When Sun Jia heard Sun Tan ask about this, she raised her eyelids that had been drooping, glanced at Sun Tan quickly, and then lowered. She explained that Mr. Li was still very good at passing the imperial examination at the age of 20 and passed the Jinshi at the age of 28. However, the ranking was not high during the imperial examination, and there were some problems in his behavior. He spent his whole life in the officialdom and only achieved the learning of Taoism in one mansion.

Although Mr. Li doesn't know how to be an official, he has a complete set of experience in exams, especially good at solving questions, and he can hit each other accurately. The students he taught were basically passed the test back then.

The Sun family is in Sun Zhunian, and Sun Henian and his generation are very powerful. The three brothers all passed the imperial examination at the same time, and the second and third brothers passed the imperial examination at the same time.

But the next generation is very unsatisfied. Except for Sun Yue, a young genius, the other children are all scammers. For a whole ten years, the Sun family has never even produced a scholar in the sidelines, let alone Juren and Jinshi.

Originally, Sun Yue still had hope to win three yuan in a row. Unfortunately, this child is a sick man. He lies in bed for 200 days in 365 days a year. He missed the exam period due to illness last time.

There was no scholar in a whole decade, and the famous Huichang Hou Sun family lost face. Master Sun and Master Sun Er in the capital felt that this would not be a solution. If they hired famous teachers to teach in Shandong step by step, with the qualifications of the Sun family, they would not be able to reverse the situation in the short term.

So, the two masters remembered Li Meiting, and prepared a generous gift to invite Mr. Li to Shandong. They hoped that through Mr. Li's specialty of guessing the questions, the Sun family would produce several scholars this year.

Mr. Li was annoyed in Shaanxi and had no trouble studying Taoism. After thinking about it, he came to Zouping.

Mr. Li came to the Sun family to deal with the exams in the next few years. He only had a few top students such as Sun Yue. As for other schoolchildren who had no hope of passing the boy exam, he didn't care about it. Examples such as Sun Dan, who are not the direct descendants of the Sun family and the junior schoolchildren, are naturally giving up.

Mr. Li Meiting came to Sun's family to achieve results and increase the rate of enrollment, but he had no intention of cultivating people for ten years.

After saying this, Sun Jia whispered: "Sun Dan, I'm afraid that Mr. Li doesn't know about your entry into the clan school, and he doesn't want to know either. Therefore, I'm afraid you have to be careful in the first grade of junior high school exams."

Sun Tan smiled bitterly and said to himself: The Sun family invited Mr. Li to teach students to take the exams, which is a bit like the fast and slow classes that the school had built before the college entrance examination. The exam-oriented education is really long-standing, and even the ancients could not avoid the vulgarity.

However, if Mr. Li really has the expertise in guessing questions, he might as well come into contact with him in the future. If he can get his eyes on him and get a few questions from him, he will be more confident in the future boy test.

When he returned to his residence, Mendun had already completed his work for a day. In fact, it was cold and there was no work to do. The old man sat on the chair at the door and stared at the Liuyun in the sky in a daze. He looked like a person with a story.

Seeing Sun Dan go home, Mendun doesn't say anything, stand up and take the books in his hand, "I'm back, you're busy first, I'll call you when the meal starts."

Sun Dan hurriedly thanked him, then went into his hut to start self-study. Time didn't wait for anyone, and today's day was gone. The most important thing in front of him was to first clear up the blindness of traditional Chinese characters.

After entering the house to clean up, put the books in place, and then grind the ink calmly. Sun Dan thought about it and cut out hundreds of small pieces of paper with a knife.

Mendun helped Sun Dan clean up the room and didn't rush to leave. She just sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Sun Dan with a dull look.

Sun Dan didn't think about anything else. The old man in the door was pretty good. He probably was used to being lonely. There was a sudden addition of someone in the yard, which made him a little uncomfortable.

It is difficult for Sun Dan to learn this kind of thing. The key is to find a good way. From elementary school to university, to civil service exams, he has experienced many battles and has never encountered any kind of slope. The most painful time in his memory was passing the CET-6 in college. In those few months, he almost got Sun Dan so tired that he lie in the hospital.

Since passing the CET-6 English test, Sun Dan has not felt that other exams are difficult.

Speaking of which, learning traditional Chinese characters has many similarities and learning English. You have to memorize them by rote and enter that language environment.

Just take another English graded exam. It’s no big deal. OK, just use that learning method.

While thinking about it, Sun Dan had already made a decision.

He put a small piece of paper on the table, lifted his pen and wrote a large traditional Chinese character "光", which is the "光" in the simplified Chinese character. Although the character "光" is not commonly used in daily life, it is the first character in the eight-legged essay. In other words, as long as you write an article, you can't get around this character.

In the past, Sun Dan used to write a big piece every day. After traveling to the Ming Dynasty, he didn't write for several days, and his hands were itchy. When he was in school in the afternoon, he didn't dare to let go. Now, if you continue writing this word, you will finish it in one go, it's really enjoyable and so much more enjoyable.

Looking closely, it was Liu Rushi's regular characters that seemed elegant but contained iron bones.

"I have a silver hook in my wrist, and I have collected the wonderful track." I slowly exhaled the turbid breath in my chest. The depression I had felt like I had been crushed to pieces by the word "cover" in the past few days, and then disappeared, and I felt that my body had also become lighter.

"Good word!" A cheer suddenly came from beside him.

Sun Dan turned to look, but saw Mendun's expression was a little excited.

Sun smiled and said, "Old Sect, are you literate too?"

"I'm blind and can't even recognize a word." Mendun smiled.

"Then what are you cheering?" Sun Tan looked at Mendun with a smile: "I just learned this word in school today, can you see the benefits?"

Mendun sniffed: "I have been with the Third Master for so many years, and I have seen the Third Master write words. Although I don't know each other, I can see the words you are... " He pondered: "Although I don't know what to pronounce, I think it's alive."

Sun Dan was very impressed and raised his thumb.

Mendun smiled: "Brother Sun, please write, I'll be watching next to you. I haven't read anyone to write for many years. When I see you using a pen, I feel happy, just like the third master is still in this world. Wouldn't you disturb you?"

Sun Dan nodded: "Old Sect, please watch it casually."

He didn't dare to delay. While looking through the dictionary, he copied down all the commonly used Chinese characters and made them into a stack of cards.

This is also the method he used when he first learned English. At that time, he copied all the words he learned into cards and carried them with him. Whether it was walking, eating, or sleeping, he would take them out and take a look at them. For several months, he finally digested thousands of words alive.

That period of time was really unbearable to look back on. Looking back now, I still feel extremely afraid in my heart.

The writing speed of the brush was too slow. After writing more than 300 words, his hands were a little numb. Sun Dan moved his wrists and looked up at the sky. The sunset had dyed the sky red. At this time, he and Mendun remembered that it was time to have dinner, so they each took a small wooden basin to the kitchen to get food.

The food of the Sun family of Huichang Hou is a regular example. According to the identity of each person in the mansion, the food patterns and amounts are also different. The food standards of Sun Dan and Mendun are naturally the lowest. There is only one pot of brown rice, one portion of stewed radish with bone soup, and one portion of fried radish tassels, except for white, green. It is really green and white, and it is clear and innocent. However, the amount is enough, and it is enough.

When he first entered the mansion, Sun Dan thought he wanted to cook by himself. After asking the door pier, he realized that this was not the case. Where is the Sun Mansion? It is a century-old house and is made of wooden buildings. How could it be possible for the servants to fire themselves? Otherwise, when the meal is at dinner, more than a hundred people in the mansion will make fire by themselves. It doesn’t matter if a cooking stove is filled with smoke, but the water will be bad if it leaves.

That's good. Anyway, Sun Dan is used to eating in the cafeteria and can't cook. Now he cooks in a big stove every day, which makes him feel like he was in college.

When learning this kind of thing, the atmosphere is still very important.

Today, Sun Dan was lucky. The second wife Sun Yue was ill in bed and could only eat liquid food. She cooked millet porridge in the kitchen, which was very sticky. After Sun Dan finished her own portion, she asked the aunt who cooked some, then returned to the room and pasted the new words she had copied before on the wall, door frame, table, and bedside.

Wherever you look, you must use traditional Chinese characters to occupy them. No blind spots are left, and you will be bombarded with fatigue.

Taking a deep breath, sitting cross-legged on the bed, projecting his eyes on the small black characters, and gradually immersing his mind in the unique beauty of Chinese characters.

In a trance, he seemed to see someone carving mysterious patterns on the turtle shell with a knife, "mountains, rivers, sun, moon, wind, rain, thunder and lightning...": he saw someone scraping bamboo slips quickly with a bamboo knife, a drop of bright red blood fell on it, "The mountains are rising, the scenery is gone!"; he saw a long camel caravan carrying scriptures on the vast desert, and in the distance was the towering cliff of Mogao Grottoes, "I hear it, I hear it..."

He raised his hands and saw his hands trembling slightly.

The shiny black words in front of me were above my head, and my body quickly rotated around me, turning into a vast galaxy.

A little oil lamp suddenly turned on, and the old figure of the door pun was projected on the wall: "Brother Sun, it's dark. You have been sitting here for two hours. I've got you a little lamp oil. Alas!" He sighed quietly: "Don't work too hard. When the third master was studying, he was like you, but his body collapsed. I have advised him a few times, but he always said, 'I have a life of limit, but I know it's endless.' Although I don't know what he is talking about, I know that he can't study like this and cannot stand it. Seeing you, I think of the third master..."

There were tears flashing in the eyes of the Doun.

"Thank you, I don't have much time." Sun Dan smiled bitterly.

This night, he slept very poorly. In his dream, the galaxy of words was still spinning, coming in vastness and flowing away.

The nose was filled with the ink fragrance brought by the ancients' high crowns and robes. The fragrance seemed to melt into Sun Dan's blood, making him boil and burn.

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