Chapter 1 Get out

  "Get out!"

  Xu Yuansuo lay on the bed with tears streaming down his face, and his ears still echoed with his husband's angry roar.

  He wasn't ashamed of being driven out of class by Mr. Fu, there were two main reasons, one was physical and the other was mental.

  He is injured because he was beaten.

  Moreover, unable to retaliate, can't even utter a harsh word.

  This is probably the unspoken pain of all sons who have been brutally beaten by their mothers.

  In his heart, it was because he happened to pass through.

  The soul that has taken over this body is a young entrepreneur who was a pioneer in the 21st century and had achieved success.

  It's imaginable that from a business elite with an infinitely bright future, he became a Ming dynasty academic trash with an empty brain, the gap is huge.

  Xu Yuansuo didn't dare to recall his parents who had raised him with hardship and bitterness.

  They exhausted themselves for their own sake, from fetal education, early childhood education to studying abroad, professional choices, skill perfection, psychological construction... everything was scientifically adjusted in the best way. Just when the fruit was ripe, the son was gone!

  How did I lose it?

  Xu Yuansuo finally came back to his senses from the shocking turn of events and began to recall his last memories.

  At that time he was sitting in his office on the 78th floor of the Global Financial Center Building...

  That's it!

  No planes crashed into buildings, no tsunami earthquake apocalypse, and no alien visit... anyway, Xu Yuanshuo is here.

  It was a matter of course that I had an extra fifteen years of life, and an extra pair of parents from the Ming Dynasty with a clear origin and inheritance.

  There is also a sixteen-year-old sister and a twelve-year-old brother.

  Xu Yuansuo took a deep breath and tried to prop himself up.

  Because the chest is really pressed and feels somewhat suffocated.

  He looked down at his collar and saw that his skin was fair and slightly furrowed, indicating that his parents in this era had not let him go hungry.

  Ouch.

  The door opened and Xu Yuanshuo turned his head to see the sister of this body.

  Exactly like the sister in my memory.

  This is normal, because the image of sister in the brain was updated just half an hour ago.

  At that time, Xu Yuanshuo was being beaten, and his sister handed a stick to their mother.

  Xu Yuansuo turned his head away.

  Although he took over with a body that had been beaten, it cannot be denied that there is continuity between the body and soul.

  The dark-skinned sister held a cracked ceramic bowl in her hand and sat directly on Xu Yuansu's bed, also pushing her brother in by several inches. Then she lifted up Xu Yuansu's hem and quickly pulled down his pants.

  "What are you doing!" Xu Yuansuo hastily reached out to pull up his pants and spat out a clear and fluent string of dialect.

  "Give you some medicine! Let go!" Xu sister didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed of her previous behavior, and said with a straight face: "If it's torn, you can just go out with your bare butt."

  Xu Yuansuo immediately loosened his grip and buried his head in the bran pillow.

  A cool sensation spread through her buttocks, and the scorching pain that had been there just a moment before instantly vanished.

  Xu Yuansuo had just caught his breath when the scorching pain suddenly counterattacked, coming back even more fiercely.

  Luckily, sister applied a new ointment in good rhythm, and coolness once again conquered the pain.

  Just as Xu Yuanshuo was experiencing a tug-of-war on the battlefield of buttocks, his sister suddenly slapped him with a loud slap.

  "Ah yo yo......" The situation on the battlefield has completely turned around, and Xu Yuansuo couldn't help but shout out.

  "Why were you chased out by the master again today?" Xu sister asked irritably, covering her buttocks with a thin cotton cloth.

  "Why say again?" Xu Yuansuo asked casually, and immediately answered himself: "It's okay, after Mid-Autumn Festival, this is the sixth time we've been driven out. Hmm, it wasn't like this before! Sister, did our family give too little gifts during Mid-Autumn Festival?"

  Sister Xu's originally dark face was even more shrouded in a layer of gloom, and she almost couldn't resist sprinkling some salt on her brother's wound - mainly because salt is quite expensive.

  She said: "Mother has been saving the cotton cloth for a long time, made new clothes and shoes, and picked up a basket of eggs at home, sealed five taels of silver, and asked Master to teach you... but you... are too disappointing!"

  Xu Yuansuo remembered that at the time, his mother took him and his younger brother to Fu Zi's house. Judging from Fu Zi's expression at the time, he should have been very satisfied with this gift.

  Relying on Xu Yuanshuo's historical foundation as a liberal arts elementary school tyrant, of course, he also understood that just "five taels of silver" would be enough to be considered a huge sum in Songjiang Prefecture in the second year of Longqing.

  Five taels of silver can buy a good mu of land or thirty bolts of white cloth, roughly equivalent to the annual expenditure of an ordinary peasant family.

  Reading books is really expensive!

  Huh, didn't I start understanding things when I was seven?

  Xu Yuansuo didn't ask out loud, because he just compared the content of Fuzi's lectures before and after Mid-Autumn Festival, and found a knowledge point that had never been seen in books: In private schools, the basic duty of teachers is only to teach students to recognize characters and write. To explain the content, you need to pay extra money, which is called "opening lectures".

  Xu's family in Zhuli Town was a middle-class household, not wealthy but better off than the poor. Because his father did business outside, Xu Yuanshuo could still eat meat and wear white clothes.

  The private school basically did not charge tuition fees, relying on the support of wealthy families in the town, and was a public welfare nature. Even so, when Xu Yuansuo and his brother went to the private school in the town, their mother still had to do laundry for people, do some needlework to make ends meet, and only then could they afford to buy pens, ink and paper without affecting their living standards too much.

  But if you want to get a fifty-year-old veteran to expound on his theories, money is always indispensable.

  Have to say, Mr. Fu is very dedicated to his work.

  After he took Xu Mu's gift, he indeed changed his usual indulgence and disregard for Xu Yuansu, translating the words on the Analects into human language - hmm, the words of the Ming Dynasty people, trying hard to make Xu Yuansu understand what the sage said and thought.

  At the same time, Xu Yuansuo also tasted something he had never tasted before: the ruler.

  With a crack, there was a red mark on his hand.

  This is also bought with money.

  If you don't give money, Master won't bother to spend the effort.

  Unfortunately, Xu Yuansuo really didn't have the talent for studying, leaving his teacher thoroughly defeated, to the point where every time he graded homework, there was only one sentence: "Get out!"

  "Today, Master Fu asked his disciples: You have been studying for years, what in the Analects is most in line with your hearts? Try to say a thing or two."

  A boy with a big head and small body slipped in through the door, still wearing his hair in a queue, with a bit of fat on his face. On closer inspection, he looked somewhat similar to Xu Yuansuo. He was not very old, but had a good command of language, especially when imitating the tone of the master.

  This is exactly Xiao Xu Yuanshuo's three-year-old younger brother, Xu Liangshuo.

  Xu Yuansuo buried his head in the pillow again and let out a deep sigh.

  He already knew what would happen next.

  "Everyone present said: 'My doctrine is that of an all-pervading unity... Learning without thought is labor lost; it is also a waste to think without learning...' Xu Liangzuo nodded and shook his head, as if reciting from memory, yet also explaining the text."

  "What did your brother say?" Sister Xu interrupted her younger brother's boasting and asked directly.

  "My brother said..." Xu Liangzuo covered his mouth, barely holding back the urge to burst out laughing, and continued in a calm tone: "My brother said: 'One should not be tired of fine food, nor dislike delicate dishes.' The master got angry at that time and yelled at him: Get out!"

  "Shut up!" Xu Yuansu finally couldn't help but shout in anger.

  Xu Liangzuo fully revealed his naughty nature, haha laughing loudly, clapping hands and stomping feet, until the sound of his mother's angry shout came from downstairs: "What are you making a noise about! Do you want to tear down the house?!"

  Sister Xu gave Xu Yuanshuo a sideways glance and said: "You only know how to be arrogant at home. The saint said so many things, but you only remember the part about eating!"

  Xu Yuansuo was speechless.

  Before this soul had taken up residence, this brain was indeed empty.

  Xu Yuanzuo classmate almost never used his brain!

  Xu Yuanshuo took a deep breath and said, "Since it's what the saints have said, the sages have recorded, and has been passed down for thousands of generations until today, there must be profound meaning hidden within. Why is it that as soon as this sentence is spoken, it becomes embarrassing? If it's really embarrassing, why did Confucius say it?"

  Sister and brother were both stunned at the same time.

  Sister did not think that her big brother could say such a long speech without getting tongue-tied!

  Is this still the same old mute and speechless Xu Yuanshuo?

  Xu Liangzuo was shocked that his brother's words were flawless!

  The Analects is a sacred scripture, so every word is a precious pearl. Similarly, the words of Confucius are all sacred, how can they be divided into three six nine grades? Is it that "to conquer oneself and return to propriety is benevolence" and "not being tired of refined food or fine words" are not benevolent?

  Xu Yuansuo saw that his sister and brother had calmed down, and the bad air in his heart finally dissipated a bit. He propped himself up, endured the pain, and lay on his side, saying: "If I really only cared about eating, I would have recited that 'Seven Not to Eat' poem!"

  Sister hadn't read books and didn't know the allusion of "seven not eating", slightly ashamed. Xu Liangzuo did know, but was suppressed by his brother, only dared to whisper: "Such a big passage, can you recite it?"

  "Hmm!" Xu Yuansu scowled and glared angrily.

  Xu Liangzuo ultimately suffered a loss due to his age and left in a huff.