When Lin Junxuan woke up, the charcoal fire in the brazier was still burning, Mr. Gan Ruye was not by his side, and the blanket that was originally covering him was covering his own body.

"You're awake!" A familiar voice came from overhead, and when he raised his head, Lin Junxuan saw that at the front of the school hall, on a purple square chair, Gan Ruye was sitting precariously, holding a book in his hand, and was studying carefully.

"There's water in the basin, and the towel is next to your pillow, and after washing, you eat the buns on your plate, which I bought in the morning, and eat it while it's still a little hot." Gan Ruye didn't look up, her eyes still fell on the scroll, motionless. The charcoal in the brazier crackled, and Gan Ruye was silent after saying this.

Lin Junxuan only glanced at Gan Ruye before retracting his gaze. Gan Ruye obviously has the habit of reading early, and he doesn't want to be disturbed at this time. Uncovering the blanket on his body, and then carefully folding the blanket, Lin Junxuan walked to the basin, washed his face with a towel, and scooped some water from the jug to rinse his mouth.

There were three buns on the plate, Lin Junxuan took one, and there were still two left on the plate.

"I have some books in my study, you can browse the books there, if you don't understand, it doesn't matter, write down those words, and come and ask me later. Gan Ruye's voice sounded again.

When he got a blanket for Gan Ruye last night, Lin Junxuan found that there was an old wooden bookcase in Gan Ruye's study, and now with Gan Ruye's permission, he was naturally happy.

"Thank you, teacher," Lin Junxuan saluted and entered Gan Ruye's study. At night, the light was a little dim, Lin Junxuan didn't see the layout in Gan Ruye's room clearly, and when he looked at it again, he saw that Gan Ruye's room was very simple. The place against the wall of the room was a thin wooden bed, and there was only a thin quilt on the wooden bed, without that blanket, Lin Junxuan could hardly imagine how this gentleman would survive the winter.

In another corner, Lin Junxuan saw an old bookcase standing against the wall, although the bookcase was very old, it was very clean and free of dust, and it was obvious that someone had wiped it frequently.

"The teacher is a real book lover!" Standing in front of the bookcase, Lin Junxuan slowly looked at the books in the bookcase, the bookcase was divided into seven layers, and the books inside were neatly arranged. On each floor of the bookcase was a note with a brush on which the words were written. The lower five floors are the "Sutra", "History", "Zi" and "Collection", of which the "History" occupies two floors of bookshelves. Further up is the book "Mengxue", which is dedicated to the words and deeds of Mencius. On the top layer, the "Compendium" is written on it. In this layer, there are only three thin booklets "Jun Gang", "Chen Gang", and "Zi Gang".

"These three outlines are located on the top floor of the bookshelf, so it seems that the teacher inherited the 'Mencius school's school, although he attached great importance to his own doctrine, but he still respected the moral etiquette outline, that is, the three outlines of the king, the minister, and the son. "Lin Junxuan is most interested in the books on the "History" layer. 'History' refers to various genres of historical works, divided into 15 categories, such as official history, chronicles, chronicles, etc., for Lin Junxuan, to understand the world, reading "History" is the best.

Ignoring other books, Lin Junxuan's gaze jumped directly to the books classified in "History", but a strange phenomenon appeared, in the "History" department, there is no chronicle, but other official histories, chronicles, edicts, biographies, etc. are very complete.

"Could it be that someone has taken away all the books such as chronicles," This is Lin Junxuan's first feeling, and the only person who can do this is obviously Gan Ruye, frowning slightly, Lin Junxuan doesn't care. Books that don't have a chronicle don't matter much, and the 'Chronicle of the End' also records what happened in a world.

'Chronicles' refer to a type of book that classifies important events and then compiles them together in chronological order. This kind of book is more interesting and organized to read.

Pulling out a thick 'chronicle book', Lin Junxuan sat on the ground not far from the bookcase and read it with the white light coming in from the door. Lin Junxuan's reading is very targeted, if it is according to the normal reading method, the two-grid bookcase will not be able to read in five or six days, but Lin Junxuan is just reading extensively. only focuses on the major events of the dynasty, and does not pay attention to the stories of emperors, kings, generals, ministers, and marquis in the book.

Turning the pages of the book, a thick volume of historical pictures unfolded, and this strange world finally opened a page in front of Lin Junxuan's eyes.

In the historical torrent of this world, countless historical dynasties have been annihilated, although the names of Xia, Shang, and Western Zhou are like thunder, but they are not the three dynasties that Lin Junxuan knows, here, they are just the epitome of the replacement of the three worldly dynasties.

In these books, there are as many as five that last for more than a thousand years, and the longest dynasty has a national honor of more than 3,000 years. And the short one is also a matter of day and night......

After a cursory reading, Lin Junxuan found a strange phenomenon: books such as "Chronicles of the End of the World" only wrote about the 'Yu' Dynasty, and the collapse of the Yu Dynasty was already three hundred years ago. The chronicles of the last 300 years are all blank. After thinking about it, Lin Junxuan began to flip through other categories of ancient books in the "History" department, but in the end, he found that it was not just the 'chronicle of the end of the book', all the books had stopped three hundred years ago.

"The teacher seems to have said that after three hundred years of turmoil, the 'Mengxue faction' is gradually declining, is it just the three hundred years that I am referring to? What are these three hundred years like?" Lin Junxuan held the book and sat on the ground, thinking silently.

"Jun Xuan, are you reading the "History" book?" A familiar voice came from above his head again, Lin Junxuan raised his head, and found that Gan Ruye had finished his morning reading at some point, and was standing at the door, looking at him, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Teacher!" Lin Junxuan stood up, closed the page in his hand, and bowed: "The student is indeed reading the books in the "History" department!"

"But what's the confusion?" Gan Ruye asked again.

"Back to the teacher, there is really something incomprehensible in the student's heart," Lin Junxuan raised his head and looked at Gan Ruye suspiciously: "The student found that the book in the "History" department only describes the place three hundred years ago, and there is no one behind?"

"That's it?"

Lin Junxuan thought for a while: "The students have some other questions, but this is the most confusing!"

Gan Ruye closed his eyes, and his heart fluctuated: "When I asked him to go to the bookcase to pick up the books, I didn't expect that he would go to get the "Jing", "History", "Zi" and "Ji", those books were only read by Confucian scholars. He's only four years old! He can actually read through the thick "History" book!!"

At the bottom of the bookcase, together with the "Sutra", there are several thin booklets, which are suitable for teaching young children, "Thousand Character Text" and "Hundred Family Names". These books were put away by Gan Ruye in advance, ready for Lin Junxuan to read when he read them in the morning. He originally asked Lin Junxuan what he didn't understand, but he just wanted to ask him if he had encountered a lot of words that he didn't know, but Lin Junxuan's answer was completely unexpected by him.

"Jun Xuan's ability to pass through the "History" department at the age of four is beyond doubt. After three hundred years of turmoil, my 'Mengxue faction' has gone from prosperity to decline, and the talent has withered, and now I can get this son, which is blessed by God. In the future, if he can teach him carefully, the revitalization of the 'Mengxue School' may fall on this son!" For the first time, Gan Ruye was worried that his talent was not enough, not only could he not teach this closed disciple, but he would ruin him. Gan Ruye's heart was unprecedentedly solemn, he closed his eyes and pondered, feeling that he needed to be cautious about Lin Junxuan's teachings.

"Maybe I should write a letter to Dijing's mentor and ask for his old man's opinion," a moment later, Gan Ruye already had an idea in his heart.

"Teacher, teacher?" Lin Junxuan looked at Gan Ruye in surprise and exclaimed.

Opening his eyes, Gan Ruye said solemnly: "After the establishment of my 'Hongji' dynasty, there is a ban on the 'Dragon Court', within a hundred years, historians are not allowed to record the events of the past three hundred years, and Confucian scholars are not allowed to leave any books related to it! All relevant books must be burned! - Jun Xuan, this is a dynasty ban, you must not talk about it in the future!"

"What a strong royal power! In all dynasties, it has always been difficult for the royal power to interfere with the records of historians, but this dynasty is unscrupulous, and the most strange thing is that when the teacher talks about this ban, he does not have the slightest intention of resisting, but seems to support this ban very much, strange!--I don't know what has happened in the past three hundred years, which has made this new dynasty so taboo!" Even if Gan Ruye didn't want to talk more, Lin Junxuan didn't ask more.

"By the way, teacher, last night I met an old man fainting on the street, I thought he might be hungry, so I took some food from the teacher and gave it to him to eat-the students made their own decisions, and I hope the teacher will not blame!" Lin Junxuan said.

"Hahaha," Gan Ruye laughed, "I know, I'll know when I wake up in the morning and see that bowl of fish." I just thought that you were young and hungry, and you ate it in the middle of the night, but I didn't expect you to give it to someone else to eat. ”

After pondering for a while, Gan Ruye waved his hand and said: "That's the case, then you Suo surname take that old man to the academy, it's cold outside--- in addition, you are already my disciple, and you have no parents to support you outside, so let's live with me in the future."

Lin Junxuan was overjoyed: "The student thanked the teacher! Junxuan went to tell the old man first." ”

"Go," Gan Ruye waved his hand, and Lin Junxuan ran out of the academy. Gan Ruye walked to the window and watched Lin Junxuan disappear into the street with a smile.

"This kid is gifted and intelligent, and he has a good heart, even if he can't be a good party in the future, at least he won't be evil!―It is our Confucian duty to save people, but it's a pity......" Gan Ruye looked back at the pile of pickles, pickles, and charcoal in the school hall, which were all sent by the students to him for the winter, but most of the people in this city were poor families, and it was a problem for them to eat, so where could they give him as much as they could. Most of these things are bags of charcoal to cover the tuition fees, but there are very few pickles and pickles to eat, Gan Ruye and Lin Junxuan are two people who are long and one is less, and it is barely enough to survive this winter, where can they still be eaten by extra people!

The wind was howling outside the window, and Gan Ruye was leaning on the window, his brows were furrowed, and his face was bitter: "There are a lot of beggars in this Lin'an city, and on a big winter night, I don't know how many beggars will freeze to death! It's just a pity that I'm just a poor scholar, and I have more than enough heart but not enough strength! If it's decided today, all kinds of waste are waiting to be lifted, I just hope that my dynasty will prosper, and there will be no more people freezing to death or starving to death in the future!"

Gan Ruye is a Confucian, but he is not a rotten Confucian. Confucianism pays attention to 'the good is to help the world, and the poor are good to themselves', if it is out of kindness to take in the beggars in the city, in the end because the food is exhausted, not only can not save those beggars, but even their own food and clothing are a problem, that kind of thing, Gan Ruye can not do. To help others, we must also pay attention to doing what we can!

"I just don't know where this kid learned the fishing skills, it's really embarrassing for him to be able to fish from the river on such a cold night!"