Chapter 110: The Master of the Master - Chen Yinke

I haven't seen him for almost ten days, Jin Wensheng's spirit seems to be a lot better, it is estimated that he can tell a story, the old man is in a good mood, as soon as he is in a good mood, his body will follow, and Wang Yao will also be happy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"It seems that we are still immortal. Jin Wensheng said with a smile.

"Of course, you are the Dragon Slayer Sword. Wang Yao complimented.

"If you go out, you'll be a sycophant. Jin Wensheng laughed and said, "Is it interesting abroad?"

"It's very interesting, those foreign devils understand politeness, but they don't have much knowledge. Wang Yao smiled.

"I can't blame them, when I thought about the Qing Dynasty, we were fascinated by foreign devils with a single tea, and porcelain, they themselves have no knowledge. Jin Wensheng chuckled.

"You're right. Wang Yao smiled, "But there are also a lot of good things in foreign countries, so I'll take you out for a walk when I have time." ”

"No, I haven't studied my own things yet, why are you going out?" Jin Wensheng raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"That being said, it's always a good idea to take a look. Wang Yao said.

Jin Wensheng thought for a while, "Well, let's talk about it then, is Mr. Qigong here?"

"It's coming. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"I've been famous for a long time, but I didn't expect to see each other. Jin Wensheng rubbed his hands and glanced at Wang Yao, "It also takes your face." ”

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have me. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Sure enough, it has grown. Jin Wensheng smiled and pushed the door in.

The room was lively, Mr. Big, Mr. Qigong, and Mr. Hu Congwu were sitting on the sofa, the coffee table was full of books, and there was a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on another desk.

"Well, let's not bother. Jin Wensheng saw the scene for a moment, and pulled Wang Yao without disturbing, these old men who were engaged in academics became serious, which was indeed a little scary.

Aunt Sun and Hu Congwu's wife, brought by Mr. Qigong, stood aside and chatted, and the food in the restaurant behind them was covered.

"Don't wait for them, it's estimated that they won't be hungry for a while, let's eat first." Wang Yao smiled: "Spiritual food." ”

"Then I'll go and heat the dishes, and you wash your hands. Aunt Sun smiled.

"No need to heat it, it's still mild, sit down and eat together." Wang Yao said with a smile.

Aunt Sun They still have some traditions, in the past, women were not allowed to eat together at the table, Wang Yao said for a while before eating together, while eating Wang Yao explained, "I will buy some pastries tomorrow, a few of them will definitely forget to sleep and eat when they start learning, as long as they can ensure two meals, there is no problem, prepare more fruits and pastries to supplement nutrition, tea, try to make the kind of big red robe brought by Aunt Sun, our Longjing will be forgotten." ”

Aunt Sun and the two kept it in mind.

"What are you going to do?" Seeing that Wang Yao was explaining again, Jin Wensheng asked.

"Troupe, the experiment isn't done yet. Wang Yao smiled, "Don't worry, when I think about it, let's go to the capital to settle down." ”

"How are you doing in Hangzhou?" Jin Wensheng frowned slightly.

"I have a house of my own over there, and it's convenient for you over there, and it's also convenient for them to do their studies. Wang Yao said with a smile.

Jin Wensheng frowned and nodded, and hesitated, "But at the feet of the Son of Heaven." ”

"Master, what age are they? Wang Yao interrupted with a smile.

Jin Wensheng took a sip of soup and looked at Wang Yao, who was eating, "No." ”

"Why not?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"You're so busy every day, and the storytelling thing is gone. Jin Wensheng frowned and said.

Wang Yao's heart tightened, "Don't be picky, I have sorted out the few monster books handed down by Mr. He, and I haven't fallen behind at all." ”

Looking at Wang Yao's nervous appearance, Jin Wensheng smiled and touched his head, "Look at you, do you have a guilty conscience?"

The corners of Wang Yao's mouth twitched.

"You're doing a great job. Jin Wensheng squinted his eyes and gently touched Wang Yao's head.

Wang Yao's body stiffened, blinked, his heart was inexplicably warm, and the corners of his eyes were sour.

"It's been done very well. Jin Wensheng smiled and said lovingly, "But you can't do everything alone, you have to leave food for others, right?" ”

Wang Yao smiled and swallowed the food in his mouth, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to find another seedling. Jin Wensheng said, "In the past, I didn't dare to accept apprentices for fear of misleading people's children, but now it's different, telling stories in the teahouse opposite, there is still an income, and it's still okay to raise a few apprentices." ”

"Didn't you say that to slap me in the face?" Wang Yao smiled, "I have to provide for you." ”

"I didn't accept you to find a pensioner. Jin Wensheng bent his eyes and smiled, "You have done well enough, beyond my expectations, Master can't trouble you anymore." ”

Wang Yao frowned, stood up and knelt in front of Jin Wensheng, with a serious expression.

"What are you doing, kid?" Jin Wensheng was startled when he saw Wang Yao kneeling.

"Master, did I do something wrong?" Wang Yao pursed his lips, his voice trembling a little, and Jin Wensheng's words made him uneasy as if he was saying goodbye.

"Silly boy, I just hate that you don't have time to accompany the master, and I want to accept a few apprentices, you have to rebel against God. Jin Wensheng couldn't cry or laugh, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

Wang Yao took a sip, his tense expression eased, he stood up and patted his pants, "I'm scared to death, you just say it." ”

"The man has gold under his knees, what are you kneeling indiscriminately?" Jin Wensheng blamed.

"How can kneeling parents call kneeling?" Wang Yao smiled, "My bones are hard, I only kneel." ”

Jin Wensheng's face was full of relief, "It's only been half a year, and it's so big that it's too scary." ”

"Eat more. Wang Yao smiled, "Don't worry about your apprenticeship, wait for us to settle down." ”

"Okay, listen to you. Jin Wensheng smiled.

After eating, Jin Wensheng walked the birds in the backyard to feed, Wang Yao waited for the three gentlemen in front, these books are mostly some important historical materials, all of which were displaced during the war, and Mr. Zhang Boju later gathered them back, which are extremely precious.

In terms of history, Wang Yao still knows a little bit about the pre-Yuan Dynasty, but most of them are wild histories, because the repertoire of opera and quyi is made up through folk novels and stories, some are exaggerated and forged, but some are still on the historical trajectory.

As soon as he came into contact with the official history, Wang Yao was a little confused, especially the history of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, Wang Yao was confused, and wrote down at least a hundred names in one night, some of which he had heard of, and some of whom he had not heard, but Wang Yao remembered the few people who were repeatedly mentioned.

Wang Guowei, Chen Yuan, Liang Qichao, Fu Sinian, Zhang Boju, Hu Shi, Lu Xun, Gu Hongming, Zhang Taiyan, Liu Shipei, Huang Kan, Cai Yuanpei, Shen Yinmo, Shen Jishi, Fu Sinian, Chen Hanzhang, Ma Jianzhong, Liu Wendian, Pan Guangdan, Tao Menghe, Li Ji, Dong Zuobin, Liang Siyong, Liang Sicheng, Lin Huiyin, Jin Yuelin, Wu Jinding, etc.

There is also a name that has been mentioned repeatedly, Chen Yinke.

Every time this name was moved, the dispute between Mr. Qigong and Mr. Hu Congwu was put aside, as if it were an absolute authority.

Even Mr. Big has a trace of objective respect for this person.

The three old men stayed up until midnight and finally got a little tired, but the mental stimulation brought by academics made them have no intention of sleeping, sitting on the sofa and eating supper, directing Wang Yao to do the final tidying.

While copying the manuscripts of the three people, Wang Yao asked curiously, "What is the origin of this person, it seems to be quite deterrent." ”

"Mr. Chen, for my generation, it really represents absolute authority. Hu never smiled.

"Mr. Chen Yinke and my teacher, Mr. Chen Yuan, are the two most authoritative masters in the historiography of the modern history of the Dragon Kingdom. Mr. Qigong said with a smile.

"Chen Yuan doesn't mention it, what annoys Chen Yinke is that he dabbles in everything. "Mr. Big hammered the leg.

Mr. Qigong glanced at Mr. Da and hesitated, "Mr. Da, are you familiar with Mr. Chen Yinke?"

Hu Congwu's expression was tight, Mr. Big's identity was too shocking, he was afraid that Mr. Qigong would not be able to accept it, and Wang Yao also trembled.

"You don't have to guess my identity, I'm one round longer than you. Mr. Big smiled, "I do know Chen Yinke, and I can be regarded as a world friend." ”

Mr. Qigong's brows twitched.

"Tell me how powerful?" Wang Yao diverted the topic.

"He's a genius. Mr. Big thought for a long time, and finally said.

"Eh, aren't you all geniuses?" Wang Yao blinked.

"No, geniuses are also divided into levels, does Einstein know that Chen Yinke may be a genius at that level. Mr. Big said.

Wang Yao's heart trembled, Einstein's fame was big enough to change the world, and from academic, philosophical and humanitarian, he belonged to a perfect person, and this Master Chen Yinke could be compared with it?

"Regardless of achievements, geniuses are defined by learning ability and speed, and the two should be almost the same. Mr. Big smiled and looked at Mr. Qigong, "How many languages does Chen Yinke know, did anyone count it later?"

"Mr. Chen Yinke's language, there is no statistics, if you count the ancient languages and Chinese dialects, I think there should be more than 50 kinds, but in terms of language statistics, to be proficient, not only can write, can see, can speak, can also translate and understand, Mr. Chen can more than 20 kinds. ”

Wang Yao's pupils shrank, and he gasped, he has a system, and now he can speak the languages he is proficient in, there are only four languages: Chinese, Gu Xiangxiong, English and German, and the dialect is now only seven or eight dialects of the Wu language family, or because of singing.

It's hard to imagine that one person can be proficient in so many languages.

"He is fluent in one language a year. Mr. Big looked at Wang Yao's expression and smiled with satisfaction, "Zhang Boju used to use him to hit us, my language talent is not bad, Sanskrit, Tibetan and Persian are okay, I often go to him to show off, he will use Chen Yinke to hit me." ”