fire and fleece clothes. Wearing too much will make you bloated and inconvenient."

Qiao Hezhi wanted to persuade him again, but seeing Fang Yu's decision, he had no choice but to withdraw his words.

"There's no delay. I'll go to say hello to my mother and then go to the academy. It's still early, you wake up in the house and don't have to go to say hello to mother for a few days."

Qiao Hezhi nodded.

"Go back to bed and lie down. The carbon in the stove has burned out and the room has cooled down. Don't catch a cold if you wear so little."

Seeing the person return to the other side of the bed, Fang Yu opened the door and went out, just in time to meet Xue Zhu who brought water to wash.

"My lord is ready!" Xue Zhu was startled, and then smiled clearly.

Fang Yu didn't care about the boy's thoughts: "Go to the other side of the study to wash up, and you can go in and add some charcoal to the stove later."

"Yes."

When Fang Yu went to the academy with a time difference of three quarters of an hour, he did not go out in a sedan chair, but walked to the academy.Fang's family is in the east of the city, and the academy is in the north of the city. It took him nearly two quarters of an hour to walk around half the county.

Seeing the bell ringing at the nearby academy, there were still many scholars on the avenue at the entrance of the courtyard, carrying blue cloth bags across their shoulders, filing into the courtyard.

Fang Yu secretly rejoiced that he was not the latest one, took the bookcase from Xue Zhu, and hurried into the door to go to his classroom.

Hande College is the largest college in Yuncheng. It is divided into three parts: lecture hall, dining hall and book house. The lecture hall is the place where the master gives lectures. There are eighteen rooms. It is the dormitory of future generations.

Fang Yu's classroom is the second from the left on the first floor. When he strolled past, he glanced at the window. At this moment, almost everyone in the classroom was full, and everyone was shaking their heads while reading the article. He quickly thought about it. Entering through the front door, I didn't expect to have a friendly face-to-face meeting with Master Zhang standing in the corner.

"Morning sir."

Fang Yu cheekily greeted the old gentleman who raised his brows. He saw that the old man had deep wrinkles between his eyebrows, and at first glance he was a severe person who often frowns.

"It's still early? I'll ring the bell one step later, and I'll give lectures every now and then. If I'm so lazy, why bother to study hard to get a good grade? I'll just go home and plow the land. If there is a next time, I don't have to do fuss in the classroom. It's just at the door." Stand for a day."

Fang Yu thought to himself, "Students will definitely come to the classroom early next time."

Master Zhang De glanced at Fang Yu with piercing eyes, like an eagle flying over his head, sending chills down the spine.

Fang Yu showed no fear at all, but instead smiled and looked back.

Students have been in awe of their teachers since ancient times. They are always respectful and fearful, creating a gully, but Fang Yu is different. He looks at Mr. Master as if he were a colleague. After all, he was one of them before. Who would see a colleague? Will be cowardly.

"Go in and sit down, it's not an example."

Fang Yu cupped his hands: "Thank you, Master."

Zhang Fuzi looked at Fang Yu's back with a trace of sophistication in his eyes.There are 21 scholars in the classroom, and Fang Yu also knows a lot. After all, he has been studying in the academy for three years.

Its articles are not brilliant and not the worst. They are mediocre and not eye-catching, so the number of special praise and pointers is very small. Not every student will give pointers when they have to give pointers, and every time they give pointers The article Fang Yu is almost silent again, his character is submissive, he didn't pay much attention in the past, but today he seems to be a little different when he sees people.

He didn't care much about today's unusualness, so let's attribute it to Fang Yu's leave for many days and seeing something new.

Fang Yu carried the suitcase to the second-to-last row. His position was inside the back door, which was considered a favorite secret corner of the unremarkable underachievers.

The lecture hall is divided into six rows, and there are three or four scholars in each row. In order to encourage students to divide their positions according to their academic performance, Master Zhang is stuck with students like Fang Yu who have been low in the two rounds of provincial examinations and who are not ideal in the daily quiz. , naturally in a corner.

Fang Yu just sat down and rang the bell outside. The memory is clearest in the morning. The master arranged to review and recite the excellent poems and proses of famous people in the world first, and in the afternoon he chose an allusion in Confucianism and wrote an article to hand in.

After arranging the day's study, Mr. Zhang sat on the podium, flipping through the articles while supervising the students in the lecture hall.

Fang Yu flipped through the poems for a while, and his mouth was very dry. There was no tea in the lecture hall. If he kept reading, his voice would become hoarse. I wrote the article by hand.

The master doesn't ask much, just a thousand-character essay. Fang Yu finished writing it only over an hour ago. He put the article aside and finished the hard homework. He handled it flexibly, put An Xin aside, and sneaked out of the bookcase to look through the books.

Yesterday he had an early break, and he hadn't even had time to look at the account book when he got it back. In this privileged position, he couldn't help himself if he didn't touch fish for a while in class.

He went through the accounts of the four shops in his family. At present, the best business is the tea shop, which earned 58 taels last month, followed by the lantern shop. After winter, it gets dark early and bright late. The people's demand for lighting It has grown a lot, and the lantern shop has also taken advantage of it. Last month, it earned 34 taels, except for the other two shops, which earned about the same amount, both in the [-] taels.

Four shops, with a total income of more than one hundred taels a month.

This is already a huge amount of income. Compared with ordinary people, they may not be able to earn so much after a lifetime of hard work.

But Fang Yu is not optimistic. The monthly income of the house is no less than 50 taels. If there are more banquets or going out to eat out more times, then he has to go to 100 taels...

That is to say, the Fang family's income is about the same, and they can live a good life, but the premise is that they don't save money and there are no major incidents in the family.

In the past, Fang Yu saved a lot of money, which was enough for him to toss for two lifetimes, but now, although it is said to be a well-off family, it is only a glamorous and unstable family. If he wants to live comfortably and steadily, he has to find a way to set up a family business.

Those with business status are not allowed to engage in politics, and those with scholar status are also subject to many restrictions on business. Except for the salt and iron businesses monopolized by the imperial court, as well as the purchase of land and Zhuangzi to engage in farming and mulberry, other businesses will be looked down upon as a joke. will be punished by the government.

Take the shop under the name of Fang's family as an example, it must be listed outside, and it cannot be said openly that it is the property of Fang Xiucai Fang Yu.

The government doesn't care about such small shops, even the county magistrate, he can't tell how many shops there are, but the business can't be too big.

Fang Yu thought about it for a while, and he decided to focus on farming and mulberry. He already had ten acres of fertile land under his name, but ten acres was definitely not enough, so he had to find and buy some.

Just thinking about this end, he always felt that there was a pair of vicious eyes staring at him in the classroom...