After lunch, Hong Chengjian took Zheng Sen to visit Mr. Wang, who was teaching in the Hong Family Studies. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info went out to the east, not half a mile, walked across a stone bridge, is the Hong family's family learning. Entering through a black bamboo door, the third room is a study. There is a plaque hanging in the middle: sincerity; Underneath the plaque is a painting of a very fat sika deer lying under an ancient tree. Underneath the painting is a long table with a tablet of Confucius, the most holy master. Anyone who came to study in Li, after sending the bundle, would come here to kowtow to Confucius, and from then on he would be regarded as a student of the Holy Gate.

There are not many students in the clan study, only eight or nine people, the older one has reached the age of fourteen or fifteen, and the younger one is only six or seven years old. According to the rules of the clan study, the morning is the usual reading, and Mr. Wang will teach the children how to read that word and where each sentence is broken. After lunch, Mr. Wang would let the bears play in the nearby garden for two quarters of an hour, moving their bodies and digesting what they had eaten. Then there is the practice of calligraphy, because when I was scolded by Confucius for "rotten wood cannot be carved, and the wall of dung cannot be polluted", there was no such thing as taking a nap in the school of that era. The youngest children sat upright on their chairs one by one, writing little by little on the red paper, while the older children were already able to study the calligraphy. And at this time, the biggest one or two have already begun to write art texts according to Mr. Wang's instructions. At this time, Mr. Wang walked around among the children, stopping from time to time to point out the mistakes of the children when writing and writing, or sitting in his chair and reading a book.

In the evening, it's time for the lesson. Mr. Wang first gave pairs to the younger children, and then pointed out the homework of the older students, annotating their writings, and most of the time, the older students would be called up, reprimanded, and then come down to rewrite.

When Hong Chengjian took Zheng Sen into the clan school, the students were already busy writing, and Mr. Wang was also sitting at the desk, scrolling a book in his hand and reading it vigorously. Hong Chengjian took Zheng Sen to stand quietly outside the house.

At this time, many children had already noticed them, and when it came to them, Zheng Sen was going to come to them to study, these children had already heard about it, so gradually someone whispered:

"Old eight, is that the prodigy that Uncle Cheng met meet?"

"I don't know, probably. Stop talking, you made my writing crooked, and I will be scolded by Mr. again. ”

"I've heard people say ......"

This chirping sound finally alarmed Mr. Wang, who was reading a book and was fascinated, and he raised his head and saw Hong Chengjian and Zheng Sen standing at the door.

"You don't write well, you're muttering something! But I haven't given you bamboo board fried meat for a few days, and my paws are itchy! Mr. Wang raised the ring ruler and shouted, and the students below were suddenly silent, and immediately stopped talking, lowered their heads and went about their own business. However, Zheng Sen noticed that the children also gave each other a color before lowering their heads to work, and it seemed that they were not really afraid of this gentleman.

Seeing that all the students were honest, Mr. Wang put away the ring ruler with satisfaction and walked towards Zheng Sen and them.

Mr. Wang was a tall, thin old man with a beautiful gray goatee. The person is very tall, almost a head taller than Hong Chengji, but his back is a little hunched, and I don't know if it's because he is too tall, so he always has to be hunched when talking to people.

"Brother Zhonghe," Hong Chengjian spoke first, "this is the child I mentioned to you last time. ”

"The child who can quote scriptures and argue before you for the sake of his father's reputation?" Mr. Wang looked at Zheng Sen and asked.

"It's this kid." Hong Chengzhen nodded.

"Hello Mr. Wang!" Zheng Sen also hurriedly greeted Mr. Wang.

"Hmm." Mr. Wang nodded, but said nothing more. But Hong Chengjian spoke again:

"Brother Zhonghe, this child used to follow his mother in Japan. In a foreign country, it is quite difficult to read, and the child's mother just taught him to recognize some words, books or something, he went around to find what to read, and there was no system at all, for example, he had read the four books himself, and he had read a lot of historical records, and then, he actually had a hundred family names, but he had not learned all the three character scriptures. If you want to talk about the truth, you can understand some of it, but if you want to talk about the foundation, it is all the wild fox Zen that you learned by yourself. Not to mention anything else, just talking about this word, he actually learned it from Su Dongpo's calligraphy, and as a result, he didn't become an anti-dog, but instead broke the habit of using a pen, and I am afraid that it will take a lot of effort to correct it. In addition, he has never been right about the pair or anything, the pair of two words can barely be right, and the pair of three words is often wrong. In short, I'm afraid it's a bit troublesome to teach. ”

Mr. Wang nodded to indicate that he knew, but did not say anything more. just accepted the bundle and arranged for Zheng Sen to worship the Confucius tablet. Then I briefly informed the other students that another child was going to study with you, so I accepted Zheng Sen. It's that those children are more interested in Zheng Sen's "prodigy".

But the next day, Zheng Sen, a prodigy, was revealed. The morning endorsement was fine, but the prodigy didn't show anything out of the ordinary. After noon, when he began to learn to write, Zheng Sen began to be constantly criticized by Mr. Wang. He was punished for writing several times. In the evening, when the class was in the class, everyone found that in fact, the prodigy or something was not very good in the class.

For many days after that, the prodigy remained unrecognizable. In terms of recitation and pairing, neither better than others, nor worse than everyone, as for writing, the children think that Zheng Sen's handwriting is actually quite good-looking, but these days, it is Zheng Sen who is scolded the most for writing. Almost every day he would stay because he was punished for writing and go back late. It's just that these children don't know that almost every night, Mr. Wang will explain the four books to Zheng Sen alone.

That night, after the class was over, the children packed up their things and prepared to go home, but Zheng Sen still kept it, because when he wrote at noon, there were a few strokes that were not good enough, and Mr. Wang punished him to rewrite that word 200 times, and at this time, he needed to finish this matter.

Mr. Wang lit a candle on the desk and sat there quietly reading, although this skin is "Four Books Collection Notes", but according to the unreliable statements of some bear children, it is actually "The Complete Biography of Zhongyi Water Margin". However, Zheng Sen knew that it was all nonsense.

"Sir, I'm done." Zheng Sen finally wrote the damn melancholy Yu character 200 times, and (traditional yo) deeply felt that the simplification of Chinese characters is really beneficial to the country and the people. (The punishment for not being convinced is to write "depressed Taiwanese turtles" 100 times)

"Hmm." Mr. Wang answered, but Zheng Sen looked at the paper full of words, and after reading it for a while, he shook his head, he did not explain the four books to Zheng Sen as usual, but suddenly said: "Asen, people have always regarded you as a prodigy, what do you think of yourself?" ”

This question was very unexpected by Zheng Sen, and he thought for a while and replied, "Sir, Zheng Sen doesn't think he has any special talent. In fact, many classmates, such as Ah Ying and Ah Liang, are better than me in many places. ”

"Well, if you can say that, that's where you're stronger than everyone else." Mr. Wang said, "I have been paying attention to you during this time, and your heart can be settled and you can do things in a down-to-earth manner, which is incomparable to them." But if you want to talk about quick thinking or something, although you are not bad, you are not a prodigy, and it can't be compared with Governor Hong back then. The road of scientific examination, after all, depends on the article flowers, I think your article, practice, test a show is enough, but to lift people, in the jinshi, it is very difficult to say. But I and Mr. Yanhao still value you very much, do you know why? ”

"The students don't know." Zheng Sen replied.

"Well, I ask you, what is the purpose of reading the books of the sages? Just to be an official? Mr. Wang asked again.

"The students have heard that the students of the Holy Gate should 'establish their hearts for heaven and earth, establish their lives for the people, continue their studies for the saints, and open peace for all generations!' The students thought that studying is not to be an official, but to be an official in order to be able to open up peace for all generations. Zheng Sen replied.

"Hehe, Mr. Yanhao said that you actually read a lot of messy books, which is not bad. These are the four teachings of Mr. Zhang Hengqu. Ah Sen, people's talents are different, some people are born strong in writing articles, such as Taibai Dongpo, you see them write poems and essays, how much effort is used, but there is no one in the world to compare. Some people may not be strong in this regard, but they are extremely good at inventing the way of sages, such as Ercheng, such as Zhu Zi, if it comes to literary talents, it is far less than Taibai Dongpo, but they can continue to learn for the saints and become a generation of Confucians. Ah Sen, I see that your talent in this article is only average, but your talent in loyalty and filial piety and morality is beyond the reach of ordinary people. So I think, you and I are studying hard here for a few years now, and it is still certain that you will come back after taking a show, as for lifting people and jinshi, it depends on the will of God, no matter what, you need to put your mind on learning and morality. That is the right way, and it is the cause that will be immortal for thousands of years. ”

"The students were taught." Zheng Sen nodded and said.

Zheng Sen knew that Zheng Zhilong of course hoped that he could take the Jinshi and the first to come back, but Zheng Sen knew that the Ming Dynasty was only a few years away, and when the world was turned upside down, how much significance did it mean to be a Jinshi and the first? As for what Mr. Wang said about being a great Confucian, this world really lacks great Confucianism, does it need a traverser to do such a thing? Besides, what are the benefits of being a great Confucian?

And Zheng Sen feels that as a traverser, for his own interests, it is nothing to follow the old path of history, such as wearing Europe forty years ago, pretending to be a pious god stick or something, and even in order to climb up, it is not unacceptable to tie up Bruno for a barbecue. However, while tying up Bruno for a barbecue, as a traverser, he must understand that Bruno is more correct than the church. And a time-traveler, if he is reduced to the point where he is really full of devotion to God and hatred of heresy when he burns Bruno, it is really a waste. If at this time, he still travels back to be the champion and a great Confucian, what is the difference between it and "Wearing Back to the Qing Dynasty to Do Gege" and the like? And to discard the knowledge of the time-traveler far beyond the times, and reduce yourself to the level of the indigenous to compete with the natives, isn't that a nerve?

"But because I was envious of the old owner of this house, and this time I accepted everything, and gladly lame into the bedroom, and sucked the rest of the crows. piece, that, of course, is even more waste. Zheng Sen thought: "I don't want to be such a waste, if I cross over, I still can't ...... Didn't the locust army come for nothing? Didn't I wear it for nothing? I wasn't transported to this era, but I didn't want to be a waste. I came to deny this era. Iamtheflame, iamthedeath, iwaseverinnegativeelves! That's my path! ”