It's just that he is a newcomer, and He Fang knows very well that the superficial article must be done. At least Han Gang's family can't see through the difference between him and Han Gang. Reading books every day, practicing calligraphy, how Han Gang did his homework in the past, and now He Fang also does the same. Every morning after getting up and brushing his teeth and washing his face, he reads a book, and fortunately, the memories of this body for eighteen years are basically preserved, and it is not difficult for He Fang to draw a gourd in the same way.

Reading the scriptures day after day, He Fang couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Han Gang has already memorized the nine classics and three transmissions, as long as he reads the first sentence, he can memorize the whole text, and even the annotations that are many times more than the scriptures can be memorized. These memories have been inherited by He Fang very smoothly, and generally as long as they are raised, they can recite them smoothly. However, He Fang still cares about reciting every day, even if the memory is deep, if you don't review it from time to time, it will still fade away.

After putting down the book, He Fang often thought that if he could go back to a thousand years later with Han Gang's memories, with his eloquence that everyone talked nonsense smoothly, it shouldn't be a problem to show his face in the hundred forums.

'It's a pity...... ' He Fang sighed softly, if Han Gang's talent was left at this time, it would be just ordinary. Han Gang left behind not only memories and scrolls, but also articles and poems he had written in the past. The article is not enough, and it is impossible to judge the level of He Fang, at most I feel that there is a lack of logic in some places, and the conclusions and arguments do not match. But when he made poems, He Fang flipped through them casually, and he felt that he couldn't stand it.

The native Song Dynasty has been peaceful for a hundred years, with a rich literary style, many talented people, and words and phrases that have been passed down through the ages. Said to plug the scenery, there is 'long smoke and sunset lonely city closed', said farewell, there is 'to the long pavilion late, the first break of the shower', said the girlfriend's love, there are 'tears and flowers are silent, and the red flies over the swing'.

In He Fang's mind, even if Han Gang's poetry level cannot be compared with these famous artists, it should also have a level of one or two percent, but it is unexpected, but there are some works that make He Fang feel miserable, Han Gang even uses these things that should be burned to sing harmony with his classmates! ——Han Gang recorded the works of his classmates in the anthology, which is also of a general standard.

'What kind of poem is this?!' No wonder Kansai can't get out of Jinshi! ’

If the poetry and songs of Shaanxi scholars are of this level, it is not surprising to be killed by the lifters in Jiangnan. threw the seven or eight volumes of poetry sung by Han Gang and a group of boring literati on the table, and smashed it so that the bookshelf shook for a while.

It's only been more than ten days since he woke up, and Han Gang's memory He Fang has gradually become familiar, but Han Gang's identity He Fang still feels unfamiliar, and he always looks at his predecessor with the eyes of a third party, including his poems. Seeing Han Gang's masterpiece, He Fang didn't expect to be able to use it as a help. If He Fang is asked to take the exam instead of Han Gang, let alone take the Jinshi exam, I am afraid that it will be difficult to even pass the state's liberation test.

He Fang learned from Han Gang's memory that the scholars who passed the test were called Gongsheng, and they could also be called Juren. However, unlike the lifting of people in later generations, this is not a lifelong universal qualification, but a one-time qualification. If you want to take the Jinshi exam again after three years, you have to take the exam first and pass, otherwise you will not be eligible for tribute.

Moreover, the current examination has passed when he is lying in the hospital bed, and the tribute students in the state have been selected, and they are ready to go to Tokyo City next year to take the Jinshi examination. If you want to take the test, you have to wait three years.

Lottery tickets that can only be bought after three years have a pitifully small chance of winning. He Fang was not interested in testing his luck at all. Unless the imperial court can change the examination questions of the Jinshi subject to the Jingyi Strategy, which is easier for him to be familiar with and does not require much literary and artistic talent, he will have no hope of becoming a Jinshi!

"It's too difficult!" He Fang shook his head, fortunately, there is more than one way to make a fortune as an official. For example, the examination of the Ming Jing - this is a slightly less difficult imperial examination than the Jinshi subject; For example, cast under some high-ranking officials, make some merits and wait for recommendations; Or spend money directly* – in this case it's called 'in'.

“*？” He Fang looked around the room and smiled bitterly. At least for now, it's more difficult than the middle jinshi.

The Han family is already destitute, and the grass house where they live is still rented. In the past, although it was still in the front of the village, looking at the furniture brought out from the old home in his room, the shabby atmosphere also revealed itself. A bed, a bookcase, a bookcase, two wooden piers, and that's it.

The shape of these pieces of furniture is very simple, that is, a few poplars are spliced together horizontally and vertically. It has not been polished and looks very rough. There was not a single nail on it, only a mortise and tenon rivet. Especially the bookshelves, the tenons are a little loosely chiseled, and they will sway and creak when touched. There are 180 volumes of books stacked on several grids on the shelves, half of which were copied by Han Gang with a pen by hand, and then memorized from the place where he studied, there are nine classics and three transmissions, as well as some annotations to the scriptures, and even more than ten volumes of historical records.

The other 20 or so volumes are genuine Song editions, but they are all Fujian editions, not by Guozijian or Hangzhou, and not by private engravings—the Fujian edition ranks first in terms of the number of books printed in the world and the wide circulation, while the private edition is the least. But in terms of quality, the books sold by Fujian Printing Workshop are the worst. And Han Gang can only afford books produced in Fujian.

The four treasures of the study on the table are also poor. There was only half of the ink left in both of them, a stone inkstone that had not been carefully polished, half a stack of slightly rough yellow paper, and a half-foot-high bamboo pen holder next to a pen holder with four or five brushes hung on it, which contained seven or eight half-new brushes. This is all the stationery that Han Gang has.

It's a veritable poverty. ’

After half a month, He Fang gradually integrated the memory of the old owner of the body, and he was already able to make use of the vocabulary at this time, and he could also understand the meaning of the few lines on the bamboo pen holder, which was the only one with a little origin.

"The green jade is half a branch, and its reason is straight. It is advisable to remember its heart and its body. To give Yukun. ”

He Fang took the bamboo pen holder in his hand and read it softly. Very beautiful calligraphy, the words are like flowing water, and there is a dignified atmosphere, not comparable to vulgar hands. Just to the bottom left of the inscription on the pen holder, four words were written in a smaller font - 'Liang Zhangzai'. This is the name of the giver and the teacher of the original owner of this body.

The name Zhang Zai He Fang is vaguely familiar, as if he has heard it there, but he can't remember it. He knew very little about the history of the Song Dynasty, and most of the history classes in school were slept, and the name of the Song people that could make him vaguely familiar should be more or less a celebrity in this era. In the memory of the original owner of the body, his teacher was also known as Mr. Hengqu by the world, and he was very famous in Sergeant Guanlin.

As soon as he thought of Han Gang's teacher, a scene flashed through He Fang's mind. A middle-aged man in his forties, with a medium and upper stature, an ordinary appearance, but his demeanor and bearing are extraordinary, revealing righteousness and resoluteness everywhere. He was preaching to a dozen or twenty students in a fairly spacious earthen hut: 'If you don't know, you know; Ignorance is ignorance. Therefore, it is said: The saint has not tasted knowledge, but by asking is knowledge. The master asked Yu Lao Dan, and asked the teacher who was happy to ......

The teacher explains the Confucian classics above, and a group of nerds work hard to write books below. Regardless of the structure of the classroom and the attire of the teachers and students, He Fang is actually very familiar with such a scene.

"No, you can't call it a nerd ......"

He Fang shook his head. Han Gang followed Zhang Zai, in addition to learning Confucian classics, there are also courses in the art of war, water conservancy, astronomy, geography, archery, and music.

Just like the three-foot-long recurve bow hanging on the wall in Han Gang's room, it is a yellow birch bow body, with silk and hemp twisted strings, which is not exquisitely made, but it is more rough and beautiful. He Fang took off the bow and pulled the bowstring, but he didn't move. It felt very hard, and my arms, which didn't have much strength after recovering from a serious illness, couldn't be pulled apart at all.

According to the data in memory, this is a strong bow with one stone and three buckets, that is, it takes one hundred and thirty catties of strength to pull, and it is a gift from his second brother when he went out to study, which is much stronger than an ordinary hunting bow of five or six buckets. Han Gang relied on this bow and repeatedly entered the top five in the shooting competitions in which hundreds of classmates participated at the same time. His archery skills are by no means weak, which can also be seen from the calluses on his fingertips that have not faded.

Looking at his big hands with protruding joints over and over again, He Fang thought that when his body was a little better, he would strengthen the practice of archery. The ability that the original body possessed, after a blank period of more than half a year, and experienced the turmoil of changing owners, has gradually blurred. He Fang is a stingy character, and he will not let it be lost in vain, not only reading, but also archery, and he has to practice again. Yi Duo is not pressing, one more ability, one more choice in the future, from the teachings of his father in his previous life, He Fang remembers it very well.

Shooting is the six arts of a gentleman, and in ancient times, Confucian scholars were all equipped with both civil and military skills, holding a book in one hand and an arrow in the other. Han Gang's teacher Zhang Zai also pays attention to the six arts. In Han Gang's memory, he had accompanied his teacher and met many famous masters, and even the legendary ancestors of science, Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi, who happened to be Zhang Zai's cousins.

Ercheng and Zhang Zai are both Confucian masters, and when they got together, they began to discuss the question of 'heaven and earth have no heart, and man is their heart'......

"Heaven and earth have no heart!?"

He Fang was suddenly stunned, and almost lost his voice, why did he only remember who Zhang Zai was until now!? The famous sentence left by Hengqu Zhang Zai was hung on the wall of the middle school classroom, and he read it for three years, and before he crossed over, he was quoted by others, and he saw it many times on TV and in newspapers

——Establish a heart for heaven and earth! Make a life for the people! For the sake of the saints, continue to learn! Open peace for all generations!

This is the bearing that a Confucian should have!

Although in Han Gang's memory, Hengqu Academy has not yet been established at this time, and the four words that have been passed down through the ages have not yet appeared, but recalling the profound imprint left in Han Gang's memory, only Zhang Zai, who is both a scholar and a martial artist, has such courage in his eyes on the past and the present, and cares about the world!

"Set your heart for heaven and earth!

Make a life for the people!

For the sake of the saints, continue to learn!

Open peace for all generations! ”

He Fang groaned word by word, and a sense of pride and ambition surged in his heart. After crossing over, he felt for the first time that he had the most direct contact with history, and in a trance, his consciousness was inseparable from Han Gang.

'So that's my teacher......

PS: There may not be many people who know Zhang Zai's name. But with the four sentences of 'setting a heart for heaven and earth', I am afraid that there are very few people who do not know the Tao. Compared with other Confucian masters of the Song Dynasty such as Ercheng, Zhou Dunyi, and Zhu Xi, Zhang Zai's courage and open-mindedness far surpassed them. It's just that he didn't receive a good disciple, so that his knowledge turned into flowing water, and only the four sentences of Hengqu have been passed down through the ages.

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