Gongsun Yi is young and has no teaching experience. There is no problem for such a gentleman to mingle with students, but his dignity is seriously lacking.
teaching ability
It's even more so-so, even worse than Sui Gongyan.
Fortunately, Yuan Zonggao had set a teaching policy for him early on. He could not just teach the classics and their meanings, but also teach them together with the annotations.
Rote memorization will always happen, right?
At this time, the textbooks in Zhu San and Zhu Si's hands included the Analects of Confucius and the Annotations of Mencius, and Gongsun Yi only gave a general outline.
Before school ended in the afternoon, after the class was over, Zhu Si took everyone out to play Cuju. Gongsun Yi didn't stop him. It was obvious that he had no plan for teaching, and he didn't even set the rules for how long a class should last. The teacher is the teacher in the classroom.
Taking care of the child, now he is the one who takes care of the child.
"Zhu Hao, didn't you say you could make a leather Cuju? Why didn't you see it?" Zhu Si was very concerned about this matter.
Zhu Hao said: "You think the materials are so easy to find? We can't find leather for the time being. This matter must be put aside later. Isn't it the most important thing to deal with your father's school entrance examination at the moment?"
This time even Zhu San nodded.
Compared to going out to play in the city, it’s enough to have a ready-made Cuju kicker. Do you have to be picky about Cuju?
While several children were playing Cuju, Gongsun Yi was sitting on the steps at the door of the school building. He didn't have the airs of a gentleman at all, but if you look closely, you will find that he was actually there in a daze, with a strange smile on his face, looking extremely proud.
Zhu Hao
It has something to do with this. By the way, where is Lu Song now?"
After school in the afternoon.
Zhu Hao, Jinghong and Gongsun Yi arrived at the West Courtyard together. Seeing that Gongsun Yi was about to leave, Zhu Hao couldn't help but remind him: "You can leave after dinner."
"Isn't there something wrong with this?" Gongsun Yi actually wanted to stay in the palace for dinner. What's wrong with saving a meal for his family?
Zhu Hao saw the look of longing for food on Gongsun Yi's face again, and comforted him: "The food in the palace is not fixed and rationed. You are a gentleman, and you are also a member of the palace. What's wrong with leaving after dinner? Sir
Come eat with us.”
Now Zhu Hao cordially invited Gongsun Yi.
Gongsun Yi couldn't refuse, but in fact he had longed for it, so he followed Zhu Hao and Jinghong to the cafeteria. At this time, the dinner had not officially started, but many guards had gathered to wait and eat.
No one had a big reaction to Gongsun Yi's arrival. After all, this was a new teaching in the palace. Even if it was just a temporary one, there was nothing wrong with eating here.
Besides, given their status, how qualified are they to speak out against it?
On the contrary, Gongsun Yi was very ashamed and felt ashamed that a scholar would eat a meal that was not his own.
But when Zhu Hao delivered three plates of dishes and a large bowl of rice, all the guilt disappeared.
The three dishes were braised pork with pickled vegetables, stir-fried sour cowpeas and garlic-cooked cabbage. They were all very delicious. Gongsun Yi no longer cared about his image, picked up a bowl filled with half a kilogram of rice, and ate it with big mouthfuls.
After a while, the rice was finished. He looked at Zhu Hao sheepishly, and Zhu Hao got up and went to give him another bowl.
Zhu Hao only filled the bowl with two taels of rice with half an hour left, but Gongsun Yi actually finished another large bowl of rice. At this time, he finally confirmed that Gongsun Yi was actually a rice bucket!
"Mr. Gongsun, eat slowly. No one is snatching it from you. You don't know. The palace is always nervous about dinner. If you come earlier in the morning, there will always be leftover breakfast."
Zhu Hao not only encouraged Gongsun Yi to stay at the palace for dinner, but also said that you are welcome to eat three meals a day.
Jinghong had some opinions.
In the past, there was often not enough food in the cafeteria at night. Now that he has an extra mouth out of thin air, he is still a guy with a big appetite. Then Gongsun Yi will definitely take away a lot of his and Zhu Hao's rations, and it will be even more difficult to eat full.
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Gongsun Yi was very moved after hearing this.
He knows his own family affairs. Teaching in the palace may seem nice, but it is not a stable job. Once the palace invites a high-level teacher, he will be kicked out. Eight dollars a month seems like a lot, but how long you can earn is a question.
, maybe it will be over in less than a month
This is free food. If you don’t eat it, you won’t eat it.
After dinner, he saw people coming in one after another. There was still food left in the cafeteria. Zhu Hao went to get another bowl of rice, ran back to the dormitory in the west courtyard to get a food box, put it in and asked Gongsun Yi to take it back. Although
There was not much food, but it was not difficult for his old mother and wife to cope with one meal.
"I'm afraid this is inappropriate."
Gongsun Yi was duplicitous and said he didn't want it, but he already had the food box in his hand.
Zhu Hao smiled and said, "Wouldn't it be better if I could save some food for my family? I came to the palace to study, and I actually saved a lot of food for my family."
Jinghong immediately looked over with a look like "Who are you lying to?"
Is your Zhu Hao family still short of food?
The candles are brought to the palace in baskets, and the pies are even more stuffed with meat. I am grateful that you are not hungry yourself, but you are generous to others. You know that I bring little dry food, and you plan to make me hungry all night long.
Hungry, right?
Gongsun Yi was very happy, nodded, and looked at Zhu Hao with gratitude.
Within a day of knowing each other, Gongsun Yi felt that Zhu Hao was a good student. It seemed that talking to Zhu Hao from the bottom of his heart at noon would be rewarded. Didn't Zhu Hao bring him here to eat for free as a person who had been through it? He was someone from the court.
He likes to be an official, but he is a person in the palace who likes to eat and drink.
After sending Gongsun Yi away, the sky was already darkening.
Jinghong was furious, but he didn't want to take the initiative to speak because of the conflict with Zhu Hao. After returning to the dormitory, Zhu Hao asked unhurriedly: "I'm going out to the palace tonight to listen to a book, are you going?"
When he heard that he was going to listen to a book, Jinghong's anger instantly dropped.
But he still didn't want to pay attention to Zhu Hao.
"There is a new version, so don't forget about it." Zhu Hao said.
Jinghong finally couldn't help but said: "Go!"
If he had just heard about Yue, maybe he would have considered whether to forgive Zhu Hao, but when he heard that there was a new textbook, he could put aside his grudge against Zhu Hao for the time being.
The two of them left the palace gate earlier this time. After they came out, Zhu Hao clearly felt that someone was following him behind him.
These people who are following are obviously novices. They don’t know how to use the terrain to hide their figures and dodge while walking. They think they won’t be discovered. But in fact, Zhu Hao pays careful attention every time he goes out. At least he needs to know the current attitude of the palace towards him.
How, if tracking
I'm afraid the main reason is to see if he will meet with the palace's internal staff to see who the contact person is.
Zhu Hao was thinking on the way to the bookstore: "Those Dianzhan are obviously not in the city. Now the palace will worry about me going to meet with Wang Ying? Or is it just because the palace has spied that I want to go to Lin Bai on behalf of the Zhu family?"
When I met the informant from this household, my level of alert towards me also increased accordingly?"
The bookstore was talking about Journey to the West that day.
This is the second story written by Zhu Hao. Because it was the first day of story telling, the mass base was unknown. Zhu Hao wanted to come and see how the "premiere" went.
Jinghong didn't know how wonderful Journey to the West was, and he immediately regretted it. He thought he was listening to Condor Shooting, and couldn't help but glared at Zhu Hao hatefully.
But Zhu Hao seemed to have known that he had objections. When he glared over, he looked sideways, and their eyes met in the air.
"If we really tell Guo Jing's story, you've heard it before, so you wouldn't want to hear it a second time, right?" Zhu Hao was like a roundworm in Jinghong's belly, knowing everything he wanted to say.
Jinghong thought about it carefully, yes, wouldn't it be nice to hear a new story?
But the problem is that none of the stories he has listened to recently have an ending, they are all half-baked. Hearing only the beginning but no follow-up makes people feel uncomfortable and can't help but wonder what will happen next.
At this time, the lecture has already started on the stage.
Zhu Hao was sitting there, eating melon seeds and drinking tea, acting like a young master. This was difficult for the two palace guards who were watching behind him. They stood in the crowd with the northwest wind blowing. They had to keep an eye on him at all times to prevent missing him.
An important moment for Zhu Hao to connect with others.
The audience present was very enthusiastic about the first book of Journey to the West. This was because of the previous mass base and everyone came with great expectations.
What Yue said before was so good that he attracted many loyal listeners. In addition, Journey to the West, as one of the four great Chinese classics, certainly has its own uniqueness. The stories of gods and monsters are more popular among the people. I haven’t finished the first chapter yet.
The storyteller has been interrupted several times by cheers and applause.
"It's getting late, we should go back."
Before the second watch, Zhu Hao asked Jinghong to leave.
Jinghong frowned: "I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you so anxious?"
Zhu Hao said: "I'll tell you when we get back. The palace's security has been tightened these days. If we can't go back, we'll be in trouble. Where can we sleep at night on a cold day? Don't cause trouble for the guards, they might be blamed.
It will cause stumbling blocks for us.”
Jinghong seemed to understand, but Zhu Hao said he would go back and explain it to him alone, and he readily accepted it.
When he returned to the palace, he truly felt Zhu Hao's "foresight".
I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.
There were clearly shadows shaking inside, but no one answered. He deliberately asked them to wait at the door, which made Jinghong feel an inexplicable nervousness.
If you can't get into the palace and your family finds out, you'll be in really bad luck.
Fortunately, Zhu Hao came up with bribes and promised to pay for the drinks, and finally someone couldn't help but open the door.
"Some of the guards want to talk to me after drinking, why bother? If you don't want us to go out, you can say hello in advance. I just can't stand the loneliness and want to go out and listen to a book."
Zhu Hao stuffed more than ten coins into the hands of the guards, and then said with an aggrieved look.
Even the guard said: "Didn't you say that your mother is sick?"
Zhu Hao said: "Then you can't be sick every day. I go out to listen to books. It's just an excuse. Are you serious?"
"Hahaha"
A group of guards burst into laughter.
These people are just a bunch of vulgar men with little education, greedy for money and lust, and like to watch the fun and make noise.
"You brat, I know you don't have good intentions, so get out of here!"
Even the guard cursed while weighing the copper coins he had just received.
Zhu Hao and Jinghong returned to the house, and Jinghong couldn't help but ask, "How did you know the guards would cause trouble today?"
Zhu Hao said: "I did a hexagram before I came out. Do you believe it will be like this?"
In the past, Jinghong would have said that I believe you, a big-headed ghost, but this time he asked in shock: "Do you really know the art of Kanyu?"
"I'm talking about Jinghong, why are you talking so much? Isn't this something that is not clear? Recently, the officials in charge of the palace are not around. These brats are harder to get rid of than the king of hell. If they have the opportunity to exploit us, will they?
What are you going to do? Let us go out if everything goes well today, and make it clear that you are ready to cause trouble for us when you come back. Alas, you are still neglectful!"
Zhu Hao's words made Jinghong fall into deep thought.
He thought about it and found that it was indeed too smooth when he followed Zhu Hao out of the palace. Those people were whispering at that time, as if they were discussing some conspiracy.
Isn't the biggest plan against the two of them to make it impossible for them to come back?
"Zhu Hao, I didn't expect that you can see people at a subtle level and see things so accurately. It seems that I still have a lot to learn from you in the future."