Entering from a red lacquered door in Guangye Hall, you will see a four-friend screen with red sandalwood side seats placed next to the wall. The copper yellow bottom, pine, bamboo, and Meilan are inlaid with chisel tire point blue method, and a simple and elegant Yun is coming.

In front of the screen, the Taishi chair and a Huanghuali inlaid moire scroll book case, there are pen, ink, paper, inkstone, books and scrolls on the case, all available, this is the doctor and the teaching assistant to give lectures, and the east and west sides of each set of tables and chairs are placed for the study and the record to sit.

Guangye Hall is a beginner class, and doctors and teaching assistants rarely come, and they are mainly taught by Xuezheng Xuelu.

Shun Yu looked at the table on the east side and sat upright with a solemn face, his beard was gray, his body was long, his cheekbones were deep, and his eyes were extremely sharp.

She didn't dare to be careless, and Wang Gui and a few others came to him and saluted respectfully. The gentleman didn't say much, but just shook his jaw as a return gift.

In this way, the ceremony is finished, and you can go to the hall, which is deep and open, ten vertical rows, three rows of old lacquer long desks, arranged neatly, and a table can accommodate three people side by side.

Shun Yu chose five rows of seats by the window, and Wang Gui also followed, sat beside her, hurriedly took out the cultural relics and the books used, and then opened the "Great Message" and muttered to it.

A quarter of an hour or so, the table and chairs have been full, the head of the hall began to walk back and forth a little Mao, and finally the name of Feng Shunyu, seeing the eyes, he went to the front to instruct, the previous salute is Xuezheng Liu Haiqiao, Guangye Hall lecture, here to study, be sure to study hard, respect the teacher, if you want to go in and out of the hall or go to the toilet between classes, remember to go to him to get the respect or Gong brand. Shun Yu nodded in agreement, he didn't say anything more, and handed the book to Liu Haiqiao for him to consult.

Shun Yu only felt that the name Liu Haiqiao was very familiar, thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered that when Qin Yanhong invited himself to eat roast duck that day, Qin Yanzhao mentioned that he was called Liu Haiqiao, who had participated in the compilation of examination questions, and because of the separation of test questions, he was impeached and deposed for Shen Zetang and lost his official position.

When he was about to return to his hometown in despair, he was summoned by Shen Zetang to serve as a scholar in the country, which responded to the impermanence of the world and the sadness and joy.

However, listening to Qin Yanzhao's tone, Liu Haiqiao is quite respectful, he is a profound Confucian, full of economy, and has written a lot, teaching and educating people here, it is more suitable for him than to be an official and involved in politics.

Suddenly, there was silence in the hall, and Liu Haiqiao's voice was loud, talking about today's class arrangement, first teaching how to make eight-strand art, and then taking turns to endorse elsewhere, and the newly admitted inmates took Yan and Liu Zi to copy 600 characters.

As soon as these words came out, the sentient beings became more and more frightened, Mr. Liu lectured, and liked to answer questions the most, praised the right, scolded the wrong, and then beat the wrong bamboo and wooden board twice.

It didn't take long for him to ask, does anyone know the essentials of the eight-strand system? Several inmates were selected one after another, and the answers were right and wrong, and there were many wrong and too little, but they couldn't grasp the fundamentals.

This face instantly became stern, his eyes swept back and forth, and when he saw that all living beings were either bowing their heads to dodge, or their eyes were flashing, they were displeased, so they simply picked up the book and looked at it carefully, pondered for a long time, and looked up and asked: "Where is Feng Shunyu?" ”

Shun Yu was slightly stunned, this gentleman did not play cards according to common sense, and when he was in the school or the school, he did not ask questions from new students, this was the first time.

Thinking about it, he hurriedly stood up and replied.

Liu Haiqiao reminded her: "When you first enter the school, just say what you think, and you won't be punished if you are wrong." ”

Shun Yu pondered for a moment and said: "According to the student's humble opinion, the eight-strand system art is nothing more than the word sober. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Liu Haiqiao listened fresh and with some interest.

Among the full house, there are many people who have reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and look at him as a newborn calf, he will believe it, so he should just listen to the excitement.

"An article, anyway, is born together, one line to the end, orderly, this is clear; Intentions, the old woman can understand, this is awakening. However, clear or sober, it is easy to lose the article is pale and shallow, and the few white descriptions are boring and lonely, because there is no intention to say anything, if you want to change it, you need to get a "familiar" word. Familiar with reading, thinking and practicing, and working diligently, you can practice makes perfect, and gather into wonderful essays. ”

Shun Yu finished speaking in one breath, in fact, this is not her alone, when she studied under Mr. Fang Xigu in Fuxue, it was the teachings he gave, which were kept in mind and used to learn and sell.

The atmosphere is full of subtlety! When sentient beings heard the truth, they secretly praised him for his quick thinking and deep concealment. Those who listened to it half-understood, but felt that he was sharp and sharp-tongued, and his mouth was like a river, and he was a character.

As for Liu Haiqiao, although he was silent, he was silent, but he was silent, as if he was pondering the words repeatedly.

After a while, he motioned for Shun Yu to sit down, and praised: "That's a great point!" Simple and sophisticated, it is in the middle of the eight-strand art essentials. ”

For Shun Yu, this is just a word of Mr. Agree, but it has made waves for the prisoners in the hall, Liu Xuezheng has never praised anyone like this, so thoughtful, looking at Shun Yu's eyes is very different.

After lunch, there are only two things in front of the table of Liuhaiqiao, a bowl of hot Lu'an melon slices, and a thick bamboo and wood board.

All living beings in the order from front to back, from south to north, one after another, with different expressions, held books in front of him, first bowed, and then turned their backs to the wall, and Langlang carried them.

If you are familiar with the back, Liu Haiqiao will choose one or two sentences of the text and let him explain the meaning, if he can speak smoothly, he can pass without being punished.

However, there are also those who cannot explain or memorize half-baked, that is, they are severely reprimanded and punished for copying books several times. If you encounter a person who can't memorize or explain, the bamboo and wooden board will come in handy, beating ten boards, and the palm is full of red carry.

Shun Yu has copied 600 words, and at this time he is bowing his head and gently blowing the ink on the paper, and the ink in the black silk column has not dried.

I saw that Wang Gui, who was going to endorse in front of Mr., came over with grinning teeth, wanting to cry without tears.

Shun Yu sighed, such as Wang Gui, although he is dedicated to learning and has never been lazy, but even so, his studies are not good as usual, so why force the way to fame, it is better to take another path, maybe the willows and flowers will not stop.

She took out a small box of ointment from her sleeve, which was still the medicine that was dispensed by Zhao Huanan when she was studying at Qin Jiayi School, and Qin Yanzhao personally went to the study to dispense it. After she recovered from her injury, she still had half a box left, and she was reluctant to throw it away, so she always carried it with her.

"My ointment works very well, you can apply it quickly, and then rub it a few times with your fingertips."

Shun Yu lifted the cover and handed it to Wang Gui, looked at his unfolded palm, and couldn't help but smile: "Mr. is still merciful, but it is red and swollen, and there is no bruising and broken skin, and it will be fixed for two or three days after rubbing this medicine." ”

Wang Gui is not good at school on weekdays, his husband is not in pain, and his classmates don't love him, who would have thought that this new young man is so kind and gives him medicine to ........

For a while, I had mixed feelings, poked at the sad place, and shed a few male tears.

Shun Yu also said that he was in pain!

simply showed him his own stall: "Who hasn't been beaten by Mr.'s board!" What is more ruthless and painful than you is that if you are afraid, don't come to study. ”

But seeing her white and soft palms, the shallow traces of hitting the board, have not faded clean!