The next day, early morning.

Chen Fufeng, who has always been lazy, got up early today, sat under the eaves and tilted his feather fan, staring at the gushing sun and pondering hard.

The crime of exile is generally lifeless unless one day the emperor remembers it or encounters any major change. This has nothing to do with Master Chen. He neither knows the emperor nor has he had such a wide connection. Even if the chief official is "rehabilitated", no one will remember him, the implicated assistant.

As for the kind-hearted master I once followed, he returned home after being a Beijing official for a year, and died of illness while staying filial. People in the world praised his filial piety, saying that he missed his deceased mother too much. In fact, he ate too much and had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage one day and died of burp.

If Chen Fufeng was not raped up the mountain, he would have to stay in Yunnan for the rest of his life until he died of illness, old age or starvation.

Now, a child prodigy emerged, and Master Chen suddenly saw the dawn of hope.

We must help our disciples get their household registration done!

Chen Fucong has been a rank for more than ten years and is familiar with all kinds of operations. There are at least three ways to get a household registration.

First, let local chieftains organize household registration in Qingzhai.

If placed in other areas, this method is the most feasible because it is a political achievement for officials. Unfortunately, this is the territory under the chieftains, and the fewer villages are organized, the better. Heishanling Village uses villages as units and directly pays taxes and labor service to the chieftains, which has nothing to do with the court.

Second, go out to appoint a Lijia, find a way to get a few acres of land, and then report it to the local government.

The Ming Dynasty court encouraged refugees to reclaim land and encouraged the reorganization of refugees. As long as you have land in your hands, let the government recognize the nature of land reclamation, obtaining a household registration is both easy and formal. Of course, money must be made during the operation, and the money should not be too small.

Third, spend a lot of money to clear local relations and find a prefecture and county to take the exam!

Unfortunately, for Wang Yuan, these three methods are very difficult.

"You can only move from time to time!"

Chen Fufeng murmured to himself, and he was not in a hurry, because his disciples were still young anyway.

At this moment, the third-good student Liu Yaozu rushed over and bowed very politely: "Student Liu Yaozu greets the teacher, can you start class?"

Chen Fuchang said speechlessly: "I haven't had breakfast yet, you came too early."

Liu Yaozu took out a sorghum cake from his arms like a treasure: "Sir, this is made by my mother for you. There is no bran, but corn, and the oil and salt are added. I smell it so delicious!"

Such crude food actually made Master Chen rush his index finger and praised: "Yes, you are a sensible child and you also know how to respect the teacher."

Liu Yaozu quickly presented the sorghum cake: "Sir, please try it."

Master Chen immediately took it and couldn't wait to take a big bite. While chewing, he found that Liu Yaozu looked at him with his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and kept swallowing his saliva. Chen Fufeng couldn't help but ask, "You haven't eaten yet?"

"I've eaten it." Liu Yaozu shook his saliva with his sleeves.

Chen Fufeng finally understood that this sorghum cake with sufficient oil and salt and no bran was mostly filial to him by the Liu family. Carpenter Liu and his wife and children would definitely not be willing to eat it. He was moved at the moment and broke the sorghum cake with expressionless expression, handed it back halfway and said, "You can eat it too."

"My father said, this is for the sir." Liu Yaozu shook his head repeatedly, not daring to look at the sorghum cake again, for fear that he would not be able to resist the temptation.

Chen Fufeng said with a stern face: "If you don't eat, I won't teach you how to read!"

Liu Yaozu suddenly had a brain crash and was in a dilemma, not knowing how to choose.

"Oh, crazy!"

Chen Fufeng sighed and stuffed the sorghum cakes over.

Liu Yaozu did not dare to disobey his master's order, nor did he dare to disobey his father's order. He had to pack half of the sorghum cake and planned to take it home and hand it over to his father for disposal.

The poor peasants in the Ming Dynasty usually only had two meals a day. They went to work just dawn in the morning, and then went home to eat when the sun rose. After breakfast, they continued to work, and had dinner in advance in about half an afternoon.

In other words, there is at least one hour before breakfast.

Master Chen finished gnawing half of the sorghum cake and said to Liu Yaozu: "You accompany me to the village."

"good!"

Liu Yaozu was quite excited. He was finally able to help his husband do things, although it was just a trivial matter of walking around casually.

At this moment, Wang Yuan no longer monitored Chen Fucong. He believed that Master Chen was a wise man, and he would not escape again after he figured out the situation. The barbarians were everywhere at the foot of the mountain, and Master Chen had no one to join. Where could he escape in a hurry?

Liu Yaozu accompanied the teacher to take a walk in the village. He wanted to speak but stopped several times, but he still had no courage to say it.

"If you have something to say!" Chen Fuchang couldn't stand it anymore.

Liu Yaozu seemed to have done something bad to the sky, and suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Sir, there are two places where you teach Wang Er's "Three Character Classic" that are different from what my father taught. Cococo... Maybe my father remembered it wrong. I went home last night and asked my father, and he said he remembered it right. I, I... I shouldn't question Mr., but I want to figure it out again. Really... it's really..."

Chen Fuchang interrupted: "Which two places are different?"

Liu Yaozu knelt on the ground and said, "One place is Dou Yanshan. What you teach is 'teaching five sons, and it is famous for your good reputation'. My father teaches 'teaching five sons, and it is famous for your good reputation'."

Master Chen was extremely embarrassed. It would be fine if Liu Yaozu didn't say it. How could he not know that he was wrong when he said it?

Like "Children's Words", "Three Character Classic" was also learned by Chen Fuchang more than 40 years ago. Even though he memorized it thoroughly at that time, decades have passed, and one or two sentences will inevitably make mistakes.

But Carpenter Liu is different. He only learned "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", "Children's Words" and "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" in his life. The content of these four books has been deeply engraved in his mind.

Master Chen asked again: "What else is there?"

Liu Yaozu said nervously: "There is also the place where Tang Youyu is, what you teach is the 'prosperity', and what my father teaches is the 'prosperity'."

If Wang Yuan had been here, Chen Fuchang would definitely have to protect his entire family and just use the excuse of different versions as an excuse to fool him.

But Liu Yaozu was so well-behaved that even Master Chen didn't want to bully such an honest child. He could only say: "Your father is right, but he remembered it wrong for his teacher. Confucius said: 'Knowing what you know, but not knowing what you don't know is knowledge.' "Zuo Zhuan" also says: 'It's great to know what you can correct mistakes.' Whether you are a person or a scholar, you should face your own mistakes. Only in this way can you correct your diligence. Get up, don't kneel down."

"Thank you for your teachings, sir!" Liu Yaozu was convinced and felt that the image of the teacher was so great.

What Master Chen thought to himself was: I should buy a few sets of books and come back, otherwise how can I teach you next!

The master and apprentice came to a large flat ground without realizing it.

Chen Fufeng couldn't help but exclaim: "What a flat ground!"

Liu Yaozu quickly introduced: "This is a method of using Wang Er to burn lime, and the whole village is drying food here."

Master Chen came to the dam, squatted down and looked carefully, and said dumbfoundedly: "This... is this Sanhe Earth? A small barbarian village actually uses Sanhe Earth to ramm the dam, which is a bit too luxurious."

The Sanhe Earth in the Ming Dynasty was mainly used to build the Great Wall, city walls, palaces and tombs. The method of mixing Sanhe Earth is a secret that is not passed down.

At least in the Zhili area of ​​the north and south, Sanhe soil is prohibited from being used for civil use.

Master Chen turned around and left.

Liu Yaozu hurriedly chased after him: "Sir, where are you going?"
Chapter completed!