Chapter two hundred and sixty-ninth calligraphy class daily
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Fan Yushu wanted to say more.
Zhao Rong said solemnly: "Student Fan, don't whisper in class!"
Fan Yushu was stunned, you know he was in class and he took us out for sightseeing... It's just that Zhao Rong didn't give him a good chance to talk, so don't go too far.
Today, it seems to be particularly lively at the foot of Linlu Mountain. Autumn book-delivery guests are arriving one after another, and there is a steady stream of cars and horses outside the Self-Abasement Pavilion.
Not long after, another convoy came from a distance, with several carriages carrying heavy book boxes, followed by dozens of bearers, mostly old bearers, with ruts on their dark and thin faces.
Gully, but at this time these gullies are all criss-crossed and crowded together, there should be some smiles written on their faces.
Zhao Rong stood in front of the pavilion door and glanced sideways.
The leader of this horse and carriage was a middle-aged Confucian scholar riding on the front horse. He wore a square scarf and a wide robe. He looked a little tired but looked around energetically like other people who had come all the way to deliver books.
Soon, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the mountain climbing corridor. The middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a scarf gave instructions to the team. The bearers began to unload the book boxes in an orderly manner and picked up the books to go up the mountain. The Confucian scholar in the scarf took a picture.
He took off his robe, looked around, walked towards Zibei Court, found a place to rest, and sat down not far from Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong thought for a moment, glanced at the students behind him who were mostly chatting and relaxing, and turned his head again. He took a few steps forward, smiled, and started talking to the Confucian scholar in the scarf.
After asking, I was a little surprised to find that the latter actually knew that his surname was Zhao and that he was from the same family, but he came from a small and remote country called Nankang at the foot of Wangquezhou Mountain. It was far away from the Zhao family in Dachu, but they didn't even hear each other.
Said.
However, the Zhao family in the world is one family, and the ancestral motto is to unite and help each other. The two of them can be regarded as distant relatives. After chatting for a few words, they couldn't help but become familiar with each other.
The Confucian scholar in the square scarf sighed.
"When my father was still alive, he always wanted to go back to the academy to take a look. I wonder if the former teacher is still looking at the tower, whether the cold window in Nanxuan is still lit by later students in the middle of the night, whether the frosted maple leaves in the maple forest next to the Lanzhou Ferry on the river are still there.
They are still more prosperous than the flowers in February, and there is no rule about washing your face with cold water in Mochi, but...
Later, my father held an important position in the court and was trusted by His Majesty. Later, he was favored by the emperor and served as a minister to assist the new emperor. He finally retired after all the chores were done. However, after returning to his hometown as an official, his health deteriorated day by day. He was completely
I lost my energy, hey."
Zhao Rong listened carefully and then sighed, "Brother Zhao, my condolences. Even though the old man is gone, aren't you here for him?"
The melancholy between the brows of the Confucian scholar with a square scarf suddenly swept away, he nodded and said cheerfully: "After more than half a year of walking, I finally arrived at the academy. Before, I took the ferry that sailed on the sea of clouds on the mountain, but I heard on the way that it was
Something big happened on the mountain, so I had to get off the boat and walk on foot. Later I heard that Lidu’s dragon boat was still there..."
It seemed that he had finally arrived at his destination. It had been a difficult journey and he was talking a lot at this time.
Zhao Rong listened carefully. Occasionally, the Confucian scholar in the square scarf would ask him something. Zhao Rong just smiled and said a few words without saying much. At a certain moment, he glanced at the left thumb of the Confucian scholar in the square scarf.
He was stroking and playing with a jade ring on his sleeve. He looked at the entrance to the mountain in the distance, the bearer carrying books, and suddenly said:
"Brother Zhao, I see that you are also a monk, and you came all the way alone. Why don't you use Xumi to carry books up the mountain? What do you ask these bearers to do?"
The Confucian scholar in the square scarf was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and said softly.
"I once heard this order from my father. He even calculated for me how much money it would cost to carry a load of books, so my brother hired these bearers to carry books at the market outside the academy. However, if I use Xumi
Bringing books directly to the mountain saves time and effort. In daily life, many things can be done very quickly using methods on the mountain...
In fact, I had curiously asked my father about this before. I remember that at that time, my brother was a little excited and suggested that he simply introduce these strange methods from the mountains to Nankang to replace manpower, which would definitely improve the efficiency of the court. However, my father, who was at the desk approving documents at the time, listened.
After he finished, he didn’t look at me and just asked three questions in a row.”
"There are some techniques that allow you to understand the whole text just by touching the book. If it becomes popular, won't we Confucian scholars no longer even need to read the book, and sir, we won't need to teach it?"
"Are we Confucian scholars going to be people from the mountains or people from the mountains?"
"If everything under the mountain is now done by mountain magic, what do these people under the mountain do?"
The Confucian scholar in the square scarf showed a look of recollection in his eyes, "I said I didn't know at that time and asked my father for the answer, but my father said that he didn't know either and wanted to know the answer."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong nodded slightly and said nothing more. He squinted and looked at the bearers carrying books not far away and the long corridor going up the mountain.
The corridor was built to be wide, but now both sides are piled with books and a little crowded. Moreover, from the foot of the mountain to the library at the top of the mountain, there is no place to sit, but there are still many people standing in the books on both sides of the corridor.
Reading in the pile should be to check the books for the library to enter the building, and the crowds coming and going in the corridor, whether they are Mochi students, academicians or gentlemen, all sideways to make way for the bearers carrying books, there is a huge flow of people.
But in an orderly manner.
Zhao Rong smiled, turned around, and saluted and said goodbye to the Confucian scholar in scarf who had been looking at him, but the latter suddenly said: "Brother Zhao, please wait a moment. I have always been curious about some interesting places in the academy that my father mentioned, but this is a huge academy."
, it’s a bit confusing, please...do you know how to get to the Sutra Pavilion?”
Zhao Rong thought for a while, "Brother Zhao, wait a moment, I will arrange some things first."
After he finished speaking, he walked towards the students of Sui Xing Hall who were gathered nearby, and everyone looked at him.
Zhao Rong folded his hands and asked loudly: "How many of you have completed the qualifications for entering the library?"
The students in Suixing Hall looked at each other in confusion. After a while, Yu Huaijin, Li Xueyou and a few others raised their hands.
Zhao Rong nodded, "Not much, that's just right."
He pointed at the intersection where the bearers were climbing, "Students of Suixing Hall, each go to the corridor to get a book, take it back and read it. After class, write a detailed experience of reading, using your best calligraphy.
Just, I suggest you make more drafts... As a calligraphy class homework, give it to me in the next class. After I review it, I will send it to the library to help file these books, and by the way, you will be eligible to enter the library. "
Yu Huaijin nodded and saluted, "I obey Mr.'s words."
The students were silent for a moment. Although some students had a sad face, they followed one after another and said, "I follow Mr.'s words."
Later, Zhao Rong led the Suixing Hall students to line up and go up the mountain. On a certain section of the corridor, everyone picked a book, and a group of them took it down the mountain.
Zhao Rong announced the end of get out of class, and the students of Suixing Hall dispersed one after another.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and flipped through the book in his hand, which seemed to be an unofficial history of a certain mountain dynasty, and walked back to the Inferiority Pavilion.
The Confucian scholar in the square scarf smiled and said: "I didn't expect that you are actually a college gentleman."
Zhao Rong raised his head and waved his hand, "I'm just a teaching assistant. Brother Zhao, let's go."
After he finished speaking, he didn't say much, and took the Confucian scholar in a scarf to the sutra-lecture pavilion by the riverside.
Still in the valley between the two green mountains, Zhao Rong sent the Confucian scholar in the scarf to the pavilion and said goodbye. In the afternoon, there was a calligraphy class at Zhengyi Hall waiting for him to attend, so he had no time to stay.
In the Bajiao Ancient Pavilion, in front of the deep ancient well, the Confucian scholar in a square scarf played with a jade ring in his hand and watched the student surnamed Zhao leave with a smile.
…
The overall feeling of the calligraphy class in Zhengyi Hall is much more relaxed than that in Xingtang.
At least that's what Zhao Rong thinks.
At this time, just like the previous class, he took Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall to the Cengcong Valley next to Linlu Mountain, and everyone followed him respectfully.
At this time, Zhao Rong, who was walking in front, held the rolled up book brought down from the corridor in his hand. He looked back at the people in the Hall of Justice behind him and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Gu Yiwu grinned at him.
Zhao Rong smiled back.
It is not that there are unruly and stubborn people in this Justice Hall. From the way Zhao Rong looks at people, it can be seen just from his eyes and small movements. After all, when the Justice Hall was established in Mochi Sixth School, it had the worst students.
There were many "special students" like him and Fan Yushu, but no one challenged Zhao Rong's authority.
If he says to go east, he will go east; if he says to go west, he will go west.
Although Zhao Rong knew that it was not because of his great majesty, because Zhao Rong had not established any authority from his first class until now, he knew that most of this was actually due to Gu Yiwu, whom he felt quite attached to.
As for Gu Yiwu's way of managing the Justice Hall, Zhao Rong secretly observed it for a few days and found that it was completely different from Yu Huaijin's. In summary, it was the big brother style... the way of getting along with the students and calling them brothers.
Quite interesting.
In Cengcong Valley, Zhao Rong smiled, stopped and turned around and ordered: "Everyone is free to move around."
They didn’t even give orders like ‘Quiet’ or ‘Don’t make any noise’, because there were people in charge.
At this time, Gu Yiwu glanced at Zhao Rong who was sitting on a bluestone admiring the scenery. He thought for a while, took out some tea sets, poured a few cups of hot tea, picked up a cup, and gave the rest to those sitting quietly next to him.
classmates.
However, Gu Yiwu didn't serve it immediately. He looked around and stared at the students of Zhengyi Hall for a while. After a while, he suddenly saw a restless student walking away from the crowd to a quiet place to teach gently.
Gu Yiwu frowned, put down his tea cup, walked over silently, reached out his arm to strangle the restless student's neck, and applied a 'choke-lock'.
"You little monkey, you are harassing other senior sisters in their studies again." Gu Yiwu looked at Senior Sister Shizi who was quietly reading a book in the forest not far away, and said angrily.
The student surnamed Hou who was choked said with a smile: "Boss, I just went to see the scenery. I am not going to harass my senior sister. Don't try to taint my innocence."
Gu Yiwu glared at him and said in a lowered voice: "In Mr. Zhao's class, please don't mess around. Give me some peace of mind. Also, in the future, if there is a scholar or sister from the academy who comes to learn from me, where can we sue us?"
The status of the Hall of Justice, w. See if I don’t take off your pants, and then..."
The student surnamed Hou stood aside and immediately fell silent.
The surrounding Justice Hall students chuckled.
Not long after, seeing that everyone was calm and there was no bad sign emerging, Gu Yiwu picked up the tea cup again, went to Zhao Rong and handed it over, "Mr. Zhao, quench your thirst."
Zhao Rong turned his head and said, "Brother Gu, just call me Brother Zhao. You don't have to be so reserved in private."
Gu Yiwu grinned and shook his head.
Zhao Rong finished the tea, took a sip, and suddenly put down the cup and said, "Actually, I have always been curious about why Brother Gu took the initiative to choose me that time at Yilanxuan."
Gu Yiwu glanced at Zhao Rong, his mouth gradually lowered, and he was silent for a while.
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