Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 72: Routine, Why Do We Need Good Advice?

After a long time, Mr. Yushan withdrew his gaze and returned to his desk to write.

His hand was steady, and the brush seemed to come alive in his hand, moving constantly across the paper. His notes were neat, but between the lines there was a hint of sharpness and murderous aura.

He wrote four or five pages in a row before stopping, putting them in three envelopes and sealing them with wax.

Then he went out with the three letters, turned his wheelchair and soon arrived at the school gate.

There is a small room next to the school gate, where a sixty-year-old man is guarding the room. He is usually responsible for questioning and registering people entering and leaving.

Seeing Mr. Yushan coming, he hurried out and said, "Master, do you have something to tell me? Since you have difficulty walking, why don't you send someone to call me?"

As he spoke, a trace of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes. He had watched Mr. Yushan grow up and had long regarded him as his junior. He was such a young man full of vigor and vitality back then, but now he has lost both legs and has to use a wheelchair to get around.

Mr. Yushan usually has no one to serve him, and he basically does everything by himself. This is related to his philosophy. This old man is an old servant of his family. He has been loyal and hardworking for many years, so he should not be dismissed.

Mr. Yushan once had a companion, a boy his family had arranged for him since he was young. Growing up together, they were more like family than family. However, ten years ago, when he was preparing for the imperial examination in Beijing, he was killed in a mountain dragon incident. Since then, he has never had a similar companion. For some reason, he even transferred his maid away from him...

"Uncle Zhong, I've told you many times that I'm just a teacher in the school. There are no masters or young masters here, only teachers and students," Mr. Yushan said with a smile.

Uncle Zhong said helplessly: "Yes, yes, Mr. Yushan, is this okay?"

He truly regarded Mr. Yushan as his junior, and without too many scruples, he followed his wishes. In fact, he preferred to call him Young Master, as that was more intimate, and one should not forget one's roots.

When Mr. Yushan took over the family business, he dismissed most of the slaves, changed the slaves' status to menial jobs at the government office, and helped the dismissed servants find a livelihood. Everyone remembers this kindness.

He has his own ideas. Although reality has made him realize that some things are beyond his control, he has always set an example. The people working around him are in an employment relationship, and there is no distinction between superiors and subordinates.

After a brief greeting, Mr. Yushan took out the three letters he had prepared and handed them over, saying, "Uncle Zhong, please arrange for someone to help me deliver these three letters to the relevant persons as soon as possible."

"Okay," Uncle Zhong took it and nodded.

At first he didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just an ordinary letter, but when he saw the address and signature on the envelope, he looked at Mr. Yushan in surprise, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

The three letters were sent to the Lanfeng County Government Office, the Jingting County Magistrate's Mansion, and the Jianghu sect Qingye Villa respectively. The closest one was only a few dozen miles away from the county town, while the farthest one was more than 200 miles away at the Fenglin Lake.

After all, they had been together for decades. Mr. Yushan could sense Uncle Zhong's worry and said with a smile, "It's just a small matter, Uncle Zhong, don't worry too much."

Slightly relieved, Uncle Zhong hesitated to speak, but in the end he said nothing. He nodded and said, "I'll arrange for someone to send it over as soon as possible."

When he saw the three letters, he thought that his young master's heart, which had been silent for ten years, was restless again. You must know that just because people found out that he had "problems in his thinking", his future was ruined and he almost died. If he was not famous, his excessive actions would cause a shock in the official circles. In addition, Mr. Yushan had lost his enterprising spirit and was quite sensible. It was even possible that his family would be destroyed!

Uncle Zhong was really afraid that his young master would become restless. It wasn't that he was afraid, but he was already old, and he was mainly worried that Mr. Yushan would go down a path of no return.

Nodding, Mr. Yushan said, "Uncle Zhong, please open the door for me. I need to go out for a while and will be back later."

"Then please wait a moment, young master. I will help you arrange a car to accompany you," said Uncle Zhong, looking at his legs.

Mr. Yushan said helplessly: "Uncle Zhong, you forgot again"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Yushan, that's enough."

Smiling, he shook his head and said, "No need to go through so much trouble. I can do it myself. It's more convenient." "Really? Don't you need it?" Uncle Zhong hesitated.

"Uncle Zhong, you don't know me yet. Even though I lost my legs, I'm not a cripple."

"All right……"

Then he opened the school door and Mr. Yushan pushed the wheelchair out. He could have opened the door himself, but the bolt was a bit high and it was inconvenient for him to sit in the wheelchair.

After leaving the house, Mr. Yushan went straight down the mountain amid the greetings of the servants left outside the school. His wheelchair moved as if it were on flat ground. It seemed slow but actually fast when there was no one around. He flicked the wheel lightly with his hand, and the wheelchair was like an arrow from a bow. In the blink of an eye, it was far away, leaving behind a little dust in its path that was dispersed by the wind.

If Chen Xuan saw this scene, he would definitely be stunned. My goodness, the wheelchair was driving at the speed of a sports car and even drifting. Not to mention the structure and material of the wheelchair, how could an ordinary person make the wheelchair look like a drag racing car?

After leaving the courtyard, Gao Jingming simply put the previous events behind him. Children would not worry about so many things. His master told him not to worry about it, and he really didn't take it to heart at all.

On the way back to the dormitory, he suddenly became interested and said, "Xuan, you said you would teach me how to blow leaves. How about now?"

"Okay," Chen Xuan had no problem with it of course. This was not some secret skill that was to be shown to others. Besides, it was because of him that Mr. Yushan took over what he had been thinking about. He could just treat it as a courtesy to make the child happy, and he had promised it before.

Gao Jingming couldn't wait any longer and said, "Okay, let's go quickly. Call Linzi and the others, they want to learn too. Oh, and bring the sepak takraw, so they can learn to blow leaves and juggle the ball at the same time without any delay."

Chen Xuan was immediately surprised. Can you do two things at the same time?
And then he actually saw it soon after.

Probably in order to show off their skills at some point, several children agreed to run to a remote corner to learn how to blow leaves from Chen Xuan. They learned very seriously, but their feet did not stop, and the sepak takraw was bouncing up and down as if it was growing on their feet. Although it occasionally fell, their juggling skills were really amazing.

The problem is that this child is only seven or eight years old.

From this, Chen Xuan inferred that the sport of Cuju was probably extremely popular throughout the entire Jing Kingdom, and that people who were rich and had free time regarded it as a hobby.

They didn't finish until it was almost dark. Blowing leaves was just a matter of skill, not difficult. Zhou Lin learned the fastest and could already play a tune on his own. Gao Jingming also basically grasped the key points and would be able to master it with a few more practices. Deng Lingfeng and Tian Xueyu hadn't gotten started yet, and Luo Taiyun had no idea how to do it. He simply had no interest and gave up after a while...

After the event, everyone went back to their residence, and Chen Xuan collected the dried clothes.

After lighting the lamp, Chen Xuan had nothing to do, so he took out paper and pen to continue practicing calligraphy. Seeing this, Gao Jingming felt embarrassed to go to sleep directly, so he forced himself to study.

After laying out the paper, grinding the ink, and lighting the incense for him, Chen Xuan continued to work on his own things, thinking to himself, "This work attitude should be considered positive, right?" Although he didn't verbally supervise Gao Jingming's study, he was guiding him with practical actions.

Look, it's better to do than to say. Just go with the flow and use a little trick. He fell into the trap and there's no need to preach any big principles.

This person is afraid of everyone being bad together. If someone works hard and there is comparison, others will feel embarrassed to sit idle.

With the encouragement from Mr. Yushan, Chen Xuan forced himself to focus, but he still couldn't help but have some random thoughts popping up, such as what Mr. Yushan would do next, whether it would cause trouble, what would happen to those people, and when would there be a result...

As the night deepened, Chen Xuan stopped because his wrist ached. Studying also requires a combination of work and rest.

People in this world go to bed early and, of course, get up early too. After washing up, Gao Jingming quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Chen Xuan continued to practice calligraphy for a while, and after making sure Gao Jingming was sleeping soundly, he quietly used extra paper to mark the pinyin of the article he was reciting today. Once he memorized it, it would be equivalent to knowing one or two hundred more characters.

After the lights-out bell rang, Chen Xuan planned to rest, but when he looked out the window, he saw people still sneaking out to read under the moonlight. He thought to himself that he was already quite diligent, but there were many who far surpassed him...

(End of this chapter)