Chapter 536: Sun Men Lizhu
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Chapter 536 Sunmen Lizhu
After lunch, Zhu Pingan brought a jar of Zhuangyuanhong, tied a bag of new tea and a box of donkey-hide gelatin together with a red string, carried them together, and walked slowly towards Shanghe Village in a breeze carrying soil moisture. go.
Zhu Ping’an went to Shanghe Village to visit his mentor. He brought Zhuangyuanhong and new tea to his mentor, and A tape to his wife. Time flies so fast, since the last time I left Xiahe, it has been a long time since I visited my mentor.
Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village are just separated by a river, and soon arrived at the teacher's house in Shanghe Village. As usual, the door of the teacher's house is not closed, and you can walk in directly.
Walking into the yard, Zhu Pingan was about to inform his mentor softly, so that his mentor and his wife would know that someone was coming. Before he could open his mouth, Zhu Pingan discovered that his teacher, Mrs. Sun, was taking a nap on the stone table in the yard. In front of the stone table was the clump of green bamboo in the yard. The breeze swayed the bamboo leaves, dyed the bamboo fragrance, and brought a bit of nobility.
There is a pot of tea on the stone table, as well as a pair of brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. On the rice paper is an unfinished Fengzhu picture. The bamboo has been drawn, but the inscription has not yet been written. My mentor has always liked bamboo, and after drawing this picture of Fengzhu, the person who has not written the inscription fell asleep, probably when he was deliberating on the inscription.
His teacher, Mrs. Sun, was getting old, and Zhu Pingan couldn't bear to disturb his rest, and he didn't know whether Mrs. Sun's sleep was deep or shallow. He was afraid that the sound of footsteps would disturb his rest, so Zhu Pingan stopped and stayed quietly in the yard. Standing, quietly waiting for Old Master Sun to wake up from his nap.
Standing in the yard, blowing the breeze of Hexi, quietly looking at Xiaoxie's mentor, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help thinking of the days when he was a child herding cows and taking classes.
"You playboy, would you like to learn from me?"
"It's okay, Master won't accept your Shuxiu."
"Why, don't you want to?"
Old Master Sun's words that day rang in his ears from time to time, and the scenes of Old Master Sun's admission to the school in the past could not help but come to his mind.
It is easy to find a teacher, but it is difficult to find a responsible and qualified teacher. Fortunately, I was lucky and met Mr. Sun. Having a good teacher can save you a lot of detours. Mr. Sun is such a teacher. Mr. Sun is a teacher with real morality and talent, and a teacher who truly preaches and teaches.
Some modern animal teachers who molest little girls at every turn, and those college students who use "correction of essays", "examinations, postgraduate entrance examinations, doctoral examinations", "do you want to make progress", "evaluating scholarships", "referring jobs" and so on as excuses A beast who tirelessly slaps students is completely incomparable with Old Master Sun.
Oh, I remembered again, it seems that some people who defended these "beasts" said something like this: pay more attention to the academics of the teachers and less to the private life of the teachers.
Fuck you! To be a role model for others, to be a role model for others, means to be a role model for others to learn in terms of character and knowledge, this is the teacher! You are good at academics, if you do your academics, you are not worthy of being a teacher!
Forget it, I won’t say much outside the topic.
The breeze blows, the bamboo leaves rustle, and I don't know how long it has passed.
crunching...
There was a slight sound of opening the door, and the door of the main room of the master's house opened. The sleepy-eyed wife came out of the room, holding an iron pot in her hand, and she was probably going to fetch water to boil in the yard.
After the wife opened the door, she saw Mrs. Sun taking a nap on the stone table. She was not surprised at all. The old man likes bamboo, and sometimes he also likes to take a lunch break in front of this clump of bamboo, and he is used to it.
But in the next second, the wife of the teacher felt dazzled, why did she see the old man's beloved apprentice Zihou standing in the yard.
Rubbed his eyes, fixed his eyes and looked again, and then convinced himself that he was not dazzled, and it was Zhu Pingan standing like a log in the yard.
Zhu Ping’an saw his wife going out, with a simple and honest smile on his face, bowed his hands to salute his wife from a distance, and also signaled his wife when he saluted, the teacher was resting and could not salute loudly, I hope she will forgive me.
At this time, the teacher's wife understood that Zhu Ping'an was standing there like a log, because he was worried about disturbing the old man's sleep. Judging from the fallen leaves on his shoulders and head, this silly boy must have been standing here for a long time.
This silly boy, why is he so stupid? After standing for so long, his legs are sore.
Happy, but even more distressed.
So, without further ado, the teacher's wife went to wake up Old Master Sun, "Old man, wake up quickly, Zihou is here."
Seeing this, Zhu Pingan rubbed his nose and smiled helplessly.
"You silly boy, why are you still standing there? Come and sit, you've been standing for so long." After the teacher's wife called Old Master Sun, she waved to Zhu Pingan and asked Zhu Pingan to come and sit for a while.
"Well, Zihou is here."
After Mrs. Sun was woken up by his wife, he shook his head slightly and turned to look at Zhu Pingan who was standing in the yard.
"What's coming? I've been here for a long time. I was afraid of waking you up to sleep, so I just stood there when I entered the yard." The teacher complained.
The son is thick, the thickest! There are very few people who respect the teacher and respect the way. Compared with Cheng Men Lixue, he doesn't give in much.
After listening to the teacher's wife, Mrs. Sun was deeply moved. First, he stroked his beard and looked at Zhu Ping'an and nodded again and again, admiring Zhu Ping'an even more. Just wake up the old man."
"Men, teacher's wife." Zhu Ping'an walked over, stood in front of Old Master Sun and his wife and saluted again.
It is true that after standing for a long time, my legs are a little sore, and I don’t feel much when standing, but when I walk, I feel that my legs are a little out of control, but Zhu Pingan overcomes it, and he doesn’t show it at all, lest the master and teacher’s wife feel anxious. Think, there is always a simple and honest smile on his face.
"Okay, stop saluting, sit down quickly." The teacher's wife pulled Zhu Ping'an's clothes, and pulled Zhu Ping'an to sit on the stone bench next to Old Master Sun.
"Thank you, teacher." Zhu Pingan thanked teacher after sitting down.
"You child, why are you polite? Sit down and talk, you master and apprentice chat slowly." The teacher smiled and shook her head, then got up with the kettle, ready to go to the water tank to fetch a pot of water and then put it on the charcoal stove to boil water .
"Sit down, come and see how the old man's bamboo is."
Old Master Sun saw that Zhu Pingan wanted to get up to help his wife pour water, so he stretched out his hand and pressed down twice, signaling that Zhu Pingan didn't need to go to help, and asked Zhu Pingan to sit down and look at the wind and bamboo picture he drew before the break. As he said that, Old Master Sun also pointed to the picture of Fengzhu unfolded on the stone table and pressed with a ruler.
Zhu Ping’an’s eyes fell on the picture of Fengzhu, and he saw strange stones standing on the rice paper, the pond was clear and shallow, and there were several poles of Fengzhu. Mr. Sun used thick ink and light ink to outline several stalks of pruning bamboo on the bank of the pool. The branches are tall and straight, and the bamboo leaves are lush. If you look carefully, you will find that Old Master Sun is still using pen and ink to outline several clusters of bamboo shoots under the wind bamboo, and vigorous vitality emerges from the rice paper.
(end of this chapter)
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Chapter 536 Sunmen Lizhu
After lunch, Zhu Pingan brought a jar of Zhuangyuanhong, tied a bag of new tea and a box of donkey-hide gelatin together with a red string, carried them together, and walked slowly towards Shanghe Village in a breeze carrying soil moisture. go.
Zhu Ping’an went to Shanghe Village to visit his mentor. He brought Zhuangyuanhong and new tea to his mentor, and A tape to his wife. Time flies so fast, since the last time I left Xiahe, it has been a long time since I visited my mentor.
Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village are just separated by a river, and soon arrived at the teacher's house in Shanghe Village. As usual, the door of the teacher's house is not closed, and you can walk in directly.
Walking into the yard, Zhu Pingan was about to inform his mentor softly, so that his mentor and his wife would know that someone was coming. Before he could open his mouth, Zhu Pingan discovered that his teacher, Mrs. Sun, was taking a nap on the stone table in the yard. In front of the stone table was the clump of green bamboo in the yard. The breeze swayed the bamboo leaves, dyed the bamboo fragrance, and brought a bit of nobility.
There is a pot of tea on the stone table, as well as a pair of brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. On the rice paper is an unfinished Fengzhu picture. The bamboo has been drawn, but the inscription has not yet been written. My mentor has always liked bamboo, and after drawing this picture of Fengzhu, the person who has not written the inscription fell asleep, probably when he was deliberating on the inscription.
His teacher, Mrs. Sun, was getting old, and Zhu Pingan couldn't bear to disturb his rest, and he didn't know whether Mrs. Sun's sleep was deep or shallow. He was afraid that the sound of footsteps would disturb his rest, so Zhu Pingan stopped and stayed quietly in the yard. Standing, quietly waiting for Old Master Sun to wake up from his nap.
Standing in the yard, blowing the breeze of Hexi, quietly looking at Xiaoxie's mentor, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help thinking of the days when he was a child herding cows and taking classes.
"You playboy, would you like to learn from me?"
"It's okay, Master won't accept your Shuxiu."
"Why, don't you want to?"
Old Master Sun's words that day rang in his ears from time to time, and the scenes of Old Master Sun's admission to the school in the past could not help but come to his mind.
It is easy to find a teacher, but it is difficult to find a responsible and qualified teacher. Fortunately, I was lucky and met Mr. Sun. Having a good teacher can save you a lot of detours. Mr. Sun is such a teacher. Mr. Sun is a teacher with real morality and talent, and a teacher who truly preaches and teaches.
Some modern animal teachers who molest little girls at every turn, and those college students who use "correction of essays", "examinations, postgraduate entrance examinations, doctoral examinations", "do you want to make progress", "evaluating scholarships", "referring jobs" and so on as excuses A beast who tirelessly slaps students is completely incomparable with Old Master Sun.
Oh, I remembered again, it seems that some people who defended these "beasts" said something like this: pay more attention to the academics of the teachers and less to the private life of the teachers.
Fuck you! To be a role model for others, to be a role model for others, means to be a role model for others to learn in terms of character and knowledge, this is the teacher! You are good at academics, if you do your academics, you are not worthy of being a teacher!
Forget it, I won’t say much outside the topic.
The breeze blows, the bamboo leaves rustle, and I don't know how long it has passed.
crunching...
There was a slight sound of opening the door, and the door of the main room of the master's house opened. The sleepy-eyed wife came out of the room, holding an iron pot in her hand, and she was probably going to fetch water to boil in the yard.
After the wife opened the door, she saw Mrs. Sun taking a nap on the stone table. She was not surprised at all. The old man likes bamboo, and sometimes he also likes to take a lunch break in front of this clump of bamboo, and he is used to it.
But in the next second, the wife of the teacher felt dazzled, why did she see the old man's beloved apprentice Zihou standing in the yard.
Rubbed his eyes, fixed his eyes and looked again, and then convinced himself that he was not dazzled, and it was Zhu Pingan standing like a log in the yard.
Zhu Ping’an saw his wife going out, with a simple and honest smile on his face, bowed his hands to salute his wife from a distance, and also signaled his wife when he saluted, the teacher was resting and could not salute loudly, I hope she will forgive me.
At this time, the teacher's wife understood that Zhu Ping'an was standing there like a log, because he was worried about disturbing the old man's sleep. Judging from the fallen leaves on his shoulders and head, this silly boy must have been standing here for a long time.
This silly boy, why is he so stupid? After standing for so long, his legs are sore.
Happy, but even more distressed.
So, without further ado, the teacher's wife went to wake up Old Master Sun, "Old man, wake up quickly, Zihou is here."
Seeing this, Zhu Pingan rubbed his nose and smiled helplessly.
"You silly boy, why are you still standing there? Come and sit, you've been standing for so long." After the teacher's wife called Old Master Sun, she waved to Zhu Pingan and asked Zhu Pingan to come and sit for a while.
"Well, Zihou is here."
After Mrs. Sun was woken up by his wife, he shook his head slightly and turned to look at Zhu Pingan who was standing in the yard.
"What's coming? I've been here for a long time. I was afraid of waking you up to sleep, so I just stood there when I entered the yard." The teacher complained.
The son is thick, the thickest! There are very few people who respect the teacher and respect the way. Compared with Cheng Men Lixue, he doesn't give in much.
After listening to the teacher's wife, Mrs. Sun was deeply moved. First, he stroked his beard and looked at Zhu Ping'an and nodded again and again, admiring Zhu Ping'an even more. Just wake up the old man."
"Men, teacher's wife." Zhu Ping'an walked over, stood in front of Old Master Sun and his wife and saluted again.
It is true that after standing for a long time, my legs are a little sore, and I don’t feel much when standing, but when I walk, I feel that my legs are a little out of control, but Zhu Pingan overcomes it, and he doesn’t show it at all, lest the master and teacher’s wife feel anxious. Think, there is always a simple and honest smile on his face.
"Okay, stop saluting, sit down quickly." The teacher's wife pulled Zhu Ping'an's clothes, and pulled Zhu Ping'an to sit on the stone bench next to Old Master Sun.
"Thank you, teacher." Zhu Pingan thanked teacher after sitting down.
"You child, why are you polite? Sit down and talk, you master and apprentice chat slowly." The teacher smiled and shook her head, then got up with the kettle, ready to go to the water tank to fetch a pot of water and then put it on the charcoal stove to boil water .
"Sit down, come and see how the old man's bamboo is."
Old Master Sun saw that Zhu Pingan wanted to get up to help his wife pour water, so he stretched out his hand and pressed down twice, signaling that Zhu Pingan didn't need to go to help, and asked Zhu Pingan to sit down and look at the wind and bamboo picture he drew before the break. As he said that, Old Master Sun also pointed to the picture of Fengzhu unfolded on the stone table and pressed with a ruler.
Zhu Ping’an’s eyes fell on the picture of Fengzhu, and he saw strange stones standing on the rice paper, the pond was clear and shallow, and there were several poles of Fengzhu. Mr. Sun used thick ink and light ink to outline several stalks of pruning bamboo on the bank of the pool. The branches are tall and straight, and the bamboo leaves are lush. If you look carefully, you will find that Old Master Sun is still using pen and ink to outline several clusters of bamboo shoots under the wind bamboo, and vigorous vitality emerges from the rice paper.
(end of this chapter)
Chapter 536 Sunmen LizhuAfter lunch, Zhu Pingan brought a jar of Zhuangyuanhong, tied a bag of new tea and a box of donkey-hide gelatin together with a red string, carried them together, and walked slowly towards Shanghe Village in a breeze carrying soil moisture. go.Zhu Ping'an went to Shanghe Village to visit his mentor. He brought Zhuangyuanhong and new tea to his mentor, and A tape to his wife. Time flies so fast, since the last time I left Xiahe, it has been a long time since I visited my mentor.Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village are just separated by a river, and soon arrived at the teacher's house in Shanghe Village. As usual, the door of the teacher's house is not closed, and you can walk in directly. Walking into the yard, Zhu Pingan was about to inform his mentor softly, so that his mentor and his wife would know that someone was coming. Before he could open his mouth, Zhu Pingan discovered that his teacher, Mrs. Sun, was taking a nap on the stone table in the yard. In front of the stone table was the clump of green bamboo in the yard. The breeze swayed the bamboo leaves, dyed the bamboo fragrance, and brought a bit of nobility.There is a pot of tea on the stone table, as well as a pair of brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. On the rice paper is an unfinished Fengzhu picture. The bamboo has been drawn, but the inscription has not yet been written. My mentor has always liked bamboo, and after drawing this picture of Fengzhu, the person who has not written the inscription fell asleep, probably when he was deliberating on the inscription.His teacher, Mrs. Sun, was getting old, and Zhu Pingan couldn't bear to disturb his rest, and he didn't know whether Mrs. Sun's sleep was deep or shallow. He was afraid that the sound of footsteps would disturb his rest, so Zhu Pingan stopped and stayed quietly in the yard. Standing, quietly waiting for Old Master Sun to wake up from his nap.Standing in the yard, blowing the breeze of Hexi, quietly looking at Xiaoxie's mentor, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help thinking of the days when he was a child herding cows and taking classes. "You playboy, would you like to learn from me?" "It's okay, Master won't accept your Shuxiu." "Why, don't you want to?"Old Master Sun's words that day rang in his ears from time to time, and the scenes of Old Master Sun's admission to the school in the past could not help but come to his mind. It is easy to find a teacher, but it is difficult to find a responsible and qualified teacher. Fortunately, I was lucky and met Mr. Sun. Having a good teacher can save you a lot of detours. Mr. Sun is such a teacher. Mr. Sun is a teacher with real morality and talent, and a teacher who truly preaches and teaches.Some modern animal teachers who molest little girls at every turn, and those college students who use "correction of essays", "examinations, postgraduate entrance examinations, doctoral examinations", "do you want to make progress", "evaluating scholarships", "referring jobs" and so on as excuses A beast who tirelessly slaps students is completely incomparable with Old Master Sun.Oh, I remembered again, it seems that some people who defended these "beasts" said something like this: pay more attention to the academics of the teachers and less to the private life of the teachers. Fuck you! To be a role model for others, to be a role model for others, means to be a role model for others to learn in terms of character and knowledge, this is the teacher! You are good at academics, if you do your academics, you are not worthy of being a teacher! Forget it, I won't say much outside the topic. The breeze blows, the bamboo leaves rustle, and I don't know how long it has passed. crunching... There was a slight sound of opening the door, and the door of the main room of the master's house opened. The sleepy-eyed wife came out of the room, holding an iron pot in her hand, and she was probably going to fetch water to boil in the yard.After the wife opened the door, she saw Mrs. Sun taking a nap on the stone table. She was not surprised at all. The old man likes bamboo, and sometimes he also likes to take a lunch break in front of this clump of bamboo, and he is used to it.But in the next second, the wife of the teacher felt dazzled, why did she see the old man's beloved apprentice Zihou standing in the yard. Rubbed his eyes, fixed his eyes and looked again, and then convinced himself that he was not dazzled, and it was Zhu Pingan standing like a log in the yard.Zhu Ping'an saw his wife going out, with a simple and honest smile on his face, bowed his hands to salute his wife from a distance, and also signaled his wife when he saluted, the teacher was resting and could not salute loudly, I hope she will forgive me.At this time, the teacher's wife understood that Zhu Ping'an was standing there like a log, because he was worried about disturbing the old man's sleep. Judging from the fallen leaves on his shoulders and head, this silly boy must have been standing here for a long time.This silly boy, why is he so stupid? After standing for so long, his legs are sore.Happy, but even more distressed.So, without further ado, the teacher's wife went to wake up Old Master Sun, "Old man, wake up quickly, Zihou is here." Seeing this, Zhu Pingan rubbed his nose and smiled helplessly. "You silly boy, why are you still standing there? Come and sit, you've been standing for so long." After the teacher's wife called Old Master Sun, she waved to Zhu Pingan and asked Zhu Pingan to come and sit for a while. "Well, Zihou is here."After Mrs. Sun was woken up by his wife, he shook his head slightly and turned to look at Zhu Pingan who was standing in the yard. "What's coming? I've been here for a long time. I was afraid of waking you up to sleep, so I just stood there when I entered the yard." The teacher complained.The son is thick, the thickest! There are very few people who respect the teacher and respect the way. Compared with Cheng Men Lixue, he doesn't give in much.After listening to the teacher's wife, Mrs. Sun was deeply moved. First, he stroked his beard and looked at Zhu Ping'an and nodded again and again, admiring Zhu Ping'an even more. Just wake up the old man." "Men, teacher's wife." Zhu Ping'an walked over, stood in front of Old Master Sun and his wife and saluted again.It is true that after standing for a long time, my legs are a little sore, and I don't feel much when standing, but when I walk, I feel that my legs are a little out of control, but Zhu Pingan overcomes it, and he doesn't show it at all, lest the master and teacher's wife feel anxious. Think, there is always a simple and honest smile on his face. "Okay, stop saluting, sit down quickly." The teacher's wife pulled Zhu Ping'an's clothes, and pulled Zhu Ping'an to sit on the stone bench next to Old Master Sun. "Thank you, teacher." Zhu Pingan thanked teacher after sitting down."You child, why are you polite? Sit down and talk, you master and apprentice chat slowly." The teacher smiled and shook her head, then got up with the kettle, ready to go to the water tank to fetch a pot of water and then put it on the charcoal stove to boil water . "Sit down, come and see how the old man's bamboo is."Old Master Sun saw that Zhu Pingan wanted to get up to help his wife pour water, so he stretched out his hand and pressed down twice, signaling that Zhu Pingan didn't need to go to help, and asked Zhu Pingan to sit down and look at the wind and bamboo picture he drew before the break. As he said that, Old Master Sun also pointed to the picture of Fengzhu unfolded on the stone table and pressed with a ruler.Zhu Ping'an's eyes fell on the picture of Fengzhu, and he saw strange stones standing on the rice paper, the pond was clear and shallow, and there were several poles of Fengzhu. Mr. Sun used thick ink and light ink to outline several stalks of pruning bamboo on the bank of the pool. The branches are tall and straight, and the bamboo leaves are lush. If you look carefully, you will find that Old Master Sun is still using pen and ink to outline several clusters of bamboo shoots under the wind bamboo, and vigorous vitality emerges from the rice paper.end of this chapter
