Yes, if the big deal is lost, she just needs to find money for him to read. Wasn't that what it was originally intended to be? !
Thinking of this, Zhao'er suddenly thought about it and said, "Then you prepare well, you can win if you can, don't be afraid if you can't win, it's a big deal, sister, find money for you to read."
Zhao'er has never been a person who likes to ask for trouble. She turned her head and saw that the cow feces in the house had not been cleaned up, so she went to find a brush to clean the kang, and then went out to get a broom and a dustpan to sweep the floor.
There was a clack of chickens outside, but it was Sun's slaughtering the chicken and letting the chicken run away.
Xue Tingxiang looked out the window, and saw that the chicken was still bleeding from the neck, but it was running around all over the yard.
Seeing that Zhao Shi was really indifferent, he came out of the room and said a few words. The Sun family was even more anxious, and knew that she had lost someone in front of the patriarch, but the chicken had wings, and she didn't. After waiting for the chicken to lose its strength, Mrs. Sun grabbed it and scolded: "Run, run, it's destined to be the dish in the pot, where are you running?"
Xue Tingxiang didn't look anymore, and looked away.
He knew why his uncle was so generous, and proposed to let him compete with Xue Juncai, because if there were no accidents, Xue Juncai would definitely win this one.
In that dream, he had suffered such a loss, but he was not compared with Xue Juncai, but Zhao'er had worked so hard to get the money and sent him to the Qinghe Academy. At that time, he was stupid, and he always blamed his failure on the harsh blame of fate. He felt that it was not that he was not good, but that everyone did not give him a chance.
When he first entered the Qinghe Academy, he was full of ambition. He thought that he would definitely surpass Xue Juncai and prove that he was the most outstanding person in the Xue family, but the reality hit him hard in the face. It was also at that time that he, who had never seen the world, understood the uncle's sinister intentions. He did teach him to read, and he did 'read' a lot of books, but he just read and did not understand the meaning of the scriptures.
It was only later that I learned that after schoolchildren learned to read, they took reading the scriptures as their foundation.
First learn "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Surnames", "Thousand Characters", then "Thousand Family Poems", "Young Learning Qionglin", "Longwen Whip Shadow", etc. After reading these, you can enter university and begin Study the Four Books and the Five Classics.
At this stage, the master does not teach the meaning of the scriptures, that is to say, he just memorizes them by rote, and the meaning of the words is clear but the meaning of the scriptures is not clear. Because nowadays people are used to thinking that children are learning, it doesn't matter whether they understand or not, as long as they remember, they will understand the meaning after reading a lot and reading for a long time.
This is the so-called reading a thousand times, and its meaning is self-evident.
When you can memorize all these books like a flow, when you can learn to interpret the scriptures and write essays, you will get twice the result with half the effort.
This time-saving and effective teaching mode is popular throughout Daxi, from famous schools to low-level social studies and village studies, and many of them are like this. Especially in private schools in the countryside, this is the most popular way, because there is only one teacher in the school, but it is not realistic to teach several or even dozens of people.
But in fact, there are some noble families with profound background, but they would never teach their children like this. Because this teaching model blindly emphasizes rote memorization, but ignores the truths that can be learned through natural principles.
This is the pros and cons that 'he' stood in the first and second position and analyzed the overall situation.
But he had just entered the library at that time, because the uncle delayed explaining the meaning of the scriptures for him, and he did not understand the explanation of the scriptures. Therefore, when he first entered the school, his husband asked him if he had read it, and he replied that he had read it, but his interpretation of the scriptures did not make sense.
But now, it seems that the uncle is also aware of his own shortcomings, so he deliberately proposed to compare this game, but in fact, he has already made up his mind, and he is sure to lose.
Unfortunately, there was an accident.
Because there were guests at home, everyone was busy except for Father Xue and Xue Qingshan.
After eating in the main hall, the kitchen began to cook other people's lunch.
During this period, Xue Tao'er was also instructed to drink wine. There was wine and meat on the banquet in the main room, and the men pushed glasses and exchanged cups, and they couldn't see any scheming at all. Especially the patriarch Xue and Zheng Lizheng, the two of them drank very intimately, and they both drank a little too much in the end.
"Okay, don't send it, just raise your feet and you'll be there." Patriarch Xue waved his hand.
After everyone was sent out of the courtyard, the table began to be cleared. Mr. Zhao originally wanted to take away the leftover meat and vegetables, but Mr. Xue stopped him, saying that he was adding vegetables to everyone. Country people are not rich, and it is common for guests to leave and eat leftovers.
The adults are all fine, the emboli and hairy eggs are delicious.
Zhao'er originally wanted to bring the meal back to the house to eat, but was stopped by Xue Tingxiang. The two of them just bowed their heads to eat as before without saying a word.
Xue Juncai looked at Xue Tingxiang disdainfully.
He had just accompanied Xue Qingshan at the banquet, and naturally he ate a lot of good dishes on the table. At this time, seeing that Xue Tingxiang could only eat some leftovers, he was naturally full of ridicule.
He remembered everything his father had said to him before, and it was impossible for Xue Gouzi to win against him.
Thinking in his heart, he retracted his gaze and said to the old man Xue on the kang head: "Grandpa, I went back to the house to read."
Mr. Xue nodded. He drank a little too much before, but now he is smoking and hangover on the kang.
"Dog, eat more, eldest brother is still waiting for you to beat me in five days." Xue Juncai suddenly said this when passing by Xue Tingxiang.
Zhao'er stood up immediately and glared at him: "Can you speak? It's been a dog's belly after reading for so many years."
Xue Juncai didn't expect that Zhao'er would not give him such a face, Sven's face flushed red, but for some reason he glanced at Zhao'er and forbeared.
Old Master Xue shouted, "Jun Cai go back to the house!"
Zhou Shi also hurriedly stood up and persuaded the child, and this was the end of the matter.
After the meal, the two returned to the second-bedroom house, and Zhao'er was still angrily: "Don't be angry, Gouer, when my sister makes money, I will take you to separate the household and not be with them anymore."
Xue Tingxiang was a little moved, but at the same time a little helpless: "You call me a dog again."
Zhao'er let out a sigh of relief before saying with a smile, "I forgot, it won't be like this in the future."
Naturally, he couldn't be angry with her, so Zhao'er went out to wash with the two clothes he had changed yesterday, while Xue Tingxiang turned over the book "Preschool Qionglin" again.
Looking at the book in his hand, which was transcribed on the worst bamboo paper and whose footers had been ground, Xue Tingxiang felt a little worried. He actually didn't want to read books, but he couldn't help but think that he should read more books now, so that he could win Xue Juncai with more certainty.
As everyone knows, this book is different from the book, and it is useless to just read this one, but he will not tell her about it.
He dug out the bamboo paper that Zhao'er had bought for him from the kang cabinet. The lowest-quality bamboo paper cost 40 cents a knife. Such 'expensive' paper was barely enough to practice calligraphy. Even so, he is very precious at ordinary times, and he is reluctant to use it. If he can write on the sand, he can write on the sand, and if he can't use the sand, he can write on the desk with water.
Xue Tingxiang touched the stack of yellowed bamboo papers and sighed in his heart.
The paper that 'Xue Tingxiang' usually uses is the highest quality clearing paper, so he is a little disgusted with the treasures that are usually treasured at this time.
He spread out the paper on the kang table, stacking several sheets, and then cut them into book-sized pieces with a bamboo knife. In order to leave a side seam, he also left some extra space and cut out a thick stack. Only then did he find the inkstone with a corner missing, and the ink ingot that had already been used up to a small section.
These are the treasures that he is reluctant to use at ordinary times, but Xue Tingxiang has no such feeling at all today. He added water to the inkstone and then took up the ink stick to grind the ink. While grinding, he didn't know what to think.
After grinding the ink, he wetted and washed the bald pen in a water bowl. After dipping enough ink, he picked up the pen and wrote something on the paper.
After writing a few words, he suddenly put down the pen, lifted the paper to look at it, and suddenly crumpled.
Mingming's handwriting is fairly neat. Although he usually saves paper and ink, he has been practicing hard for many years, so his handwriting is not bad, but for some reason he doesn't like it.
He slowly closed his eyes, calmed down for a while, and opened them again after a while. There was no one in the house at this time, if anyone could see a ray of light flashing in Xue Tingxiang's eyes. At the same time, he grasped the pen quickly and steadily, and with the help of God, he wrote column after column of small characters on the paper in a short while.
These small characters suddenly became the face style, suddenly became the pavilion style, and then suddenly became the thin gold style. At first, they were all tangible and boneless, but they changed their taste when they were written.
The face is square and dense, the pen is strong, straight, open and full of vigor. The pavilion is strong and graceful, as if it was carved out of a plate. And the thin gold body, the gold hook and iron painting, is full of arrogance, and the strokes are as sharp as broken gold and jade.
These three characters represent the life of 'Xue Tingxiang', from the face style he learned at the beginning, to the pavilion style he studied hard for the imperial examination, and the thin gold style of the first grade of the official residence.
He just wrote it, completely forgetting me. During the period, Zhao'er came in, but he didn't dare to disturb him, so he quietly sat down on the edge of the kang.
I don't know how long it took to write, he suddenly let out a long sigh and put down his pen.
He wrote two pages in full.
At this point, Xue Tingxiang had to admit that the magic of God was just a dream, and he actually possessed some of the things he had in the dream.
Since this dream appeared, Xue Tingxiang was thinking about why he had such a dream. Now he understands, maybe he just wants him to make up for all the imperfections in his dreams.
With everything that 'he' had in his dream, he suddenly became ambitious, and a surge of arrogance lingered in his heart.
"Tired of writing, drink some water."
Zhao'er brought the water, Xue Tingxiang took it and drank it, which was extraordinarily sweet.
Only then did he look down at the things he had written, and he actually spent two large sheets of bamboo paper. Probably because Zhao'er was by his side, he suddenly remembered that she used to save money to buy paper for him, and he felt a little distressed and a little guilty. He glanced at her and whispered: "I wrote so much."
How could Zhao'er not understand what he was thinking? With a pouting smile, he said, "It's not much, it's only two pieces. Paper is just for use. I told you not to save paper a long time ago, it's used up. Let's just buy it."
"I want to transcribe the book, so I try to write first, so as not to waste paper."
"What book do you want to copy? Can you copy books too? Isn't it bought?" Zhao'er was puzzled.
Xue Tingxiang sighed in his heart. He really felt that he was really stupid before. He would rather borrow his uncle's book every time, or memorize it by rote, and never thought of copying it.
Nowadays, the books sold in bookstores have very few engraved plates and are expensive, so a kind of book copying industry has been born. In this way, not only can some poor scholars get some money in exchange, but also those who want to buy books but suffer from the shyness of their pockets can get cheap.
Of course, this transcription is not something that can be done casually, it needs to be very well written.
Xue Tingxiang boasted that his handwriting was not bad. At that time, many people asked for his calligraphy. Now that he needs books, why can't he copy them himself.
the most important is-
He glanced at Zhao'er.