Xu Ling, surnamed Xu, nodded, stood up from behind, looked around, and said solemnly: "Today's inquiry, no one is allowed to record it, and it is not allowed to be published in the newspaper. Anyone who violates the rules will be dismissed and expelled."
Everyone raised their hands and bowed solemnly to show their compliance.
The middle-aged Xueling was here to bear witness, so after he finished speaking, he gave up his position to Qiu Xueling again and withdrew.
Qiu Xueling walked up to the front desk, looked at Zhang Yu, and uttered a burst of strange syllables, which seemed very loud and grand under the circular lobby.
It was hard to imagine that such a loud voice could come out of his thin body, but it made many people present look at him with admiration. It seemed that he was not as old as he described.
Liu Guang knew that the moment Qiu Xueling spoke, the exam had already been announced. He saw a teacher and teacher standing close to each other talking to each other, as if they were analyzing which language Qiu Xueling could speak.
He couldn't help but feel nervous. If even these knowledgeable teachers didn't know what language this was, could Zhang Yuneng be able to answer it?
After all, Zhang Yu is not very old. Even if he is good at the language of a certain tribe, it does not mean he is proficient in the language of all places.
When Zhang Yu heard this sentence, he immediately judged that it was the language of a remote small tribe north of Anshan.
The reason why he knew was that he happened to have contact with the natives of this tribe, but he could only speak a few words.
He could see clearly that Qiu Xueling had studied these languages for decades and had accumulated so much knowledge that he could not match him. Even if he could answer the question now, he could have changed another language. There was always a possibility.
When he can't pick it up, he simply shouldn't.
Seeing that he was silent, Qiu Xueling stroked his beard and changed his language.
This time, someone present immediately recognized that this was the language of an indigenous tribe in the middle reaches of Anshan. The He'an people can barely be regarded as close relatives. There are still several tribes living deep in the mountains, making a living by hunting and fur trade, because they are related to the Protectorate.
There have been frequent exchanges between the tribes, and now there are quite a few people who understand the language of this tribe.
Zhang Yuze stood there with a calm face and still did not speak.
Next, Qiu Xueling changed several languages, each of which was not repeated. Not only that, he enunciated the words clearly and spoke rhythmically, making it obvious that people can hear the changes between different languages.
The people present couldn't help but sigh. They felt that he was really knowledgeable and worthy of everyone in the Aboriginal language. This should be considered the only one in the Protectorate.
Because no matter what he said, Zhang Yu always remained silent, and Qiu Xueling finally stopped. He said slowly: "Assistant Zhang, I asked you so many questions just now, why didn't you answer? There must be a language you understand, right?
?”
Zhang Yu said calmly: "Although Qiu Xueling asked many questions, what does it have to do with the language I want to teach?"
"Applying questions" refers to the knowledge originally possessed by teachers or assistant teachers in the examination school. But what you are asking about is not the same thing as what I have mastered, so there is no need for me to pay attention to you.
Perhaps when other young assistant teachers or teachers stood here, they would be overwhelmed by the atmosphere created by Qiu Xueling, but he had no such psychological burden at all and was quite justified.
Qiu Xueling said oh, as if he was slightly confused, then showed a trace of apology, and said mockingly: "I am old and I have not thought it through well. I am old and old, Assistant Zhang, since you understand the language of the Jianclaw tribe, then
"Answer me a simple question," he asked casually, "How do people in this tribe communicate with each other?"
When Zhang Yu heard this, he raised his head slightly and glanced at Qiu Xueling, but the other person's expression looked very natural. He thought for a moment, and then told the assistant in the distance that he needed paper and pen.
After the assistant sent it, he wrote a few lines with a pen, then had it sent up, and said to the stage: "My answers are all here."
Qiu Xueling took the paper from the assistant's hand and looked at it. When he saw the line of text on it, his pupils shrank slightly, he thought for a moment, then quickly stuffed the note into his sleeve, and then
He praised: "As expected, Assistant Professor Zhang is very knowledgeable." He looked at the academic order named Xu and said, "I think that's the end of today's application."
The scholar surnamed Xu was a little strange and said, "Is that all right?"
Qiu Xueling said with certainty: "No need to ask anymore, Assistant Professor Zhang is qualified for this position."
"In this way..." Xu Ling pondered for a moment. He was just sent by the academy to bear witness. Regardless of the specific process, since Qiu Xueling said so, he will naturally be responsible for anything that happens and it has nothing to do with him.
So he walked forward and said to the bottom of the hall: "The questioning is over, Assistant Professor Zhang, you have passed and you can go back."
Everyone in the ring hall was confused for a while. They couldn't figure out what happened just now. It seemed that it hadn't even started yet? Why was it already over?
Many people couldn't help but feel disappointed, feeling that this application was really anticlimactic.
Zhang Yu didn't seem surprised at all. He clasped his hands together, swung his robe sleeves, and walked out.
Qiu Xueling raised his eyes slightly at this time and took a deep look at him.
Zhang Yufang had just arrived outside the lobby door, and Liu Guang had already chased him out. He was also very confused about what happened just now, and said: "Assistant Zhang, what did you mean just now?"
Zhang Yudao: "Let's talk somewhere else."
The two left the Zhen Auditorium and walked to a secluded courtyard on the east side of the academy. There was a large lawn with several ancient broken stone piers scattered around.
However, it is obvious that someone has taken care of this place, and some places have been slightly repaired, giving the scene that should have been desolate a sense of dilapidation.
Liu Guang couldn't help but ask: "Teacher Zhang, what did you write on that piece of paper? Why did Qiu Xueling let you pass as soon as he saw it?"
Zhang Yudao: "It's actually very simple. I just wrote a paragraph about the Hard Claw tribe."
"That's it?" Liu Guang felt a little unbelievable and said, "He just let you go through like this? Why?"
Zhang Yu said calmly: "Because he can't understand. No matter what he asks, I will say that I have already written it on the paper. He also understands this, so he won't ask any more questions."
"Is that so?"
Liu Guang felt that the matter here might not be that simple, but since Zhang Yan said so and Shen Wen had passed, he didn't have to pursue it anymore. He rubbed his brows and said: "No matter what, I finally got rid of him."
This is a big problem."
Zhang Yu shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I still can't get rid of him."
Liu Guang was startled and said, "What do you mean?"
Zhang Yu looked into the distance, then looked back and said, "Master Liu, when we were in the hall just now, who do you think knows better about the indigenous tribal languages between me and him?"
Liu Guang hesitated and said, "I think he seems to know more."
Zhang Yu nodded and said: "That's it, even you think so, then those who came to watch Shen Wen should also think so. If Qiu Xueling proposed to the academy that he wanted to participate in this conflict with the Jianclaw tribe,
During the exchange, what do you think the upper echelons of the academy will think?"
Liu Guang suddenly remembered that a confidant from the upper echelon of the academy was also in the hall today.
Zhang Yu said with certainty: "So Qiu Xueling's purpose today is not to appeal, but to build momentum for himself through this inquiry, so that the upper echelons of the academy will feel that he is the authority in this regard. I dare to assert that,
He will definitely get involved in this matter when he comes down."
Liu Guangyu said sarcastically: "At such an old age, I don't want to take care of myself, but I come here to fight for power and profit. Why bother? Mr. Zhang, can you handle it?"
Zhang Yudao: "Although trouble is inevitable, at least there won't be any problems when I teach the language of the Jianclaw tribe. As for the future, we have to wait and see."
Liu Guang thought for a moment, and in any case, the matter before him was dealt with. He handed over his hands and said: "Assistant Zhang, I still have some things to do, so I will leave first. If you encounter any trouble when you come down, you can come back to see me."
"
Zhang Yu also cupped his hands and said politely: "Thank you so much, Master Liu, for teaching me today."
After Liu Guang left, he walked slowly in the courtyard. In fact, he had a suspicion, but he didn't tell Liu Guang just now.
He had previously heard that Qiu Xueling was compiling a comparative dictionary of the languages of the indigenous tribes. This was very remarkable, indicating that he had summarized a set of language rules that could be used within various tribes.
And he knew that some people have very unique talents in language. They only need to know the comparison of some key information between the two languages to have a rough grasp of the way the two parties communicate.
If Qiu Xueling is such a person, then his real purpose today is probably to steal his teacher from here. But I can teach, but you can't steal! So he answered with words as soon as he came up and blocked it directly.
Qiu Xueling should have noticed his caution and knew that he couldn't get anything from him, so he simply left the scene.
At this time, inside the Zhen Auditorium.
Qiu Xueling walked into a side hall. A handsome young man stood there and said respectfully: "Teacher, is there anything you can gain?"
Qiu Xueling squinted his eyes and said: "This young man is not simple. He may have seen my intention. The writing of this Jianclaw tribe is not any type I have seen before. I am afraid it is not the same as the Anshan tribe I have come into contact with before.
Origin."
But the young man was not anxious at all and asked with a smile: "How about we come down?"
Qiu Xueling said leisurely: "It doesn't matter. At least I tried out what I wanted to know today, and I have already built up momentum. When your father pushes me further from behind, the academy will agree that I will supervise his lectures. After that, you will join me."
Just go."
The young man smiled slightly and said, "Teacher, I understand."
