The next morning, in the east chamber of the Shen family's compound, in the clan science covered by green bamboo, the sound of Langlang books was still the same.

Shen Jing was the only one who didn't study hard, and he looked out the door, his eyes full of anxiety...... It's about to be the hour, and the gentleman will come back at any time, why is it silent that the kid hasn't come yet? It's not like I'm embarrassed to come if I didn't finish it, right? It must be yes, he loves face so much.

While he was thinking wildly, he saw a white shadow flash in from outside the door, and sat down beside him with a whoosh. I just wanted to praise 'Brother, it's so light.' Then he saw Shen Mo sweating profusely, panting and lying on the table.

"Can't you wake up early?" Shen Jing said a little proudly, he couldn't imagine that there would be a day when it would be his turn to say this.

Shen Mo rolled his eyes, and was just about to speak, when he saw Mr. Shen with a straight face appear at the door, and hurriedly sat upright, not even wiping the sweat on his face.

Shen Lian walked to the big case and stood still, and Shen Xiang led the students to stand up and bow to Mr.

Mr. Shen's gaze swept over everyone, and then he sat down and said in a deep voice, "Sit down." ”

When the students sat down, he said with a sigh of gold: "Check your homework." ”

The first student on the right got up, walked up to Mr., put the book on the table as he did yesterday, first memorized what he had memorized yesterday, and then memorized what he learned yesterday, with stumbling in the middle, and finally inevitably had to eat the board.

Shen Mo found that this gentleman always hit hard at first, and the latter was lifted high and fell gently, although there was a sound, but it did not hurt anyone.

Maybe it's for the next day. He did not hesitate to speculate on the old fellow with the greatest malice.

After the typing was over, Mr. Shen read the sentence for the student and the student followed, even if he had preliminarily completed the teaching and reading task of today, he returned to his seat and read aloud repeatedly.

Then came the next, and then the next, and silently noticed that the number of sentences taught by the gentleman to each student varied greatly, some fifty or sixty sentences, and some only a dozen sentences...... "Random surnames are really big." He couldn't help but sneer.

Among these people, Shen Xiang has read deeply and has already read the "Book of Rites", and the rest of the similar grades are mostly working the four books, and the younger ones are still reading literacy books...... Private school education starts with the recognition of square characters, and after a few months or half a year, students will read the "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", "Thousand Character Text", "Famous and Sage Collection", "Prodigy Poems", "Five Words and Miscellaneous Words" and "Seven Words and Miscellaneous Words", etc., which are equivalent to literacy textbooks.

It takes about a year or two to complete literacy education, and then start serious reading. According to the regulations of Zhu Xi's sage, read the "University" first to determine its scale; Read the Analects for the second time to determine its roots; read "Mencius" for the second time to observe its development; Read "The Mean" for the second time, in order to seek the subtleties of the ancients.

Among the "Four Books", there are 12,700 words in the Analects, more than 34,600 words in Mencius, and about 50,000 words in the "Great and Medium", and even Zhu Xi's annotations have to be memorized, so it takes a long time. But this is the most important basis for writing the eight-strand text. This must be done well in the teens.

Then read the "Book of Songs", "Zuo Chuan", "Book of Books", "Book of Rites", "Book of Changes", etc., naturally you must also read it well and be able to recite it. In order to prevent forgetting, these well-read books must be reviewed frequently, especially the "Four Books", and even the text must be annotated with Zhu Zhu, and they will always be familiar with it. Quoting casually is as natural as speaking, and without this basic skill, it is impossible to talk about writing eight strands.

It took more than an hour, and twenty-five of the twenty-seven students in the whole school hall went up, leaving Shen Jing and Shen Mo two difficult brothers, and the gentleman didn't call, and the two didn't dare to go up.

"Shen Jing, you come up." Fortunately, Mr. Shen didn't have any bad taste, so he quickly named him.

"Yes." Shen Jing hurriedly answered, still holding a stack of fine rice paper in his hand.

Mr. Shen took the stack of papers, and when he saw the stinky words that were staggering and missing, missing arms and legs, he frowned, sighed, and said, "I'm really blind to such a good paper." ”

Shen Jing's face was flushed, he lowered his head in shame, and whispered: "Sir, this is the last one, you will get tired if you write too many words......"

Shen Lian let out an 'oh', flipped out the first chapter to take a look, and sighed again: "I'm still blind." ”

Shen Jing was finally speechless......

Mr. Shen frowned, read these pieces of paper with great perseverance, put it down and said, "I copied the academic training fourteen times, and the thousand-character text was not written at all. ”

Shen Jing said aggrievedly: "Yesterday, the students wrote as soon as they went back, and they didn't even eat dinner, and then they fell asleep while writing, and when they went to the school early this morning, they wrote again." ”

Shen Lian looked at him with a straight face for a long time, and looked at Shen Jing all over...... Who knows, Mr. Shen's old-fashioned face, which has not changed for thousands of years, suddenly showed a smile.

Shen Jing rubbed his eyes vigorously, he had never seen Mr. smile before.

Shen Lian's smile flashed, and his expression returned to seriousness: "For the sake of the best you have done, I will not punish you this time." ”

Shen Jing rubbed his ears again, and said in disbelief: "Don't play the handboard?" ”

"I have no objection if you want to." Mr. Shen said coldly.

"No, no, no." Shen Jing hurriedly waved his hand and said, he felt that today was already Huang Daoji, and he should really go to Daxing to touch it.

Next is the teaching time, but Shen Lian did not let Shen Jing take the book, but asked him to step forward and teach him the correct writing posture, as well as how to hold and move the pen hand in hand. Finally, he handed him a notebook and said: "Start from the horizontal and vertical skimming and folding practice, write 10,000 strokes, and hand it over to me tomorrow." ”

Shen Jing almost fainted, took the notebook with both hands, and went down.

When Shen Jing sat down, there was only one left who was not called by name.

Shen Lian looked at him expressionlessly for a long time before he whispered, "Come up." ”

Shen Mo got up with a thick stack of manuscript paper in both hands and walked towards him calmly.

Under the curious eyes of the students, he stood in front of the big case for the first time.

"Are you done with your homework?" Shen Lian didn't even look at him.

"Mr. Hui, it's done." Shen Mo said softly.

"Oh?" Shen Lian said coldly: "What about the hundred times that I copied? No matter what you say, I'm going to see 8,800 words. ”

Silence can already ignore his prejudices, he can't ask everyone to like him, he only asks himself, with his hands to earn dignity...... He believed that he could do it, as long as the gentleman did not violate his conscience.

So he said in a calm voice: "Eight thousand eight hundred words, a lot of words!" ”

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Today is Teacher's Day. There is a Chinese teacher in Monk High School, he has always been very unhappy with my character, and I have always been very unhappy with his character, so much so that I don't even send text messages to greet him on Teacher's Day. But it is undeniable that more than half of the credit for the reason why I can write for you is that 'the writing is not bad'. Okay, Mr. Y, happy festival, even though it's been eight minutes.