Chapter 419: The Learning Course I Can't Understand
Thanks?
I never thought I would hear such two words from the mouth of a second-generation ancestor like Changsun Huan.
There are slight differences between Bai and Song Dynasties, so no response is needed.
The second-generation young master has limped away to another place, seemingly out to stretch his muscles.
Bai Song yawned and followed the crowd back to the house to rest.
A night of silence.
It was early morning, and the bluebirds were chirping. It was unknown inside and outside the college.
When I first woke up in the morning breeze, I heard a ringing sound from somewhere.
It was tinkling and noisy, causing the college dormitories to whimper.
The students came out loosely, taking off their clothes and belts one by one, looking hazy.
Yu Qingqing stood next to Bai Song, yawning: "Who... who?"
Bai Song was wearing a belt, and Bai Feng behind him helped him put up his hair scarf, while looking at the sky, it seemed that it was not yet Chen hour.
There was a person standing in the courtyard, holding a bell, standing upright, looking at the students from a distance, but the frequency of ringing the bell in his hand was getting faster and faster.
"Who is that person?"
Everyone asked each other, but no one knew.
The crowd wandered into the courtyard and saw that the person ringing the bell was in his thirties, wearing a standard Confucian shirt, but he looked capable and capable, and there was no trace of the temperament of a Confucian scholar.
"Everyone has lined up and lined up! There are no rules at all! Starting now, everyone will run a hundred laps in the academy. If they don't finish within half an hour, they will add another hundred laps!"
"Who are you!"
Someone in the crowd was dissatisfied and asked.
I saw the man shaking out a ruler from his sleeve.
"I am Gao Shenxing, the servant of the Ministry of Justice. I was invited by Mr. Yu to come to Yongxing College to teach you. In other words, from now on, I will be your teacher. If anyone is a little bit unruly, this ruler will not be very discerning.
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With a loud shout, the other party slammed the ruler into the ground. There was a crisp click, and the wooden ruler was inserted directly into the ground paved with bluestones, and the stone slabs cracked!
Everyone was in an uproar and took a step back in unison, and a lot of their sleepiness disappeared under the stick.
"You...you are sir? How is that possible? Why haven't you mentioned it before?"
At this time, Jia Ke came back with a military water bag, handed it to the middle-aged man in front of him, and said to everyone: "Master Xiao Gao is right. From today on, Master Xiao Gao will be your life teacher. He will supervise
All your food, clothing, housing, transportation, and daily life. You all know that Yu old age is too old to be with you all day long. Mr. Xiao Gao is just one of the substitute teachers, and more substitute teachers will come to teach you in the middle.
Every teacher here is carefully selected by Mr. Yu, and you must respect all gentlemen as you respect Mr. Yu."
After hearing this, everyone exchanged glances again, feeling that something was a little strange.
It's understandable to hire a substitute teacher, but where did this tall man come from?
No matter how you look at him, he doesn't want to be a serious teacher. He comes from the shop with a gangster temperament, and he is also a reckless man wearing a Confucian shirt. He is completely inconsistent with the temperament of the academy. Would such a person be carefully selected by Mr. Yu?
"Is there any mistake?" Changsun Huan shook his hand that was gradually recovering, and shouted, "Even if I have to invite a gentleman, I won't invite him like this. You ask him to recite a few poems and come out and listen. Listen, we are
Those who come here to study poetry are not here to join the army!"
Gao Shenxing took a step forward and walked to Changsun Huan.
Changsun Huan retreated with a guilty conscience: "What are you going to do?"
"Good question! When Mr. Yu came to me, I also said that I was born as a soldier and would not teach any cultural people. But Mr. Yu said, let me teach you as soldiers. What does the army teach?
Just learn what you want! In the early years, the Gao family received a great favor from Mr. Yu. Today, I, Gao Shenxing, will treat it as returning the favor to Mr. Yu. In the next six months, everything you say and do will be in accordance with my requirements. If you violate it, Yu will be punished.
Lao Ye said, just take a breath."
As he spoke, Gao Shenxing clenched his fists, his joints cracking and popping continuously, frightening a group of scholars into turning pale.
Look at the ruler inserted on the bluestone board. If I were taught a lesson by this tall man, it would definitely be much more powerful than Mr. Yu's ruler.
The key family members were not only born in the military, but also served in the Ministry of Justice.
Everyone knows where the Ministry of Punishment is, but don’t the officials of the Ministry of Punishment still use a few methods to torture prisoners? Torture them, young people who have never seen the world, and keep them in order to make everyone understand what it means to be immortal and to die.
"Listen to me, no matter which family you are a noble son, when you come to Yongxing College, you will all be students of my Gao Shenxing. I can't teach you poetry, but I can teach you what the rules are and what the rules are.
Order! In my military camp, everyone only needs to understand two words, that is unity! Only unity can bring strength to the team and allow you to survive on the battlefield! And your future is officialdom, which is more important than competition.
The battlefield is even more cruel, filled with smoke and corpses everywhere. Mr. Yu doesn't want you to die prematurely, so from now on, you are a unit. From now on, everyone runs a hundred laps, and no one can finish it.
Everyone starts over!"
"I'll take it!" Bai Song was confused and thought to himself: What the hell is this? He came to learn poetry, why did he come here for military training?
Isn't this what military training is all about?
The first day of school was different from what Bai Song had imagined, and the second day was even more different than he imagined.
Before Bai Song could react, Yu Qingqing from behind pushed Bai Song.
"Run or you will be beaten by sir."
While he was talking, a group of sleepy-eyed classmates in front of him had already formed a group and started running.
Bai Song was confused, but he ran along.
This is how the second day of study life began.
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One hundred laps, say more but not too much, say less but not too little.
No matter how big the courtyard of the academy is, its circle is only a few dozen meters long.
Most people can complete a hundred laps with a little persistence.
But the result was not as easy as everyone imagined, because the new gentleman said that everyone must complete it, otherwise they would have to run again.
Changsun Huan was injured and would soon be unable to hold on.
Yu Qingqing was originally a girl, but she soon changed from running to walking.
The entire team was slack, which made Gao Shenxing very dissatisfied. He supervised from the side with a ruler and did not allow the students to rest for a moment.
Running from early morning to noon, everyone was lying on the ground tired. Only Bai Song was still in the courtyard maintaining the same speed as at the beginning. Apart from being covered in sweat, there seemed to be no difference.
"Is this person a scholar?" Gao Shenxing looked at Bai Song, frowned, and asked Jia Ke on the side.
"That's Bai Song, the water-melody singer."
"It turns out to be this kid. I didn't expect that he could write poems well and have such an outstanding physique. Seeing that he was weak in writing, I thought he would fall down from exhaustion in just a few laps, but he actually became the strongest among them all. He is so weak in writing.
He has run more than three hundred laps, and most soldiers would be too tired to move, but he can still persist, and there are no signs of exhaustion."
"Yes, Mr. Yu values him the most."
Gao Shenxing suddenly sighed: "That's such a pity."
In a simple sentence, Gao Shenxing waved his hand: "This morning's training is over. Let's go back and rest. After noon, we will continue running!"
"Ah? You still want to run?"
"I can't do it anymore, I'm going to die!"
Anhong was everywhere in the hospital, but it was rare to end the morning's torture and they all went back to their dormitories.
Bai Song stopped, wiped his sweat, and prepared to go back.
At this time, Gao Shenxing stopped and said, "Come here."
Bai Song came to Gao Shenxing's side and raised his hands: "Sir, what can I do for you?"
"You kid can actually persist until now?"
"With some internal strength, running like this is nothing."
Gao Shenxing had already noticed that Bai Song had some internal skills and nodded, not satisfied with Bai Song's honesty.
Little did he know that Bai Song had more than just a little bit of internal strength. This kind of running was just like playing to him.
"Since running like this doesn't mean anything to you, then you can take a break starting in the afternoon and supervise their running. When fifteen people can complete a hundred laps together, you can rest."
Bai Song frowned, what he saw for two consecutive days made him feel something in his heart.
Yu Shinan particularly emphasized the word unity for this group of students. This seemingly meaningless running actually builds the cohesion of the team.
Perhaps Master really hopes that this last class of students can unite as one in the officialdom, but this itself is impossible.
Because these people represent various forces in the capital, and if they stand in different positions in the officialdom, there will always be a day when they turn against each other.
What kind of peace of mind does Master have?
Bai Song didn't think too much about the master's intentions behind it, he just sat and did what he should do.
Since Mr. Gao wants him to supervise everyone's running, he should do so honestly.
Starting from the afternoon, the other students were running in the courtyard. Bai Song was holding an unfinished copy of "The Doctrine of the Mean" under the eaves. While supervising the students' running, he asked Jia Ke next to him about the things he didn't understand in the book.
Scholars tend to neglect exercise, so the first stage of study at Yongxing College focuses on internal training.
Since the first day of running, fifteen students have been undergoing various physical exercises under Gao Shenxing's military-style training.
On the third day of training, everyone ran 100 laps together to complete the first training event.
Bai Song also finished reading "The Doctrine of the Mean" which he had not read for a long time. After several days of exchange and study with Jia Ke, he also learned some truths from the articles in the book.
Starting from the fourth day, running a hundred laps in the morning became everyone's daily routine. Another new gentleman came as scheduled. What was even more unexpected was that this new gentleman was not an official, let alone a famous person, but
An old craftsman who is known as the nth generation successor of Lu Ban actually taught woodworking to his classmates.
If it is understandable that the first gentleman came to strengthen everyone's physical fitness, it is too incomprehensible for everyone to talk about carpentry, mechanism skills, and Luban locks now.
No one in the class dared to say anything. After all, with Mr. Gao watching from the side, no one dared to feel the slightest resentment.
When it was time to go to bed at night, every dormitory was abuzz and everyone was talking about it.
I don’t know what’s going on in the academy. It’s known as the number one academic institution in the Tang Dynasty. It doesn’t teach poetry a day, and all its energy is spent on irrelevant things.
Is this meant to train the children of major families to become craftsmen?
What was the status of craftsmen in the Tang Dynasty?
Wouldn't it cause trouble if the elders found out about it back home?
The running for the past few days has made everyone exhausted, and the content of today's study makes people even more dejected.
Everyone's passion has been drained away, and we don't know when these days will end.
It was something that no one was interested in, but Bai Song rarely found his own interest.
It's not a bad thing to learn some craft skills.
On the contrary, this may be more conducive to the future development of technology in the Bai Song Dynasty than learning martial arts moves.
In ancient times, Bai Song always had a dream in his heart, that is, he dreamed of having a gun to protect him one day.
Only a gun is the most reliable means of self-protection.
Bai Song had space, but could never exchange weapons such as pistols and bullets.
Bai Song was obsessed with modern weapons and thought about them almost every day.
If he can't exchange weapons, can't he make them himself?
The gun cannot be replaced, but the blueprint of the gun can be replaced.
With the blueprints and Lu Ban skills learned, he had a certain production foundation. As long as he continued to study and train for a period of time, Bai Song believed that he would be able to make a gun one day.
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Once people get used to a certain regular life, they will feel that time passes quickly.
In a blink of an eye, the first free day at Yongxing College has arrived.
This is a day where you can go out and make your own arrangements.
Early in the morning, when everyone was still waiting for their morning jog, Jia Kecai said that today was a free day and everyone could make their own arrangements. Everyone was still a little uncomfortable.
"Everyone, I have a rare free day today. My eldest son, Sun Huan, is here to invite all my classmates to have a drink in Fushou'an."
“Very good, very good!”
The crowd cheered.
This time is really a good thing to eliminate conflicts. After ten days of contact, the students in the entire college have become much more harmonious. Although the eldest son Sun Huan still can't stand Bai Song, at least he won't target him everywhere like before.
"Someone is going!"
"I, I..."
"Bai Song, are you going?" Changsun Huan rarely asked Bai Song.
Bai Song smiled: "I won't go, I have other arrangements."
Changsun Huan couldn't help but feel a little unhappy: "Don't be so shameless!"
Cui Xing, who was next to him, was afraid that Bai Song would agree, so he hurriedly returned: "We really have other arrangements."
Bai Song thought about it and whispered to Cui Xing: "That's right, we are going to see Miss Hehe."
"It's not Miss Hehe, it's Miss Qingqing."
"What are you muttering about?" Yu Qingqing followed behind.
"Nothing, nothing..."
"Looking at how sneaky you are, there must be some conspiracy. Bai Song, I will follow you today. I will go wherever you go, hum!"
"What are you going to do? I'm following Brother Cui."
"Then I'll hang out with Brother Cui, Brother Cui, do you think it's okay?"
Cui Xing looked bitter and touched his money bag: "This..."
Yu Qingqing raised her eyebrows and took out her purse: "I don't need your money, I will pay for it myself."
Bai Song looked at Cui Xing, who had a bitter look on his face: "Then let's go together."
The three men acted alone and arrived at Dongshi early in the morning.
The girl Cui Xing misses so much is Qingqing, who lives in Fengyue Building in Dongshi City. It is a small flower building, but the Tianxiang Pavilion next door has a big reputation. I heard that the Shishi girl who shined at the party is the top star in it.
.The two flower houses are not far apart, but the size of the guests coming and going is quite different.
[The author has something to say]
It’s a big chapter of 4000 words, and there are two more chapters to come. I’m running out of time, so I’ll post one chapter first, and the rest will come tomorrow.