The Directorate was very big. Yu Song followed Uncle Wan for a full fifteen minutes before arriving at a courtyard with black tiles and white walls. There was a corridor, a house, a well, and green bamboo inside. The difference was that Yu Song could not see any farming tools here.
If Yan Jiuchao hadn't accidentally seen him writing on the ground, he would probably have been a country bumpkin in Lotus Flower Village for the rest of his life. He never dreamed that he would become one of the many scholars.
Yu Song hugged the bag in his arms and watched blankly as the scholar in white walked past him. He had heard Uncle Wan mention that the students of the Directorate were called Directorate Students. They were one level higher than ordinary scholars.
Uncle Wan turned around and saw Yu Song in a daze. He could not help but laugh. "Second Young Master, you will get used to it in the future. You're the same as them. You're both the Directorate's students."
