At the end of the morning class, a short break for a while before the main class began, because the more than a dozen children in the school hall are of different ages, different degrees, and the progress of learning is not the same, so the teaching is in batches, Yuan Lang first taught the younger children "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", "Thousand Character Text", and then taught the older children "University", and then the older ones are "The Mean", "Analects", etc., the children who were taught listened to the class and learned, and the children who were not taught learned to endorse the words, so that the round has come to the time.

"Rest for a quarter of an hour, and don't go out of the yard." Back to the side of the case, Yuan Lang commanded, and then brought the time-using colander to the table (the shape of the colander is similar to the two funnels of the butt, divided into two parts, the sowing kettle and the receiving kettle, the sowing kettle is divided into two to four layers, all have small holes, can drip water, and finally flow into the receiving kettle, there is a standing arrow in the receiving kettle, the arrow is engraved for 100 minutes, and the arrow gradually rises with the storage of water, revealing the number of engravings to show the time, and each moment is equivalent to about 14.4 minutes now).

There was a burst of cheers, leaving down the textbooks and books, at least three-quarters of the children in the room rushed out of the classroom and ran to the yard to laugh and play, and the rest of the few also got together to chat and talk, only Tan Xiaotian was still lying on the table and copied carefully according to the words left by Yuan Lang.

"Every day, take a break between classes, let's go outside and play." Tian Qingyou had already run out of the door, but he turned back and leaned in half of his body and shouted to Tan Xiaotian.

"Well, in a moment, wait until I'm done with this line." Tan Xiaotian responded loudly, but his body did not move at all, still writing stroke by stroke, and the speed was not much different from before.

Tian Qingyou couldn't wait, turned back to the yard, and shouted and played with a group of friends.

This process was clearly seen by Yuan Lang behind the lectern, the old man stroked his beard, and secretly wondered in his heart - a five-year-old child is the age when he is fun and has no opinions, not to mention that someone is calling, even if he is alone, he will sneak out to play, but Tan Xiaotian can control the urge to go out and play, but set a goal for himself, and insist on not leaving until he reaches the goal, it is already very rare to have such a consciousness at a young age, and it is even more rare to be urged by Tian Qingyou, Tan Xiaotian's writing speed and posture have not been affected by this, how many of them can achieve such a psychological quality, even if they are rational and mature adults?

After the words were written, Tan Xiaotian did not immediately throw down the pen and run out, but came to Yuan Lang with a piece of paper full of words, "Teacher, the homework you assigned is done." The child respectfully reported.

"Hmm", took the paper, Yuan Lang looked carefully, in terms of the first time he used a brush to write on real paper, Tan Xiaotian performed quite well, but Yuan Lang did not particularly praise it, took out the red pen for grading, and circled the places that were better written - more than forty words on a piece of paper, and there were only four or five places where they were circled.

"Drawing circles is the better part of writing, and I think about the feeling when I write these words, although it is only the basic strokes of dots, horizontal, vertical, apostrophe, and pinching, but only when I practice these well, can I write beautiful words. From today onwards, you will go home and write five sheets of paper every day until all the strokes are circled in red, remember? After the review was completed, he handed the paper back to Tan Xiaotian, and Yuan Lang instructed.

"Huh? Five sheets of paper?! Tan Xiaotian exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widened - it took him most of the class time to fill this page just now, and he wrote five pages, so how much time did it take?

"Why, do you think it's too little?" With a straight face, Yuan Lang asked.

"Uh, no, it's not." Tan Xiaotian hurriedly shook his head like a drum-aunt told him a thousand times, and when he came to the school, the teacher's words must be listened to, and Teacher Yuan asked him to do whatever he wanted, and he knew what he wanted to do, and if he didn't understand, he had to do the same.

"Then why did you just widen your eyes?" Yuan Lang asked.

"Well, how long is it going to be like this? When will I be able to learn other words? Tan Xiaotian muttered in a low voice - Yuan Lang asked him to write some very simple words, even simpler than the words in "Hundred Family Names" that he already could write, he thought that after writing these words, the teacher would teach him new knowledge, but he didn't expect to continue to practice, and he was inevitably a little disappointed.

"It's up to you. The sooner you lay a good foundation for basic skills, the sooner you can learn new things. Yuan Lang said.

Shaking his head, Tan Xiaotian listened to it with a full of mush, although he was very smart, but after all, he was only a five-year-old child, and being able to understand this truth was basically equivalent to going against the sky.

"Hmm", also realizing that what he said was too profound for a five-year-old child, Yuan Lang groaned for a while and decided to take another approach.

"Have you heard of Wang Xizhi?" Yuan Lang asked.

"Nope." Tan Xiaotian shook his head, this was completely expected by Yuan Lang.

"Wang Xi's people are called Wang Youjun, the great calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, known as the 'sage of calligraphy', and his work "Orchid Pavilion Preface" is called "the first line of books in the world" by later generations, do you know how he practiced calligraphy when he was young?" Yuan Lang asked.

"How?" Children like to listen to stories, Tan Xiaotian asked curiously.

Wang Xizhi has loved calligraphy since he was a child, and he doesn't even let go of eating and walking, when he has no pen and paper, he writes on his body, and over time, even his clothes are torn. Practice with a bad brush, piled together into a hill, known as 'pen mountain', where he lives there is a pool, whenever after practicing the word he comes here to wash the pen and inkstone, over time, the water in the whole pool is dyed black, is called 'washing inkstone', think about it, can dye the whole pool of water black, how many times do you have to practice to do it? Of course, the level of calligraphy is only one aspect of the literati, and I don't want you to do the same as Wang Xizhi - he is a son of a scholar, and he was destined to become an official in the court from birth, and he has the time and conditions to focus on the study of calligraphy and nothing else. I'm telling you this, just to let you understand how much hard work to get how much you can get, you are good at diligence and ridiculous, you are still young, you don't need to be too anxious to learn new things, the most important thing is to lay a solid foundation, and then learn new things in the future to get twice the result with half the effort, remember? Yuan Lang asked.

"Yes, I remember." The truth only seems to be understood, but Tan Xiaotian has firmly remembered the story told by the teacher.