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Study!

It is a dream for many.

Reading is also the only way for many people to succeed.

Most of the people who don't have the opportunity to study, the better ones are to learn a craft from the master, open a storefront, and simply live a lifetime.

Only by reading can you have the opportunity to be a master.

Of course, this kind of opportunity is also very small, after all, the inherent human master has already hugged each other, and trying to squeeze into it is almost like a fool's dream.

But no matter how small the opportunity is, it is still an opportunity.

It's always better than not having a chance.

For a long time, major families and academies have controlled teaching, and in this world, the status of scholars is noble, which also leads to the fact that not everyone has the opportunity to study.

One is that there are only so many educational resources, which not everyone can enjoy, and the other is the inherent group of readers, who do not want more ordinary people to read.

Commoners often mean a poor family, and a poor family comes out of a fairy, and a poor family comes out of a noble son, which will break the inherent interest groups.

This is something that many people cannot tolerate.

This has also led to the fact that many children of ordinary people have no chance to study at all.

Only the children of some big businessmen, who are willing to spend huge sums of money and go through connections, have the opportunity for the children of businessmen to get some fragments of books, and the contents of them are often not the right sentence.

A true classic book, it is never easy to show people.

And "The Book of Three Characters", a book written by Yang Chen himself, knew that it was a classic as soon as he heard the name.

Books that are not classics will never dare to use 'scripture' as the title.

The father of the second lamb did not expect that this was enough to pass on the supreme classic, and Yang Chen would take it out and let the young children in the village recite it.

Such kindness, the sea is deep and the mountains are high, not to mention kneeling, even if he is allowed to die immediately, for the children of the village to have books to read, he will not hesitate to die.

"Yang Chen, you do this, the kindness is high and the earth is thick, you can rest assured, I will immediately call the people of the whole village and immediately build a private school near your yard!"

"And the place occupied by the private school will be yours from now on!"

The father of the second lamb continued to cry, and the gratitude in his heart could not be overstated.

Wan Zhongliang, Gan Haigang, Jia Hongwei, and Yang Naiwu next to him looked at the scene in front of them, and their hearts were also shocked.

In addition to the academy, there has never been a scholar who can have such great courage, which is to teach and educate people.

"Yang Xianggong, we are also willing to fund the construction of a private school, our children, can they also come to the private school to learn along!"

Such an opportunity is too tempting.

Wan Zhongliang, Gan Haigang, Jia Hongwei, and Yang Naiwu also followed.

I hope that my children can also go to private school.

I went to a private school, and with my knowledge, I will also have the opportunity to study in the real academy in Weicheng in the future.

Yang Chen nodded.

"Whoever you are, you can come in and read!"

"It's just that I'm only responsible for preaching and solving my doubts, and I don't have much energy to manage the rest of the things!"

"As for how it works, you can discuss it!"

The father of the second lamb, Wan Zhongliang, said in unison, "Yang Xianggong, don't worry, this matter is wrapped up in our body, and we will definitely do it beautifully." ”

Yang Chen said, "That's good, second uncle, don't worry, this "Three Character Classic" is printed by my disciple's family, after printing, I will immediately ask him to send someone to send it, you first ask, how many children want to read, about how many copies of the "Three Character Classic" are needed!"

"I'll let Wen Cai prepare, so as not to be in a hurry when the time comes. ”

The father of the second lamb nodded.

"Yang Chen, don't worry, I'll do it now, and promise not to delay things. ”

Yang Chen said with a smile, "Don't worry, I see that you have something to do when you go out of the village, just do your own business first, and then be busy with this matter." ”

The father of the second lamb said, "The world is big, and there is no big thing like studying, mine is a small matter, and this study is a matter related to the future of the whole village, and it must be done first." ”

"Yang Chen, you go and get busy with yourself first, I'll go and get this thing done, if I don't do this thing in my heart, I'll be in the mood to do other things. ”

After saying that, the father of the second lamb hurried towards the village with a happy face.

Yang Chen also took Jia Hongwei and the others towards his courtyard.

In front of the yard.

It is still a fence and thatched house.

Yang Chen stretched out his hand and lightly touched it, and a true qi shot out.

Suspended the Qimen Bagua Mystery Array.

"Come in with me. ”

After entering, Yang Chen restarted the Bagua Array.

I found paper and a pen.

Sit down.

Pondered for a moment.

Yang Chen began to write.

In this era, all the songs in the Qinglou are poems and songs.

And what Yang Chen decided to write was also the first classic poem and song.

And in all kinds of classic poems.

There is one person who has to be mentioned.

This person is Liu Yongliu Sanchang.

This man's words have reached the point where wherever there is well water, he can sing willow words.

Wherever there is well water, it refers to the place where people live.

This shows how extraordinary the influence of Yoo Yong's words is.

This time!

Yang Chen wanted to use Liu Yong's words to make a name for himself in the Qinglou.

The first one!

Yulin bell.

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The tent of the capital is empty, and the nostalgia is urgent. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, it is even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival. Where do you wake up tonight? This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?

This is a farewell song.

Before Liu Yong, there were many words to express sorrow and farewell.

But because Liu Yong is a wanderer who has been wandering the rivers and lakes for a long time and has a unique experience of life, he writes about the parting of a pair of lovers, which is different from the traditional farewell words of the narrow realm of the deep courtyard of the Red Mansion, spring flowers and autumn moon, and shows a kind of atmosphere of vast smoke and waves.

This poem, as soon as it was put into writing, was extraordinary.

A trace of spiritual light was revealed from the paper, every word was exuding spiritual light, gathering the literary atmosphere, and for a while, the sky above Yang Chen's small courtyard was surging, and the heaven and earth were circulating, agitating endlessly.

Don't be so exaggerated!

Wan Zhongliang, Jia Hongwei, Gan Haigang, and Yang Naiwu looked at the poem that exuded peerless aura in a daze, and they were all a little shocked.

This poem is just a word that Yang Chen pondered for a while and wrote casually.

Casually, is it a classic?

The aura is generated, the words are reflected in the air, the literary atmosphere between heaven and earth is not stopped, and the spiritual light gathers together, like a round of silver moon emerging, shining in the sky.

Finally, Yang Chen finished writing the last word.

This poem suddenly rose into the air, floating above Yang Chen's room, emitting a thousand feet of light, and the words on the paper floated up from the paper one by one, shining brightly, and the words were as big as a bucket.

And there is also a loud sound of reading, coming from mid-air, as if there are many people, all reciting this rain bell together, especially reciting to where to wake up tonight, when the willow bank dawns and the waning moon, the voice suddenly raises a syllable, and the sound vibrates in all directions, spreading throughout the village.

Everyone in the village stopped what they were doing in surprise, listening to the clear sound in their ears, but they felt that they were all refreshed and clear.

With the recitation, every shining handwriting in mid-air slowly flowed, and one picture after another emerged.

One evening in late autumn, as soon as the showers stopped, a pair of lovers went to the long pavilion to say goodbye!

The mournful chirping of autumn cicadas in my ears and the gloomy twilight in front of me.

At the time of parting, a pair of lovers should have a thousand words to talk about and advise, but hand in hand, teary eyes, you look at me, I look at you, but I can't even say a word.

After separation, the sky is vast, the smoke is endless, and the pedestrians will disappear into the smoke and fog, and the desert is empty.

The willows on the shore, the cold wind at dawn, the waning moon in the sky, the sad and sad feelings in my heart!

The farther you think about it, the farther you go, the sadder you become.

Separated from the beloved for a long time, no matter how good the time is, no matter how beautiful the scenery, I don't have the heart to appreciate it.

In terms of expression, in the order of time development, the virtual and the real are born together, layer by layer, and completed in one go; the language is natural and clear, not yet carved, and the white description wins.

The sound of recitation faded away.

The aura converged, fell on the paper, and gently floated down from mid-air, falling into Yang Chen's hand.

And Yang Chen's face was a little pale.

When I wrote this poem, the literary energy in my body was surging, and it also leaked out, falling on the tip of the pen, and the pen moved, and the inspiration was dotted.

"I want this song, I want it, no one can grab it from me!" Jia Hongwei and Jia Fatzi took the lead. (To be continued.) )