In April, the flowers bloom until the sky is full of flowers. The green grass is green and the flowers are blooming. Jiang Anyi rides charcoal all the way, as if walking in a picture scroll.

The Xiushui River flowed here and was blocked by Cangshan Mountain. He turned a corner and continued to move south. He left a fertile open land at the foot of Cangshan Mountain. More than a thousand years ago, someone lived near the water and formed a village. The neighboring village in front of him was the neighboring village. Jiang Anyi rode on the charcoal and looked around. The farmers were working in the fields. The sound of chickens and dogs came faintly, and it was such a paradise.

He politely declined the proposal that Chief Shao would bring him in person. The academy was in a little uncertain and the chief still needed to take charge. With a letter, Jiang Anyi quickly came to Jinshui Village, Fuyang County, where Mr. Fan's seclusion was in high spirits and came to visit the wise master excitedly.

The road to the village is lined with vegetable fields, growing beans in April. Looking at the busy farmers in the fields, Jiang Anyi felt very friendly. He was also growing beans in the fields at this time a few years ago. The country road was narrow, and Jiang Anyi led his horse to walk. If he hit the old man opposite, and the old man was Mr. Fan, wouldn’t everything be stopped?

An old man in front came with a hoe, his face was red. Jiang Anyi saw that the old man looked like Mr. Fan, and hurriedly stood sideways and waited with breath. The old man saw Jiang Anyi wearing a Confucian shirt, respectfully, and said, "The Confucian son can teach him." Jiang Anyi was happy. This old man spoke well, could it be Mr. Fan?

Just as I was about to ask questions, the old man stood up with his eyebrows and shouted, "You stupid horse, you chewed my bean seedlings, and I won't break your horse's legs."

Jiang Anyi looked back quickly, but the charcoal sticks out and chewed them in the field, which had already harmed many bean seedlings. Jiang Anyi hurriedly said, "Don't be upset, elders, I'm willing to pay for it." As he said that, he took out a string of copper coins from his arms and handed them to the old man.

A few bean seedlings were worth a few cents, and there were at least 30 pieces of money. The old man suddenly turned anger into joy and said repeatedly: "I am greedy for money." He put the copper coins in his arms without hesitation.

Mr. Fan would never be moved by dozens of coins of copper coins. Jiang Anyi was a little discouraged and said, "Do you dare to ask the elder, do you know where Mr. Fan Yan lived?"

"Old Man Fan, you are looking for that lunatic, I don't know." When the old man heard Jiang Anyi looking for Mr. Fan, his face turned from sunny to dark, he directly carried a hoe and entered the field, and ignored Jiang Anyi.

Jiang Anyi's heart sank, madman, how could this title have a relationship with Mr. Fan? Did the old man misunderstand the person he was looking for? Jiang Anyi felt a bad feeling in his heart. He led the horse and continued to walk towards the village. The old man's voice came from behind: "There is a big locust tree in front of the door, which is Old Man Fan's home, be careful."

There was a big locust tree in front of the door, which was easy to find in the house. Jiang Anyi led his horse next to the tree and came to the door and knocked on the door. Footsteps sounded in the courtyard. The gate of the courtyard opened, and a young man asked with a smile: "Who are you looking for, this scholar?"

"Is this Mr. Fan Yanzhong's home? The young student Jiang Anyi, recommended by Deng Shanzhun, Meng Zechang Academy, came to visit Mr. Fan." Jiang Anyi said as he took out Deng Shanzhun's letter from his arms and handed it to the young man.

The young man frowned, thought for a moment, and replied, "My father is at home, my little brother is in the yard for a while, please let me inform you."

Time was not short, so the young man hurriedly walked out and bowed: "I'm sorry, my brother, wait for a long time, my father asked you to meet me."

Jiang Anyi brushed away the dust, tidied up his clothes, and followed the young man in. This is a common farmyard, divided into two rows in front and back. There are many fruit trees planted in the yard. The flowering period has passed, and green fruits emerged among the leaves. The young man led the way forward and said in a low voice: "Little brother, my father has a bad temper. If there is any collision, please take care of him."

An ominous premonition emerged again, and Jiang Anyi remembered Mr. Deng Shan’s evaluation of Mr. Fan: he was arrogant and upright, not arbitrary, honest and self-confident. Mr. Deng Shan did not mention Mr. Fan’s bad temper. However, Mr. Fan, whom Deng Shan knew, was Mr. Fan five years ago, and Mr. Fan now has a temper?

Uneasy, when he came to the main house, Jiang Anyi saw an old man sitting on the chair opposite the door, with red cheeks, chaotic hair and hair, sharp eyes, and a green bamboo stick next to the seat. This is Mr. Fan. Jiang Anyi bowed deeply and said, "Student Jiang Anyi, pay homage to Mr. Fan."

After not responding for a long time, I finally heard a humming sound. The young man beside me hurriedly said to Jiang Anyi: "Little brother, please sit down." He pulled Jiang Anyi to sit down on the chair next to him, and accompanied him next to him.

There was no expression on Mr. Fan's face, and Jiang Anyi's heart was pounding. This was a little different from the expected scene. If he had known it, Deng Shan would have grown up together.

After a while, Mr. Fan said, "I promised Deng Haonan to help him once, but he forced me to repay the favor."

His voice was dull and dry, and his tone was sarcastic. Jiang Anyi didn't know how to answer, so he had to remain silent. The room calmed down again. Suddenly, a small head stuck out from the door of the side room and quickly glanced into the room.

"Zhichang." Mr. Fan shouted angrily.

The little head walked into the house with a dejected look, bowed to Mr. Fan, and called out "Grandpa" with a bitter face.

"I've finished memorizing Zi Zhang's chapter?"

"It's almost done."

"Do you know how to say it?"

The child glanced at the young man and said, "My father was telling his grandson that the guest stopped when he came."

It turned out that he, an uninvited guest, disturbed the teaching between father and son. Jiang Anyi looked at the child apologetically. Somehow, he remembered the scene when his father explained the Master's Word to him when he was so old.

A "bang" sound scared everyone. Mr. Fan picked up the bamboo stick, knocked heavily on the ground, and shouted: "Why don't you go and teach Zhichang quickly, what are you doing here?"

The young man had to get up, looked at Jiang Anyi apologetically, and said, "What my father taught me is that the child will go now." As he said that, he pulled the child into the side room.

Jiang Anyi was shocked. Is this the legendary admired Mr. Fan? No wonder the old man on the road called him a madman. Ordinary people did not have such hospitality rituals, let alone Mr. Fan is a contemporary scholar.

Fan Yan slapped his nose and gasped for a long time, pushed the letter on the table with his hand, and said, "I know what Deng Haonan means. He wants me to accept you as his disciple, but I have already vowed not to accept you again, so I will not mention this matter again."

Jiang Anyi was stunned. When he came into the door, he only asked hello. All the situations he thought about came in use, and hope was shattered directly. Silence, embarrassing silence. Jiang Anyi's heart kept sinking, and it turned out that all the self-righteous soaring soaring was actually falling down.

After looking at Jiang Anyi who was stunned, Fan Yanzhong frowned and said, "I have never owe anyone favors in my life. I will naturally have to pay him back the favors I owe Deng Haonan. In this way, I will teach my son the master's foundation. You might as well listen. How much you can learn depends on your own luck."

Without waiting for Jiang Anyi to respond, Fan Yanzhong stood up and shouted loudly: "Shiben, Shiben."

The young man ran out of the side room, and Fan Yanzhong ordered: "Take this kid to the guest room and I'll go outside to relax." After that, he left on his own with a stick.

The young man kept listening to the movement in the side room, looking at Jiang Anyi and laughing: "It seems that my father has accepted Brother Jiang. Come with me, and I will take you to where you live."

Jiang Anyi smiled bitterly, and this was acceptable. The situation was similar to listening to Yu's mansion at the beginning, but Mr. Fan was much more powerful than Master Yu. Of course, Master Fan was much more agitated than the Four Show of the Yu family.

Mr. Fan was very talkative and kept laughing all the way, "My father returned home after he was sick two years ago, but he was actually forced to resign from his post and go home. After he got home, his father fell ill and became irritable after he recovered from the illness. The doctor said that his heart was too strong and he should calm his heart down. So he bought a house here to let his father rest, but unfortunately he didn't have much effect."

Fan Shiben sighed as he said, and Jiang Anyi suddenly realized that I said why Mr. Fan is so different from the legendary one. It turns out that he is sick, no wonder. Jiang Anyi asked, "Have you ever found a good recipe?"

"Oh, I prescribed a lot of prescriptions, but my father just refused to use the medicine, saying that he was a heart disease and had no medicine to cure."

The residence is very simple, very similar to the huts in Jiang Anyi before. Fan Shiben said embarrassedly: "There are few visitors at home, so it's too simple. Don't blame Brother Jiang. I'll call you when my father teaches."

Soon, Jiang Anyi appreciated the "style" of Fan Yanzhong's teaching.

This morning on the next day, Fan Yanzhong gave a lecture on "ritual", which is different from Yu Zhijie's extensive quotes. Fan Yanzhong's lecture was concise and pointed to the core. The teaching method was like a cook Ding cut a cow, and it was broken down into two parts. However, how to use the knife and how to use force, the allusions involved were not explained in words. Jiang Anyi asked himself that he had read a lot of books when he was in the academy, but only understood half of the lesson in half an hour.

Obviously, Mr. Fan had expected it, and after asking a few things he didn't understand, Fan Yanzhong became impatient and shouted, "Silly, I have to ask such a simple question, go back and read...", and published a long list of titles, and then left. Jiang Anyi had a good memory and could basically remember it. After a few words with Mr. Fan, they went to the study to find a book.

Three days later, Fan Yanzhong started the lecture again and asked a few questions from the last lecture. During this period, Fan Shiben and Jiang Anyi were not lazy. They had read all the books they should read. Both of them had good memory and answered the questions they asked.

Fan Yanzhong continued to speak, and after finishing the lecture, he threw down a string of titles. In this way, under the pressure of Fan Yanzhong, Jiang Anyi quickly studied a lot. After half a month, he actually read more books than in a month at Zechang Academy.

The Fan Mansion is not in Jinshui Village. Every six months, Fan Shiben would take his son back to Fuyang County to reunite with his family for two days. Fan Yanzhong did not go back. At this time, except for Fan Yanzhong and Jiang Anyi, there were only two old servants left in Jinshui Village to take care of their daily life.

On the evening of the 22nd, the weather was good, and Fan Yan's central situation was also good. He asked Jiang Anyi to carry a fishing rod on his shoulder and hang a fish basket on his waist. He wanted to go fishing by Yunshui Pond.
Chapter completed!