Zhang Shuning finally left the school and went to Xiahe Village Qianhu Residence.
Before leaving, his teacher talked with him all night long, trying to persuade him not to do something like this that was destined to fail.
"Son, you are very talented and work hard, and your future is boundless. Looking at the current Ming Dynasty, Jimin in the south and Fudan in the north are divided into two families. Son, if you really want to achieve something, you should
Let our school surpass Jimin and become truly the number one school in the world."
Zhang Shuning just lowered his head, "What about Peking University Hall? What is it?"
"Think of it as opportunism and the shame of the school! Now that Prime Minister Sun is from Shandong, our opportunity has arrived. Sir, I am in charge of the population census. If the court can use my ideas in this area, your opportunity will come.
In a few years, you will pass the provincial examination, become an official in the court, and honor your ancestors. What a wonderful thing it will be! Why should you go against your own future? You are just wishing to help those poor children. "
The teacher said earnestly, "I have seen too many children like this. They are generally slow, stupid, and lazy... Don't say that children from poor people become masters early. In fact, they are not good at all. They have no knowledge, no responsibility, and no idea of working hard to make progress. In short
, In this world, it is already a great blessing to let them read and write. It would be great if they can be craftsmen, accountants, and do decent things in the countryside. They are not worthy of being in a palace. "
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While walking on the road, Zhang Shuning's teacher's words kept flashing through his mind. Ever since he investigated the population and farmland, Zhang Shuning had admired this teacher very much. He even wrote a letter to Zhu Di praising his teacher.
But this conversation made Zhang Shuning seriously doubt what kind of person his teacher was.
He indeed regarded himself as a very important disciple, otherwise he would not have been so unscrupulous and said everything in his heart.
But these inner words made Zhang Shuning very uncomfortable. As a famous teacher at Fudan Academy, he could indeed look down on the poor. They were different.
So, as the son of a prime minister, can I look down on most people?
Why do teachers look down upon poor children so much?
Is what he said true? Does it make sense?
Even if it doesn't make sense, where is the mistake?
Zhang Shuning still had no idea, but this time, he didn't want to ask his father for advice. He wanted to find the answer by himself.
Xiahe Village Qianhu Station is close to the seaside and was originally set up to guard against pirates.
Most of the members of the Qianhu Institute were Shandong Red Turbans, who were not direct descendants of the Ming army, and the conditions were not good.
Counting the surrounding areas, there are a total of five elementary schools, one primary school and one middle school.
According to the current education system of the Ming Dynasty, elementary school and primary school are considered compulsory education. After reaching middle school, you need to spend your own money.
This is somewhat similar to the county schools, state schools, and government schools in history.
After the end of middle school, for students, there are roughly the following options... Those who cannot continue studying will naturally have to work. With a middle school degree and literacy, they can generally find a job like accounting, which is barely enough.
No worries about food and clothing.
If the situation is good, you can choose to enter the Chief Envoy School, which is a school set up by each province and can train some talents in a targeted manner.
For example, arrange for them to enter the provincial schools, serve as teachers, etc. Some of them can also pass the exam by luck and directly enter the yamen to work, but they have to start from the lowest level.
In contrast, only the top students who pass the exam can enter Jimin Academy and Fudan Academy.
As long as you enter these two schools, you basically have one foot in the officialdom. Even if you don't want to step in, like Zhang Huan, you will go into business and have connections, and your future will be bright.
All in all, although the investment in education during the ten years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty was astonishing, the entire system was still very rough. There were too few top schools and even fewer good teachers. The quality of schools at all levels was mixed, and the success rate was also very uneven.
Zhang Shuning recalled his own experience. He completed elementary school and primary school courses before he was about seven years old, and then studied middle school courses for a period of time.
Then he took the exam at Jimin Academy and passed the exam smoothly... If he hadn't met Huang Guan and Xia Zhifeng, who were extremely talented, Zhang Shuning would have been a perfect academic master and a child prodigy.
There is no doubt about that.
Now think about it, are you really that awesome?
It doesn't seem possible...after all, when I was wearing crotchless pants, I was sitting on my father's desk.
Many textbooks were compiled by my father. How many people wanted to get his guidance but couldn't get it, but it was easy for me, and I was a little tired of listening to it.
Not counting his father, his mother is also the minister of the imperial court, promoted by the branch office, and those who come and go, just take one, and no one is famous in the world.
With such good conditions instilled in him, compared with his nephew Zhang Huan, there is a world of difference!
Zhang Shuning asked his father if it was fair. In fact, he should ask himself more, is it fair?
You have enjoyed everything so well, what are you going to do?
From a very early age, Zhang Shuning wanted to be a teacher. Later, he gradually felt that fame, fame and wealth were too easy for him, almost at his fingertips.
Only by helping others and creating more people's success can you be happy.
But today, Zhang Shuning has a new understanding. Perhaps it is not only his own happiness, but also his responsibility.
"This is a hundred and twenty articles I have prepared for you. You must read them thoroughly. I have circled the key sentences in them and you must recite them. You must not make a single mistake!"
"Also, these are three hundred arithmetic questions. You must understand them thoroughly and keep them in your heart. No matter how they change, you must master them!"
"Moreover, even these thousand pieces of common sense must be memorized for me!"
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Zhang Shuning faced more than fifty students from Xiahe Village and issued his order.
"I have already talked with your fathers, and I have issued a military order to them. I will send at least ten people to Fudan Academy! They also promised me that as long as they can be sent to Fudan Academy, they will listen to my arrangements. You
Anyone who disobeys will be dragged out and beaten immediately. Even if they are beaten to death, they will not care!"
From this day on, Xiahezhai Middle School entered the state of a military camp.
Some parents even took the initiative to come over and help with standing classes outside.
If any student skips class or disobeys, he will be arrested immediately and beaten to death without the teacher having to take action.
He was really not polite at all. The most naughty boy among them escaped and went to the river to fish. His father caught him and hung him directly from a willow tree by the river. He tore off his clothes and beat him with a willow stick.
When Zhang Shuning arrived, there was no good piece of meat left in his body.
Then the two of them hugged each other and cried!
"Why are you so ignorant? Being able to enter Fudan Academy is almost the same as being admitted as a Jinshi. It is a major event to change your family and honor your ancestors! Even if you risk your life, it will be worth it! If you do it again, I will kill you
You, if you die, I will die too! Let us become a joke all over the country!"
Gradually, no one among the children in Xiahezhai Middle School dared to be lazy.
They only sleep for two hours a day, with no rest or entertainment. They get up before dawn, go outside to do exercises, memorize books, and then do math problems in the morning and memorize articles in the afternoon.
In the evening, practice handwriting in Guange style for the exam.
Zhang Shuning discovered that these students didn't know some things that he thought were very common. For example, he knew the fonts for exams when he was very young, but these students couldn't even write neatly.
It seems like no one has ever told them.
There are also how to write articles and how to use examples. These are things that Zhang Shuning has long been familiar with. After all, Zhang Shuning still doesn’t know what his father is talking about!
But it's a pity that these students really don't know that the original teacher even used the Analects as a treasure.
Zhang Shuning's scalp was numb after seeing it. Even if the sentences you wrote in the Analects were correct, points would be deducted. Zhang Shuning had to order another batch of newspapers.
Arrange someone to read the newspaper aloud every day, and then let students take notes.
"You remember, the exam has never tested talent, especially since the proportion of articles and poems has become smaller and smaller. In many cases, what is tested is skills and experience. In the last month and a half, I will take you to do various test papers. You
You don’t have to understand these questions, but you must keep them in mind. Memorize one more question and answer one more word correctly, and you will have one more chance of entering Fudan Academy!"
In the last month and a half, the test papers were finally delivered.
Several sets of these papers were produced by Hu Yan, and more than a dozen were produced by Huang Guan. Among them, the one who produced the most was Xia Zhifeng, who sent a total of twenty sets from Yingtian.
These people are all considered to be god of learning. Although they are not in Fudan Academy, they know the style of Fudan Academy very well, especially Xia Zhifeng. She even breaks down each task and tells you where to do it and how many points you can get.
For students, all they have to do is work hard and forget food and sleep.
Over the past few months, these students from Qianhusuo School have gone from being stubborn and confused at the beginning to being full of confidence and high morale. They know very well how much progress they have made.
There are many young people here who are several years older than Zhang Shuning, but they respect this little gentleman extremely, even as a god, he is simply more important than their parents.
In the blink of an eye, the exam day was approaching, and Zhang Shuning personally led this group of students to Qufu.
Obviously, they should be considered the most embarrassed group among the large number of students who came to take the exam. Many of them were wearing straw sandals and leggings.
Where did this group of cowherd boys come from?
You are in the wrong place!
Where is the livestock market?
Zhang Shuning was very calm, "Go ahead, just be worthy of yourself!"
The students nodded vigorously and entered the examination room with firm steps.
After two days of exams, all that's left is waiting.
Zhang Shuning accompanied them and waited together.
After seven days, the test results came out.
There is good news and bad news.
The good news is that as many as eighteen people have passed the examination. Although their rankings are generally low, they have passed in the end. It's just that there was a small problem, and the school made a temporary decision to add an additional examination.
After receiving the news, the students were stunned. They rushed out of the room and gathered together, filled with grief and anger, gnashing their teeth.
Don’t you understand what “school” means?
There has been no talk of additional exams for so many years. Why should we add exams this year?
Who can believe that there is no targeting?
"Sir, you asked us to study hard and study hard. We all listened to him. But what about now? Sir, can you tell us whether studying hard is still useful?" The boy who was hung on the willow branch cried.
Ask Zhang Shuning.
He was lucky this time and passed in the second to last place. But if he had tried an extra test, he would have probably failed.
Zhang Shuning stretched out his arm, patted the student's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, this is the Ming Dynasty, and those people will not be allowed to do whatever they want!"
The students gradually calmed down, but their grief and anger were still there. They felt that the young gentleman was just comforting everyone, could he really turn things around?
But just in the afternoon, news came again that the new Chief Minister Gao Qi had come to Qufu to check the school's admission status... The flame of hope burned again.
(End of chapter)
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