For so many years, in his school, among the students taught by Uncle Jiu, except for his own grandson, he had never seen such a smart person. Now. Standing in front of him, this kid from Liantang Village is extraordinary when he meets, which shows that he has a wisdom root, and he has more extraordinary potential at the bottom of the heart lake. After this reflection, Uncle Nine felt a liking for this kid in his heart, but he knew that the weight of his every expression in front of his grandson would cause consequences, so he did not express this thought.

Uncle Nine just asked with a flat expression, "How long have you been listening outside?"

He looked at Uncle Nine sincerely and said, "It's been three months. ”

Uncle Nine felt and said: "You are also quite honest. ”

He said sincerely: "Please be open to Uncle Nine, you don't remember the villain." ”

Uncle Nine tentatively: "Why do you like to study literature?"

He said frankly: "My mother often said to me, 'Everything is inferior, only reading is high', Uncle Jiu is the most learned person in Fangyan for dozens of miles, and when I save enough money to apprentice, I will be sent to your school to learn from my teacher." ”

Uncle Nine asked, "Why do you stand outside the wall every day and listen so fascinated?"

He spread his hands out: "I don't know what the reason is, anyway, since listening to the poems you taught Zhaozhong, I can't help but come here every day to listen." ”

"Ah, it seems that you have an indescribable fate with us Confucians." Uncle Jiu raised the scripture in his hand, handed it to him, and asked, "You have been standing outside the wall and listening for three months, do you know what scripture this is?"

When he saw that on the blue scriptures, a few lines of seal characters printed vertically were like dragons and snakes, so he replied truthfully: "Uncle Jiu, because my family is poor, no one has taught me, so I can't read. ”

Uncle Jiu was puzzled: "You can't read, but you are so interested in studying?"

Rong: "Yes." ”

The second princess stared at him with both eyes: "Can you understand the poems I teach?"

He replied casually: "These poems are easy to remember, but I don't know much about them. ”

"Poetry is easy to remember?" Uncle Nine frowned, he couldn't imagine that this kid looked so good-looking, but he was so arrogant when he spoke.

This "Book of Songs", the Western Han Dynasty was respected as a Confucian classic, originally called the "Book of Songs", and has been used to this day, is China's first poetry collection, including from the beginning of the Western Zhou Dynasty to the middle of the Spring and Autumn Period more than 500 years of poems 305, also known as "Three Hundred Poems". It's not easy for us to recite at first, let alone memorize miles. How can you say that poetry is easy to memorize?" After explaining the beginning, chapters, and importance of the Book of Songs in Confucianism, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but ask, "Can you remember?" ”

He replied frankly: "I can remember, if you don't believe it, I'll recite it to you." ”

Uncle Jiu was still puzzled: "There is no joke in front of the teacher, can you really memorize it?"

"Hmm." He nodded and said aloud, "I never lie. ”

Uncle Nine asked tentatively, "How many paragraphs can you memorize?"

Simple, he replied bluntly: "You can recite them all." ”

Wow, what a big breath of garlic! Uncle Nine and Liang Zhaozhong were both surprised by his answer.

Uncle Jiu's eyes widened, staring at him: "What? Can you recite all 305 verses in the Book of Songs?"

Uncle Jiu's heart seemed to be scratched by something, "People are most afraid of empty words." Boy, you can recite the Book of Songs to the old man!"

"Good!" He cleared his throat, his hands were cut behind his back, his head was slightly raised to the sky, his eyes were half-squinted, his mouth was open, and those poems flowed out of his mouth like the mountain stream next to the school: "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island." My Fair Lady, Gentleman. Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning. Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano. Jagged wattle, left and right. My Fair Lady, the ...... of Bells and Drums"

At first, Uncle Jiu, an old pedant, didn't look at this tanned boy at all, but when he recited the first paragraph fluently, he was impressed, and some of them even took out books to compare them to see if he had made any mistakes.

The ninth uncle is a deep learner, and he naturally remembers the "Book of Songs" in his heart, and listens and listens quietly.

He recited: "...... There is a palace in the palace, and it is a real piece. He Jiang Yan, his virtue will not return. God is dependent, harmless and harmless. It's not too late to be full of moon, it's the afterlife. Blessings of all blessings. Millet is heavy and wheat. There is a country to the bottom, and the people have crops. ”

Ninth Uncle: "What about the last one?"

He swallowed his saliva and continued to read: ""Yin Wu" tarts Yin Wu and fights against Jing Chu. Delve into its obstacles, and take a journey through the thorns. There is a place to intercept it, and Tang Sun's thread. Wei Nu Jing Chu, living in the south of the country. In the past, there was a soup, since the other side of the Qiang, don't dare not come to enjoy, don't dare not come to the king. It is said that business is constant. The mandate of heaven is multi-faceted, and the capital is set in Yu's achievements. The years come to get rid of, don't give trouble, and solve the crops. The mandate of heaven descends to prison, and the people are strict. Don't be arrogant, don't abuse, don't dare to slack. Ordered to go down to the country, feudal and blessed. Shangyi wings, the extremes of the four directions. The sound of the voice, the spirit of the water. Shou Kao and Ning, in order to protect my future life. 陟Bijingshan, Songbo Maru. It is to break or move, and to cut is to be pious. There is a hakama in the pine tree, and there is leisure in the travel tree, and the sleep becomes Kong'an. ”

Until he recited all 305 chapters of the "Book of Songs", which made Uncle Jiu's mouth open wide in shock.

While listening to him recite, Liang Zhaozhong praised the "Book of Songs": "Ah, not a word is missing!"

After Liang Zhaozhong finished praising it, he mischievously gave him a problem: "Can you recite the "Book of Songs" upside down?"

Uncle Nine glared at Liang Zhaozhong: "Can you ask someone to carry it upside down like this?"

Uncle Nine scolded in his heart: "It's so strong to blindly win!" Don't think that if you can, others can't. ”

Liang Zhaozhong stuck his tongue out and retracted it again.

Shu Rong readily agreed: "Do you want me to carry it upside down?" OK!"

Ninth Uncle: "Can you really recite it upside down?"

"Absolutely! Listen: Ankong Cheng sleeps, there is a Yinglu brigade, and there is a pine ...... hakama" So, the tree banyan really recited the "Book of Songs" from behind, and recited it fluently and smoothly, which made the second prince love this kid even more, and looked at him differently. Liang Zhaozhong is also happy and convinced of him, and is proud to have such a smart book friend.

Uncle Jiu stroked the long beard of his chin with his right hand, and his eyes stared at the man in front of him steadily, and he couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts: among the students he taught, these scriptures had to be read dozens of times before they could be memorized. I was instructed by a master in the Confucian Academy, and my practice was not shallow, but I had to recite a scripture several times before I could memorize it. And this kid can memorize so well just by eavesdropping when he has no scriptures to read and no unknown teacher to inspire.

Liantang Village, how ordinary the trees are; The stream, how ordinary; Rivers, how ordinary; The many beings who come and go are so ordinary. But the kid in front of him, no, these two children, are two geniuses, two geniuses, a craze hit the heart of the ninth uncle, and a dark perception grabbed him tightly.

After pondering for a long time, Uncle Nine said to him, "Don't stand outside the broken wall in the future, let's go to the academy." ”

He nodded: "Thank you Uncle Nine for cultivating." ”

"You can call me master when you meet in the future," the second prince tilted his head slightly to the side and said to Liang Zhaozhong, who was standing beside him: "He will be your junior brother in the future, bring your junior brother into the study to read." ”

"Good!" Liang Zhaozhong bowed respectfully to Uncle Nine and nodded, then turned to him, "Senior brother, go, follow me to the study." ”

He followed Liang Zhaozhong towards the north courtyard, and after walking more than ten steps, he suddenly turned his head, with spring in the corner of his mouth, and smiled slightly at Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu's heart is hot: this kid has a simple and honest appearance, and is a little straightforward; But it is intelligent in the heart and wise in wisdom. His nature and understanding are not below his own grandchildren. It seems that the village is about to produce pillars, and there are talents from all generations!

Under the guidance of his mentor and ninth uncle, Shu Rong soon became famous with Liang Zhaozhong as a wizard of Liantang Village.