After being escorted by Master Zhu, Liu Meng quickly pulled Zhao Ping'an aside and asked about the whole story.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still felt incredible.

Liu Meng scratched his head and said, "Grandma, I usually listen to my daughter retelling your story. In addition to being interesting, I just think you have many ideas and clever ideas. I didn't expect that if you come to you with a try-and-see attitude, your performance is so terrifying? Could it be..."

What does it mean is that you understand ghosts and gods?

“…”

It turns out that this is how the encounter with him began. The little girl who listens to stories all day long is his daughter?

This makes sense, and it can be said that I have saved up enough of the free storytelling characters before.

Zhao Ping'an simply said nonsense: "I just like to observe and think. If others have my IQ and have watched more than 3,000 movies, these logic, case, etc., and what your NPC's mentality is, the chance of guessing will be high."

Liu Meng thought about it and confirmed: "Fan Er is a bastard, but he is really right. You can clearly understand ghosts and gods. For example, these words just now must be repeated by retelling the words of lonely ghosts, otherwise how could there be anyone in the Song Dynasty who speaks like this?"

“…”

The rain stopped on the way back.

Liu Meng sighed as he walked, "I, Old Liu, is a rough man. I used to look down on scholars. Grandma, but I was really shocked by you this time. I feel that the young master is really full of everything?"

Zhao Ping'an nodded and said, "Compared with you, I can indeed count as a whole."

Liu Meng hesitated and said, "What are the movies you are talking about? I guess there is no movie in the world, but it is similar to books, right? People say that even if you are a literati at the peak, the problem is that there are no three thousand books in the five cars? Did you learn nine cars?"

Zhao Ping'an said: "If Liu Toutiao has something to say, there is no need to lay the groundwork."

Liu Meng said, "Actually... I am just a daughter, smart and clever. Since I got the teacher's name, I might as well accept her as a student and let her learn more, so that she will not be laughed at in the future."

This is not impossible, but Zhao Ping'an refused first: "Sorry, I haven't learned enough, I don't want to be a teacher for the time being."

"Hmph, I'm afraid I'll lose your money!"

As expected, after rejecting it once, I talked about the monthly fee of one and a half months. It's OK.

Liu Meng said again: "I don't know what is good or what is bad, but you are so smart and outstanding, and don't ask for everything to teach you, and you will definitely teach my little daughter well-educated and well-informed at least to be knowledgeable on the surface, which can scare ordinary scholars."

"Okay, scholar, I really have a lot of knowledge to teach, I promise this. And I'm very good at training the little girl."

Zhao Ping'an felt a little calmer. For the time being, with a job, his income is still good compared to this era...

It was already very late that night, and the lights were still on in the back hall of the county government office.

Lu Shijie, the magistrate of Jinling County, was reading Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower Inscription", but in fact he was waiting for a report.

"County Master..."

Almost at that time, Song Ai Shi came quickly.

Lu Shijie asked in the face: "Did that thief Zhu Jia plead guilty?"

Song Aishi, who was over fifty years old, shook his head: "Refused to plead guilty."

"These evil gentlemen and tyrants have a clever case logic and his wife testify, so he can..."

Lu Shijie couldn't hide his disappointed expression.

But that's all. Song Aisi, who was old in Jinling County, knew that Lu Shijie had been in office for more than two years and could not be considered a first time. However, if a special envoy like him who had been airborne in the imperial court and wanted to do something, he would inevitably have various inexplicable entanglements and conflicts with the local tyrants.

Due to the foundation of Lu Shijie here, many times, they are either undermined or kept in the dark.

In this case of Zhujiazhuang, although the county magistrate and the Zhu family had deep relationships, since Zhang County magistrate went to the scene first, even if he felt something was strange, it would be inconvenient for Lu Shijie to go.

"I know that I can't see anything after I go there. If Zhang Cheng is present, no one will tell the truth to the county. On the contrary, it will cause a lot of interference. So I only ordered Liu Meng to be more sceptical in private."

Lu Shijie muttered to himself as he looked at the candlelight.

Song Aisi said: "It's amazing. Liu Meng, the old man from nowhere, found a scholar, and he sorted out the case in less than half a quarter of an hour. The key is that the scholar also used the women's panic and provoked the law to make Zhu Jia's wife tell the truth."

Lu Shijie said: "It's a pity that even so, it's hard to prove it now. Liu Meng cannot find the actual evidence that Zhu Jia framed Liu Hui for the time being. It is limited to the establishment and constitution. Our county can only investigate the case of a dead person and finally handed over to the State Department for trial and supervision. If this delays for a long time, the variables will be greatly increased."

Seeing that he was a little annoyed, Song Aishi did not dare to answer again.

"If this is true, it is impossible. Since the arrival of this county, there have been many things like this that are kept in the dark. This time I know who is the bad guy, and it doesn't matter if I can convict him."

Lu Shijie thought about it and asked again: "By the way, what is the scholar's name? It's the one Liu Meng looked for to go to the scene."

"Zhao Ping'an."

...

It rained all night, but fortunately it was clear before noon.

Today is the apprenticeship gift from the little daughter of Liu Meng’s family to the scholar next door. Seeing the bright sunshine also came out, it is a good sign.

They rushed to Zhao Ping'an's house, burned incense, put on pillows, and asked Xiao Lingling to kowtow to pay homage to his master. They also ordered that from then on, no one was allowed to tease his master with chicken feathers.

The trouble is a bit troublesome, but this is in ancient times, and it is not ordinary etiquette to be a disciple.

Until the basic courtesy was completed more than half an hour later, they all retreated. Only one little girl was left to serve her.

"Doll, go and fetch water for the teacher."

Zhao Ping'an gave this order first.

"OK."

Xiao Lingling went over and looked at it, and found that the wooden barrel was too high and too big to lift it, so she simply took a scoop to fetch water.

It is estimated that this kid is as clever as Zhao Ping'an when he was a child. Although he couldn't get much water with a scoop, he could let her walk back and forth a few more times, which was considered a physical education class.

"That's it."

After arranging physical education classes, Zhao Ping'an put on a mask and fell asleep on the recliner in the yard.

Until a piece of bird poop fell on the mask, the little bell guarding beside him was very angry and began to throw the birds with small stones.

If the girl really beat the pigeon down for barbecue at night, it would be called lying to win.

But this matter cannot be urgent. She is still young and has very limited ability. She gradually trains and develops her skills. She will still have the chance to become more powerful in time.

"Okay, bell, save some effort, let these pigeons be arrogant first, and watch them in a few years. Now I will tell you the story." Zhao Ping'an said.

"But it is the duty of the bell to take care of the master and not be hit by bird shit." Xiao bell said.

Zhao Ping'an said: "You girl is really so mysterious. Forget it, I plan to help you develop it for a few more years. When your talent is more outstanding, I will teach you real skills."

"What should I do now?" Xiao Lingling asked bit her finger.

Zhao Ping'an dragged her fingers out and took the small handkerchief hanging on her shoulder to wipe her nose. "Now, it is the main thing to listen to stories, so I think it's a Chinese class."

...

After the Chinese class, the girl was looking forward to it. I wonder if there would be martial arts classes and teach the story "Nine Yang Divine Arts" and so on.

"Isn't it a good idea to study with your master, learn and practice..."

Next, Xiao Lingdang felt depressed and thought that his master's teaching style would be stranger than other old masters. It was also a routine after a long time.

But Xiao Lingdang still kept her hands behind her back and said clearly: "Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? People don't know... they don't want to offend the superiors and like to cause trouble. There is no such thing as a gentleman who is responsible for the foundation, and the Tao is born. Those who are filial and brothers..."

"?"

Speaking of "The Analects of Confucius", Zhao Ping'an can't remember much.

I was not catching a cold with the Analects of Confucius. I mainly wanted to integrate into the times and had a sense of ritual, so I shook my head and started with "The Analects of Confucius". How could I think she knew these things?

When she asked her why these things happened, she said that when she passed by, she would recite it occasionally when she heard the old master shake his head a few times.

This is a child prodigy!

But after thinking about it, I felt relieved. The Song Dynasty did love to produce child prodigy, and there were too many, such as Sima Guang, who could smash the jar.

"But I can't write." Xiao Lingling emphasized again.

"No problem, you memorize it, I will write it."

This is just right, so Zhao Ping'an cannot remember the Analects of Confucius. If he asks other people, he will not even know this as a juren. Wouldn't it be embarrassing?
Chapter completed!