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Shen Mingyu lay on the bed, staring at the wooden board above, lost in thought.
After a moment, as if realizing something, a slight smile appeared on his lips. He got up, tidied himself, and took out the little silver he had left, gently placing it on the table.
Looking around the room, he thought that since he had paid, he should take what he deserved.
By noon, when the innkeeper came to clean and knocked on the door, finding no one inside to respond, he opened the door himself.
The attendant was immediately dumbfounded and went to call the Innkeeper.
“Damn it! Looking so respectable, yet turns out to be a thief. Where is my vase? Where is my bed? My... my wardrobe? Ahhh!!! I will kill this dog thief!”
The furious owner nearly spat blood, vowing to kill Shen Mingyu.
Saying this, he rushed out, but unfortunately, the wind and snow were too strong; after just a few steps, he was buried in it, with no trace of Shen Mingyu left.
This couldn’t be blamed on the owner; it could only be said that Shen Mingyu was too cunning.
He had eaten a meal, drunk over ten jars of wine, and slept through the night, leaving only a single copper coin on the table. It was truly... But what was even more surprising was that such a large room now only had a table left. The table was in disarray with cups and dishes scattered about; one could say it looked like it had been chewed by a dog. There was also a broken empty wine jar on the floor.
It seemed that the person had left it behind because the table was too dirty; even the stool was gone. The entire room felt empty, and with the cold wind coming through the window, it was even more desolate.
It really was hard on that innkeeper; his hair stood on end.
Before dawn broke, Shen Mingyu jumped out of the window. He glanced back at the inn, grinned widely, and walked away without looking back, disappearing into the wind and snow.
"Madam, your son is simply not cut out for studying; he is naturally skilled at woodworking. Why do you keep forcing him to do something he doesn't want? I only asked him to go into the nearby mountains to chop some wood. He hasn't gone missing and will be back soon."
"What are you talking about! I work from dawn to dusk weaving and embroidering so that our Zhuzi can learn more, unlike his lazy father who stays at home all day mumbling to a piece of wood. You, instead of teaching him properly, encourage him to hug a piece of wood too. How dare you! Stand right there; I swear I'll beat you!"
"You are being unreasonable. What's wrong with being a carpenter? Why must he pursue a degree? No wonder your son doesn't want to come home and prefers to stay in the woodshed at the school."
The woman, infuriated by these words, grabbed a broom from the wall and chased after the man, cursing him as she ran through the school.
The man ahead was Shen Mingyu, who had escaped from Endless Snowy Days two months ago, now dressed in coarse linen clothes and looking like a teacher.
After leaving Endless Snowy Days, Shen Mingyu wandered aimlessly, unsure of where to go.
It was evident that wherever he went, there was nothing but barren land. Soon his Spatial Ring was full, and more people began to pursue him. There were few places left for him to hide, and the notice board on the city wall was plastered with his wanted posters.
Shen Mingyu glanced at one and couldn't help but complain; each drawing was uglier than the last, looking as if a dog had licked it.
It wasn't until half a month ago that he arrived in this small village.
This place is remote, located in the southwest of Snow State, surrounded by mountains and fields with fresh air that is invigorating. Although it is part of the Lower Realm, it is still a rare good place.
Because the previous teacher moved to the city, Shen Mingyu took the initiative to replace the Teacher's position. The villagers saw that he still had the air of a scholar and could recognize a few characters, so they allowed him to stay in the school.
However, they did not expect that although he appeared to be serious, he was actually quite unruly.
He either stole chickens from one household to roast and eat or climbed the loquat tree in front of another house, or even dug up buried old treasures. No one knew how he managed it, but he was surprisingly accurate; several families' stocks of red wine had disappeared.
But what could they do? What could they do?
After all, in this remote village, having a teacher was already a blessing, especially since he did not charge tuition but only asked for food. So those who gathered at the school gate, hearing "No fees, just food to fill the stomach," grumbled and returned home.
They didn't want money; they just wanted some food. Although the methods of obtaining it were unacceptable, not charging money was something they could tolerate.
How many coins could these people have anyway? They simply put up with it.
Upon moving into the school, Shen Mingyu found it completely empty, so he took out the furniture he had "bought" along the way and filled it with stools and tables.
He also changed his bed every day in his room.
The school began to take shape, and many children came to attend classes. Life was peaceful at first, but this person was inherently restless.
A few days ago, he was still telling stories and teaching characters.
In the blink of an eye, the truth was revealed. Today, instead of teaching those students to experience the hardships of the people by digging for sweet potatoes or picking watermelons in the fields, they were actually down by the river, supposedly learning to use swords, but in reality, they were just fishing.
Each child held a sharpened stick, thrusting it vigorously into the water. It looked somewhat like they were trying to fish, but that was only if one ignored the fish being grilled on the shore.
When parents noticed their children shouting every day about going to school and hardly eating at home, they began to suspect something was amiss.
Once someone discovered the truth, that person shamelessly claimed, "This is called learning through teaching."
These were just a bunch of mischievous kids. Being with such a teacher could only lead them astray.
That day, many parents dragged their children, who were lying on the ground refusing to go home, without any argument.
However, when they returned home, they found that their children had indeed learned quite a few characters and reluctantly allowed them to continue attending school.
It really wasn't easy to learn just a few characters.
On the edge of the village lived a family where the man was a carpenter. He would fall asleep every night hugging a piece of wood, which infuriated his wife to the point of scolding him several times, "Why don't you just go live with that piece of wood!"
When they had a son, he turned out to be just as fond of wood as his father. To prevent his son from becoming like him, he sent him to school.
Unexpectedly, his son became particularly fond of this teacher and spent days at school without returning home, discussing knowledge with this teacher—engaging in mischief.
When the woman realized her son hadn't returned for two days, she went looking for him at the school.
It wasn't until the result came out that she realized her son was just like his father. She recalled how he hadn't been home much these past few days, spending every night carving wood and not even returning home, all while that Teacher encouraged him.
Seeing the person who was shielding him, the woman couldn't help but feel her anger rising.
After chasing for a while, the woman finally stopped, exhausted. She threw down her broom, bent over with her hands on her knees, and said, "I'm not going to argue with you anymore. Just tell me where my Zhuzi is right now, and I'll leave."
Upon hearing this, Shen Mingyu also stopped running: "Auntie, you finally asked me. Zhuzi is over at East Mountain, not far from here. You should hurry!"
After receiving the information, the woman said nothing more, straightened up, glared at Shen Mingyu, and walked away.
Looking at the mess in the yard and the door panel that was kicked so hard it seemed about to fall off, Shen Mingyu silently paid tribute to Zhuzi's father. Truly a warrior for taking in a shrew and redeeming the world.
"Lady Lu is really... quite fierce!"
"Look at that door; I doubt I could even lift it with one kick. Her strength is greater than an ox's."
The onlookers were also shocked. The big door finally couldn't withstand it and fell with a thud after Lady Lu left, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Shen Mingyu didn't have time to dodge and got covered in dirt. Wearing Teacher's clothes, he looked somewhat ridiculous with his face covered in grime.
"Cough cough."
"Everyone probably won't be able to attend class today. It seems the school will reopen in a few days, so come back then!"
"Ah, let's disperse. There's nothing interesting to see."
"I'm going home to cook."
After Shen Mingyu sent away the onlookers at the school gate, he waved his hand, using his spiritual energy to break the scattered wooden planks into smaller pieces, then piled them up in the woodshed. To his surprise, it was already full and there was quite a lot left over, so he just left the remaining pieces outside.
Once everything was tidied up, the sky had darkened a bit. While fishing by the river, Shen Mingyu suddenly thought of someone.
By now, his mother should have found the pillar, right? She wouldn't beat him to death, would she?
Thinking of Lady Lu's fighting ability made Shen Mingyu shiver.
Forget it, I should go take a look; after all, I did encourage this.
He arrived at Lady Lu's house with ease but soon realized that neither of them had returned. In the yard, there was only a man continuously chopping wood, completely unaware of Shen Mingyu standing behind him.
Could it be that they haven't come back yet?
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