Fan Xiucai was covered in a cold sweat, looking as if he had seen a ghost. This sentence seems ordinary, but the more you chew it, the more profound it becomes, and it really reveals almost human nature. Not only that, but he also seemed to understand at once why his knowledge had been stagnant, it turned out that the world and human feelings were too lacking in understanding and practice.

"Your old man is above, and you are worshiped by your disciples. He quickly got up, straightened his clothes, and bowed down.

Besides, I simply bowed to him, so as to dispel the dullness in his heart, and I could teach according to my own method in the future.

Since then, Fan Xiucai seems to have stepped through a threshold that has always blocked him and entered another world of learning. Moreover, some of the things that followed not only agreed, but also felt that they benefited immensely.

After talking for a long time, besides, my heart was a little hairy, what's the matter, what I said is the most common truth, how can this brother be like listening to the sage preach the Dao, how is this possible?

What he didn't know was that Fan Xiucai was also a smart person, but his learning was too rigid, and the countryside where he lived was also closed, and there was basically no external information, so he only relied on a set of four books and a few ink scrolls, and he studied hard every day, but he didn't realize anything except remembering the words in the books.

Moreover, this sentence was dotted, and he suddenly woke up, books should be read alive, knowledge should also be learned and used, the world and human feelings are also knowledge, only when they are integrated together, is the real knowledge, so science pays attention to the object, this thing is not material, but everything.

He was in a state of enlightenment, and some of the ordinary words he said sounded like true words to him. That's what happened by accident.

"Can your old man write that sentence just now into a banner, and the disciples should hang it on the wall and see it day and night. Fan Xiucai demanded.

"Okay. ”

Moreover, he put a pen on the paper and wrote the sentence "The world is full of knowledge, and the practice of human feelings is the article" into a banner. Fan Xiucai carried it back to his room like a treasure and continued to comprehend.

Seeing him like this, I also felt funny, and I couldn't help but think of a story.

It is said that a monk has been participating in Zen meditation for many years, and he has not been able to understand whether he is alive or dead, and then he has walked in all directions, visited the famous mountains and temples in various places, and the famous monks and great virtues, but he still could not break through this pass.

He was finally discouraged, thinking that he was destined to be unable to realize this life, so he wandered the market and traversed the red dust, but one night when he was walking on the street, he suddenly heard an obscene song from the Qinglou, and he actually realized it when he heard it.

Of course, the obscene words and songs are very different from the purpose of Buddhism, and it can be said that water and fire are incompatible, but this Zen monk is actually inspired by this enlightenment.

"Brother, what's wrong with Fan Xiucai, isn't he getting better today, why does he look sicker?" Xiao Nier walked in and asked with a questioning expression.

"What's the matter, he's fine out of here. Besides, I was stunned.

"He didn't look like he was sick, he seemed to have lost his mind. Xiao Nier said.

Fan Xiucai trembled, staring at the situation with straight eyes, as if he had seen a visitor from outside the world. I wanted to say something, but I was grunting in my mouth, and I couldn't even hear what I was saying.

"The insight of the world is all knowledge, and the practice of human feelings is the article. This sentence seems ordinary, but the more you chew it, the more profound it becomes, and it really reveals more than half of human nature, especially the literati.

Fan Xiucai seemed to understand all of a sudden, besides, it must be the Wenqu star in the sky.

Ah, the man of God has come to enlighten me! The reason why my knowledge has been stagnant is that I have too little understanding of the world and human feelings, and I have neither insight nor practice.

Fan Xiucai hurriedly got up, straightened his clothes, and bowed down.

"Your old man is above, and you are worshiped by your disciples. Fan Xiucai's whole body was almost completely lying on the ground, the so-called "five-body throw", his movements were completely in line with the standard.

Besides, I wanted to stop him, but I didn't expect Fan Xiucai to move too suddenly, and before he could reach out, he was already lying on the ground.

Besides, I just want to accept him and worship him to dispel the dullness in him. If he can really understand it, he will be able to teach according to his own method in the future.

Of course, besides, he still saved a little face for him, and said in a loud voice: "Mr. doesn't have to be formal, please get up, please get up!"

After Fan Xiucai got up, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that his heart lit up, as if he had stepped through a threshold that had always blocked him and entered another world of learning.

Moreover, he then told him some basic methods of educating children, in fact, he also told him all these words, but he repeated them in a different way.

For some reason, Fan Xiucai completely changed his mind, and not only agreed with the point of view, but also kept saying: The benefits are endless!

After talking for a long time, besides, my heart was a little hairy, what's the matter, what I said is the most ordinary truth, how can this brother be like listening to the sage preach the avenue?

Besides, I don't know that Fan Xiucai was originally a smart person, but he has lived in a closed environment for a long time, and there is a serious lack of external information, so he only relies on a set of four books and a few ink scrolls, and he reads hard every day, but as a result, he only remembers the rigid words in the books in his mind.

After this sentence, Fan Xiucai suddenly woke up, books must be read alive, and knowledge must be learned and used. Everything in the world is also knowledge, and only when it is integrated together can it be truly useful knowledge.

In a state of enlightenment, besides, some ordinary words spoken sounded true to him.

Fan Xiucai carefully said: "Old man, I understand your teachings like this, I don't know if it's right or not, everything in the world is related to each other, affects each other, and cannot be separated. ”

Besides, he laughed and said, "Yes, science pays attention to things, and this thing is not material, but everything. ”

Fan Xiucai wanted to repeat the "five-body throw", but this time he was quick and grabbed him.

"Can your old man write that sentence just now into a banner, and the disciples should hang it on the wall and see it day and night. Fan Xiucai didn't lie down, and then made a request.

"Okay, I'll write it out, let's encourage you. ”

Moreover, he put a pen on the paper and wrote the sentence "The world is full of knowledge, and the practice of human feelings is the article" into a banner. Fan Xiucai carried it back to his room like a treasure and continued to comprehend.

Seeing Fan Xiucai like this, he felt funny, and thought that he was still a person who could be created, and couldn't help but think of a story.

It is said that a monk has been participating in Zen meditation for many years, and he has not been able to understand whether he is alive or dead, and then he has walked in all directions, visited the famous mountains and temples in various places, and the famous monks and great virtues, but he still could not break through this pass.

He was finally discouraged, thinking that he was destined to be unable to realize this life, so he wandered the market and traversed the red dust, but one night when he was walking on the street, he suddenly heard an obscene song from the Qinglou, and he actually realized it when he heard it.

Of course, the obscene words and songs are very different from the purpose of Buddhism, and it can be said that water and fire are incompatible, but this Zen monk is actually inspired by this enlightenment.

This story illustrates the truth that everything has spirituality, and my heart is all things.

Moreover, he gradually fell into meditation, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Brother, what's wrong with Fan Xiucai, isn't he getting better today, why does he look sicker?" Xiao Nier walked in, looking puzzled.

"No, he was fine with me just now. Did he tell you anything?"

He didn't say anything, but he didn't seem to be an ordinary illness, as if he had lost his mind. Xiao Nier said.

Besides, he understood, and said with a smile: "It's okay, he's fine, better than ever." ”

Besides, thinking about Fan Xiucai's appearance, that state of enlightenment seems to be a little abnormal, but it is actually the best state.

"What's in your hand?" and looked at Xiao Nier's hand with a burden.

"The clothes I made for you. Xiao Nier opened the baggage, and her face showed the expression of a little daughter.

"I'm not short of clothes, what else are I doing? Oh, you don't show up very often these days, you just hide in the house and do this. And suddenly he woke up.

"Where did you come from so many words, try to see if it fits. ”

Xiao Nier put on a piece of clothing with thick threads, but it was actually just a few pieces of cloth connected together. This was later called patterning, and all hand-made clothing was used in this method, first sewing up a few pieces of cloth after cutting, and then giving it to the guest to try it on, where it was not suitable, it was changed where it was, and it was not really sewn until it finally fit perfectly.

When there is no mechanical drawing industry, no matter what you do, you need to make a pattern, that is, first make a one-to-one or one-to-many look, and wait until it is completely designed to do the final look.

Although this method is stupid, it is accurate and intuitive, and the construction person can grasp the proportion, and it is natural and handy to do it, and there will be no mistakes.

If you want to build a house, you should first make a house template with wood, and the same is true for building a palace, as for building a garden, you must first build a good appearance, design the distance, the layout of the pavilion, and so on.

This method was followed until the 20th century, when the first nuclear submarine of the Republic was made of wood by a carpenter, and then made according to a model.

After the development and perfection of mechanical drawing and computer drawing, the method of making a pattern is gradually no longer used, only the clothing industry is still used, and all hand-customized clothing must be made first. Of course, the manual cost is much higher, but it has become a patent for top clothing brands.

However, the construction of the Forbidden City was not done in this way, and it is said that a genius designer relied entirely on visual calculations. The whole huge complex, the various buildings, and the distances in between, are completely based on mental arithmetic. Such a design is not called a ghost, and it is really impossible to name it.

Xiao Nier doesn't use a meter ruler or anything, she uses her hands to measure. The distance between the thumb and the index finger is the size, which is called a prick. Ha, speaking of which, this is a measurement method unique to the Chinese.

"It's half big here, it's small here. Xiao Nier looked everywhere and wrote it down in her heart. From time to time, the palms of his hands were measured on him, making him itch all over.

"That's pretty much it, don't bother. Besides, he couldn't help but laugh and said, not because he thought it was funny, but because it was unbearable.

"What's the trouble with this, clothes have to do that. Now try on the outer clothes first, and try on the underwear at night. Xiao Nier said without raising her head.

Besides, he was shocked: "No need, it doesn't matter if the underwear is bigger or smaller." ”

Thinking about putting on and taking off his underwear in front of Xiao Nier, he hurriedly excused himself. It's been easy to clean up for a few days, and he doesn't want any more accidents.

"Listen to me, what you say doesn't count. ”

Besides, one by one, there are jackets, cotton clothes and even a leather robe, which is fox skin, Xiao Nier is obviously making autumn and winter clothes for him.

"This fox skin is good, and it can be good to make a mattress. "Besides, I like the fur of the fox very much.

"The mattress was also made, and it was made of wolf's skin. Xiao Nier's businesslike tone.

"I'll just say casually, don't really do it. ”

"You have to do it if you don't say it. "Shaw has shown complete autonomy in this matter, and does not care what is said at all.

"How much money does it cost?" asked, looking at the clothes.

"It's not expensive, it hasn't cost twenty taels yet. Fox furs are at home and I have been collecting them for several years. ”

"I didn't expect you to make clothes. "And I was surprised.

"How else to say that we are a girl's life. ”

Besides, the conversation is in a minefield, and the topic can't continue.

In the evening, Xiao Nier really brought a few sets of underwear and forced her to put them on. Besides, I had no choice but to turn my back, take off my underwear, and put on what I wanted to try.

Xiao Nier's face was also red, she looked around, pulled and pulled, and then measured with her fingers.

After being touched by her delicate hand, he couldn't help but have an undeserved reaction on his body, his body was a little stiff, and his face was even hotter.

"Badass, what do you think. Xiao Nier obviously saw it too, and punched him lightly.

"It's none of me, it's its own business. "Besides, screaming wronged, this body reaction is really not controllable.

After trying on the clothes, Xiao Nier took the baggage and left, and felt that she was about to collapse.

Xiao Nier has been busy sewing clothes these days, and Xiao Wanli and Xiao Lei are also preparing something. Although he never mentioned it, everyone knew that the time was almost up and he was leaving the town.

Besides, he was idle, and he still studied medical skills with Lu Langzhong every day, and then wrote some stories to tell his children and drew some comics.

After the cartoon was drawn, he realized that the whole thing was an illustration of a three-character classic. It may be nothing in the afterlife, but don't be too extraordinary at the time.

"Brother, you're so good at drawing, can you draw one for me?" Xiao Nier couldn't put it down as she looked at those cartoons.

"Okay, I'll paint you a portrait. ”

"Portraits?"

Xiao Nier had obviously not heard the term, and explained to her that the portrait was her own portrait.

"No, you can draw me a picture of you, I can look at it every day when you're away, just like I see you. ”

I don't know if it's a good idea. But she couldn't stand Xiao Nier's half-begging and half-persecution, so she had to draw a self-portrait.

"Oh, it's so like, maybe one day I miss you, and you'll come out of it. I've heard stories like this. Xiao Nier looked at the portrait and said stupidly, two lines of tears flowed out silently.

Hearing this, my heart was also a little painful, but I was helpless. If it weren't for the fear of danger, for fear of affecting her, he really couldn't bear to let her suffer this lovesickness here every day.

However, he is not at all sure that he will be able to return home safely. But you can't hide here for a lifetime, the so-called dilemma.