"Boatman, can you go faster?"

Looking at the old fisherman slowly rocking the oar, it seemed that the other side was still far away, and then looked up at the sun, Bai Sheng was dying.

Bai Sheng's family is a small landowner on the outskirts of Jimo City, and his family has 300 acres of land. This year was no exception, as my father and he dug a ditch that had been silted up in the winter in preparation for spring planting in the coming days.

While working, his father was reckless but accidentally flashed his waist, so Bai Sheng could only send him home first, and then hurried to the Dagushui ferry and asked the boatman to send him to the east coast......

"This back-and-forth delay must be late, and the master hates the disciple who is late." Bai Sheng hugged the bamboo slip in his sleeve, his face was anxious, and the weather was already getting hot.

Finally, the boat docked, but Bai Sheng didn't care about being polite, left a few pennies, and jumped ashore. At the ferry was a small bazaar, and there were many people, but they didn't dare to speak loudly, because a group of Qin soldiers with spears were leading a soap-clothed official to put a notice on the wall of the city gate, and the black armor of the Qin soldiers was in stark contrast to the white Confucian clothes.

"What's going on again?"

Bai Sheng secretly said, generally to post official documents, it is not good news, either it is to levy the people to serve, or it is an announcement of showing off their might, and the far away Saibei has won the battle, and how many clouds have been beheaded by Hulu.

"The Qin people won the battle, what are you waiting for?" Bai Sheng muttered secretly.

In fact, there are not many onlookers, because ordinary Jiaodong people don't talk about Qin Seal, and there are few people who know Qi characters. Bai Sheng is the same, although he has been Qin's "Qiantou" for several years, he still learns Qi Yan and Qi characters, poems, books, etiquette and music, and he can't arouse the slightest interest in the laws and decrees of the Tiger and Wolf Qin.

In his father's words, there are three hundred acres of land, some hard work, and the annual harvest is no worse than that of a county official, why should he be a Qin official who pleases the resentment of the villagers? After all, there are a few people who work for the tiger, and not everyone has cut their heads and wants to be officials.

Although Bai Sheng was curious about what was written on the notice, he didn't have time to wait for the little official to read it out in the Dongqi language, so he hurried to the direction of Taolin.

In the peach forest on the east bank, there is a very famous local clearing, a few years ago, a great Confucian Fu Chubo from Ludi to this place opened an altar to teach, and all over the world heard of his reputation and came to study.

It is said that Fu Qiubo was a disciple of Xunzi, famous for mastering 300 poems, and he was originally active in Ludi and Huaisi. After the death of Chu, the Qin people occupied Ludi, and Fuchubo took refuge in Jiaodong.

Unexpectedly, Qi also died soon, but fortunately, it was difficult for Qin Zheng to get out of Jimo City, and the local government didn't care much about them. Fuchubo has been teaching, and the bundles he receives are not expensive, just a few dried meats. As a result, there are more and more students, and there are more than 100 students so far.

As usual, Bai Sheng could see dozens of people sitting on the ground from a distance, filling the peach grove to the brim, and their master, Fu Chubo, was in the middle.

Today the weather is warm, the sun is clear but not very hot, the thrush is singing on the edge of the peach grove with green buds, it is a good weather to listen to the school, the master and the disciples should be reciting poetry or discussing issues fiercely, but today is a little unusual, everything is quiet. Bai Sheng even saw a few middle-aged people who rarely came to listen to the lectures although they worshiped under the Fuchu Bo Sect, and all of them had solemn faces.

Seeing these situations, Bai Sheng was a little surprised, wouldn't Master Secret Dao be angry at me for being late? He could only step forward and arch his hand: "Master, the disciple is late......

Fu Chubo was sitting under an old peach tree, he was not young, his back was a little bent, his hair was sparse, but the white hair on his sideburns was still meticulously combed, on the right side of the mat were several rolls of bamboo slips, and in front of the mat, there was a flat sand table, and a branch, which was used by the disciples to learn calligraphy.

Fu Chubo originally looked at Shatu and was silent, but Bai Sheng's arrival seemed to wake him up, and he didn't blame the disciple for being late, nodded gently, and let him sit down.

Bai Sheng hurriedly sat down in his usual position, and next to him was Lu Musheng, who had followed his master from Lu Di, and he asked Lu Musheng in a low voice, "What happened?" ”

Lu Musheng turned his head, and there was a hint of ruddy in his eyes: "You haven't heard? ”

Bai Sheng was busy taking care of his father, how could he know what was going on, and then looking at the other classmates, they all looked very sad and even more confused, but at this time, Fu Chubo spoke.

"Second and third sons, I won't give a lecture today, and I will recite "Qi Feng" with the old man first."

The class seemed to have returned to normal, and the recitation of the subdued tone resounded through the peach forest, and Fu Chubo asked everyone to get up one by one and recite the eleven songs of "Qi Feng". Bai Sheng recited "The East is Unknown" and was praised by Fu Chubo.

And when it was the turn of the next Jimo disciple named "Shen Sheng", he sang "Chicken Song", and he was so emotional for a while that his voice was trembling.

This was a surprising situation, but no one laughed, and everyone felt the same way.

Then they picked up the branches and began to write the chapters and verses on the sand table in front of them.

Qi characters are not unique to Qi country, including Qi, Lu, and Yi three kingdoms, there are many different characters, and the decorative strokes are eye-catching, which looks very fancy and beautiful, just like the life of Qi people.

In the past, everyone had little interest in such simple things as writing, but now everyone is so attentive. The peach grove was very quiet, and the soft sound of the branches scratching the sand could be heard, and sometimes some birds and magpies flew by, chirping, but no one looked up.

They all wrote with extreme seriousness, as if this were the last lesson.

When some had been done, and the sun had deflected a little more to the west, Bushbur sighed, told everyone to stop writing, and said:

"Today, I will not only talk about "Poetry", but also about the history of Confucianism!"

……

In the peach forest, the words of concise and logical beauty were spoken in the hoarse and old vocal cords of the great Confucian Fuchuber.

"Yu learned from Xunzi, Xunzi said, the Zhou room declined and Guan Ju made it, the subtle and the etiquette was bad, the princes acted arbitrarily, and the government was governed by the country."

Therefore, Confucius was worried that the royal road would be abolished and the evil way would be prosperous, so he compiled "poems" and "books" and sorted out rituals and music. When he went to Qi and heard the wonderful music of "Shao", he was addicted to it, and he didn't know the taste of meat in March. He returned to Lu from Weiguo and began to correct the movements, so that the music of "Ya" and "Song" returned to their place and was orderly. However, due to the chaos of the world and the fact that no one used Confucius, he could only sigh: 'If there are princes who are willing to use Qiu, it only takes one year to govern the country's government.' At that time, the suburbs of Luxi hunted the unicorn, Confucius heard that "my way is poor", so in the last days of Confucius, he wrote "Spring and Autumn", in order to be the king's law, its words are subtle and profound and the meaning is broad, and later generations of scholars have passed on the ......"

Confucius has no class, it is the beginning of the world's private learning, it replaced the decaying official learning, and has been popular in the world for hundreds of years.

Fu Chubo continued: "Since the death of Confucius, the disciples of the Seventy have wandered among the princes, the eldest of whom is the master and the prime minister, and the younger one is the priest and the doctor, or they have disappeared. But whether it is the Three Jin Dynasty or Qi Chu Yanlu, there are Confucian scholars all over the world. Those who are in Xihe are taught by Wei Yan, those who enter the Ji are taught by Qi Yan, and those who are in Lanling are taught by Chu Yan, so the world is fighting for the Warring States, and although cowardice is weak, it is not wasted. Especially between Qilu and Qilu, there are endless scholars. On the occasion of Wei and Xuan, there were Mencius and Xun Qing, who followed the cause of Confucius and polished it, so as to learn to show it in the world. ”

Bai Sheng listened carefully, but he didn't feel right, today, the master seemed to be eager to teach them everything he knew, and stuff it into everyone's minds at once. And in those words, how can there be an indescribable sadness, and the faces of the students are full of anger?

Sure enough, Fu Chubo's face immediately mourned: "It's a pity, in this season, the six arts will be extinct in the hands of old decay, and even the words of Qilu will also be extinct?" ”

Lao Ru raised his head again, the sun has completely turned west, just like his career as a teacher.

"The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night. Second and third sons, the sun is about to set, and the last lesson of Professor Fuchubo is over! ”

"Master!"

Everyone cried and rushed forward to stay, and it was only at this time that Bai Sheng understood the reason why the master and his classmates were sad and lamented!

Shen Sheng explained: "The new county guard in Jimo City has issued an order that private learning will be banned, and it is not allowed to teach in unison. ”

When Bai Sheng heard this, he was shocked, and he was very sad in his heart, and he suddenly understood that the announcement posted on the wall of Dukou City by those crow-like Qin officials was probably this matter!

Lu Musheng on the side said hatefully: "The new county guard has opened a public school, and he wants the disciples of the wealthy families in Jiaodong to enroll in the school, and teach Qin Zhi's laws and orders in Qin Yan and Qin language." He was going to invite his master to be a public school wine, but when he refused, he became angry and ordered that from tomorrow onwards, no one should gather in a congregation to teach private learning, and those who violated it would be exiled! If you want to be a scholar, you can enter a public school and take the officials as teachers......"

Even if it is a great Confucian, he must bow his head in front of the power, outside the peach forest, there have always been Qin officials and Qin soldiers staring at it, the new county guard, only allow Fu Qiubo to teach until sunset, as soon as the time passes, he will send someone to drive it away!

Fu Chubo got up helplessly and said meaningfully: "Just like I just said, although Lu is dead, as long as "Spring and Autumn" is still there, Lu will not be destroyed. Although Qi is dead, if the "Qi Feng" recited in Qi is still there, then Qi will not be extinguished......"

"Remember this sentence, this is your last lesson!"

Fu Chubo looked at his disciples, and then at this familiar peach forest, choked up all of a sudden, and couldn't say any more, but just gestured with his hands: "Disciples, let's all disperse......

……

Fu Chubo walked away with the support of a few disciples, leaving Bai Sheng and dozens of others stunned in place.

"I haven't memorized all the eleven Qi Feng songs." Bai Sheng wiped his tears, he didn't expect that his study would end like this, and listening to this, no matter how selfish they studied in the future, they would never be able to learn poetry again?

In the past, he was delayed by family affairs, did not study well, and missed many of his master's classes, and now he regrets it.

"Me too, what the master said is right, if one day, the people of Qi can't even write Qi characters, and they have forgotten the history of Qi for hundreds of years, then what qualifications do they have to say that they are Qi people?"

At this time, when reciting Qi Feng, the young scholar named Shen Sheng stood up with tears in his eyes with excitement in his eyes, and said sadly and indignantly:

"Didn't the new county guard say that he wanted to promote the Dharma and save punishment? Now that private learning is forbidden, how different is it from King Zhou Li's blocking of people's words! ”

The young man was enthusiastic and impulsive, Shen Sheng became excited, raised his arms and shouted: "Second and third sons, we will go to the township school, tell the elders and the people about this matter, and let them follow us to petition the government together to resume private learning, who is willing to walk with me!?" ”

……

On the other side, in the evening, Heifu had just finished his day's work and was about to go back to eat and rest, but there was a faint drum beat in his ears......

"Where are the drums beating?"

While Heifu frowned, Chen Ping hurriedly walked in and reported: "The county guard, there are more than a dozen disciples of Fuchubo, who are dissatisfied with the law, and even went to the long-abandoned township school to beat drums to gather the people, and now thousands of people have gathered!" ”