Saying goodbye to Mr. Fan at the gate of Duke Huaiming's Mansion, Situ Xi walked slowly towards his home on the street. He still had some doubts about Hua Yaoying. He remembered that Mr. Fan once said that she was from Jinsefang.

Head of house.

But after all, Jinsefang is just a small folk music organization. How did she know the information about most of the dignitaries in Xuan'an City? It seems that this flower is not as simple as he thought.

But if she really has information about these powerful people, maybe she should take the time to contact her. It just so happened that she asked Mr. Fan to ask for poems last time...

"Yes, shopkeeper, please bring me a plate of these candied fruits..."

As he was walking with his head lowered, Situ Xi suddenly heard a very familiar voice coming from a shop nearby. He quickly turned his head and looked towards the small shop selling preserved fruits.

Sure enough, an old man wearing a robe without a collar was talking to the owner in the shop. His characteristic long beard made Situ Xi instantly recognize him. This was the man who had told his fortune before.

Old Taoist priest.

It can be seen that the way he is dressed today, he is neither wearing his shabby Taoist robe nor holding a wooden sword. Instead, he is wearing a relatively high-end casual clothes and holding a bundle of books in his hand.

Is this to develop a new career?

Situ Xi felt that he was quite destined to this eloquent old Taoist priest. Now that he had met him again, it was time to say hello to him.

Thinking of this, Situ Xi turned around and entered the preserved fruit shop.

"There are also carved ones like this, give me some too."

"Okay, sir!"

The old Taoist priest had his hands behind his back and his face was rosy. It seemed that he had encountered some happy events recently. The owner of the preserved fruit shop was also smiling, taking some candied fruits from the fruit plate and putting them into a bag for him.

However, just when the old man took the candied fruit and took the money from his arms to pay, a somewhat familiar chuckle appeared in his ears, and his right hand suddenly froze.

"Taoist Priest, where did you get rich recently? Why don't you do that fortune-telling business anymore? You can't forget your roots."

Turning his head stiffly and seeing Situ Xi's appearance clearly, the old Taoist priest instantly recognized him. This was the young man who had exposed him a few days ago. He was really an enemy.

"Master, it's you. This... this is a coincidence, isn't it... Master wants to buy some preserved fruits? Old man, I just finished buying them. Please do it. I have something else to do, so I'll go ahead." After the old Taoist priest said this

Then he was ready to turn around and run away.

"Hey, Taoist priest, you haven't paid the bill yet." Situ Xi grabbed him. This old Taoist priest wouldn't want to escape the bill.

"Oh, yes, yes, look at my memory." The old Taoist priest patted his head, took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, and handed it to the shopkeeper. "Shopkeeper, these should be enough, right?"

"That's enough, sir, I'm going to give you some change now." The shopkeeper picked up his own small scale and weighed the silver coins, then smiled and exchanged some copper coins for the old Taoist priest.

"Taoist Priest, why are you holding some elementary books in your hand?"

While the two were settling the bill, Situ Xi stood aside and looked at the bundle of books in the hands of the old Taoist priest. They were all enlightening books for children.

"Sir, some of the young men of the old age have reached the age where they should study, so I bought some books for them to read. I am really in a hurry today. Let's talk next time!"

After saying this, the old Taoist priest hurriedly turned around, fled the store quickly, and blended into the crowd on the street.

"Sir, please buy some candied fruits to take home. These are all delicious..." When the shopkeeper saw the old Taoist priest leaving, he hurriedly approached Situ Xi to sell them.

Situ Xi lowered his head to look at the preserved fruits in the basket, thought about it for a while, then looked towards the street, found the figure of the old Taoist priest, and chose to follow him.

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In a dilapidated alley in the west of the city, the old Taoist priest was holding large and small bags in his hands. He went around several detours and came to the door of a wooden house. He turned back to make sure that no one was following him. He gently knocked on the door with the back of his hand.

wooden door.

"Mr. Luo, it's me, Mr. Yun."

As the old Taoist priest finished speaking, the wooden door creaked open from the inside, and a middle-aged man in Confucian robes in his thirties or forties appeared. He was holding a scroll in one hand and the door bolt in the other.

, greeted the old Taoist priest into the courtyard with a surprised look on his face.

"Mr. Yun, why are you back again? Didn't you say you would be out for a few days?"

"I left in the afternoon, but I just remembered that the children might lack some books to practice reading and writing, so I went to the bookstore to buy some. I saw a preserved fruit shop on the way, and I happened to buy some to satisfy the craving of these little guys.

"

"Thank you for your trouble. It is a blessing for these students to meet you."

The middle-aged man known as Mr. Luo shook his head with emotion. A few days ago, he was just a down-and-out scholar. The only thing left in his family was this old house. The family was bare and it was difficult to even have a full meal.

.

But the old man in front of him found him a few days ago and was willing to hire him as a teacher to teach some poor children around him to read and read. He also promised to pay the tuition fees for these children every month and bring them food from time to time.

"Grandpa Yun!" A crisp call sounded from the courtyard. Old Yun looked intently and found that the owner of the voice was a short little boy. He recognized him at a glance.

This child's surname is Fu Mingshan. I remember he was a very spiritual child. On the way here, he saw his parents drying rice in the sun. Now that it's actually time to go home after class, why is he still here?

"He is very studious and is staying to ask me some questions that he doesn't understand."

Seeing Old Yun looking at the child with confusion, Mr. Luo immediately explained to him with a smile.

It turned out that this was the case, and Laodao Yun also showed a smile. This studious child made him feel that everything he did was meaningful, and he quickly waved to him.

"Brother Shan, come and try this candied fruit. You still need to relax while studying."

The elders cannot refuse the gift, and it would be disrespectful to refuse it.

After Fu Shan respectfully held a few fruits and stepped aside, Yun Laodao thought again for a while. He looked around the environment around the wooden house, and suddenly made up his mind, he raised his head and looked at the scholar named Luo in front of him.

"Mr. Luo, I have been observing your teaching for a long time in the past few days, and I think it is very good. There are many talented children like Fu Shan around but can't afford the tuition, so I thought I might as well contribute money."

How about buying a formal private school? You will be the head of the school."

…

"Your Highness, why are you here?"

In the west of Xuan'an City, Situ Xi was taking steps to return home through the alley, but unexpectedly he met Mu Juzheng when he turned the corner.

He was holding a package in one hand and a fainted man on his shoulder, and was walking towards the city humming a little tune.

"It's time for me to ask you, what's going on with this guy?" Situ Xi had black hair, and the guy Mu Juzheng was carrying on his shoulders seemed to weigh about two hundred pounds. He was so relaxed at the moment.

Freehand brushwork seems to be as powerful as he said.

"I heard that Your Highness went to the Duke's Mansion in the morning, so I thought of going out for a walk, and then I met this group of people. They seemed to want to teach You a lesson. He has no acquaintances in Xuan'an, so they should be here for Your Highness.

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Chapter completed!