Lushan School was jointly funded by several gentry from Xiaohe Township, but in the end it became one of the political achievements of Tangyin County. However, this also has benefits. Lushan School thus became one of the eight primary schools affiliated to the county school, transforming into an official school, whereby studying here has connections with the county school.

Unlike the Tang Dynasty, the study style of the Song Dynasty was extremely strong, and Tangyin County had a strong literary style. People with slightly more abundant families in Xiaohe Township sent their children here to study.

The school is divided into three school rooms, large, medium and primary according to the students' academic level, but they are all taught by the same master, and there is only one master in the entire school.

The master was taken from the meaning of "the teacher is like a father", and it was also the respectful title of teachers in the Song Dynasty. The master of Lushan Academy was named Yao and was a juren. He was originally from a juren and originally taught in the county school. Because of his stubborn temper, he quarreled with Xuezheng, who was in charge of education in the county every day. In addition, he was also from Xiaohe Township, so Xuezheng sent him to Lushan Academy to teach.

Yao Ding was about fifty years old and was as thin as he was, but he was extremely energetic. He was also famous for being smart and strict in the county school, and was nicknamed Yao Laoniuer.

At this time, in the teacher's room, Mr. Yao was asking Li Yanqing who had just entered school today.

"What is the name?"

"Student Li Yanqing, from Li Wen Village."

Yao Ding glared at him, "I didn't ask where you are from. What did I ask and what did you answer? Did you hear it?"

"Students heard it!" Li Yanqing lowered his head helplessly.

"Do you have any words?"

"not yet."

"Well! This is not urgent. You can get it before the age of twenty. I'll ask you, why do you want to come to school to study?"

This is what every child has to ask when entering school. Each child has different realms and answers. Most of them are influenced by their parents. They have to be named as a official and become rich, etc. There are also a very small number of children with high realms who will answer that they will study to serve their country in order to be loyal to the emperor and the country.

But he himself didn't understand why Li Yanqing wanted to study. He was extremely resentful of the imperial examinations and did not want to be a gold medal at all. It was a bit tempting to make money when he became an official. But when he thought that the iron hoof of the Jin soldiers would sweep the north fifteen years later, he had no idea.

"I want to read more books!" This is also a reason! Reading itself is a great pleasure.

Perhaps it was the first time Yao Ding heard such an answer. He tilted his head and looked at Li Yanqing for a long time. He became a little interested in the child and asked again: "Have you ever read a book?"

"I have read a few books at home."

"Go! Silence a piece of the Analects of Confucius."

Li Yanqing had already discovered that this teacher's rigor was not kicking himself directly to the elementary school room just because he was only six years old, but instead teaching students according to their aptitude and first of all, the entrance exam was required.

There was a table and paper and pen next to it. Li Yanqing sat down at the front of the table and asked, "Which article does Master want me to silence?"

Yao Ding was stunned, "Which article can you silence?"

"Students can be silent."

Yao Ding was surprised that he could even recite it. He would have to take the exam carefully another day. He stroked his beard and said, "Then just silently read Gongye's long article!"

Li Yanqing picked up the pen and wrote: Zi said to Gongye Chang: "It's a wife. Even if it's in a siege, it's not his crime. "It's because his son's wife."

The son said to Nanrong: "The country has its own way, but it will not be abandoned; the country has no way, so it will be free from punishment and killing." He was given his brother's son's wife.

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Yao Ding stood beside him and looked at his silent scriptures, and couldn't help but nodded secretly. This child wrote well and could write the full Analects of Confucius at the age of six. It was obvious that he had a deep understanding of his family.

Thinking of homeschooling, Yao Ding asked again with a smile: "Yanqing, who is your father?"

"My father's name is Daqi, and he is from the Li clan."

When he heard that it was Li Daqi's son, Yao Ding's face suddenly sank. "Bang!" he put his legs together and walked away. When he reached the door, he said coldly: "You go to the middle school room to study!"

Li Yanqing was inexplicably surprised. Has his father offended him? He showed his face to himself on the first day when he met. He was displeased and walked into the middle school room next door with a cold face.

Yao Ding looked at his back and snorted coldly.

The middle school rooms are basically students aged eight to ten, with about thirty or forty people. The rooms are very large and do not seem crowded.

At this time, the master was teaching students in the elementary school room to study, while the students in the middle school room were writing and silent scriptures. Although the school room was very quiet, the students had many small movements, such as those who made faces, wrote notes, and those who fought with fists, fighting grass and crickets. There were only a very small number of students who were really calm in writing.

It’s no wonder that one class lasts one morning, how can these boys who are naturally active be able to hold it in?

Li Yanqing walked into the room and saw Li Er wavering to him desperately and pointing to an empty seat next to him.

Li Yanqing walked to the empty seat and sat down. He looked at him with countless eyes, "Ha! Another idiot from Li Wen Village came." Someone screamed strangely and burst into laughter.

At this moment, a heavy cough came from outside the door, and the school room suddenly became silent, and every child began to pretend to write.

I saw their teacher walking in a square step, carrying a cloth bag in his hand. He walked directly to Li Yanqing and put the cloth bag on his desk. "Your things are all inside, the hundred families and the Qianziwen Primary School room has learned it. Now I am teaching Gongye's long article in "The Analects of Confucius". Although you have already learned it, I still follow my rules. Today, I am silent about Gongye's long articles a hundred times, and my handwriting has been changed. If it is not correct, I will hand it over tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Yao Ding swung the bamboo whip and whipped a student next to him. He just screamed strangely, which caused a burst of laughter.

After whipping hard, Yao Ding turned around and glared at the students, "If I hear the noise again, no one will go back tonight."

The students were silent, and no one dared to look up again. Yao Ding turned around and went to the next door. The student who had just been beaten viciously drew a cow on an empty piece of paper, and a bloody sword was inserted into the cow.

Li Yanqing opened his schoolbag, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and a thin book of "The Analects of Confucius". Yesterday, Butler Yang had already paid him ten cents of money. This was his textbook and school aids for the next five years, but ten cents of money were obviously not enough. However, since it was an official school, the insufficient part would be borne by the county.

The primary school has to study for five to seven years, and then each family will consider their future by looking at their children's academic performance. They are not a good job of studying and go home to farm. They are wealthy and do not need the little labor. They spend money to study in the county.

If you are poor and have successful studies, you can take the county school exam. Once you pass the exam, you can go to the county school to study. You will receive a county school subsidy of one liter and four meter per day. You can also be considered a student in the Song Dynasty.

Of course, there were no students in the Song Dynasty. All the finances of each prefecture and county were paid. They were all so poor that they had no money and grain to subsidize students. It was just because Tangyin was a large grain-producing county, and there was a little surplus grain and a strong academic style, so they could give poor students some subsidies. The court would not object to such a matter of education, so they turned a blind eye.

But now there is no need to think about things that have been so long. Seeing that there was a small bucket of clear water on the aisle, Li Yanqing went forward and scooped some water into the inkstone with a wooden spoon, sat down and grind the ink slowly.

At this time, Li Er wrote a note and threw it on his desk, and saw it saying, "Beware of the mighty king's threat."

Li Yanqing couldn't help but laugh.

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There was half an hour off at noon. The students living in the town went home, while the rest gathered together in groups of three or three to chat and play. Many children even brought snacks for lunch.

Li Yanqing kept two steamed buns in the morning and waited for noon to fill his stomach. At this time, he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. He just wanted to find a quiet place to chew on his steamed buns, but Li Er followed him like a follower.

Li Yanqing climbed up to the wall, and Li Er also climbed up, sat beside him, took out a piece of leftover pancake from the oil-paper bag and handed it to Li Yanqing, "Eat this one of mine, there is meat."

Li Yanqing took it and ate it for a few bites. It turned out to be made of onion and lamb, but it was a bit salty. It was probably made of cured meat, but it was still very delicious. Seeing that he was delicious, Li Er handed him another piece, but Li Yanqing didn't want it anymore. Just try it, and eat too much will spoil his stomach.

Li Yanqing ate a bite of the steamed bun and asked again: "Why didn't you see your master at noon?"

Li Er curled his lips, "The old cow has to sleep when he eats his grass. The nap time cannot be shaken. Even if he throws a firecracker next to his bed, he will not wake up."

At this moment, Li San ran over in a panic, "Brother Qing, Wang Gui and Tang Huai are here to cause trouble for you."
Chapter completed!