In the end, when Li Jin finished reciting, Mr. Song just finished writing one character.
He laughed: "Ruzi can be taught!"
Li Jinbei's mouth was dry: "Mr. is overrated."
Mr. Song added, "If you can recite this level in one night, it shows that you have worked hard."
He got up and pulled out another book from the shelf and handed it to Li Jin.
"This is the "Sacred Mandate Guangxian" that I marked as a scholar when I took the exam. It contains my teacher and my experience. You read it first, if you don't understand anything after reading it, I will tell you after class."
Li Jin hurriedly took the thanks with both hands. It turned out that Mr. Song wanted to recite it by himself yesterday, which was a test for himself.
Although he didn't see that this was a test, as a serious medical student, he still memorized it all.
Unexpectedly, the gentleman actually gave him such a generous gift directly.
Li Jin carefully transcribed the above notes on his own paper, and all the things he didn't understand before suddenly became clear.
However, the notes on this book are clearly divided into two fonts.
The first type of ink color is a little light, and it seems to be left by Mr. Song's master. The second type is the popular style of color, which is very similar to the style of the character that Mr. Song just wrote.
This is probably the self-understanding that Mr. Song gained when he studied Master's books.
When Li Jin thought about it this way, he didn't stick to these kinds of annotations written by Mr. Song. He even wrote his own thoughts.
It's a pity that he can only have his own relief for 'Nong Sang'. In other respects, he has to recite what Mr. Song wrote.
Because he is not a native of ancient times, although he has been running in a lot these days, some customs and habits are still not comprehensive.
This "Sacred Mandate Guangxian" has become a primer for him to understand the spirit of Chongyang in this era.
Li Jin wrote for an hour, put down his pen, stood up straight and moved his muscles and bones.
He's still young, and it's okay to keep bending over like this, but he'll definitely be a little hunched over when he's old.
Li Jin didn't want to be hunched over when he got old, so he wrote and stretched his muscles.
Taking such a short break in the middle, going through what I just wrote in my mind, is not a catch.
By the time Mr. Song finished class, Li Jin had already written down all the notes above.
Although he can remember six out of ten after reading it once, he can remember seven, seven, eight, eight after reading it several times.
But good memory is not as good as bad writing. If you don't review it often, you will always forget it.
He can rely on these notes to participate in the childbirth test next February.
Mr. Song pushed open the door and entered, with a person behind him.
Li Jin straightened his waist and looked at it, so familiar.
Isn't this the one who delivered the purse in the morning, from the Chen residence
Mr. Song Shouli held the hand board, his eyes were round, and he said, "Stretch out your hand."
Chen Xiran stretched out his chubby hand, and Mr. Song stepped down: "This is punishing you by taking chances and finding someone to copy the book on your behalf."
Chen Xiran gasped in pain.
After stepping down again, the palm of his hand was already red, "This is a punishment for you to deceive the teacher in class and talk nonsense."
Chen Xiran was beaten twice, and quickly begged for mercy: "Sir, I was wrong, I will never dare again."
Mr. Song took back the ruler, "Next time you commit the crime again, I'll call your father, and your father may go straight to the military stick."
Chen Xiran: "..."