The hillside goes up more than ten meters to half a waist, the terrain is slightly flat, there is a bamboo forest in front, and behind the bamboo forest is the school of Shanghe Village.

Zhu Ping'an tied the cow to a tree, let the cow eat the tender grass leisurely, and continued to walk forward on his own short legs.

A trail appears in the bamboo forest and winds its way to the school. Walking in it, the bamboo fragrance hits the face, the clear air flows through the body, like a spring breeze, which makes people feel refreshed unconsciously. The breeze came slowly, and the continuous bamboo forest swayed to the rhythm of the wind, swaying and dancing slowly, rustling, like murmuring, like whispering.

An eight-year-old child, who entered the hall from the teacher, sat on the seat with plastic surgery, and recited loudly. As the poem sang, as soon as he came out of the bamboo forest, Zhu Ping'an heard the sound of reading aloud.

"Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, the sun and the moon are shining, the sun and the moon are shining, the cold comes and the summer goes to the autumn and the winter hides"

This is a private school with a wooden structure, supplemented by bricks and stones, with large windows on all sides to maximize indoor lighting, and bamboo curtains on the windows that can be put down if necessary. There were about twenty or so children in the room, all about seven or eight years old, who shared a table with a stool and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

There is a portrait of Confucius hanging in the east of the house, and below it is a large table, behind which is a chair, on which there are not only pen, ink, paper, inkstone, poetry and textbooks, but also a pot of strong tea.

On the chair sat an old Xiucai in his fifties and in good spirits, which should be the old Xiucai Sun that his aunt once said.

Zhu Ping'an sat on the ground and listened for a while avoiding the door.

Sun Lao Xiucai is talking about a thousand-character text, which can be said to be the best enlightenment textbook in ancient China, which is coherent throughout, beautiful in music and rhythm, and catchy to read.

Sun Lao Xiucai's lectures are not at all as rigid as the ancient lectures in modern times, and he is not simply leading children to read over and over again, but he also gave explanations, which should be commendable in ancient times.

"Heaven and earth are yellow, this sentence comes from the Book of Changes, which is wonderful. Xuanhuang not only refers to the color, it is mysterious and mysterious, unfathomable, this is the way of heaven is lofty, and the earth is profound."

Although Sun Lao Xiucai explained, his words are ancient and I Ching, which can really be said to be mysterious and mysterious for children who have just learned.

Lo and behold, there are children who are asleep on the table.

Uh, wait.

That's not Brother Jun!

Zhu Ping'an found that there were children asleep in the private school, and there was more than one, just at the same table, and one of them was his cousin Zhu Pingjun.

Zhu Ping'an can find it, and Sun Laoxiu can also find it.

Sun Laoxiucai is a person who can't tolerate sand in his eyes, so he walked up to Brother Jun and another child who were sleeping with a ring ruler, knocked on the table with a ruler, and woke up the two children.

The other child was a little fat man, who, like Brother Jun, was shocked when he saw Mr. Nono, and was timid.

"Reach out." Sun Lao Xiucai said expressionlessly.

The two timidly stretched out their hands.

Bang bang bang

"Listen attentively, and don't meet Zhou Gong again."

Sun Lao Xiucai didn't hit the palms of the two of them three times as punishment either.

"Zhou Gong, who is Zhou Gong, I didn't know him?" Zhu Pingjun touched his head, like a monk who was confused, and muttered.

When the children around heard this, they laughed. These children came a few days earlier than Zhu Pingjun, and some people were taught by the master, although they didn't understand what Zhou Gong meant, they also knew that they were talking about sleeping, and when they saw that Zhu Pingjun didn't understand, they laughed one by one.

When Sun Laoxiu heard it, he didn't blow his beard angrily and glare, saying something like that children can't be taught, but helplessly stopped the child's laughter and explained.

"The Duke of Zhou, a sage of the Western Zhou Dynasty, also assisted as the regent of the king, and made great contributions to the Zhou Dynasty, and later generations respected him as a sage. Sage Kong admired Zhou Gong so much that he often dreamed of Zhou Gong. In later generations, I don't know when I got up, and sleeping was also called Hui Zhou Gong. Do you understand, if you want to become a sage, you must keep your hands on it, and you must not live up to Shaohua. Especially the two of you, if you are caught by me and sleeping again, a whip will be inevitable. ”

After Mr. Sun finished speaking, he began to teach these children to read and write, which is their first step, and only those who can read and write can go to school.

"Today, I know eight characters, the heaven and the earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate. After class, the old man will check them one by one, remember not to be lazy. Let's start with the first word Tianzi, the heavens, the top of the people."

In modern times, I am used to using simplified characters, although I have learned ancient Chinese, and I know traditional Chinese characters, but I really want to write it, there are still some problems, and I must subconsciously write simplified characters. These should be revised slowly and develop the habit of traditional Chinese characters.

Zhu Ping'an was outside the school, sitting on the ground, writing and drawing on the ground with a small stick, and then erasing it with his foot.

Sun Lao Xiucai also saw Zhu Ping'an, but he thought it was a naughty boy who was playing on the hillside, especially when he saw Zhu Ping'an paddling around with a stick on the ground and stepping on it with his feet, and thought it was a naughty boy playing with ants or something, so he didn't care much.

Literacy is simple, but it is difficult to read and recite the Four Books and Five Classics in the future. I can recognize eight words a day, which is not too simple for Zhu Ping'an, and after listening to it for a while, I saw that there was nothing new, so I turned around and went to herd cattle.

Anyway, I have to make a simple brush, well, and bring a black lacquered wooden board, and I have to learn to practice calligraphy.

Passing through the bamboo forest, I came to the old cattle, who was still leisurely wagging its tail and grazing, not knowing that its tail had been targeted.

The hair of the brush can generally be made of wool, weasel tail hair, ox tail, horsetail, pig bristles, etc., and the pen can be made of bamboo. A good brush has to go through hundreds of processes, the nib requires Qi, round, healthy, etc., it seems to be to put the hair in the pen in the basin, go back and get it slowly, anyway, they don't ask for much good, as long as they can be used strongly.

I don't know what happened to the black-bellied little Lori down the slope, so I won't really call his brother to beat me. Generally speaking, children, after being agitated, generally do not go again.

The cow has eaten grass for a long time, and it's time to drink water, anyway, there is a clear stream down the slope, take the old ox to drink two sips of water, and then let the cow eat some salt-rich aquatic plants, and by the way, see if the little Lori with a black belly is still there.

It is said that in this era, people eat two meals, which makes them very unaccustomed. If you can get hungry after noon, catch a small fish or two by the river and grill them if you can.

Untie the noose and lead the old ox down the slope slowly.

(If you have a recommendation vote in your hand, you might as well vote for it, and it will slowly become exciting later)

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