"What is the grade of 'learning', is it as big as my father's official position?"

At the beginning of the new semester, Mr. Xueguan will take the students to pay homage to Confucius.

The other students obediently kowtowed in front of the statue of Confucius, but Zhao Kuangyin did not move, pointing and asking, "Who is this old man, why do you want to kowtow to him?"

Mr. Chen said: "Confucius Zhongni, a native of Qufu, Shandong, is the most holy teacher, the master of all ages, and the most learned person in the world!"

"What is the grade of 'learning', is it as big as my father's official position?"

"Learning is not an official, it is knowledge. Confucius is the most knowledgeable person, he understands everything, he knows everything?"

"Can you ride a horse, can you wrestle, can you fight, can you go down to the river to fish, can you go to the tree to catch it, can you make live fish and roast duck paws, can you sprinkle urine over your head?"

Mr. Chen was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little hesitant to speak: "Confucius is a sage, and what you said is a common thing-"

"He can't even ride a horse, wrestle, or fight, what kind of ability does he have? What kind of saint is he? It's almost the same as calling a saint's egg! I'm grass, and let me kneel for him?"

When other students heard Zhao Kuangyin question the teacher like this, they couldn't hold back their laughter, and the order was chaotic. Mr. Chen was annoyed, raised the ring ruler, and yelled at Zhao Kuangyin: "Stretch out your hand!"

In ancient times, corporal punishment was prevalent in the school, and when he encountered a careless or naughty student, he would beat his palm with a ruler.

Since Zhao Kuangyin was born, no one has dared to move a finger from him, and now an old man in a cloth coat who is as thin as wood actually holds a ring ruler to let him stretch out his hand, how can he listen?

Mr. Chen's ring ruler has not yet fallen, and he has been pushed by Zhao Kuangyin to fall down.

Mr. Chen was so angry that he trembled, got up and went to find Zhao Hongyin, and said: "Lord Zhao, your son has high eyes and a big temper, and he doesn't even pay attention to the Holy Ancestor, and he will demean and insult when he opens his mouth, Chen is incompetent, and he really doesn't dare to teach, so please ask your Excellency to ask for another master!"

"The child is really naughty! But you can't teach, who can teach in Luoyang City?"

Zhao Hongyin rewarded him with a high hat, and the anger in his heart had disappeared by three points.

"When I send him to the academy, I will hand him over to you. Master and apprentice are like father and son, even if you discipline me strictly!"

Zhao Hongyin said politely, and the anger in Mr. Chen's heart disappeared by three points.

Zhao Hongyin didn't wait for Mr. Chen to reply, so he asked the housekeeper to take out two taels of silver and let him buy tea to drink.

A student's tuition fee for a year is only half a tael of silver, and Zhao Hongyin casually gave away the tuition fee for several students for a year, Mr. Chen was flattered, and only nodded his head, what else is there to say?

Zhao Hongyin asked Mr. Chen to "strictly discipline his son" It was a polite cliché, and two taels of silver were indeed just a bag of tea in his eyes, but Mr. Chen was flattered, took it seriously, and tried his best to compete with Zhao Kuangyin.

Children learn writing before entering primary school. "At the age of eight, from the prince to the children of the common people, they all entered the primary school, and they were taught to sprinkle and sweep, respond, advance and retreat, etiquette, music, shooting, royal, calligraphy, and mathematics. "Hundred Family Names", "Three Character Classics", "Thousand Character Texts" and so on are the main textbooks used.

Elementary school students mainly read and write every day. At that time, when children were reading, the husband did not explain, but only taught them to read, using their natural memory to memorize. Mr. Chen teaches students according to their aptitude and is strict, and he asks ordinary students to memorize 300 to 500 words a day, and he lets them memorize 700 words if they are smarter.

To practice writing, Mr. Chen is even more strict with his students, he writes three to five model characters every day, leaving a blank line under each model character, and asks students to copy according to the stroke structure, and repeatedly write 50 to 100 articles per character.

After reading, writing, and sitting on a stool all day long, where can Zhao Kuangyin stand it?

If Zhao Kuangyin did not memorize or write, Mr. Chen would beat him in the palm of his hand; Zhao Kuangyin fought with him, and Mr. Chen complained to Zhao Hongyin; and Zhao Hongyin had to give his son a few words. Not only that, Mr. Chen also grasped Zhao Kuangyin's characteristics of self-esteem, competitiveness, and face-loving, and embarrassed Zhao Kuangyin in the school every day.

Other students already know how to memorize 500 words, Zhao Kuangyin hasn't even memorized 50 words, Mr. Chen just spot-checked Zhao Kuangyin, and found the most memorized compared with him, and commented in public, which made Zhao Kuangyin lose face.

Zhao Kuangyin was reluctant to write, in order to catch up with the speed, he cut corners indiscriminately, and wrote the words without arms and legs, sometimes in order to occupy more grids, only one was drawn in each grid. Mr. Chen ripped it off and pasted it on the wall, making everyone laugh and hurt their stomachs.

"It's hard to teach, it's hard to teach,

so as to provoke morality and hatred.

The entry and exit are managed by people, and those who are hungry and cold are pitiful.

If you beat him, you will say that you will not read it, and if you don't beat him, you will say that the teacher is not strict. ”

Mr. Chen tried every possible way to stimulate Zhao Kuangyin to study, but Zhao Kuangyin held a grudge and thought of an idea to rectify Mr. Chen.

Zhao Kuangyin once drilled Mr. Chen's urinal with a knife and made Mr. Chen spill urine on the quilt at night, and once made Mr. Chen fall through his nose on the stepping stone at Mr. Chen's door, but Mr. Chen still did not change his original intention, and constantly changed his methods to force him to study.

On this day, Mr. Chen stood on the podium, squinting his eyes, shaking his head, and leading everyone to recite the last verse of "Thousand Character Text":

Bu Shot Wingman, Ji Qin Ruan Xiao,

Tian pen Lun paper, Jun Qiao Ren fishing,

Explain the differences and customs, and all are wonderful,

Mao Shi Shuzi, Gong Fengyan smiled,

Every time the year is urged, the sun is bright,

Xuanji hangs, obscure and shining,

Refers to the salary repair, Yongsui Jishao,

Rectangular step leading, pitching the corridor temple,

Strap the solemnity, wandering and looking,

Lonely and unheard, ignorant and so on,

Predicate helper, too—"

Zhao Kuangyin held the book in his hand, looked out the window with his eyes, but read his own words in his mouth: "I grass my grass, pigs bark and dogs bark, something, it annoys me-"

He was writhing like grass on his buttocks and shouting with everyone, and suddenly saw several soldiers on the road in the distance training horses, and they were his father's subordinates, some of whom knew him. He was itchy and even more irritable, so he slipped under the table, crawled under his classmate's legs to the door, and slipped out quietly.

Mr. Chen was shaking his head and reading attentively, when he noticed that the figure flashed, he turned around and ran to the door to see that Zhao Kuangyin had already run in front of the soldiers, grabbed the reins, and climbed onto the back of the horse.

Those soldiers are all Zhao Hongyin's subordinates and know Zhao Kuangyin. What's more, Zhao Kuangyin ran over coldly, grabbed the reins and rode on, and they were all stunned.

When Mr. Chen saw Zhao Kuangyin get on the horse, he was immediately so frightened that cold sweat flowed down his spine, and he ran over desperately.

The child is a delicate baby who commands adults, if there are three long and two short, even if he falls down and breaks a few pieces of skin, he will not be able to bear it. Human life is at stake, and he can't help but be in a hurry.

He forgot that he was skinny, a Confucian who couldn't even grasp a chicken, so he just slipped into the middle of the road, like a praying mantis blocking a car, and waved his thin stick arm to block Zhao Kuangyin's horse's head.

Zhao Kuangyin had nowhere to vent his resentment against Mr. Chen, and when he saw Mr. Chen standing in front of the horse, he lashed the whip, and Mr. Chen's thin skeleton was hit by the horse's head like a leaf.

Mr. Chen fell to the ground, broke one leg and two ribs, and lay in bed for half a year without getting up.

Mr. Chen can't teach, even if he is injured, Mr. Chen won't ask Zhao Kuangyin again; he just wants Zhao Kuangyin, and Zhao Kuangyin won't go again.

Zhao Hongyin could only let his son drop out of school and live a free and easy life.

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