In early summer, the fields are full of busy villagers.

In the bamboo forest behind the village, the sound of Lang Lang's book came out.

Mr. Ji, dressed in a green shirt, was holding a book in his hand and was slowly walking between the desks.

He reads a sentence, and the students follow suit, neatly and loudly.

"Hoo ......"

A discordant voice mingled with the sound of the book.

Mr. Ji raised his hand, and the sound of the book stopped abruptly, and he followed the direction where the snoring sound came.

On the desk by the window, a chubby boy was sleeping on his stomach, his mouth open, and drooling from the place where his cheek touched the desk.

Mr. Ji couldn't help frowning slightly, turned around and returned to the podium.

"Wei Wenxing, stand up." Mr. Ji said in a deep voice.

The little fat man was still sleeping, as if he had dreamed of eating chicken legs, and after smashing his mouth a few times, more saliva flowed out, causing the other students to snicker.

"Silence!"

Mr. Ji tapped the ring ruler in his hand on the podium, and his majestic gaze swept over the students below.

The students hurriedly sat upright, looking at their noses and noses one by one.

Mr. Ji accentuated his tone again: "Wei Wenxing, stand up!" ”

The little fat man opened his eyes violently, and he was so frightened that his sleepiness faded away at Mr. Ji's sinking eyes, and he quickly stood up.

Mr. Ji did not rush to scold him, but asked him to open the book.

"The Book of Rites. Read the second chapter of the University. He commanded.

The little fat man rubbed his eyes, quickly flipped the book in front of him there, and then stumbled into it.

“…… Those who want to be clear and virtuous in the world will rule the country first; Those who want to rule their country should first gather and their families; Those who want to gather their families must first cultivate their ...... Body; Those who want to cultivate their bodies must first correct their hearts; Those who want to correct their hearts ......"

finally finished reading this paragraph, and the little fat man's palms and head were full of sweat.

Mr. Ji shook his head: "It's too jerky, and it needs to be practiced repeatedly." ”

The little fat man lowered his head, and his drooping eyelashes covered the dissatisfaction under his eyes.

He muttered in a low voice, "My uncle said that rote memorization is useless, and you have to understand the meaning." ”

Mr. Ji raised his eyebrows, "Okay, then you can tell us the truth that Fang just said to us." ”

The little fat man raised his head suddenly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Sir, you just taught us to read it today, and you haven't explained the truth yet, how can I say it?" Not only me, but they are all just like me! ”

Mr. Ji bowed slightly: "Before school ended yesterday, I assigned a task, so that you can preview today's lesson after you go back, and figure out the truth, these principles are all integrated, as long as you use your heart to figure it out, you will have understanding, and you won't, it doesn't mean that others won't." ”

After speaking, Mr. Ji's gaze swept over the group of students below and asked, "Who can have any insight into the content of today's chapter, you can say it." ”

The students below, you look at me, I look at you, and then they all lowered their heads in tacit understanding, not daring to meet Mr. Ji's gaze.

Mr. Ji's eyes swept across the audience, but no one got up, and his eyes couldn't help showing a little disappointment.

The little fat man peeked at all this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he couldn't help but be proud.

"Sir, the student is not talented, dare to say my feelings."

A crisp, slightly childish voice sounded from a corner.

Mr. Ji followed his reputation as a skinny little boy with yellow hair.

"Tao Daping, please get up and speak." Mr. Ji said gently, with encouragement in his eyes.

The other students also turned their eyes to this corner and landed on this inconspicuous little boy.

I saw Tao Daping standing up, his hands hanging down to his sides, his waist straight, and his eyes looking straight ahead.