Chapter 92 Bi Maokang's experience (7) [Long live the motherland! 】
Bi Maokang thought that the riverside was the busiest place, but when he arrived at the school, he realized that he was completely wrong.
The school in front of him was completely different from the private schools and tutors he had seen before.
It occupies a large area, and the land has obviously been carefully leveled.
There is a fence surrounding the school. It is not very good and you can see inside from the outside.
The reason why no wall was built was because it was not necessary.
The school is on the edge of Zhuangzi, and there is a military camp next to it.
If this can't protect the safety of the children, then adults can forget about it.
However, the school gate is very majestic.
Dozens of kilograms of large stones were carefully carved and built into a pile, with strange-looking stone carvings placed on top.
What is engraved is a vague-looking young man, holding a book in his hand, but carrying a musket behind him. The red sun is scorching behind him, and the clouds are steaming under his feet, symbolizing the long journey ahead and the boundless future.
Bi Maokang was attracted by the couplets on both sides of the gate.
[The sound of wind and rain and the sound of reading are all in my ears; I care about everything about my family, state, and world affairs.]
This couplet is known to everyone in the world and is still engraved in Donglin Academy for the world to admire.
Zuo Mengeng took this couplet over to encourage the children. The expectations in it are self-evident.
No matter what the Donglin Party becomes today, at least the encouragement contained in this couplet is worth remembering by everyone.
If the couplets are quoted from classics, then the horizontal comment above is very strange.
But after Bi Maokang saw it, he was speechless for a long time, only feeling countless emotions churning in his heart.
【Read for the prosperity of China!】
It’s not that a book has its own golden house, it’s not that a book has its own beauty like jade, it’s not that it’s that one learns literary and martial arts and sells them to the emperor’s family.
Study for China, in order to make every Chinese citizen happy and healthy.
"Sir, let's go in."
Li Xiangzhu reminded Bi Maokang to come to his senses and followed him into the school.
Walking into the main entrance, you see a bare open space.
Unlike many academies and private schools, there are no carefully arranged scenery, nor are there any winding paths and twists and turns.
Everything seemed so rough and devoid of beauty at all.
But it's not really bare.
There were many iron shelves standing in the open space, high and low, with strange shapes that Bi Maokang could not recognize.
"What's the purpose of this place?"
Old Qintou looked at the scene in front of him happily and said: "Young master did it all, what is it called... Oh, by the way, it is called playground, it is for children to play."
Bi Maokang was puzzled.
"When a child enters school, his head hangs from the beam and his buttocks are stabbed. It is not enough to study diligently. How can he waste his time?"
Lao Qintou didn't understand this matter, so Li Xiangzhu had to come.
"This is Chizao's request. It starts with children. Books must be read and physical fitness must not be left behind. Look, that's a slogan written by Chizao himself."
Following his instructions, Bi Maokang noticed that in the corner of the open space, there was a very conspicuous sign with ten large characters that were not pretty but were sharp and sharp.
[Civilize your spirit, barbarize your body!]
What a strange statement, but for some unknown reason, Bi Maokang was swept away by the overwhelming energy that caused him to lose his old age, and suddenly he felt a force flowing through his chest.
When I got closer, I saw that there was a eloquent poem underneath these ten characters.
Don't you see, the Han Dynasty has ended its army, and the weak crown tied the prisoner to ask for a long tassel.
Don’t you see, Ban Ding is far away, Jueyu Qingqi urges Zhan Yun!
A man should be in a dangerous career, so how can he let a scholar's crown ruin his life?
What's more, the people are in danger as if they were tired of eggs, and the feathers are competing with each other without stopping!
Abandon my pen of old and keep my pen of war,
Over one hundred thousand comrades were called upon to join the army together, singing war songs.
Clean up the dust, improve people's livelihood, create justice, and vow to sweep away the world without caring about ourselves!
After reading this sentence, Bi Maokang couldn't help but take a step back, muttering something in his mouth, his heart full of blood boiling, he almost wanted to fly away.
"A man should be in a dangerous career, so how can he let a scholarly scholar ruin his life..."
He didn't know that he hadn't seen such a heroic and ambitious work in many years.
Compared with those poems that express sorrow in order to compose new words, this is the voice of our generation.
Bi Maokang was so excited that he couldn't help but grab Li Xiangzhu's sleeve.
"Who wrote this poem?"
Li Xiangzhu said very proudly: "This is what Qian Zao said and written by Director Huang."
The poem written by that boy?
How could that young man who ate ravenously, acted vigorously, and spoke in a simple and direct manner write such good poetry?
He is obviously the son of a military commander, but the handwriting is so ugly.
Why...
"Did he have any other poems?"
Li Xiangzhu thought for a while and then said: "Qianzuo doesn't like poetry writers very much, and we have asked for them before. But Qianzao said that poetry is just written with clear aspirations and feelings. If you insist on poetry, you will be a fly camp. It doesn't taste good. Ah... By the way, he did have a few more sentences, which were given to Factory Manager Wang Xiuqin and Wang."
"Oh? Come on, let me see it."
Bi Maokang agreed very much with Zuo Menggeng's attitude towards poetry.
But what is the use of those scholars in the south of the Yangtze River who travel to places where fireworks flourish and invite names with poems every time?
"Who said women are inferior to men? Women can hold up half the sky. When Director Wang heard these two words, he cried for a long time."
Bi Maokang had another taste.
These two short sentences, with simple wording, sound unkind at first glance. But after you taste it carefully, the air of self-improvement is intoxicating.
Everyone in the world treats women as subordinates, but that young man used these two sentences to warn women that you are also important.
Thinking back to the way the female factory director commanded Ruoding just now, and the scenes of countless women working happily, Bi Maokang couldn't help but admire the young man's methods.
After walking through the playground, we finally saw the school building.
However, the busy people made Lao Qintou very nervous.
"Oh, you bastard, be careful. If you drop such a precious thing, see if I can slap you."
Bi Maokang looked around and realized that what everyone was holding were pieces of tortoiseshell.
He has never seen such a tortoise shell. Each piece is more than a foot square, but it is also very thin. The most incredible thing is that these tortoise shells are all as transparent as water and do not hinder the view.
I saw a man take a tortoise shell, walked to the window, and just stood it up, and the tortoise shell was placed in a window frame. Then another man picked up a hammer and nails, and started to hammer on the surrounding window frames. stand up.
After a while, the person holding the tortoise shell let go of his hand, and the tortoise shell was actually safe and did not fall off.
Bi Maokang was surprised. He took a closer look and found that the four sides of the tortoise shell were stuck with several nails.
Unless the nail falls off, the tortoise shell will remain intact.
Standing in front of the window, looking out through the tortoise shell, all kinds of scenery, both near and far, are unobstructed. Looking back at the room, the sun is shining all over, it is transparent and bright, and there is no dark and gloomy place.
Studying here is a great pleasure in life.
Bi Maokang grabbed Lao Qin's head, pointed at the tortoise shell, and asked.
"This thing is very expensive. How much money would it cost to use it as a window?"
"ah?"
Old Qintou was stunned, and after a long while he said: "This thing... this thing is not expensive, it is cheaper than window paper."
Bi Maokang felt like he was struck by lightning.
"Brother, don't lie to me."
He is also a well-informed person, and he knows exactly how much tortoise shells cost. The tortoise shells used as windows are so transparent and large that even if they cost a thousand taels of silver, they are not bad.
And I got Lixiang to build a horse.
"I don't know, sir. This kind of thing is called glass. Now it can be made locally in Linqing. The method is made by Qianzuo. It is very cheap."
Bi Maokang no longer knew what to say.
That young man gave him too many surprises and accidents.
How many secrets does he have?
However, Bi Maokang had a certain understanding of why that young man was so confident.
A cloud passed across the sky, and the sun began to shine on the earth again.
The warm sunlight shines on his body through the glass, giving him a layer of charm.
This feeling was so wonderful that Bi Maokang felt ethereal and transcendent.
While the soul was calming down, dust was flying on the playground outside. A group of children lined up neatly, ran in from a distance, and circled the playground in circles, with cheerful footsteps.
Among the children, there are boys and girls, and they are full of energy, just like the resurrection of all things in early spring.
A young man ran with the children with a whistle in his mouth.
When he blew the whistle, the children ran and recited.
The voiceless sound of the young phoenix soared straight into the sky, announcing that the ancient and profound earth now had a completely different kind of power.
[The red sun rises, and its path shines brightly. The river emerges from the undercurrent, and the vast ocean flows... Therefore, the responsibility today does not belong to others, but all to my young man... How beautiful, my young Chinese, and the sky are not old; how strong, my young Chinese,
No borders with the country!]
Listening to the clear declarations of the young people and looking at the new and exciting scene, Bi Maokang trembled all over.
There was a voice deep inside that kept telling him...