Youyou Sanshengyue

Chapter 11

Ever since Xuanyue and Mingyou lived together, Xuanyue thought about not being able to eat free rice, and it took most of the day for Mingyou to go to the academy, so he left the huge thatched cottage alone.Xuanyue is naturally afraid of loneliness, wandering around the house alone, but her heart is filled with emptiness and fear, there is nothing else to do except to arrange three meals a day, and clean the thatched cottage three or four times.

So he finally plucked up the courage to propose to Ming You to go to the academy.

"What do you go to the academy for? To be a student or to teach?"

Thinking that she was going to study in the same academy with a group of little kids, Xuanyue couldn't help shivering: "Let's... teach."

Ming You threw "The Analects of Confucius" into his hand: "Read a few sentences and try."

"I can read!" Xuan Yue threw away "The Analects of Confucius" angrily.Although he grew up in the Lion King's Mansion and did not receive a good education, his sister often taught him to read when he had nothing to do, sometimes on smooth and flat rice paper, and sometimes on damp moss , and sometimes on soft soil.Xuanhua would pick up the branches or angular stones on the roadside, draw and write on the ground stroke by stroke with her left hand holding her wide sleeve, and then teach him to recognize it.Xuanyue even clearly remembered that the characters her sister taught him for the first time were not "one", "two" and "three", nor "big" and "small", but his own name "Xuanyue".Hyun Hwa once told him: "Look at your name, never forget your original self, nothing can make you surrender."

Xuanyue opened the book disapprovingly and began to read: "Isn't it just a matter of learning and learning from time to time? Isn't it a pleasure to have friends come from afar? People don't know but...not...warm..."

"It's 'sulling', which means angry," Ming You explained with a smile.Xuanyue gave him a blank look, "Misunderstood, this doesn't count." Then she randomly turned a page and read: "Confucius said Ji's family: eight...eight..."

Unlucky, how could it be so difficult to flip through it casually!Xuanyue's head suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and she couldn't recognize the word even after stuttering for a long time, thinking that she would definitely die of laughter by Ming You this time.

Ming You suppressed his laughter, cleared his throat and said solemnly: "Dancing in the court, whether it is tolerable or unbearable." He smiled and took a book and tapped him on the head: "You, or die With this in mind, "The Analects of Confucius" is the most basic knowledge, how to teach students who don't even know how to read it."

Being ridiculed, Xuanyue was very unhappy, and walked into the yard to blow the air in frustration.It coincides with the winter night, the sky is snowing lightly, and the lonely white is dotted with stars.Snowflakes fell on his long eyelashes, and the coolness circled around his eyes.Looking up at the sky, the stars and snowflakes are so small and cold, just like himself, the vast world, a sigh and a low moan, no one will hear it except himself.Xuanyue remembered that last winter Xuanhua was still wearing a scarlet fur coat and holding his hand to write on the flat snow to teach him to recognize.Xuanhua's vermilion lips spit out clouds of hot and humid white air in the cold air, pointing to the writing on the snow and told him: "This is 'love', the Achilles' heel that everyone has."

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a warm current from behind his whole body, and it turned out that it was Mingyou who was hugging him from behind with a plush cloak sandwiched between him.

"I made fun of you, I didn't expect you to be really angry." Ming You's broad fingers covered Xuanyue's cold fingertips to warm him up: "I've made up my mind, and I will definitely let you go to the academy to teach. You play the piano well , you can teach music." He paused and then explained: "It is said in "Zhou Li? Five shoots, four are five controls, five are six books, and six are nine numbers. It can be seen that music has been a skill that a gentleman must learn since ancient times. I also thought about teaching only the things in "The Analects of Confucius" and letting students test for talents and candidates. It’s more utilitarian, it’s time to cultivate your temperament.”

Xuanyue nodded, then turned and went back to the room.He took out the qin and wiped it for Bansu, and told Ming You to bring a copy of the "Book of Music" when he comes back tomorrow so he can sleep peacefully.

Outside the window, the night was dark, with light snow falling at the foot of the mountain, and the top of the mountain was even colder. The wind was tight and the snow was heavy. The branches of the pine trees had already been covered with heavy snow, and the branches that had fallen to the ground bent down into a beautiful arc of the last quarter moon.The snow on the ground was ankle-deep, and groups of snowflakes the size of goose feathers were still tirelessly falling from the sky.

Early in the morning, the servants of Jiangzi Villa were busy cleaning the snow on the veranda, all with serious expressions, and they did not dare to neglect the trivial matter of sweeping the floor, just because Elder Qiu had repeatedly ordered that Yin Moxu would come to the bank to check the accounts today. Well, if he stumbled on the road, he had to silence all the snow sweepers.

"Damn it, the snow doesn't stop." A long-faced boy complained in a low voice, holding the broom with his red hands from the cold, sweeping the snow into the flower beds on both sides.Another chubby boy breathed into his palms to keep warm: "That's right, it was snowing heavily when Mr. Yin came to check the accounts. If something goes wrong, with his fiery temper, our lives are in danger! "

"Shhh—Manager Yin is here." The people in the distance hurriedly interrupted the conversation between the two, and everyone speeded up the speed of sweeping the snow. All of a sudden, the servants in the veranda lowered their heads to sweep the snow, and the atmosphere was heavy and scary.

A group of people came slowly from the far side of the veranda, headed by Elder Qiu with a mustache and a middle-aged man with green eyes and black clothes, the two chatted as they walked, and the four servants behind them bowed their heads and ears in a respectful manner , Even the breath did not dare to take a breath.

"It snowed very early this year." Yin Moxu's hair was neatly bundled up, with fine velvet wrapped around his neck, a jade-inlaid ribbon tied around his waist, and a brocade bag bordered with gold thread hung down, looking majestic and majestic. Lin Lin, one can tell at a glance that he is a high-ranking figure.

"It's early, there is a saying in the world: auspicious snow heralds a good year, next year there will be a good harvest," Elder Qiu echoed.Yin Moxu glanced at him indifferently: "Whether the world is full or hungry, warm or cold, what does it matter to us? Heavenly beasts absorb the energy of heaven and earth, and gather the spirit of all things. Compared with ordinary people, they are too self-deprecating."

Elder Qiu nodded: "Boss Yin is right."

The two continued to walk, when a young man named Xiao Jia panicked when he saw them coming, and splashed dirty snow on Yin Moxu's boots.Seeing Yin Moxu's smile disappear in an instant, replaced by a gloomy and terrifying face, Xiao Jia hastily dropped the broom and kowtowed: "Damn the little one! Damn the little one! Mr. Yin, forgive me..." Yin Moxu's icy voice From the top of his head: "Hold your head up."

Xiaojia raised her face tremblingly, and saw Director Yin raised his foot and put the snow-stained boots in front of his mouth: "Lick it clean."

"Little Wuxin, please forgive me, Mr. Yin! Please forgive me, Mr. Yin..." Xiaojia drooped the corners of her mouth and looked like she was crying. She repeatedly bumped her head to the ground, and there was a "dong dong" sound, and the snow covered her forehead.

"I told you to lick it clean, didn't you hear?" Yin Moxu raised his brows and kicked his snow-covered forehead. Xiao Jia was caught off guard and fell on his back, bleeding from the back of his head.

At this time, there was a figure outside the veranda looking around for a long time, seeing this situation, he hurried over with an osmanthus cake, this person was none other than Sheng Xiao.He pretended not to see Yin Moxu, ran straight to Xiaojia and shouted: "The owner is looking for you, and you kid is hiding here and being lazy! Hurry up and send the sweet-scented osmanthus cake!" He handed the pastry to Xiaojia , took advantage of the situation and secretly gave a wink, Xiao Jia came back to his senses and hurriedly got up from the ground and nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, I will send it over here," then turned around and ran away with the pastry.

Xiao Jia disappeared, so Sheng Xiao pretended to see Yin Moxu suddenly, and hurriedly saluted: "Yo, I don't know that Director Yin and Elder Qiu are here, and I have offended you so much, I hope you will forgive me."

"Why does the owner have to look for him?" Yin Moxu looked up and down the young servant with red lips and white teeth in front of him.

"Who? You mean Xiao Jia?" Sheng Xiao answered freely: "A few days ago, the owner brought a cricket called 'Dark Overlord', and he was invincible. A pot was broken, and the crickets ran away, the owner has been annoyed by this matter for several days!"

"Just because of this?" Yin Moxu sneered disdainfully: "Get up, go back and tell the owner that the world is not peaceful now, be careful to lose your ambition!" And he deliberately said the words "disappointed" until he gritted his teeth and left.

Sheng Xiao tilted his head and saw Yin Moxu's group walking away, so he got up and patted the snow on his knees, poked his head and said to Xiao Jia who was hiding behind the bushes, "Come out."

Xiao Jia returned the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with great gratitude: "If it weren't for my brother, my life would be gone!"

"Okay, be more careful next time. I'll send the things to the owner first, and bring some medicine for you later."

In the early morning, he was swept up with dirty boots and was prevaricated by a boy. Yin Moxu was very unhappy, so he asked Elder Qiu: "Where was that servant just now, how dare you be so arrogant?" Elder Qiu replied Said: "Oh, that was the owner's personal servant, named Sheng Xiao, and because he was born more beautiful than others, he became even more presumptuous. That kid is slippery, the owner will leave everything to him .”

"Oh, is that so? It's not good for servants to be too clever, and someone needs to discipline them properly," Yin Moxu squinted at Elder Qiu: "Do you think so?"

"Yes, yes, you should be disciplined." Elder Qiu summoned two young men behind him to guard the door of the money bank, and then Yin Moxu unlocked it and walked in alone.

The money bank of the Crimson Purple Villa is at the bottom of the attic and basement, and all the money for food and clothing of the whole clan is in it.When Jiang Mingyou was the owner of the villa, the money in the treasury was jointly managed by the owner and the elders' house, so the income and expenses were clear, and every account was clearly remembered. The account book alone took up three bookcases.But ever since Ming You resigned from the post of owner of the villa, and the young and playful Jiang Mingli took over as the owner of the villa, Elder Qiu joined forces with Yin Moxu and others to separate the management of the treasury from the owner of the village and the elders' house, and choose one person to be in charge.As a result, Yin Moxu was in charge of the money bank of the Jiangzi Mountain Villa all by himself.

Even though it was daytime, the basement door was closed and the five fingers could not be seen.Yin Moxu groped for a candlestick at the entrance and lit it up. The candlelight illuminated half of his face, dancing in his deep green eyes.Walking into the accounting room, the sound of footsteps hitting the cold wall reflected overlapping echoes, which sounded lonely and terrifying.He held up the lamp and walked along the bookcase to find the ledgers, most of the bindings broken from wear.He took out a relatively new one from the inside, and opened it to read it. Yin Moxu couldn't help frowning: "How can this dude who only knows how to spend his days and nights suddenly be so frugal... This is not going to work, if he wins the hearts of the people, It will be very difficult to shake his position." Yin Moxu walked quickly to the desk beside him to put the candlesticks, and wrote and sketched in the ledger.

"Jiang Mingli, you can obediently enter the coffin with the insults from your tribe." He looked at the revised account book with satisfaction, and a wicked smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.The newly added ink is wet, and it is as black as a deep invisible conspiracy.