Feng Jin has always believed that he is a noble son of an aristocratic family, with a good family education, and would not make rude actions under normal circumstances.
Until, he met Jiang Pengji.
With his cheeks flushed from coughing, he sorted out his demeanor a little embarrassedly, and cleaned up the messy "crime scene" in front of him, his expression a little embarrassed.
"Lanting, Mr. Yuanjing is a master admired by the world, how can you do this..."
Speaking of this, Feng Jin really couldn't say it, he found that his brain couldn't find the right words.
Jiang Pengji pouted and said, "Isn't it just a joke, it's just a different way of narrating it, and it's not deliberately slandering him, what are you doing so old-fashioned? Maybe if I throw my remarks in front of Mr. Yuanjing, even he himself will know it. Agree."
Feng Jin sighed maturely, and if he wanted to say something crooked, he really couldn't tell the person in front of him.
"Mr. Yuanjing has a big heart, so naturally he won't care about a junior like you." Feng Jin said.
Because of the severe injury to his hand, his right hand will be unable to write for a period of time. Unfortunately, he missed the opportunity of this evaluation. Therefore, he has been very leisurely recently. When he has time, Jiang Pengji will pull him over to play chess or chat to pass the time, so as not to He was cranky.
Whether it is a poor student or a nobleman, the big guy has studied hard for many years, isn't it just for the sake of rising to the sky
Feng Jin didn't show it on his face, but he definitely wasn't so free and easy in his heart.
Feng Jin was well aware of Jiang Pengji's kindness.
"What are you doing?"
After a fight, Jiang Pengji ordered Ta Xue to prepare a table and place it in the courtyard, on which a large stack of cut bamboo paper lay quietly.
"Moshu, you are idle anyway. When you play chess with you, your mind is not at all about chess, it's boring."
Jiang Pengji knelt down on a bamboo slump, and Ta Xue slightly lifted her sleeves to help her finely grind the ink.
When Feng Jin heard Jiang Pengji pierce his absent-minded state, there was a hint of embarrassment on his face, and he immediately calmed down and changed the subject.
"Memorize? The task that Uncle Liu left you?"
As the chief assessor, Liu She went to the examination room early to prepare. In order to avoid suspicion, he would not come back until the assessment was over.
According to Feng Jin's thoughts, Liu She valued Jiang Pengji so much, and she would definitely seize her studies, and it was normal to leave some homework.
Jiang Pengji said, "No, I'm writing down Mr. Cheng's collection of books."
Mr. Cheng, referring to Cheng Cheng.
She "made a deal" with Cheng Cheng before. She provided high-quality bamboo paper, and Cheng Cheng copied a copy of his book collection to her, but who made Cheng Cheng collect so many books, more than tens of thousands of volumes, etc. When he finished copying, at least he would have to wait a year or two.
It's not that Jiang Pengji can't wait that long, but she is free now and can do things better.
The more she integrates into this era, the more Jiang Pengji sees and the deeper she understands.
It is true that there are too many things that make her unhappy in ancient times, such as backward technology, illiteracy, barbaric customs, sexism... But it is undeniable that this era also has bright spots, such as the wisdom accumulated by the predecessors.
She looked through many books on the art of war, and found that many concepts in it were very consistent with what she had learned. Some of them seemed superficial, but the essence was very similar. You must know that the era she used to be and this ancient era were at least 10,000 or 20,000 years away!
Jiang Pengji slowly restrained the contempt in her heart, changed her attitude, and studied and studied seriously.
If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have to spend a lot of time on Cheng Cheng's book collection before.
"In the beginning of human beings, their natures are good; their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart; if they are not taught, their natures change..." Feng Jin sat beside and saw her writing these sentences with a pen, and when she thought about it carefully, there seemed to be no familiar memory, but the words It was short and shrewd, and when he read it, it implied a profound truth. He couldn't help but his eyes lit up and asked, "Who wrote this? The text is popular and easy to remember, but it's interesting."
Feng Jin asked, and a bunch of barrages floated across the virtual screen.
[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Young man Feng Jin, this is the content of "Three Character Classic", the ancient Chinese enlightenment textbook.
[Musician Zhuge Qinmo]: "Three Character Classic", the author is Wang Yinglin of Song Dynasty, you don't even know who Wang Yinglin is.
[Furry leather bag]: After checking Du Niang, the author of "Three Character Classic" is Wang Yinglin.
[Nongfu Spring is a bit hanging]: Wang Yinglin of the Song Dynasty, but the plane of the young Feng Jin does not have the Song Dynasty at all, right
In fact, according to the analysis of some great gods, the current era of the anchor is somewhat similar to that of the North and South of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
In addition to the answer, there were also bullet screens such as "... If you don't teach, the father's fault; if the education is not strict, the teacher is lazy..." and so on.
The content is messy and varied. If Jiang Pengji's memory is not very strong, I am afraid that he will be dizzy.
Facing Feng Jin's question, Jiang Pengji lowered her eyes and glanced at the barrage while he was not paying attention, wrote down and continued to write.
"I don't know. The characters in the book are no longer elegant. I just thought it was interesting and copied it down."
There was something wrong with the style of the live broadcast today, it was as lively as a festival.
When Jiang Pengji said that he wanted to transcribe some books suitable for enlightenment, and asked them if they had any good suggestions, the audience in the whole live broadcast room was boiling. They didn't know the ancient classics, but Du Niang must know, just search and you can pretend to be a great scholar in front of the anchor. !
Therefore, Jiang Pengji wrote three large characters of "Three Character Classic" on the first page of the book, and the author wrote "Anonymous".
The reason why she didn't write the original author was just because she didn't want anyone to find out who the legendary Wang Yinglin was.
So, how does she know who Wang Yinglin is
Feng Jin was not surprised by Jiang Pengji's answer. Cheng Cheng had too many big boxes. He also glanced at them from a distance. The books inside were neatly arranged, which showed the owner's intentions. However, many ancient books were incomplete and more Forget who the author is.
"...Xi Mengmu, choose a neighbor... Is this about Mengmu's three relocations?"
Feng Jin watched without blinking, and many of the short and powerful words in it came from allusions that were familiar to others.
The story of Mother Meng's three relocations is known to every scholar, but it is unheard of to sum it up in a few words like this.
Vaguely, Feng Jin felt a strange flash in his heart, but it disappeared too quickly and didn't grasp that feeling.
Jiang Pengji frowned and complained, "You have disturbed me."
Feng Jin's brows drooped, silently, and then sat beside him obediently.
Great, it's a lot quieter this way.
Jiang Pengji continued to transcribe, and the audience in the live broadcast room also kindly helped her find various annotated versions, but they were not pasted and copied from a web page at all, resulting in very mixed and chaotic content. Several bamboo papers.
There are audiences who enthusiastically help Jiang Pengji, and naturally there are audiences who complain about the drama.
[Nongfu Spring is a bit hanging]: I thought the anchor could avoid the vulgarity and not plagiarize, but I don't want you to follow the routine.