"Go back and rest, I'll be the one who can clean the salt." Chu Dongsheng said guiltily, this incident started because of him, and he felt that he should bear something.

Li Yan glanced at him: "Courage is commendable, but it is used in the wrong place." ”

Yang Yi said: "Courage is sometimes a harmful thing. ”

"Harmful? Do you mean Zhu Sanliang's kind of river shrimp? ”

Yang Yi ignored him, glanced at the lost Chu Dongsheng and said, "People who joke with fate are generally very bitter. If you want the right fate to start yourself, first you have to be right. ”

There are too many things that Yang Yi has seen, and it is difficult to pursue this theoretical thing in reality, and countless people in history have struggled for these two words, and even did not hesitate to use war to fight for it.

The terrible thing is that it seems to be a simple thing, but no one has ever done it, countless people want to correct the scale, but the final result is that some people have fallen, and some people have gone from the low end to the high end, waiting for the next group of people to replace them, and finally the day is surprising to find that the balance has never wavered, but is getting higher and higher.

Where there are people, there will be injustice, this is human nature, it is an inevitability.

Yang Yi has lived in a society of equality for more than 20 years, but he has seen or encountered countless unequal things.

Chu Dongsheng is a poor student on TV and in novels, except for the protagonist, there are almost no people who can screw through reality, sometimes one wrong step will be doomed, life is like walking a tightrope, no matter how much resentment you have to press on the ground.

Wang Fei didn't need to think about this kind of person so much, and smirked: "I haven't had a good time today." ”

No one would discuss the philosophy of life with a guy whose mind is nothing but eating and fighting.

Chu Dongsheng still wanted to apologize, but was stopped by Yang Yi waving his hand, he didn't want this classmate who had just regained his dignity to be lost here again.

Li Yan got up and said to Yang Yi: "You should let Zhu Sanliang beat you, and then go to the emperor to cry for three days and three nights, and you can let Zhu Sanliang know the bitterness of fate." ”

Of course, Yang Yi would not pay attention to the unproductive suggestions.

"Don't bb, hurry up and divide the work, don't really want to sleep anymore." Decades of modern colloquial habits aren't so easy to break, and he certainly won't explain what a BB is to his three weird roommates.

Yang Yi is assigned in four directions, southeast, northwest and northwest, and each person is responsible for the area in one direction.

Li Yan chose the west side, which was the direction of the dormitory, and he was ready to sleep lazily.

Wang Fei will choose the east courtyard, the location of the canteen, and you can eat on the spot when you are hungry.

Chu Dongsheng hesitated for a long time, and chose the crowded south front garden, he was afraid that Zhu Sanliang would trouble him again.

In the end, only the inaccessible northern backyard of the academy was left for Yang Yi.

The structure of Guozi Academy is very regular and neat, and the activity area, office area, lively place, and quiet place are clearly divided.

The main building behind the academy is the library building, there are no other buildings around, out of the stone pavilion for reading and enjoying the scenery, there is a garden full of camellias and weeping willow trees, such a place generally needs to be quiet, during the day students will study in these places to think or do something else, which makes Yang Yi evil reminded of the previous university... Grove?

This kind of place must be full of birds and flowers during the day, and it is a little scary at night.

After cleaning the stone path in the courtyard outside, Li Yi walked straight into the library building.

The dean made it clear that all the buildings of the college were within the scope of cleaning.

Guozijian's library building is very large, a full three stories high, this is to be able to hold enough books, so as not to live up to the name of Daguang No. 1 Academy, as for whether every book is read, no one will care.

Yang Yi was a little shocked when he first came in, the collection of books on the third floor is no less than that of the mature library in the publishing industry, you must know that Daguang's papermaking and printing are still relatively backward, without Cai Lun's papermaking skills, Bi Sheng's movable type printing is nowhere to be found, and it is more troublesome to publish books.

Yang Yi was completely disappointed after walking up and down, and he had the impression that the library should be a very tall and mysterious place, such as the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, there will be martial arts cheats that allow people to realize the counterattack of Diaosi, and if you don't understand, there will be legendary figures like sweeping monks to guide you personally.

And Yang Yi only saw the four books and five classics, all kinds of poems and songs, these books that I want to vomit when I read them on weekdays, of course the sweeping monk does not have it, if there is, Yang Yi feels that whether to teach himself martial arts is secondary, let him hurry up and do his job, clean up the whole three floors.

Since there are no sweeping monks, these things have to be done by themselves.

During the cleaning, Yang Yi found that the library building was in a circular collision, there were many bookshelves on each floor, and the books were not classified, it seemed that they were just habitual, and the books that were used more were placed in the front.

Guozixue is a government-run college, and many students will become officials after they go out, so most of the classics on the first floor are for learning to govern the world, and the second floor is full of anthologies of poetry and songs of celebrities, both ancient and modern.

When Yang Yi passed by an inconspicuous corner on the third floor, he made an unexpected discovery.

Of course, it's not a martial arts secret, but a shelf full of books on arithmetic, engineering, and astronomy, and there are as many as two bookshelves.

Yang Yi was very surprised, he didn't expect that there would be these books in the academy, but looking at it like this, no one has touched these books here for a long time, and no one will waste their precious time on this so-called obscene technique, which is very similar to the unpopular major in the previous life.

The wisdom of the ancients is powerful, although there are many things that are easy to understand in the eyes of later generations, but in the period when science and technology and thought have huge limitations, these classics are a miracle.

Yang Yi put down the broom in his hand, took out a copy casually, smashed the dust on it, and saw the title of the book "The Book of Ink".

This is a Mohist inheritance, mainly introducing a lot of mechanical principles, Yang Yi is a little fascinated, the book describes a lot of mechanical phenomena and applications, and even introduces the principle of light and shadow refraction in a large way, so that Yang Yi recalled the simple telescope he made when he was a child in his previous life.

Yang Yi is reading more and more energetically, reading this kind of book makes himself completely out of the concept of this era has a little intimacy, although there are many theories that have been proven wrong in later generations, and some theories are still in the embryonic stage, but history is originally a pioneering process, growing up in mistakes and explorations.

Perhaps any modern person who finds a problem that should be common sense, but understands it in a book, will be eager to help correct it. And when you see the right place, you will be amazed that the wisdom of the ancients is so powerful and the thinking is so broad, which is a process of correction and fit, and it is a very interesting thing.

For people in this state, time usually flies quickly.

When Yang Yi felt a sore neck and looked up, the moon had already covered the treetops high, the moonlight reflected through the wooden window, shining between the bookshelves, the weeping willows that had just sprouted outside were swaying back and forth by the wind, and the shadows were lamenting and moaning like a dying old man, looking a little gloomy.