The first volume of pearl curtains rolls up the western mountain rain at dusk Chapter 7: Master should also be very comfortable
Yan Qingzhi, the teacher of Siye Academy, looked at Li Diudiu with cold eyes and replied: "Because you are poor."
After a moment, he said, "Any more questions?"
Although Li Diudiu felt upset, he shook his head and said, "No, it's reasonable."
Yan Qingzhi frowned slightly, and Li Diudiu said the three words "very reasonable", as if he was mocking him.
“It could be more reasonable.”
Yan Qingzhi took a few steps forward, stood in front of Li Diudiu and looked down at him: "Clean twice a day."
Li Diudiu asked, "Do you have money?"
Yan Qingzhi frowned even deeper: "Do you know that everyone has to buy their own uniforms and books? You come to clean the classroom, just consider it as paying off your debt. If you clean twice a day, I can pay you almost twice as much."
The other three children looked at Li Diudiu and thought that it was really unlucky for them to be humiliated by the teacher on the first day. The three of them came from good families and naturally did not understand how difficult it was for a poor person to have three taels of silver.
So when the three of them looked at Li Diudu, they didn't feel any sympathy, but instead found it amusing.
After listening to what Yan Qingzhi said, Li Diudiu actually laughed and didn't seem embarrassed at all.
He said, "It makes more sense if you put it that way, sir."
Yan Qingzhi's eyes changed, and he seemed to be more disgusted with Li Diudiu. He turned and walked away, saying as he walked: "Formal classes will start tomorrow. If you are late once, you will be punished to stand outside the door for an hour. If you are late three times, you will be expelled from the academy. The same applies to breaking other rules of the academy."
Zhang Xiaolin had been beaten by Li Diudiu, and his nose was still swollen. Of course he was happy to see Li Diudiu being humiliated by his instructor, so he walked up to Li Diudiu with a smile and said, "So what if you can fight? You can't even take out three taels of silver. Do you want me to lend it to you? Call me Master, and I can give you three taels of silver."
Li Diudiu shrugged and ignored it.
Zhou Huaili, who was standing aside, couldn't stand it anymore and came over to pull Li Diu to talk: "Let's go."
Li Diudiu nodded: "Yes."
Zhou Huaili said: "There is a wooden plaque on the uniform I gave you just now. It is your room number. Most students do not live in the academy. Although they are provided with food and accommodation, they will still go home. After all, home is more comfortable..."
He looked at Li Diudiu, paused for a moment and said, "Don't feel wronged. In the future..."
Before he could finish his words, Li Diudiu suddenly stopped him: "Mr. Zhou."
"Um?"
"this is for you."
Li Diudiu took out the purse and handed it to Zhou Huaili: "The academy asked me to clean the classroom to pay for the school uniform and books. This is good, so I don't need this money anymore, I'll give it back to you."
Zhou Huaili was stunned and looked down at Li Diudiu. There was still a cynical expression on the child's fair and clean face, but looking into his eyes, Zhou Huaili suddenly felt a wave of pain in his heart. This child's neck was so dark, his face was washed very clean, and his eyes were even cleaner.
"Keep it. I'm giving it to you. You don't have to return it. If you need to spend money in the future, you won't end up empty-handed."
"Need not."
Li Diudiu handed the purse to Zhou Huaili with both hands: "I have food and lodging provided, so I don't have to spend any money. I can also make money myself."
Zhou Huaili really didn't want to take the purse back, but he saw two words in the eyes of the eleven-year-old boy.
Self-esteem.
"Okay, I'll take it back then."
Zhou Huaili took the purse back and wanted to pat Li Diudiu on the shoulder, but Li Diudiu had already walked out: "Mr. Zhou, I guess you must have given the Dengquetai Postcard to President Gao, right?"
Zhou Huaili's heart was shaken again. This child...
"Thank you Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry Mr. Zhou."
Li Diudiu stopped, turned around and bowed to Zhou Huaili.
Zhou Huaili asked: "Why do you want to say sorry?"
Li Diudiu smiled apologetically and said, "Because I thought you were not a good...person at first."
Zhou Huaili felt that Li Diudiu paused slightly when he said the word "good", and replaced the word "thing" with "people".
"Kid, there aren't so many good people or bad people in this world. Most of them are just ordinary people."
“Are there no good and bad people among ordinary people?”
"No."
Zhou Huaili pondered for a moment, then shook his head absentmindedly: "Ordinary people are somewhere between good and bad, sometimes leaning to one side and sometimes leaning to the other side."
Li Diudiu was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou is a good man."
"I thought you were going to say it was a good thing."
Zhou Huaili still patted Li Diudiu's shoulder and said, "Send it here. I'm going home now. You can find your place by yourself. I've asked for you. The bedding and books will be placed at your place. Don't be late for the morning class tomorrow."
"remember."
Li Diudiu bowed again and said, "Goodbye, sir."
Zhou Huaili walked out a few steps and then turned back, smiled and said, "I felt sad when I gave away the Dengquetai sticker. Do you know why people feel sad after giving something away?"
Li Diudiu thought about it and didn’t dare to answer. He thought, isn’t it normal to feel sad when giving things to others?
Seeing the confusion on his face, Zhou Huaili smiled and said, "I felt bad when I gave it away at first because I thought you weren't worthy of being compared to a piece of writing about climbing the Que Tower. It was totally unworthy to exchange an authentic piece of Mr. Songming's writing for your admission into the academy. Now I don't feel bad anymore, Li Chi... your future value must at least exceed that piece of writing about climbing the Que Tower, understand?"
Li Diudiu thought about it carefully, leaned over and said, "I understand."
Zhou Huaili turned to leave, and Li Diudiu suddenly thought of a question and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Zhou, what do you say is used to measure a person's value? Silver?"
Zhou Huaili was stunned for a moment when such a young child asked such a question. This question was indeed a bit big. It was not that he could not answer it, but the answer was definitely not suitable for children to hear because it was not pleasant.
Children need fairy tales to tell them what is true, good, beautiful, right and wrong, good and bad, good and evil, and black and white. There is not so much gray in fairy tales.
"How can I tell you?"
Zhou Huaili turned to look at Li Diudiu and said seriously: "The value of people you mentioned is relative. For example, your value to me is now far greater than that post about climbing the Quetai. If we really want to talk about value, then using silver is more direct. People will meet many people in their lives. How much value do these people have in your life? To give a simple example, how much money can you lend him?"
“If you have three taels of silver now, and a friend asks you to borrow one tael of silver, but you feel embarrassed and don’t want to lend it, then the value of this person in your heart is less than one tael of silver. If someone asks you to borrow one tael of silver, and you ask him if it is enough, and then give him two taels, then this person is very important to you. If someone asks you to borrow one tael of silver, and you give him all three taels, then this person is a close friend.”
Zhou Huaili paused, looked at Li Diudiu and continued, "Someone asked you to borrow money, and you didn't even have a tael of silver, but you tried your best to help him. This is a brotherly relationship. Li Diudiu, this answer is not suitable for a child of your age, but I believe you can understand it because you have a good master and you should know his value."
He walked up to Li Diudiu, squatted down, and said with a smile: "Don't care about so many people you don't care about. You will meet many worthless people, and you will also meet priceless people. You have your priceless person, so you are already richer than many people."
Li Diudiu nodded: "It used to be one, now it's one and a half."
Zhou Huaili laughed and asked curiously, "Which half am I?"
Li Diudiu nodded again: "Yes, after all... we are not familiar with each other yet."
Zhou Huaili laughed and rubbed Li Diudiu's head. Suddenly he understood why Taoist Changmei liked to rub this little guy's head so much. It felt so good to rub it. He felt happy while doing so.
"Thank you."
Zhou Huaili patted Li Diudiu's shoulder again, turned and left. He walked a few steps and came back, reached out and rubbed Li Diudiu's head again and again. It felt really good, especially good.
Li Diudiu stood there and watched Zhou Huaili leave the academy. He shook his hair and thought to himself, is it because my hair is better? The master likes to rub it, and Mr. Zhou also likes to rub it...
Zhou Huaili, who had already walked a long way, turned around, gestured from a distance as if he was rubbing his head, and shouted to Li Diudiu: "This means I like you."
Li Diudiu nodded and thought to himself, "So that's how it is."
So he raised his hand and rubbed his head, I like me too.
He did not ask others where he should live. He held the hospital uniform and the wooden sign in his hand, and looked for the corresponding place on the rows of houses. It took him a short time to find his residence.
The moment he entered the door, he had a vague feeling that someone was looking at him from behind. He turned around suddenly, but there was no one behind him.
In the distance, Gao Xining hid behind a big tree. He didn't know why he felt his heart beating faster, as if he was a thief.
She was really curious about this little boy named Li Chi, who was a little shorter than him and so poor that he couldn't even afford school uniforms and books, but still wanted to come to the Sixie Academy to study. Most importantly, she heard the conversation between Li Diudiu and Zhou Huaili and became even more curious.
When instructor Yan Qingzhi said those words to Li Diudiu, Gao Xining almost couldn't help but rush out to argue with Yan Qingzhi. However, just when she was about to rush out, she was stopped by someone. Only then did she realize that her grandfather was also watching in secret.
Li Diudiu didn't see who was following him, so he pushed the door and entered the room. The room was simply furnished with a table, a chair, a bed, a bookshelf, a pot rack, a flower rack, a wooden basin, a small wooden barrel, and a large wooden barrel. There was nothing else.
But Li Diudiu had never lived in such a nice house. After entering, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. He smelled the fragrance of the table wood, the fragrance of books, and the fragrance of brand new bedding.
He really wanted to throw himself on that bed that looked so comfortable, but he was afraid that his clothes would dirty the bedding, so he put down his hospital clothes and took the wooden basin to fetch water.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had a good bath. He carried buckets of water and filled the large wooden barrel half full. He closed the door, and then jumped into the barrel impatiently, splashing water everywhere.
It was cold water, but he felt refreshed.
Master hasn’t taken a bath for a long time, but he said he wanted to go to the large and famous Wuwei Temple in Jizhou City. The abbot of the temple is an old friend of Master, so he should be taking a bath now.
The view of inaction.
Taoist Changmei leaned over the door and said to the Taoist who opened the door, "My Taoist name is Changmei. I am an old friend of the temple master. I have come here to seek refuge. I would like to ask if I can enter the temple to meet him."
The middle-aged Taoist looked Changmei up and down, and frowned at the tattered clothes he was wearing.
"Where did you come from, you want to put yourself in the spotlight?"
Taoist Changmei said quickly, "Yes, yes, please let me know, Senior Brother."
The middle-aged Taoist held out his hand: "Give it to me."
"What?"
Changmei asked.
The middle-aged Taoist's eyes immediately widened: "Money, how can you stay in Wuwei Temple without money? Do you want to enter without money?"
Changmei: "I... don't have any money, I just want to see the master."
"roll!"
The middle-aged Taoist turned around and closed the door: "Get away."
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