Rise From the Humble

Going up the hillside for more than ten meters to halfway up, the terrain is slightly flat. There is a bamboo forest in front, and behind the bamboo forest is the school of Shanghe Village.

Zhu Pingan tied the cow to a tree, let the cow eat the tender grass leisurely, and continued walking on his short legs.

A small path appeared in the bamboo forest, splitting the bamboo forest and spreading to the entrance of the school, Zhu Pingan walked along the winding and secluded path to the school, smelling the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves and grass in his breath, giving him The feeling of being in contact with nature makes people calm down without realizing it.

An eight-year-old boy, who studied as a teacher and entered a school, sat on the mat after plastic surgery, and began to recite aloud. As the poem sang, as soon as he left the bamboo forest, Zhu Pingan heard a burst of reading aloud.

"The heaven and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, the sun and the moon are full, the night and the night are arranged, the cold comes and the summer goes, the autumn harvests and the winter hides"

This is a private school mainly made of wood and supplemented by bricks and stones. It has an ancient style and charm. There are half-person-high windows all around the school. The windows are rolled up with bamboo curtains to let the sun shine in. The whole private school is bright. Can be put down when necessary. There are about 20 children shaking their heads and reading aloud in the room. They are all about seven or eight years old. The two children share a table with stools, and there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table.

There is a portrait of Confucius hanging in the east of the house. Below is a large table and behind the table is a chair. In addition to pens, ink, paper and inkstones, there are also poetry and book teaching materials on the table, and a pot of strong tea.

Sitting on the chair was a hale and hearty old scholar in his fifties, who should be the old scholar Sun that my aunt once said.

Zhu Pingan avoided the door and sat on the ground listening for a while.

Sun Lao Xiucai talked about the Thousand-Character Classic, which can be said to be the best enlightenment textbook in ancient my country.

Mr. Sun's lectures are not as rigid as the ancient lectures that are considered in modern times. He does not simply lead the children to recite over and over again. He also gives explanations, which should be commendable in ancient times.

"Heaven and earth Xuanhuang, this sentence comes from the "Book of Changes", it is wonderful. Xuanhuang does not just refer to color, it is mysterious and mysterious, and it is unfathomable. This is the lofty way of heaven and the deep tunnel."

Although Sun Lao Xiucai gave an explanation, but the language is both ancient and I Ching, which can be said to be mysterious and mysterious to children who have just started learning.

Look, there are children lying on the table and falling asleep.

Uh, wait.

Isn't that Brother Jun!

Zhu Pingan found that there were more than one child falling asleep in the private school. They happened to be at the same table, and one of them was his cousin Zhu Pingjun.

Zhu Ping can find it, and Sun Laoxiu can also find it.

Old Xiucai Sun is a person who can't tolerate sand in his eyes. He took a ruler and walked up to Brother Jun and another child who were sleeping, and knocked on the table with the ruler, awakening the two children.

The other child is a little fat man, just like Brother Jun, he was timid when he saw his husband turn pale with fright.

"Stretch out your hand." Old Xiucai Sun said expressionlessly.

The two stretched out their hands timidly.

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"Listen attentively, and never see Duke Zhou again."

Elder Sun Xiucai did not slap each of the two palms three times as a sign of punishment.

"Duke Zhou, who is Duke Zhou? I didn't meet him?" Zhu Pingjun scratched his head, the monk who was as tall as Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and Xiaosheng muttered.

The children around laughed when they heard it. These children came a few days earlier than Zhu Pingjun. Some of them were taught by the master. Although they didn't understand what Duke Zhou meant, they also knew that they were talking about sleeping. Seeing that Zhu Pingjun didn't understand, they laughed one by one.

When Old Xiucai Sun heard it, he didn't blow his beard and stare angrily, saying that children can't be taught, but helplessly stopped the child's laughter and began to explain.

"The Duke of Zhou, a sage of the Western Zhou Dynasty, served as the regent of the king and made great contributions to the Zhou Dynasty. Later generations honored him as a sage. The sage Confucius admired Duke Zhou so much that he often dreamed of Duke Zhou. Later generations do not know when it will start. Sleeping is also called Meet Zhou Gong. Do you understand that if you want to be a sage, you must keep your hands on the book and never disappoint your youth. Especially the two of you, if I catch you sleeping again, you will inevitably be punished."

After Mr. Sun finished speaking, he began to teach these children how to read, which is their first step, and only when they can read can they go to school.

"Know the horoscope today, the heavens and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric. After class, the old man will check them one by one. Remember not to be lazy. Start with the first character, the sky. The sky is the top of the human being."

I am used to using simplified characters in modern times. Although I have learned ancient Chinese and know all traditional characters, there are still some problems when I really want to write it. I must subconsciously write simplified characters. These have to be revised slowly to develop the habit of traditional characters.

Zhu Pingan sat on the ground outside the school, wrote and drew on the ground with a stick, and then erased it with his feet.

Elder Sun also saw Zhu Ping'an, but he thought it was a naughty boy playing on the hillside, especially when he saw Zhu Pingan scratching with a stick and stomping on the ground, he thought it was a naughty boy playing Ants and the like didn't really care.

Literacy is easy, but it will be difficult when reading and reciting the Four Books and Five Classics in the future. He could only recognize eight characters a day, which was not too simple for Zhu Pingan. After listening to it for a while, he saw that there was nothing new, so he turned around and went to herd cattle.

It is said that I have to make a simple brush, um, and bring a black lacquered wooden board, so I have to study hard to practice calligraphy.

Pass through the bamboo forest and come to the old scalper. The old scalper is still grazing leisurely with its tail wagging, not knowing that its tail has been targeted.

The brush is the wisdom of the ancients. It is simple and easy to make. The tip of the brush can be made of wool, cow hair, and weasel hair. In fact, as long as it is long animal hair, bamboo can be used for the pen holder. It takes hundreds of processes to make a fine brush, but it can be done simply, just make the tip and barrel, and then insert the tip into the barrel to fix it. I can use simple ones. To make a pen tip, it seems that you need to put the hair in the pen holder in a water basin, and you can go back and get it slowly. Anyway, I don’t ask for much, as long as it is strong and usable.

I don't know what's going on with that black-bellied little loli under the slope, she won't really ask his brother to beat me up. Generally speaking, children, after being stimulated, generally will not go there again.

The cow has eaten grass for a long time, and it's time to drink water. Anyway, there is a clear stream at the bottom of the slope. Let's take the old cattle to drink a few sips of water, and then let the cow eat some water plants rich in salt. Loli is still there.

It is said that in this era, people eat two meals, which makes me very uncomfortable. If you get hungry after noon, if you can, catch one or two small fish by the river and grill them.

Untie the noose, and lead the old scalper slowly down the slope.