The Little First Grand Secretary in My House Chapter 48:
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Yes, the worst case scenario is that if he loses, she can just find the money for him to study. Wasn’t that the original plan? !
Thinking of this, Zhao'er suddenly thought about it and said: "Then prepare well. If you can win, win. Don't be afraid if you can't win. The worst thing is that I will find money for you to study."
Zhao'er has never been a person who likes to look for trouble. She turned around and saw that the cow excrement in the house had not been cleaned yet, so she went to find the brush that was used to clean the kang. She first brushed the kang clean, and then went out to get a broom and a dustpan. sweep the floor.
The sound of chickens clucking could be heard outside, but it was Sun who slaughtered the chickens and let them run away.
Xue Tingyan looked out of the window and saw that the chicken's neck was still bleeding, but it was running around the yard, with Sun chasing after him in a panic.
Seeing that it was really bad, Mrs. Zhao came out of the room and said a few words. Mrs. Sun became even more anxious, knowing that she was really embarrassed in front of the clan leader, but the chicken had wings, but she didn't. Waiting until the chicken lost its strength, Mrs. Sun grabbed it and cursed: "Run, run, run, it is destined to be the food in the pot, where are you going?"
Xue Tingyan stopped looking and looked back.
He knew why his uncle was so generous and offered to let him compete with Xue Juncai, because if there were no accidents, Xue Juncai would definitely win this match.
In that dream, he had suffered such a loss, but instead of competing with Xue Juncai, Zhao'er had worked hard to get the money and sent him to Qinghe Academy. At that time, he was so stupid that he always blamed his unsuccessful life on the harsh punishment of fate. He felt that it was not that he was not good, but that everyone did not give him a chance.
When he first entered Qinghe Academy, he was very ambitious. He thought that he would definitely surpass Xue Juncai and prove that he was the most outstanding person in the Xue family, but reality slapped him hard in the face. It was only then that he, who had never seen the world, understood his uncle's sinister intentions. He did teach him to read, and he did 'read' a lot of books, but he only read and did not understand the meaning of the scriptures.
I later learned that after school children learn to read and write, reading the Bible is the basis.
First study "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Surnames", "Thousand Character Classic", then "Thousand Family Poems", "Youth Learning Qionglin", "Longwen Whip Shadow", etc. After reading these, you can enter In college, I began to study the Four Books and Five Classics.
At this stage, the teacher does not explain the meaning of the scriptures, that is to say, he just memorizes them by rote and clearly understands the meaning of the words but not the meaning of the scriptures. Because nowadays people tend to think that children are just learning. It doesn’t matter whether they understand it or not, as long as they remember it. After they read it more and for a long time, they will understand its meaning.
This is what is called reading a thousand times, and its meaning will appear by itself.
When you can memorize all these books fluently and learn to interpret the Bible and write essays, you will get twice the result with half the effort.
This time-saving, labor-saving and effective teaching model is popular throughout Dachang, from high-ranking schools to low-level social studies and village studies. This practice is especially popular in rural private schools, because there is only one teacher, but it is necessary to teach several or even dozens of people. It is not realistic for them all to explain the meaning of the scriptures.
But in fact, a wealthy family with some background would never teach their children this way. Because this teaching model blindly emphasizes rote memorization, but ignores the truth of natural principles.
This was the pros and cons that he analyzed later from the position of chief assistant and analyzed the overall situation.
But at that time, he had just entered the library, because his uncle delayed explaining the meaning of the Bible to him, and did not understand that there was any explanation of the Bible. Therefore, when he first entered school, his teacher asked him if he had read it. He replied that he had read it, but his interpretation of the Bible was nonsense. He was scolded by his teacher for being as stupid as a pig, and was ostracized and ridiculed by his classmates.
But now, it seems that the uncle is also aware of his own shortcomings, so he deliberately proposed this competition. In fact, he already has a plan in mind, and he is sure to lose.
What a pity, there was an accident.
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Because there were guests at home, everyone was busy except Mr. Xue and Xue Qingshan, father and son.
After the main room had eaten, the kitchen started to prepare lunch for others.
During this period, Xue Taoer was also ordered to drink. There was wine and meat on the banquet in the main room, and the men exchanged glasses with each other, showing no sign of their usual agility. Especially Patriarch Xue and Zheng Lizheng, they drank very affectionately, and in the end they both got a little drunk.
"Okay, don't send it off, just walk up and be there." Chief Xue waved his hand.
After everyone was sent out of the courtyard, the table began to be cleared and food was served. Mrs. Zhao originally wanted to take away the leftover meat and vegetables, but was stopped by Mr. Xue, who said that he wanted to add vegetables for everyone. The people in the country are not rich, so it is commonplace to eat leftovers after the distinguished guests leave.
The adults are all fine, Shuanzi and Maodan are eating deliciously.
Zhao'er originally wanted to take the meal back to the house to eat, but was stopped by Xue Tingyan. The two of them just lowered their heads and ate as before, saying nothing.
Xue Juncai glanced at Xue Tingyan with disdain.
He had just dined with Xue Qingshan and naturally ate a lot of the good food on the table. Now seeing that Xue Tingyan could only eat some leftovers, he was naturally full of ridicule.
He kept in mind what his father told him before. There was no way Xue Gouzi could beat him.
Thinking in his heart, he withdrew his gaze and said to Mr. Xue on the bed: "Master, I went back to the room to read."
Mr.
"Dog, eat more, big brother will be waiting for you to beat me in five days." Xue Juncai suddenly said this when passing by Xue Tingyan.
Zhao'er stood up immediately and stared at him: "Can you speak? After so many years of reading, you have read into a dog's belly."
Xue Juncai didn't expect that Zhao'er would be so disrespectful to him. Sven's face turned red, but for some reason he glanced at Zhao'er and held back.
Mr. Xue shouted: "Juncai, go back to the house!"
Ms. Zhou also hurriedly stood up to persuade Zhao'er that this matter should be settled.
After dinner, the two returned to the second room. Zhao'er was still angry: "Don't be angry, Gou'er. When I make money, I will take you to separate the family and go there, so you won't be with them anymore. ”
Xue Tingyan felt a little moved, but at the same time a little helpless: "You called me a dog again."
Zhao'er groaned, then said with a smile: "I forgot, I won't do this again."
Of course it was impossible for him to be angry with her. Afterwards, Zhao'er took the two clothes he had changed into yesterday and went out to wash them, while Xue Tingyan turned out the book "Kindergarten Learning Qionglin" again.
Looking at the book in his hand, which was copied on the poorest bamboo paper and the footers were rubbed, Xue Tingyan felt a little worried. He actually didn't want to read, but Zhao'er couldn't help it and thought he should read more now. Only by reading more could he be more confident in defeating Xue Juncai.
As everyone knows, this book is different from other books. Just reading this book is of no use, but he will not tell her about this.
He dug out the bamboo paper that Zhao'er bought for him from the kang cabinet. This poorest quality bamboo paper costs forty cents per knives. Such 'expensive' paper actually makes it difficult to even practice calligraphy. Even so, he treasured it very much and was reluctant to use it at all. If he could write on the sand, he would write on the sand. If he couldn't use the sand, he would dip it in water and write on the desk.
Xue Tingyan touched the stack of yellowed bamboo paper and sighed in her heart.
The paper that ‘Xue Tingyan’ usually uses is the finest pure paper, so he feels a little disgusted with the things that are usually precious.
He spread the paper out on the kang table, stacking several sheets in a pile, and then cut them into book-sized pieces with a bamboo knife. In order to leave a seam, he left some extra space and cut out a thick stack. Then he took out the inkstone with a corner missing and the ink ingot that had only been used up to a small length.
These are treasures that he would usually be reluctant to use, but today Xue Tingyan didn't feel this way at all. He added water to the inkstone and then took the ink stick to grind the ink. While grinding, he didn't know what he was thinking about.
After polishing the ink, he put the already bald pen in a bowl of water to wet it and clean it. Then I dipped enough ink before picking up the pen and writing something on the paper.
After writing a few words, he suddenly put down the pen, picked up the paper and looked at it, and suddenly it was crumpled.
Obviously his handwriting is quite neat. Although he usually saves paper and ink, he has practiced hard for many years, so his handwriting is pretty good, but for some reason he just doesn't like it.
He slowly closed his eyes, concentrated for a while, and then opened them again after a while. There was no one in the room at this time. If anyone had been, they would have seen a glimmer of light flashing in Xue Tingyan's eyes. At the same time, he grasped the pen quickly and steadily, and as if with divine help, he wrote rows and rows of small characters on the paper in a short time.
These small characters were suddenly in Yan style, now in Guange style, and now in Thin Gold style. At first they were all tangible and boneless, but as they were written they changed in flavor.
The face is square and lush, the writing is strong, straight, open and powerful. The pavilion's physical strength and grace are as if they were carved out of wood. And the thin gold body, gold hooks and iron paintings are full of pride, and the strokes are as sharp as cutting gold and jade.
These three characters represent the life of 'Xue Tingyan', from the Yan style that he learned when he first entered school, to the Guange style that he painstakingly studied for the imperial examination, to the thin gold style that later became a first-rank official.
He just wrote like this, completely forgetting himself. During this period, Zhao'er came in, but he didn't dare to disturb him and quietly sat down on the edge of the Kang.
I don’t know how long he had been writing, but he suddenly took a long breath and put down the pen.
He wrote on two whole sheets of paper.
At this time, Xue Tingyan had to admit that the magic of heaven was just a dream, and he actually possessed some of the things he had in the dream.
Since this dream appeared, Xue Tingyan has been thinking about why he had such a dream. Now he understands, maybe he just wants him to make up for all the imperfections in the dream.
With everything he had in his dream, he suddenly became ambitious, and a surge of heroic spirit lingered in his heart.
"You are tired from writing, drink some water."
Zhao'er brought the water, and Xue Tingyan took it and drank it in one gulp. It was extremely sweet.
He then lowered his head to look at what he had written. He actually spent two large pieces of bamboo paper. Probably because Zhao'er was by his side, he suddenly remembered that she usually scrimped on food and clothing to buy him paper. He felt a little distressed and felt guilty. He glanced at her and whispered: "She actually wrote so much."
How could Zhao'er not understand what he was thinking? He smiled and said: "No more, no more, just two sheets. Paper is for use. Didn't I tell you earlier not to save paper? , we’ll just buy it when we’re done.”
"I want to copy this book, so I will try my handwriting first to avoid wasting the paper."
"What book do you want to copy? Can you copy books? Don't you have to buy them?" Zhao'er was puzzled.
Xue Tingyan sighed in her heart. She really felt that she was really stupid in the past. She would rather borrow her uncle's books every time or memorize them by rote, but she never thought of copying the books.
Nowadays, the books sold in bookstores are rarely printed and are expensive, so a book copying industry has arisen. In this way, not only some poor scholars can get some money, but also those who want to buy books but are short of money can get some benefits.
Of course, this copying is not something that can be done casually. It requires excellent handwriting.
Xue Tingyan boasts that his calligraphy is not bad. Back then, many people asked for his calligraphy. Now that he needs books, why can't he copy them himself.
The most important thing is——
He glanced at Zhao'er.
Zhao'er always felt that the little man's eyes looked strange today, so he averted his eyes uncomfortably.
She knew that the little man must be angry again. He didn't like her saying things like 'the dog is my man'. Every time he heard her say such words, he would ignore her for several days. In fact, Zhao'er also wanted to be shameless, but she was originally the child bride of the second wife of the Xue family. If she didn't call herself that, how would she have the qualifications to challenge the fourth aunt Sun.
"Are you hungry? Look what I brought you back?"
Zhaoer turned his head and left these troubles behind, and took out a paper bag from his arms. Opening the paper bag, there were two steaming buns inside. They were white, plump and cute, making people like them just by looking at them.
"Eat quickly, while it's still hot." She smiled, put the paper bag into the little man's hand, and put the backpack on her shoulder in the corner.
Xue Gouzi glanced at her.
The girl in front of her was in her 28th year, and her skin was the wheat color common among country girls. But Zhao'er's skin color was very different from others, smooth and moist, as if she had been smeared with honey. He has a high bridge of nose, a pair of medium-sized eyes, and dark pupils. When he smiles, there is a flash of inspiration, and he looks lively.
Zhaoer's stature is taller than ordinary girls, and her body is well-developed. She is forward and backward, and her whole body is full of youthful vitality.
It was so vivid, as vivid as in his dream.