Ask the villagers for help. Although Fang Zhongyong has not yet gotten up, in the bamboo house where he usually teaches children in Fangjia Village to read, all the requirements for the apprenticeship ceremony have been sorted out.

Some children have been waiting for a long time and look up and ask their father.

"Dad, why haven't you come yet?"

"Sir, you should be bathing and changing your clothes at this time, and be calm and concentrate."

The unshaven man said with a longing face.

"I heard that scholars do this before doing big things."

(Fang Zhongyong who is brushing his teeth:???)

It was different from Fang Zhongyong who needed to wash manually. Wang Anshi's literary energy swayed around him, mobilizing the water and earth in the five elements, cleaning up the dust on his body, and then sweeping away the smell of wine that had been in the night with a strange wind.

So he was able to change his clothes and walked into the bamboo house with a stern look, waiting for Fang Zhongyong, the protagonist today to appear.

"Judge Wang!"

"Judge Wang!"

When he saw Wang Anshi, many villagers from Fangjia Village saluted him.

Wang Anshi's mother, Wu, is from Fangjia Village, and so is his wife. There are not many surnames of Wu in Fangjia Village. If you are serious, his wife is still his cousin.

Therefore, many older villagers in Fangjia Village met Wang Anshi.

"Stone, Amo, big bull..."

Wang Anshi also smiled and met his childhood playmates one by one. Every person who was called a nickname by him had a kind of honor from the bottom of his heart - look, what a great official Judge Wang is now, he still remembers himself!

But among the crowd, there was a man wearing a blue suit, a blue crown, and a staircase, standing out like a crane. When Wang Anshi saw him, his eyes lit up.

"Judge Wang."

The man shook his hand at Wang Anshi, and his tone was not very respectful, but just saluted me carelessly.

Wang Anshi didn't care, so he walked quickly and said with a smile.

"I guess you are the famous young scholar Kong Que! I have heard Zhongyong mention you often."

Kong Que raised his eyebrows and waved his sleeves, showing a crazy style.

"Since the famous Wang Jiefu directly called my name Kong Que, not my name Zique, I think I really heard of me from Zhongyong."

"If you say, 'You must be Confucius who is alone to fight against the evil,' as soon as you meet, then I will turn against you."

Kong Que, whose courtesy name is Zique and surnamed Kong, was a serious descendant of Confucius, and was also a direct line of the Confucius family in Qufu.

One of the most famous things about him was that after passing the imperial examination, he encountered a demon clan in a small county town on his way to study in the Song Dynasty.

At that time, if he only cared about himself, he would definitely be able to escape.

But Kong Que did not retreat but advanced, and used the protective artifacts and great scholars and calligraphy treasures given to him by the Kong family, and fought all his courage, and shattered the Wen Palace. He killed the great demon for a lifetime and suffered the disaster. From then on, he lost all his cultivation and became an ordinary person.

Kong Que's move made the officials of the Song Dynasty highly praised him. Even though Kong Que lost his cultivation, he was still named "Qing Confucian scholar".

However, according to Kong Que's words, it was natural for him to do so. Not to mention that as a descendant of Confucius, even an ordinary juren, many people would make the same choice as him, which is not worthy of praise.

Therefore, when someone mentioned this in front of him, he sighed for the loss of his cultivation. Who would he be anxious about!

In his opinion, it is a very worthwhile thing to exchange for the people of the county with one cultivation.

Who is this guy? How dare you talk to Wang Anshi like this?

Ye Nan looked at Kong Que strangely. There was no such person in the message he left to him.

If it were an ordinary and arrogant man, Wang Anshi, who was an outstanding figure in the Song Dynasty, would tell him what you mean by being arrogant, but I can be ten times more proud than you!

But standing in front of him was a standard descendant of Confucius who had practiced his own actions and almost achieved success. His slight edges were naturally tolerant.

While the two were talking, Fang Zhongyong finally walked in from the back room.

His expression was calm and elegant, and his hands were naturally behind him. He could not see his hangover look last night.

Fang Zhongyong sat down in the middle of the hall with Wang Anshi and Kong Que on both sides, followed by the old village chief of Fangjia Village and Ye Nan's guardian. Fang Hu, who had a little dissonance in his limbs and looked even more nervous than Ye Nan.

As the host, Laocun's old but powerful voice resounded throughout the bamboo house.

"Present the teacher's gift!"

Looking at Ye Nan who had worked hard to step forward, each of which had three-finger thick meat strips on his back, Fang Zhongyong's eyes twitched - this meat strip is too thick, right? How long does it take to finish it!

Wang Anshi and Kong Que also smiled, but they didn't expect that the little guy's apprenticeship ceremony prepared by the little guy's family was so honest.

According to ancient etiquette, Fang Zhongyong must finish these ten meat strips. In the next year and a half, it may be inevitable on the other party’s dining table.

Putting the meat strips on Ye Nan’s body on the plate next to him, Laocun was snatching his stupid son: Look at the good things you have done! You will have something nice to you when you go back!

Fang Hu was puzzled: Isn’t this meat strip quite thick? Isn’t my dad satisfied? I want to add more, but I’m afraid that the fat man can’t move his back!

"Teaching for Teacher!"

Ye Nan bowed three times to Fang Zhongyong, then took out a pot of tea from the plate that the old village was bringing next to him and handed it to Fang Zhongyong.

"Please drink tea from the teacher!"

"Um."

Fang Zhongyong nodded seriously, picked up the cup of Master's Tea and drank it all, and then said slowly.

"Today you join me, there are three religions and three rules that need to be followed."

"The three religions, the first religion, respect teachers and respect the Tao!"

"The second religion is benevolence, filial piety, courtesy and righteousness!"

"The third religion, be loyal to the emperor and serve the country!"

"Three rules, the first rule: three daily inspections!"

"The second rule is to bend the eyebrows and serve the powerful!"

"The third rule, think twice before acting!"

These three rules and three religions are the gains of Fang Zhongyong over the past 30 years. After speaking, he looked at Ye Nan with his eyes tightly, without any jokes.

"Did you remember it all?"

"Disciple remember!"

Ye Nan focused on the key points.

"good!"

Fang Zhongyong stood up from the stool and helped Ye Nan up with a smile.

"Today, you will be our disciple of Zhongyong!"

Immediately afterwards, a series of congratulations sounded around.

"Congratulations sir!"

"Congratulations sir!"

"Congratulations to Zhong Yongxi for his good disciple!"

Kong Que took out a jade ring that had been prepared from his sleeve and handed it to Ye Nan.

"This is my childhood belonging, with a hint of great Confucianism. Wear it on your body to suppress the evil spirits and evil spirits, so I will give it to you."

Ye Nan looked up at Fang Zhongyong. Fang Zhongyong reached out and patted his shoulder and said.

"I haven't thanked you Uncle Kong yet."

"Give it to Uncle Kong Nan Xie!"

Ye Nan took the jade ring. He was still young and couldn't hang it around his waist, so he walked around his arms a few times.

Then, Wang Anshi also sent a gift.

"This is a small piece of blue sandalwood sheep hair. I bought it in Baofang, Tokyo (referring to the capital of the Song Dynasty). I originally planned to collect it myself, but now I will give it to you."

Among the countless tree species in the world, blue sandalwood is the most consistent with literary spirit and has always been the favorite of scholars. This small pen is probably worth a thousand gold.

Before Fang Zhongyong was waiting for this time, Ye Nan respectfully extended his hands and took the sheep hair as thick as an adult's little finger.

"I thank Uncle Wang!"
Chapter completed!