When Pearl saw the porridge, she couldn't move and looked at her eyes. Wei Yingluo was actually very hungry. They came out in a hurry yesterday and didn't eat dinner. There were steamed buns in the bag, but they were already hard and hard, and they felt uncomfortable when they touched, let alone bite, and probably they had to jump.

But she is different from Pearl. Pearl is born with a hardship, and eating and clothing is her biggest pursuit. Wei Yingluo is not like this. She has studied, knows etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame, and her self-esteem makes her unable to do anything to ask for food.

She thought she could do it.

Last night, she said that at worst, she really thought that way when she was a beggar. But at this moment, looking at the porridge in the pot, she really couldn't open her mouth.

Wei Yingluo went to pull Zhenzhu's hand and wanted to take her away. She pulled it for a while but didn't pull it, because Zhenzhu's eyes were already straight and she kept swallowing.

The one who was watching the fire next to him was a bricklayer about fifty years old. Among the craftsmen, he was a little foreman, with his surname Dong, and everyone called him "Old Dong". He looked up at the dress of the two girls in front of him. It was obvious that the lady was carrying a maid. Logically speaking, it didn't seem like she couldn't afford to eat. But what happened to this maid, why was she drooling?

This bricklayer is also a hard-working person and knows how hungry hesitated. He said, "If you don't dislike me, have a bowl of girls?"

"Is it really possible?" Zhenzhu moved when she heard the sound, shook Wei Yingluo's hand, leaned over, took the bamboo spoon from Lao Dong like a cooked meal, and said, "Uncle, I won't eat your porridge for nothing, I'll help you. I'm the best at making porridge, so I'll give it to me. You can take a break."

Old Dong couldn't fight for her, so he had to let her work. Wei Yingluo looked at Zhenzhu's incomprehensible appearance and was so angry that she was about to shed tears. She wanted to leave, but after leaving the Wei Mansion, she was the closest person around her. She didn't know what to do if she left Zhenzhu.

But if she was asked to work by the pot like Pearl, she would still be a little embarrassed.

Neither leaving nor staying, Wei Yingluo stood about five meters away from the pearl, looking at her with a gaze. When other bricklayers saw this, they couldn't help but point fingers at her. It was nothing more than guessing where the lady was, and she was hungry and pretending to be airs. Although the sound was not loud, but the distance was so close that Wei Yingluo could still hear one and a half sentences, and her face turned red with shame.

After a while, the porridge was ready. Pearl started to work on her old business, the same place and the same job, but the object changed. She used to share porridge for beggars, but now she is the craftsmen. Pearl does have her own skills in making porridge, and she masters the heat well, at least much better than Lao Dong. Moreover, she is cheerful and willing to work, and her mature personality quickly won the love of craftsmen.

Wei Yingluo looked at her from afar, feeling inferior for no reason and lowered her head.

She originally thought that if she left home and went out to explore, Pearl would be her burden. Now she realized that it was her burden, but Pearl would live well even if she left home.

"Miss," she was thinking about it, and suddenly heard the voice of Pearl in her ear. Wei Yingluo raised her head and saw Pearl holding a clay pot with porridge in it. She handed over a spoon and smiled and said, "Miss, this is the remaining porridge. You eat first, and I will eat the rest."

It turns out that the pearl is for me!

Wei Yingluo's tears suddenly couldn't control it and fell into tears. Pearl was frightened. She grew up with Wei Yingluo since she was a child, and taking care of Wei Yingluo has become her habit. She asked her to eat it first, but Pearl didn't think it was anything, and she didn't understand why Wei Yingluo cried.

She hurriedly put the clay pot on the ground, rolled up her sleeves to wipe Wei Yingluo's tears, and said, "Miss, are you homesick? If you miss homesick, let's go back. If the master punishes you, Pearl will carry you."

Wei Yingluo shook her head and said, "Pearl, you can't go back. But... I have a way to prevent you from suffering. Wait for a while and we'll go."

Pearl blinked her eyes and said in a daze: "Where are we going?"

"You will know later." Wei Yingluo returned the spoon to Pearl and said, "You eat first, I'm not hungry."

"Miss……"

"You eat first!"

"Oh..." Zhenzhu knew Wei Yingluo's temper and was very stubborn. Since she said she would not eat it, she would not eat it first. Zhenzhu had to take the spoon and hold the clay pot and start eating.

Wei Yingluo squatted under the wall, dazed in a daze. Although she had made a decision just now and wanted to ask Li Mu for help, Wei Yingluo still had a hurdle in her heart if she really wanted to do this.

I met Li Mu and saw his arrogance and literary talent. Then, in the corner of heaven and earth, I saw his frivolous Madam Peony, and Li Mu's image suddenly became a disciple. But it was this disciple who was willing to give Xiao Shitou and others steamed buns and help them. Such a caring person should be considered a good person.

But he tied himself to the pillar, and... and tied him up so shamelessly and said such unrestrained words. What exactly did he mean?

Does he like me?

I'll ask him for help, will he help?

He and his father are in the same power. Will his father accept him?

Which girl doesn’t miss the spring, but it’s not time to miss the spring. Wei Yingluo’s heart, before she even noticed it, opened up to Li Mu.

"Here, I bought the newspaper!"

Suddenly, a young craftsman ran into the crowd with a Tang Dynasty Daily in his hand. He handed the Tang Dynasty Daily to the old Dong who had just watched the hot news and said anxiously: "Uncle, look, are there any major issues today?"

"Yes, uncle, we only know a few words about people. Let's see what big things are going to happen today."

"Oh, I... I can't recognize a few words." Old Dong took the newspaper over and seemed not very confident, but the others were illiterate, so he had to bite the bullet and read it.

He opened the newspaper and sighed 'um', 'ah'. The people next to him were extremely anxious. The young craftsman who bought the newspaper was the most anxious and couldn't help but urge: "Uncle, you said you read yesterday, but I just went to buy it this morning. Do you read it, what is it in the newspaper?"

Old Dong smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, I only know three words, which is my name..."

"How can you lie?" The young craftsman immediately stopped doing it and reached out and said, "Give me back the money!"

"Hey... don't worry, I'll go and invite a newspaperman to read for you later, okay?"

When Wei Yingluo heard this, she stood up and walked over, saying, "Uncle, I recognize words, why don't I... let me read it to you."

"You read the newspaper for us?" Old Dong looked at Wei Yingluo, seemed a little hesitant, and said, "Miss, although I don't know what's going on with you, I can see that you are not an ordinary person... How dare we use you to read the newspaper!"

Wei Yingluo smiled slightly and said, "Uncle, I have to repay you for giving us porridge. Come here, I will read it to you."

"This..." Old Dong was still hesitating, and the others couldn't wait. They were illiterate, but their desire for news was the same. When they were in the craftsman's workshop, someone from the Ministry of Works read newspapers at a certain time. Now they came to Guangdefang to work, and it was difficult to find newspaper readers. After finally catching one, how could they let it go? The young craftsman who came back from buying the newspaper took the newspaper from Old Dong, held it with both hands and handed it to Wei Yingluo, with a simple smile on his face: "Girl, please. If you are tired, please look at what the headlines said first."

Wei Yingluo nodded and opened the newspaper. Suddenly her eyes narrowed, and she saw that there was an article on the front page.

The article is not surprising. The Tang Daily reports on national affairs every day. But today's article is a strategy, which discusses the way of being a teacher. According to the signature, it turned out to be written by Li Mu!

He also understands the way of being a teacher?

"Girl, read it?"

"Oh..." Wei Yingluo quickly gathered her spirits and said, "Today's front page headline is the article of Zhuluhou."

"The Marquis' article? Girl, read it quickly! You can read the Marquis' article carefully!"

Hearing this, all the craftsmen were excited as if they were injected with chicken blood. Wei Yingluo looked at these people and felt strange. Is Li Mu so important in their hearts? And this is an article on the way to be a teacher. After reading it, no one in the audience could understand it.

Wei Yingluo cleared her throat and said, "Listen, this article is about the way of being a teacher, and its name is "Talk of the Master".

"In ancient times, scholars must have had a teacher. The teacher was the reason why he preached the Tao and learned the karma and solved the doubts. Who can be without confusion? If he was confused but did not follow the teacher, he would never understand the confusion. He was born before me, and he heard the Tao before me, so he learned it. He was born after me, and he also heard the Tao before me, so I learned it. He was the Tao, and he was the Tao, and he knew the success of the year. Therefore, there was no noble or low, and there was no long or little. The Tao was there, and the teacher was there..."

Wei Yingluo became more and more shocked the more she thought about it. She thought that Li Mu’s strategy as a teacher would make a lot of money. But now after reading the first paragraph, just by these few sentences, you can conclude that Li Mu Ce’s teachings are not inferior to his poems. It is just a matter of reason, without a single nonsense that is piled up with rhetoric!

Before he knew it, Wei Yingluo was in a state of mind and continued to chant: "Alas! The teacher's way has not been passed on for a long time! I want someone..."

"Miss, wait a moment."

"Hmm?" Wei Yingluo raised her head and saw that it was Old Dong who spoke with a blank expression. The others were all the same. She couldn't help but wonder: "Uncle, what's wrong? But can't you hear it clearly?"

"No, I can hear clearly, we all hear clearly, but..." Old Dong rubbed his hands and said a little embarrassedly: "I heard clearly because I heard clearly, but I just don't understand... Girl, okay, can you explain it? What does the Marquis mean?"

"Okay." Wei Yingluo smiled and turned back to start from scratch: "In ancient times, scholars must have teachers. Teachers must be taught, learned, and answered doubts. The meaning of these two sentences is that those who study in ancient times must have teachers. Teachers are those who come to teach principles, teach studies, and answer difficult questions..."
Chapter completed!