Hu Shui and the young men did not see the scene of Liang Chuan's family moving money, otherwise they would be even more touched. The days forced him to attack the tiger. If life was smooth sailing, who would be willing to get out of the knife?

It turned out that a happy wine had several different flavors. Several young people felt a sense of hatred in their chests and had nowhere to vent their feelings. Mi Hu felt that things were wrong. Li Chuyi was unwilling to speak. He Baozheng was originally happy, but he felt uncomfortable when he saw the situation of his brothers. Liang Chuan was willing to act like he was good. Each had his own worries, and the more he drank the more he became bitter.

A few people only drank a few cups and ate enough to go back. He Bao wanted to stay them overnight, but he was afraid of accidents on the mountain road. He said that there were too many days to spend the night in the mountains, using the sky as the night and the ground as the bed, and he was afraid of walking on the night road. He Bao Zheng saw that Hu Shui and the young people were so volatile when they saw their situation. They were originally not dealing with them. They were like mountains and there was nothing to be able to catch up with. If they couldn't keep them, they would leave.

He Bao was holding the rough hands of the mud-hu, and looking at his sparse silver hair. Among the three, he was the youngest, but now the oldest. Looking at his old brother, holding his hand but couldn't say a word, his eyes were as red as a lantern. Li Chuyi just watched quietly, but the silent scene made people even more sad.

However, after a few masters from Luocheng came back, they looked at the firecrackers outside under the camphor tree, and then looked at Liang Chuan's outfit, and asked what happened to the tiger today and whether the boss was injured. He Baozheng had not drunk enough of this happy wine, so he pulled Zhao Fada and others to drink the story. The story was vivid and added a lot of vinegar. He heard that several masters of Luocheng were frightened and were immersive.

The heroic deeds of Liang Chuan's fight against tigers are like folk legends today, spreading out from all directions. He Lu, an unknown small village, also came into everyone's vision. There are more and more anecdotes about Liang Chuan.

It began to be circulated among people that this little beggar was the incarnation of the mountain god. He should have died when he went into the mountain to chop wood. As a result, the mountain god reincarnated as Liang Chuan. Not only did he recover after a month of serious injuries, he encountered a tiger in the mountains, and the tiger obediently hit Liang Chuan and died in front of Liang Chuan, achieving Liang Chuan's fame.

But everyone knows that this is just to deceive people who don’t know. Feng Ying, whose big mouth, told the story of that day from beginning to end in the village, took a long time to kill the tiger. The mountain god is so powerful. The mountain god who has a man who doesn’t have to pull a little bit of his crotch that day, is still Liang Chuan’s bravery.

The days ahead are still as dull as ever, but Liang Chuan's image in everyone's eyes has become transcendent. If you can read and write in the countryside, you still respect you, but those who are not afraid of life and sacrifice their lives at the critical moment of life and death, and those who have good abilities will really make everyone admire you in their hearts. Liang Chuan took these people up the mountain but did not abandon them, so these rural people will completely recognize him in their hearts.

What's rare is that Meng Liangchen actually came to see him too.

At this time, Meng Liangchen was in his early twenties, young and white, Liangchuan gave people a sense of vitality, and Meng Liangchen had the standard scholarly temperament.

Meng Liangchen has never left his house since he left Xinghua. He stayed at home and studied hard at the books of sages all day long. He is not the kind of unscheming young man who can change his original intention by just a few words from Liang Chuan. On the contrary, his direction is too clear, and his pursuit will never change and he will become more and more determined.

There are thousands of millets in the book, but there is no rice jar at the moment. In the past, Meng Liangchen might have starved to death at home without being moved, but he has met Liang Chuan. This person who seems to be wise but is ignorant and foolish, has some of his own value affected by him, and seems to be touched. At this time, he will not be so stupid that he will starve himself to death. Life is not only about poetry and distant places, but also about the current misfortune.

Meng Liangchen was still wearing clean Confucian clothes and didn't look like he did, but he felt very clean. He had a pair of very clear eyes, and Liang Chuan was a little fascinated by seeing them. Liang Chuan had never seen such a person in later generations.

Liang Chuan was still basking in the sun and chopping firewood at home as usual. The wood for making sand trays was almost ready. Moreover, Zhao Jinyu also started to make the slabs, and some sand trays were already plastered in the yard. Liang Chuan tried it, put the sand in and took a small bamboo root. The font should not be too small. The words written on it were like blackboards. After writing, use the bamboo roots to return to their original state and continue writing. This can save a lot of paper, ink and pen. For this small academy, a day may be a small expense, but education is a plan for a hundred years. How much money can it save in a hundred years?

When Yi Niang and the others saw Meng Liangchen coming, they would greet him with a smile. Liang Chuan told them that if one person achieves success in our place in the future, the most successful one may be this little scholar. You must not neglect when you see others. Even a few people will not, because the young man gives them a sense of being unfamiliar with the world, too clean and too detached.

When a few people saw Meng Liangchen, they would not call him a young master, or a scholar, or a mess. Everyone would call him respectfully. Mr., who represents an intellectual, not only talented, but also a profession for teaching and educating people. Liang Chuan is a little casual, and he will call him whatever he wants. If others scream, they will be stared at by Liang Chuan.

Yi Niang was very strange. Mr. Meng gave her a very noble and cold-hearted feeling. Now that she is gone, it makes people feel very easy. She doesn't feel that she hasn't been under such pressure when she touches her.

Meng Liangchen walked in and Yi Niang brought him a stool. Meng Liangchen sat down next to Liang Chuan, Liang Chuan glanced at him and said, "Here you come."

"Here you come." Meng Liangchen smiled slightly.

"What's wrong at home?"

"I'm here to borrow food for you, I can't hold on anymore." Meng Liangchen's voice did not change, his voice was a little loud, and the women around him could hear it, with a smile on his face. For a moment, several people didn't dare to say anything, for fear that they would hear it wrong. The scholars didn't bow their backs for five dou of rice, but Meng Liangchen came out as soon as he spoke. So... so free and easy, without any burden.

Liang Chuan was Gu Jing Bubo, and he didn't even have any expression on his face. He seemed to have known this kind of result for a long time. Before he could put down his work, he turned his head and said to Yi Niang, "Yi Niang, go and get one hundred taels of silver to Mr. Meng."

As soon as Liang Chuan spoke, his heroic spirit conquered everyone. Meng Liangchen was a little embarrassed and scratched his head and said, "It seems that there is a little too much, just borrow a few taels of silver first."

Liang Chuan gave him a blank look and said, "Buy more good ones to help you and your mother replenish your body. Reading books every day consumes your body. Do you know why scholars have short lives? It's because their body is consumed too much and they haven't been repaired. The revolution has not yet succeeded, so don't collapse first."

"But there are too many." Meng Liangchen was still a little embarrassed.

"Do you get more? Take a little more so that you can't help but run to me every day. Your mother can't do work even when she's old. My house in the school has not been built yet, and I don't know when school will start. I still have some time to endure, be prepared and have no trouble!"

Meng Liangchen was over. Yi Niang came over with a large bag of silver with a large bag of silver. After weighing it, the sound of the silver colliding was a bit dull. A large bag full of dangling was obviously not a small amount. He was not polite, so he took it and took it over and said to Yi Niang: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

Yi Niang smiled like a flower and didn't dare to talk too much. She quietly went back to make her bamboo weaving.

Meng Liangchen put the silver next to the stool, looked up at the sky, and wanted to say something to Liang Chuan, but chatting seemed like a heavy responsibility to him. I thought for a long time before I said something: "I heard you killed the tiger?"

"Yes, you heard it too." Liang Chuan smiled at Meng Liangchen, like a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.

"Well, I also heard that your sudden look back is a good word, worthy of the ages." Meng Liangchen said again.

"Okay, the scholar will know the world without going out. The news is very well-informed." Liang Chuan looked at him with a little admiration.

"People are always changing." Meng Liangchen said with a haha.

Liang Chuan said nothing. Meng Liangchen himself could understand this principle, which was better than anything else.

"I want to teach here for the rest of my life now, and I feel quite calm."

At this time, Liang Chuan slowly put down the axe, then looked at Meng Liangchen upright, and said to him meaningfully: "Don't underestimate the position of sir. You may not know him, but I know a great minister who has been a rural teacher. He has worked hard to be full. However, such a person will never forget his origins and his ancestors for the rest of his life. He has become a veteran of the five dynasties, two imperial teachers, and a minister of power for 43 years. He has always fought for the country and the people on the front line of politics. When the great mission is brought to your shoulders, I hope you are ready. This is not a small matter. The hidden dragon must lie dormant before ascending to heaven."

Meng Liangchen read all the classics and history, and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors have never heard of such a great figure so far. He blinked twice and looked at Liang Chuan sincerely, as if questioning this story.

"Don't believe it anymore. I've visited a lot of history forums. This story comes from real people and real stories." Liang Chuan said seriously: "This person is not simple. This mother, who was remarried at the age of six, was asked to be modified by her stepfather. At the age of eight, she knew how to secretly worship her ancestors. Even his stepfather was moved by him and helped him restore his original surname. What were you doing when you were eight years old?"

“I’m out writing on the street.”
Chapter completed!