Chapter 96 (First order requested) Teacher Zhao’s request
At this time, Zhao Wenhe looked at Chen Ping, but he still held the ruler in his hand.
"Are you Chen Ping?"
Even though Chen Ping was bold, his feet and legs were a little weak when he bowed.
"Yes, student Chen Ping is here to pay homage to me as ordered by my teacher."
Although Chen Ping was a little nervous and his face was a little reserved, he still spoke calmly.
"The students set out five days ago and will arrive today. In addition, there is a letter from Teacher Li, which I asked the students to bring to you."
After Chen Ping sent the letter to the long case with both hands, he stood by the bamboo platform and waited.
Zhao Wenhe released the ruler in his hand, took out the letter and browsed it quickly, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Most of the letters contained greetings and entrustments from old friends, but there was only one sentence that was surprising.
"The disciples that Brother Ye and I teach are inevitably a little out-of-the-box and lively. Brother Wangyuan Shu will take care of them."
Zhao Wenhe raised his head, his eyes slowly swept across Chen Ping's forehead, touched his beard and asked: "This time I got the top score in the county exam, how do you think you did?"
Chen Ping didn't know the meaning of this question, but he was not too humble, so he bowed and replied.
"Students are young and have not learned much, so they still have many shortcomings. But if they can do their best and answer their questions, they will feel no regrets."
"I have read your answers, including the ones you did at Huating Academy." Zhao Wenhe stood up, "At your age, you are indeed better than many people."
Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.
Zhao Wenhe walked down the bamboo platform with his hands behind his back and stopped beside Chen Ping, his broad white robe sliding down the ground.
"I heard that you are not good at poetry, but the poem in the examination room was quite good."
Chen Ping quickly said: "This is a student's quick and witty work, not his ordinary level."
After hearing this, Zhao Wenhe laughed and said, "I can tell."
Chen Ping's face felt hot.
"Call me teacher from now on." Zhao Wenhe, an old friend who has already trusted me to accept him as his disciple, said, "Bring your things with you. Your room has been tidied up."
As he spoke, he walked inside, "From now on, you will live and study in Zhuyuan. Apart from living, your classes and three meals will be the same as those of other students. You will follow your teacher."
Chen Ping didn't dare to ask any more questions. He put his luggage into the room and hurried to follow.
The environment of Jiangxia Academy is elegant, the terrain is flat and open, somewhat similar to the courtyards of southern water towns, and it is orderly.
Along the way, you can often see students studying on their own in rockeries, water pavilions, corridors and other quiet and elegant places.
"When you first arrived, you went to Xuanzi Pavilion with Cheng Cheng during class."
Zhao Wenhe stopped in a corridor. Not far away were four extremely spacious rooms, the layout of which was exactly the same as that of the county examination room.
The only difference is that there are calligraphy and painting books and incense burner decorations inside.
Chen Ping asked curiously: "Teacher, what are the differences between these characters?"
Zhao Wenhe glanced at him and said, "If you don't study hard, the Four Pavilions of Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang and Huang are no different. If you strive to go up, you can pass the quiz to enter Tianzi Pavilion in the future."
In other words, all those who have done well in the exam are concentrated in Tianzi Pavilion. Isn’t this the elite class in the previous life?
Zhao Wenhe withdrew his gaze and said slowly: "But everything has pros and cons. If you think about your own path, you must make up your mind in the future and never slack off."
"Students understand." Chen Ping said solemnly: "There is no limit to learning and hard work, and you can't relax and get restless even for a day."
"It's good if you have this intention."
At the end of the corridor, there are several young people who are arguing with each other for some reason.
Not wanting to turn around, they saw Zhao Wenhe appearing in front of them. Several people immediately shuddered and stood sideways.
"Hello, Teacher Zhao!"
Zhao Wenhe nodded and walked over directly.
"Most of the middle school teachers in Jiangxia Academy came from the imperial examination and have outstanding literary talents. I know that you are good at arithmetic, but this does not add much to the imperial examination and becoming an official, so this academy does not focus on arithmetic."
"Students are well prepared, please rest assured, teacher." Chen Ping was not surprised.
When he was in the county examination room, he had already discovered that his arithmetic skills were of little use.
Zhao Wenhe nodded slightly: "In addition, etiquette, music, archery and calligraphy are indispensable. Therefore, you need to study more on piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, reciting poems and writing poems."
Poetry is all, but you also want to learn piano, chess, and painting?
Chen Ping's face twitched obviously, and he muttered: "Students are bold and ask the teacher for help. Although the ancients were good at reading and reading, playing piano, chess, and painting in the examination room seems to be the same as counting..."
Zhao Wenhe interrupted and asked: "Do you think those officials' children and the same candidates only know how to study hard?"
"It's not difficult to become good at reading, but what if you just pick up poems and phrases at random? There are so many books to memorize by rote."
"If you enter the officialdom and get along with others in the future, and you don't know anything about it when others talk about it, you will only be laughed at. It is always good to learn more."
Zhao Wenhe's words are reasonable, let alone the ancient sages and sages, only the officials above the court.
Anyone who doesn’t have hobbies like drawing and playing chess can at least talk about these things.
"Besides, literati study the Six Arts for the sake of self-cultivation. Don't be so focused on getting into the imperial examination that you forget to come out." Zhao Wenhe said meaningfully.
The imperial examination is just a small disaster in life. After leaving the examination room and entering the officialdom, it is the real challenge.
Chen Ping immediately shut up and accepted the teaching humbly, "Students are ignorant, thank you teacher for your guidance."
Zhao Wenhe did not comment, and after walking around for a while, he took Chen Ping back to Zhuyuan.
In order to adapt to Jiangxia Academy as soon as possible, Chen Ping followed Cheng Cheng around for the next few days.
I first took the courses from the academy, and in order to catch up with the progress, I also studied behind closed doors after class, as if I was back to the state before the county exam.
Three days later, in the early morning, Chen Ping was washing up when he saw Cheng Cheng emerging from the window.
"Junior brother, are you still studying?" Cheng Cheng clicked his tongue, "School has not officially started yet. Today, senior brother will take you out to play."
Chen Ping shook his head and refused, "Brother, I have an appointment today to meet a friend."
Cheng Cheng curled his lips and said, "What kind of friend? Let's meet my senior brother, too."
"I'm going to visit his home. I'm afraid it will be inconvenient to bring my senior brother with me. I will introduce you to him next time."
After Chen Ping finished speaking, he was stunned and slapped his forehead, "Oh! I have only been studying these days and forgot to prepare gifts."
In the merchant house of the He family, ordinary gifts might not be eye-catching, and even Chen Ping couldn't afford to give them too expensive.
But how could you not prepare a gift for your first visit? That would be too rude.
Chen Ping thought for a moment and hurriedly pulled out a blank calligraphy and painting scroll from the table.
Then, without changing his expression or heart, he wrote a seven-character quatrain in the scroll.
If you do this too much, you won’t panic anymore.
Cheng Cheng raised his eyebrows and stepped forward, but only saw the first few lines of words.
Chen Ping put the scroll away neatly and said, "Senior brother, do you want to read it?"
Cheng Cheng felt arrogant and immediately raised his chin, "The teacher said you were mediocre at poetry, so what's there to see?"
"In that case, junior brother, let's go first." Chen Ping quickly handed over his hands and said, "Goodbye!"
Cheng Cheng's expression was calm and he didn't move.
After Chen Ping left the courtyard, he suddenly strode into Zhao Wenhe's room.
"Why are you running around so early in the morning?" Zhao Wenhe shouted in a deep voice, "Why don't you go practice calligraphy!"
"Teacher! Teacher!" Cheng Cheng was full of curiosity and breathlessly approached and asked: "Have you ever heard of a poet named Yuan Haowen? Does he have a poem called "New Year's Eve in Kyoto"?"