Huang Yuan pulled this newly recruited disciple to him and asked him about his homework. They all say that they are prodigies, and it is time to satisfy the curiosity of the teacher.

Zhang Han is not nervous, the legend is true, his comprehension ability is far beyond that of children, and now he has a good memory, and he has studied hard for two or three years, which is stronger than what others have learned for six or seven years. Coupled with the foundation of the previous life, it is not an exaggeration to say that some aspects are even the first in the world.

"The disciple has a rough understanding of "Poetry", a little bit of arithmetic, and is studying "Rites"."

Huang Yuan was shocked, and couldn't help but glance at Zhang He, this breath was too big.

"Poetry" is the "Book of Songs", divided into wind, elegant, song, elegant and divided into big and small Ya, a total of 305 poems, as well as six poems with no words, the total number of words is more than 40,000, and there are as many as 5,000 words alone. You are a little hairy child, it is good to be able to read it, but you dare to say "through", that is, it is too much to say "rough".

As for "a little bit of arithmetic", it is even more excessive, which means that there is already a little experience.

Zhang He smiled and nodded affirmatively to Huang Yuan. This sounds a bit arrogant, but Zhang He knows Zhang Han's level, this is still a relatively modest statement, Zhang Han has finished learning "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", at least in arithmetic, has surpassed him. He glanced at Huang Yuan with pity, and he didn't know if he had studied the "Nine Chapters" now, and Huang Ling was not as good as him at the beginning. However, it doesn't matter, Huang Ling is quite accomplished in "Rites" and "Spring and Autumn", and he has taught Zhang Hancuo more than enough.

Huang Yuan didn't understand why Zhang He's eyes were so strange, but he could see that Zhang He affirmed Zhang Han's words. This made Huang Yuan's curiosity pause - is it really so magical?

The two of them looked at each other wrongly, that is, in an instant, Huang Yuan was a little bit at the bottom, but he still expressed his doubts, but his tone was much gentler, and the doubts in his words were still real.

"But really?"

"Please also ask the gentleman to take the test."

"Poem" is only 40,000 words, Zhang Han's comprehension is an adult, his memory is a child, they are all at the best time, 40,000 words of things, it doesn't take much time to memorize like a stream, and can understand the meaning of the poem, know its specific background and how to apply. It's a modest way to say that.

As for "Chapter Nine", please, the mathematics at this time is generally at the level of the first and second years of junior high school, no matter how bad Zhang Han is, he is also a college student, and after spending a little time and using the tactics of the sea of questions, he will soon become proficient again.

Therefore, Zhang Han's answer was clear and full of confidence - he had a bottom in his heart, so he naturally did not panic.

Huang Yuan came up with a simple one first, so as not to be too embarrassed if Zhang Han couldn't answer.

"Can you recite "The Song of the Deer"?"

"Yes", after Huang Yuan nodded, Zhang Han started today's performance, and the crisp children's voice sounded in the room, "Yo Yo Deer Song, Eat Wild Apple." I have guests, drummers and shengs. Blowing the sheng drum spring, bearing the basket is the will. People are kind to me, show me to walk. ……”

Poems tend to be easier to memorize, and as lyrics, they have a strong sense of rhythm and are catchy to memorize. Zhang Han shook his head and shook his head, and Huang Yuan smiled.

"This poem is a poem about the banquet of the Son of Heaven and the guests of the courtiers, and later it was also used for the guests of the noble banquet......"

"Deer Song" is a short poem, Zhang Han quickly recited it, and took the initiative to explain the poem.

Huang Yuan nodded, asked two small questions, and asked another poem. This time it's not so simple, he asked to memorize the first long poem "July" in the wind poem, which is a farm poem, a total of 8 chapters, 88 sentences, 380 words, and it is also a long poem in "Poem".

"The fire flows in July, and the clothes are given in September. One day is hairy, and the second day is fierce. If you have no clothes and no brown, why do you die? The third day is in the shackles, and the fourth day is the toe. With my wife and son, I am in the south of the country. Tian Zhen is happy. ……”

Just open your mouth and come, without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Han looks very familiar with this. However, in the next explanation, Zhang Han is much inferior, it can be seen that it is rote memorization, and he can't understand all the agricultural things, if he understands them, it will be abnormal.

After finishing speaking, Zhang Han didn't take it to heart, and said generously: "A lot of things, the disciples know what they are, and they don't know why, and I hope that Mr. will give him advice." ”

Huang Yuan stroked his long beard lightly and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you are my disciple, and I will always teach you." ”

Huang Yuan was very satisfied, after all, this is a farming poem, describing working in the field, not as simple as "Deer Song", it is not easy to memorize it all. Besides, if there is a can't, it's normal, so that you can show your ability, if you can do it, and still come here, that's ...... Find the difference.

……

On this day, Zhang Han memorized 47 poems in a row, the words were clear, the voice was full of emotion, and there were no major mistakes. Huang Yuanxiao's eyes couldn't be opened, and he had to be talented and nurtured, and life was a great event.

On a whim, Huang Yuan asked the boy to bring pen and paper, and after the exam, then try what to do.

Zhang Han is not timid, most of the work has been spent here for more than two years, he has a little foundation, he is willing to work hard, and then copy Cai Gong's handwriting, his official book has made great progress. Even Zhang Wang praised him, thinking that when he was ten years old, he was not as good as him.

Zhang Han calmed down, adjusted his mental state to the best state, paid full attention, and with a wave, he was also very satisfied after writing.

"Not bad, not bad! The style is beautiful and beautiful, this is the foundation given by your mother, the structure is strict, the pen is strong, it should be Cai Gong's handwriting...... By the way, when, bring Cai Gong's handwritten book to me? ”

The latter sentence is for Zhang He, seeing Huang Yuan's burning eyes, Zhang He hurriedly waved his hand, "I don't count what I said about this", he pouted at Zhang Han - Cai Gong's handwriting is his wife's favorite, and it is better to find Zhang Han than to find him.

When Huang Yuan saw it, he knew it in his heart, so he smiled and put it down first.

"......, this momentum is flying, but it is not cursive......"

He raised his head and looked at Zhang He suspiciously, but Zhang He didn't know. This is the foundation of Zhang Han's previous life, which has some influence on his official book. Zhang Han didn't say this, but no one knew.

Huang Yuan's eyes swept over, and Zhang Han pretended to know nothing. Huang Yuan didn't have an answer, so he was gifted by God.

In the final analysis, Zhang Han's words can be counted among the best among children of the same age, even a few years older than him. But compared with Zhang He, Huang Yuan and others, it is still a lot worse. Huang Yuan said it, forget it.

Huang Yuan was full of interest, and he wanted to take the arithmetic test, but he was stopped by Zhang He, and said in his mouth, I will talk about it later, Zhang He secretly said in his heart, I have to save some face for Ling Ze, so as not to be ashamed of Huang Lingze, and I have to arrest Mr. now.

On this day, Zhang Han's face grew greatly, and Zhang He was very excited. After returning home, he described Zhang Wang's vividly, and he exaggerated Huang Yuan's surprise several times, as if Huang Yuan's chin was always on the floor in the afternoon.

Huang Yuan was also very happy, having such a disciple was also a blessing for the teacher. At dinnertime, he was full of praise for his wife and son.

Huang Yuan is Huang Yuan's only son, nine years old this year, a smart and hard-working child, he doesn't exaggerate his father easily on weekdays, but today he praised a little kid so much, which made him very unhappy.

And Huang Yuan took Zhang Han as an example to conduct a comparative education of Huang Yuan, Huang Yuan's low head and hatred could not be buried in the rice bowl, only when Huang Yuan asked questions, he could deal with it. Before they met, Huang Yuan already hated that Zhang Han very much-'What's so great, is it better than my words?' ’

Subsequently, Huang Yuan saw Zhang Han's work in the afternoon, which was indeed a little better than what he wrote, although it was only a little bit, but it made his dislike rise into disgust. Before he went to the class of ethnic studies, Zhang Han had successfully set up an enemy. It can be seen that not attracting envy is mediocrity, and it is even reasonable.

PS: The third shift, there is another shift in the middle of the night.