The birds cry in the morning woke Li Qing up. He lay on the snow-white quilt and opened his swollen eyes slightly. Yesterday he fought with the mad dog and was almost bitten. Fortunately, the housekeeper brought people to him, so he beat the dog to death. Then he persuaded the housekeeper to kill all the dogs in the mansion. As long as there was a mad dog, how could he not be infected by biting and fighting all day long? Although he didn't know what rabies is, he was bitten and killed by the mad dog, which is common sense.

He was busy until midnight and couldn't sleep hard, but he was thinking for a long time. Those who learned accounting could not make any glass and cement, but he knew some common sense. Can he make money on them? He kept to the third update and still had no clue, so he fell asleep.

A slight footsteps came from the yard. It was Xiaoyu who got up. Thinking of this maid, Li Qing couldn't help but feel a little respect. Yesterday the evil dog bit his clothes and was about to bite his arm. The girl rushed up without fear, hit the dog's head with a broom, and even poked its eyes blinded with a bamboo strip. The weak woman burst out and was so brave.

He was embarrassed to stay in bed, and he was going to see his husband today! Li Qing opened the window and a golden sunlight splashed in. As soon as the sun showed his face from Dongshan, it shot out golden light, as if laughing loudly, despising the vulnerable layer of the faint mist. There was no cloud in the blue sky, which showed its depth and boundlessness.

Li Qing took a deep breath, the air was cold and fresh. When the courtyard door was pushed open, he saw a sweet smile. "Good morning! Xiaoyu." Looking at this smile, Li Qing's mood became extremely relaxed and wonderful.

"Good morning! Young Master" she walked into the house quickly, took out a few plates of thin spots from the food box, and quickly brought out a bowl of thick rice porridge. It might be very hot, so she put down the bowl and blew her hands straight.

Li Qing looked at the delicate spots. One plate was osmanthus sponge cake, the other plate was crystal dumplings, exquisite and transparent, with all kinds of them, and a plate of salt-grained thin bamboo shoots.

"You sit down and eat together!" Li Qing pulled a chair and asked her to sit down.

"No! I'll eat later." Xiaoyu was startled and waved her hands repeatedly. Although the two of them had a lot closer after yesterday's incident, she was a maid and had a huge disparity in her identities. How could she have a meal with her master at the same table?

"I know you have strict rules, but I am not from your Xianyu Mansion. What's the matter? After I finish eating, you have to pack up your food. This is a long-lasting thing, and time is gone."

But Xiaoyu just shook her head and smiled, refusing to sit down. Seeing that she was advised not to move again and again, Li Qing couldn't hold her face in a slap. She slapped the table and said annoyedly: "Is it useless to speak at all? If you don't sit down, I will ask the housekeeper to change."

Xiaoyu had no choice but to sit next to the chair, took out a small bowl from the food box, scooped up some porridge, picked up another piece of sponge cake, put it in her mouth and bit it.

Li Qing was overjoyed and said, "That's right. We will have lunch and dinner together in the future. When I don't like it the most, someone is watching from the side. It's really uncomfortable!"

Xiaoyu did not respond and was still chewing the piece of sponge cake carefully. Her parents were slaves in this mansion. According to the Tang Dynasty's law, she was born as a slave to her master, just like the flowers, plants, mountains and rocks in the mansion, just an item. The masters never regarded her as a human being, but this person seemed a little different. Yesterday he encountered an evil dog, and he protected himself with his body to block the bite of the evil dog.

Although she was grateful, she was fourteen years old and had her first time having dinner with the person she served. She was more worried and uncomfortable, which really made her restless, so she had no intention of having a meal.

"I've eaten!"

She became more and more frightened, feeling that she was deviating from the rules of the master. If the butler saw it, she would never have the heart to eat anymore. She lowered her head and ran out hurriedly. Li Qing looked at her back in surprise. The bowl of white porridge on the table was still not moving, and suddenly she felt that she was really a little erratic.

After breakfast, Li Qing cleaned up and went to the library. He passed by yesterday and still remembered the place. As soon as he approached the museum, he heard an old voice: "Someone said: How to repay grievances with virtue? The Master said: How to repay kindness? Complaint with straightness, repay kindness with virtue...."

Then a clear voice from a child came: "Someone said: How about repaying grievances with virtue? Confucius said: How to repay kindness? Complaint with straightforwardness and repay kindness with virtue."

Li Qing was extremely surprised. He was thinking about these words a few days ago, but coincidentally he heard it today. When he walked through the window, he looked inside. This was the private school of Xianyu family, and the children from the main tutors, but there were also some children from other surnames who came to borrow. Xianyu brothers all had the style of Mengchang. As long as they were willing to come to learn, they would take in them no matter how rich or poor they were.

The person who presided over the private school was an old man named Yan. He was from a juren, had a very good academic knowledge, and was from the hometown. He was hired by Xianyu brothers to be a teacher and teach a group of children of all sizes.

Although Mr. Yan is old, his eyes are very good. Li Qing just looked at him and saw him. He had already heard that two people would come to study today. One was the grandson of the master and the other was the grandson's grandson's. Of course, he was demoted to accompany him to study here. He was the grandson's grandson.

"You memorize everything you teach in the morning and write one hundred words each."

As soon as he finished speaking, a complaint came from below: When will this be written in one hundred words?

Mr. Yan glared at his eyes: "You must finish writing before class. If you write less, just draw a ruler!" He raised the iron ruler in his hand, and the complaining stopped abruptly, and then a noisy sound of memorizing came.

"Are you Zhang Qiu?" Mr. Yan walked out of the room and asked with a stern face. Zhang Qiu wanted to take the provincial examination at the end of the year and come to him for tutoring.

"I am not Zhang Qiu, I am his Western Conference, his surname is Li and his name is Qing," Li Qing said with a polite reputation.

"Wrong, I am the seat here, you! Just Zhang Qiu's companion, where are others?" Mr. Yan corrected his mistake seriously and looked back. He was extremely tall, nearly ten feet tall, and thin, like a long bamboo pole. His eyes passed over Li Qing's head, but there was no one behind him.

"I don't know, I don't live with him."

Mr. Yan said "Hmph!", obviously not satisfied with Zhang Qiu's attitude towards studying. The agreed time had come, but he was not seen. Mr. Yan didn't know that Zhang Qiu did get up very early and just went to the county to drink wine. There are a few of his friends in the new policy county.

"Come with me!"

Mr. Yan took Li Qing to an empty room, ordered him to sit down, pointed to the paper on the table and said, "Write your name first."

Li Qing has practiced calligraphy in the Youth Palace in elementary and middle schools, and has won the first prize in youth calligraphy in the city. The judges said that his Liu style has a bit of charm, so when he wrote the two words "Li Qing" upright, Mr. Yan's eyes showed a hint of surprise. This is no wonder that Liu Gongquan was from the late Tang Dynasty, and his hard and thin style was very rare at this time.

But Mr. Yan's surprise flashed by. He immediately sat upright and asked, "What about your words?"

Li Qing was stunned and replied casually: "I don't have any words yet."

"How can a scholar have no words? In this way, how about I give you a word?"

Li Qing remembered something and said anxiously: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, but my parents named me Li Qing, but later my husband changed me to Li Qing." Li Qing was originally named Li Qing. After getting admitted to university, the police station moved his household registration. The aunt registered in the household registration was blurred, so she changed his name to Li Qing, and has been using it until now.

"The Qing Dynasty is the Qing Dynasty, and this is not bad, so there is no need to change it back, but the word "is still based on your parents' choice. Benefit! The sun rises, so it's called Yangming. What?" Li Qing smiled bitterly. He was about to change it back to Li Qing, but the gentleman refused.

"Thank you, sir!" The word "male" is quite masculine, and Li Qing is quite satisfied. From then on, Li Qing was also called Li Yangming.

"The characters are door hammers. If you write a good character, no matter what you do in the future, you will benefit a lot." The gentleman's words flashed through Li Qing's ears, but he never expected that his good character would really bring great help to him later.

At this time, the sound of reading next door gradually faded, and the children's laughter and scolding came. Li Qing looked at Mr. Yan, thinking that he would get up and yell a few times, but he didn't move at all, and said lightly: "When their hands are swollen at night, they will naturally remember." Suddenly, he glared at Li Qing and said, "The same is true for you. If I don't finish the homework I left for you, I will do whatever I want."

Li Qingyi fell down and replied, "Students understand!"

At this point, Li Qing became a student whom Mr. Yan taught alone. He also knew that his ancient Chinese knowledge was too weak, so he worked hard day and night. After a few months, he could barely write a few poems.
Chapter completed!