Since ancient times, civil officials and military generals have been at odds.

Civil officials abide by etiquette, emphasize education, and most of them like obedient, well-behaved, respectful and humble children.

The military attachés are a little different, they are rude at home, they think that children are well-behaved and obedient, but they can't be weak, they prefer children who are a little more energetic.

Chang Qing is the secretary of the Ministry of Officials, and he is the leader of the Ministry of Officials, and the Ministry of Officials is the head of the six departments of the imperial court.

If he speaks, many civil servants will echo him.

And the military generals were already at odds with the civilian officials, so after Chengguo made his mouth public, the military generals spoke one after another.

All of a sudden, it became a civil and military general.

The emperor had a headache.

He is happy to see the discord between civil officials and military generals, otherwise he is afraid that he will not be able to sleep at night, but he is a little tired of fighting back and forth like this every once in a while.

Immediately interrupted the noise on both sides, and asked Jiang Long and Fang Yue to bring the children to the main hall.

Coming to the main hall, Fang Yue stood on the left hand side with the students he taught.

Jiang Long is standing on the right hand side with the children.

"The reason for this competition is very clear to all Aiqing, some well-educated people, famous Confucians, and many gentlemen in private schools in the capital say that reading books is a plaything, which has seriously affected the students' schoolwork, and I have received a lot of requests to seize the excerpts of the Bogu Tongjin Printing House." The old emperor did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point, "The Bogu Tongjin Printing House is an industry in the Chengguo Mansion, and I summoned it to the palace to ask how to deal with this matter.

However, he said that children's reading books is helpful for schoolwork.

Then he asked to have a try with the ministers who had asked for the closure of the printing house, and after thinking about it, I nodded and agreed. ”

"The Emperor Shengming!"

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty all shouted in unison.

The old emperor waved his hand slightly, "This competition is judged by the number of words the child learns and the number of truths he knows, so let's take a test now."

Come on, take pen and ink! ”

"Yes!" There were eunuchs outside Wenyuan Pavilion who responded, and after a while, more than a dozen little eunuchs carried a low table, and there were pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table.

The low table was set up, and the children sat down and began to ink.

Jiang Long and Fang Yue had taught this point, so the children did not make mistakes.

Even if there were two children of three or four years old under each of them, they were still sitting there.

Many Chinese military generals nodded secretly when they saw it.

After that, I started to write, and I could write as much as I could.

As soon as I picked up the pen, the children on both sides were immediately different.

The children taught by Fang Yue all sit in a correct posture, and the way they hold the pen is also very standardized.

The children taught by Jiang Long can hold the brush as much as they want, and sit comfortably as they want.

The Chinese officials in the DPRK were buzzing with each other.

looked at Jiang Long's gaze, which was also mixed with banter and disdain.

When writing, the way to sit and hold the pen are all hard requirements.

If you sit upright and hold the brush correctly, you can write more fluently, and then work hard to write good words.

Of course, Jiang Long also knew this, but these children were still young, so he didn't teach them.

Many generals also frowned secretly at this time, because in comparison, the children on Fang Yue's side were indeed superior at this time.

Only Cheng Guogong moved his gaze to Jiang Long, and what he saw was Jiang Long's confident and indifferent smile.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

After half a pillar of incense, the children on Fang Yue's side gradually began to frown, think, and put down the brush.

What has been learned, what has been memorized, has already been written.

But the children on Jianglong's side are still struggling to write, as if there are still many words to write.

After a while, the children on Fang Yue's side had all put down their brushes.

But the children on Jiang Long's side, except for the two who were only three or four years old who occasionally raised their heads and looked left and right curiously, the rest of the people still did not put down their pens.

Fang Yue's face became more and more ugly.

The faces of the civil officials, led by Chang Qing, are also becoming more and more gloomy.

Most of the generals, as well as the Chengguo Gong, were laughing and chatting.

After writing half a pillar of incense, the children on Jiang Long's side gradually put down the pen in their hands.

"Come on, let's check which child writes the most." The emperor spoke.

Fang Yue was not convinced, and personally came over to see how many words Jiang Long taught the children to write.

But when I look at it, I look depressed.

Although he has a way to teach children to sit and hold a pen, after all, they are all just enlightened, so the words written by the children on both sides are crooked and dare not compliment.

But when it comes to the number of words, Fang Yue doesn't dare to look at it directly.

As soon as the clear-eyed person looked at Fang Yue's expression, he understood that the winner or loser had been decided.

A moment later, a civil servant counted it.

The person who wrote the most words was a boy from a civilian family taught by Jiang Long, named Yang Jian, who had just turned six years old this year.

A total of 833 words were written.

The rest of the people were able to write between six hundred and eight hundred.

On Fang Yue's side, the one who wrote the most was only in his early two hundred.

Many ministers were surprised to hear the final result.

That's too big a gap!

The generals immediately burst into laughter, aiming at the civilians, saying that they were knowledgeable but could not teach children.

Chang Qing's face was ugly, but he was not as dissatisfied as the other party.

He also enlightened the children in his family, but when it came to efficiency, he was not as good as Fang Yue.

It's really amazing that the children on Jianglong's side are too amazing.

If he hadn't known that the emperor would not favor Jiang Long, he would have wondered if there was a ghost in it.

In seven days, most of the children learned 600 to 800 words.

The most one, even able to write 833 words!

The emperor sat on the dragon chair, browsing the pages written by the children, not obvious on the surface, but also surprised in his heart.

After looking at it, I saw the strangeness in it.

Fang Yue taught the children to write hundreds of family names.

This is also the first teaching material for private school students to enlighten children.

The people's homes are very practical, most of the people are illiterate, even if they have gone to private school, they can't study for a few years.

If you learn the surname, you will at least know how to write your name.

Even the two children who were only three or four years old, Fang Yue was also taught.

And these children taught by Jiang Long are purely writing stories.

Writing a story is naturally very smooth, unlike a hundred family names, where a word has to be divided into a paragraph, and the difficulty is naturally greater.

This old emperor is not a mediocre person, and after a while, he found out the doorway.

But seeing through it is seeing through it, this result is exactly in line with Jiang Long's statement, reading this book is helpful for children's schoolwork.

At least you can learn more words in the same amount of time.

But...... Can the emperor say this?

Apparently not!

Let the private school use books to enlighten the children?

Isn't that a joke?

Many people send their children to private schools, not to participate in the imperial examination, but to go straight to the top, just to let their children learn to write their own names, and then learn numbers, so that at least they will not be deceived when settling accounts, many of them just study for a year or half a year, and they can't afford to pay the fees.

If you replace the textbook with a script...... Can poor children learn to tell stories to their parents when they go home?

The old emperor's brows gradually furrowed.

Chang Qing is the prince's henchman, so he naturally doesn't want Jiang Long to be in the limelight.

Seeing that the results had come out before, he thought that Fang Yue had lost, but at this time, looking at the emperor's expression, it seemed that he didn't want Jiang Long to win.

So he rolled his eyes slightly, immediately stepped out of the train, bowed down and said: "Your Majesty, in addition to comparing the number of words, this competition also depends on what the children have learned. ”

He Jin immediately took a diagonal step and echoed his words.

"Well, that's what I've said." The old emperor nodded slightly, but smiled bitterly in his heart.

On the pages written by the children taught by Jiang Long, whom he had just read, there were one story after another, and these stories were meant to tell some truth.

Therefore, in the next competition, the children taught by Jiang Long will inevitably win.

It's just that no one saw the faint bitterness at the corner of his mouth.

Next, there is no limit to what the children have learned.

Fang Yue took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and thought that whether he could draw with Jiang Long would depend on this round of competition.

didn't know that he had already lost a lot.

Turning around, his gaze swept majestically over the children he taught.

Exposed to his stern gaze, these children instinctively shrank their short bodies in fright.

Fang Yue also taught the children that they should know that heaven, earth, king, parent, and teacher should be loyal to the king, serve their parents and elders in the family, and then respect and be grateful to their teachers.

Everyone understands this.

And the emperor obviously prefers Fang Yue's teaching method.

Because he can give such a young child, he will instill the idea of loyalty to the monarch early.

Fang Yue took the roll call one by one in order, and the children all said this truth.

When the children on Jiang Long's side answered, the children raised their right hands one after another.

The old emperor looked puzzled.

Jiang Long bowed down and explained, "Caomin thinks that children also have the right to speak in class, such as some knowledge is not understood, and the teacher has a mistake in the tongue, and the student can also point it out." But if you want to speak, you have to raise your hands.

Only when the teacher agrees to roll out the names can they stand up and speak. ”

As soon as these words came out, the civil officials immediately talked about it.

They teach their children who they want to talk and who they want to talk again.

Children are passive and have no right to speak.

But at this time, Jiang Long's point of view, they can't say that it is wrong.

Shouldn't the student point out the teacher's mistake? The teacher was too narrow-minded.

Of course, they do not approve of it in their hearts, because in their opinion, the teacher has the majesty of the teacher and does not allow the student to provoke.

"You come on." The old emperor nodded and pointed to a boy.

The boy got up immediately, there was no fear on his face, in fact, he didn't know what he was afraid of at a young age, and he held his head high, "Back to the emperor, the grass people will tell you one of the twenty-four filial piety stories, lying on the ice and begging for carp ......"

This story is about a boy named Wang Xiang, who was filial to his mother, and his mother died early, and his stepmother, Zhu, gave birth to a son, Wang Lan, who favored his own son, and often made Wang Xiang do heavy work and eat rough rice. But Wang Xiang is filial to his parents and never slackens. When his parents were sick, Wang Xiangyi couldn't untie his clothes, and he took care of them day and night, and the decoction must be tasted first and then entered.

The stepmother wants to eat fresh fish, the weather is cold and freezing, and there is nowhere to buy it. Wang Xiang braved the bitter cold wind, stripped on the river and lay on the ice, the ice was warmed, and a carp jumped out from under the ice, and he happily took it home to honor his stepmother.

This incident deeply touched the stepmother. After the death of his stepmother, Wang Xiang was grieved and buried according to the rites. Wang Xiang is very protective of his brother Wang Lan, Wang Lan has special respect for his brother, and he is famous for his brother and brother.

Speaking of zuihou, the boy opened his mouth again, saying that he must honor his parents like Wang Xiang.

Hearing that such a big child could actually tell such a truth, the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs was shocked.