Just when Mr. Qin thought that he had some talent, and felt sorry for his poor and short-sighted behavior as a member of the family of merchants, Ning Yi had entered the Yushan Academy in the early morning sun, for the sake of the whole family. In the morning, I accompanied a group of children to learn "The Analects of Confucius" and began to prepare.
Yushan Academy was not opened in a place called Yushan. It was a private school run by the Su family. Of course, it also accepted outsiders who had a little relationship with it, but the school was not big, mainly because not many people came to study. Yushan Mountain is the name of a mountain in Su's hometown.
Yushan Academy is opened on a street not far from Su's mansion. It is not a street with dense shops, so the environment is quite quiet, surrounded by gray tiles and white walls, and a small bamboo forest. "The sign hangs up, and there is still a bit of a scholarly atmosphere.
There are currently forty-nine students and seven teachers in the academy, including the academy’s mountain chief, Su Chonghua. In terms of proportions, the teaching staff can be described as strong. Su Chonghua himself is from the Su family. Jianshu, there are even rumors that he has committed crimes, and there are also two old men who have been employed as officials with high salary. In addition to teachers and students, there are also servants such as cooks and handymen.
The Su family has put a lot of effort into this academy, but unfortunately either these teachers are not very reliable, or these students happen to be dull in aptitude. After that, most of them worked in the shops of the Su family, so the nature of this academy looked more like a technical college. If there are people in the family who let their children take the imperial examination to become an official, then most of them will let their children transfer to a better college before the age of twelve.
Ning Yi has been teaching here for three days. Su Chonghua is good to him, and he will not make things difficult for him because he is a child. He has worked hard in the society for a long time and has become a fine person. There is no need to do such boring things. Considering that Ning Yi has no talent at all—everyone says so—so he was asked to teach more than ten children who had just been enlightened. There were sixteen children in this group, ranging in age from six to twelve years old. There were two little girls with braids, both of whom were relatives of the Su family, let them know some words. The previous teacher finished teaching the classics of filial piety and began to teach the Analects. Ning Yi taught them one morning every day and a little more relaxed in the afternoon, such as rituals, music, archery, imperialism, and arithmetic, mainly arithmetic, and the rest depended on the teacher's mood and ability .
In a better and more formal school, these things will be more standardized and detailed, but Yushan Academy obviously does not have this condition. As far as Ning Yi is concerned, it is actually quite simple to teach the Analects of Confucius. Although he cannot memorize the Analects or say the approximate location of a certain sentence, if he only needs to be able to read and give a simple explanation, it is really easy. For one thing, any modern person with a high school education might take the time to give a plausible explanation of the Analects of Confucius, of course, in the vernacular.
Although in ancient times, the real Confucianism was still quite profound in the study of the Four Books and Five Classics, and if you want to be profound, it is especially profound. Perhaps the ancient texts written by a famous courtesan can make modern professors ashamed. However, most scholars do not have the opportunity to receive too advanced education. They may not even be able to find a copy of Mencius after reading the Analects, but the minimum standard for teachers is very simple. To put it bluntly, it is enough to teach people to read and write. That's it. He taught a group of children to read with their heads shaking their heads. Whenever he wanted to, he would give a basic explanation of the meaning of the text. After a while, he asked the students to recite or dictate a paragraph strictly. This is the test, the test. Can't come out, beater board.
It's very simple! Ning Yi didn't plan to revise too much. An hour before, he had a group of students recite the Analects of Confucius shaking their heads—in fact, it was painful for Ning Yi to keep reading for two hours, but these children were used to it anyway. In the next two hours, Ning Yi used the first half of the article to explain the content of the article, and then he talked about the content of the article, telling stories and facts, which could be regarded as a relaxation for these children.
These kids are very good at teaching. Although it was only a mere three days, Ning Yi could already clearly feel the sense of being a teacher in the classroom. The current group of children have no personality at all. Children who don't show their personality are the cutest. Cherish the opportunity to study, don’t be naughty, don’t be a middle-schooler, and it’s a matter of course for you to slap a child’s buttocks for a small incident. It’s a teacher’s paradise. Ning Yi teaches very comfortably, but it’s only three days. The children were very satisfied when they told stories, but to tell these things, Ning Yi didn't even need to prepare a lesson plan or anything, just go with it.
This day, I began to explain the section about "richness and honor are what people want..." in the Analects, from the method of obtaining wealth to the way of doing business, mixed with some sayings such as "a gentleman loves money and uses the way" with explanation. Ning Yi did this in his last life. Regardless of ancient prose, if he just wanted to express his emotions, he would be enough to take him to a modern university to give lectures to doctoral students. But in front of him was a group of children under the age of twelve. He didn't say any more when he casually mentioned a few words. He just gave a few small examples to make fun. Then he talked about the six boats of the Puyuan Poetry Club, and then he said The Battle of Chibi began to tell the story of Chibi to a group of children.
The story about the Three Kingdoms these days is mainly Chen Shou's "Three Kingdoms", which Ning Yi has never read. It is about the routine of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. In modern times, it has been polished by various literary and artistic works. It is full of interest and yy. Wan Dajun went south to Zhou Yu to fight Huang Gai, chained boats, and borrowed arrows from straw boats. A group of children who had not heard many stories on weekdays were flushed with excitement, and they spoke from time to time: "Sir, sir, what's next? ..." Halfway through speaking, the group of children became quiet, because Su Chonghua, the mountain chief, was walking to the side of the classroom, standing there with his hands on his back and expressionless, but even this did not change the excited expressions on the faces of the group of children.
Since Ning Yi had already spoken, he naturally wouldn't be distracted by this trivial matter, and continued to speak all the way. It was not until close to noon that he finished talking about the burning of the serial boat. Su Chonghua had been standing outside and listening, and it was difficult to explain him clearly. What kind of expression is that. After Ning Yi finished telling the story, he wrote a favorite piece of "Red Cliff" by Du Mu on the rice paper:
The broken halberd and the sand-sinking iron have not been sold, and will be washed and washed to recognize the former dynasty.
Dongfeng does not agree with Zhou Lang, Tongquechun locks Erqiao deeply.
There is no blackboard in teaching, so it is very inconvenient to write. Ning Yi now has a bit of love for the teaching profession. While writing, he thinks that he should "invent" a whiteboard or something. Writing with charcoal is more useful than a sand table. , after he finished writing, a group of students were busy copying it on paper. Walking out the door, Su Chonghua greeted him with a smile on his expressionless face.
"My nephew, Gao Cai, has in-depth research on the history of the Three Kingdoms, Wei and Jin Dynasties. I think the story just now was taken from Chen Shou's Three Kingdoms?"
If Mr. Qin was here, he wouldn't be able to scold Ning Yi for a few words, saying that he was talking nonsense, misleading his children and so on. In fact, how can the real Three Kingdoms be so exciting? For example, in the section on borrowing arrows from a straw boat, it was actually Sun Quan who drove the boat and went out and was shot by arrows. Too many arrows were shot on one side of the hull, and it almost overturned, so Sun Quan ordered the boat to turn around. , and use the other side to bear the arrow, so that the hull can balance and go away. Ning Yi has only watched the TV series of Romance of the Three Kingdoms or something, and Su Chonghua has not watched the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. He just listened to Ning Yi's story as a storyteller, and it was enjoyable. At this time, he came to praise him for his extensive knowledge and fascinating story.
However, after complimenting a few words, he also pointedly pointed out that he should not be so polite to these students. If Ning Yi was already an old pedant in his 50s or 60s at this time, the other party probably wouldn't say this, but he looks like he's only in his early twenties and has few hairs on his mouth, so he needs to be stricter with these children. Demonstrating the majesty of his teacher, he was obviously dissatisfied with Ning Yi's lecture on the Analects of Confucius, but he talked about the Three Kingdoms, especially in such a vivid way that he was like a storyteller in a teahouse. Ning Yi nodded to be taught, humble and respectful, and turned his head as if he had never heard of it.
Then Su Chonghua invited him to have lunch at the academy. Generally speaking, ordinary small households eat two meals a day, and some can't afford to eat two meals a day. However, the Su family has a strong family background, so they still add an extra lunch, but it is not formal, and sometimes they use cakes replace. Ning Yi declined the invitation of the other party, changed clothes all the way home, and then gave it to Xiaochan, ready to wash it and send it back to Qin Lao, but she didn't tell her what happened in the river, lest she make a fuss and find a bunch of medicine for herself eat. Ning Yi was in the academy for the past few days, and Xiaochan was not following him all the time, and was free in the morning to deal with other things.
In the afternoon, he went to Qinhuai River to play chess again. In fact, Mr. Qin is also a weird person. Ning Yi used to think that most of him had been an official. When he went to the other party's house this morning, he was even more certain of this perception. Many of the style furnishings in that house could not be found by ordinary people. Talking and vision, such a person would go to the riverside to set up a chess booth every day, which is really strange.
When I came here today, another old man had already played chess with Old Qin here. The old man’s surname was Kang. Clear the way, this guy looks stern and has a mean mouth, but his chess skills are very high. Every time I see Ning Yi criticizing his chess game as "simply nasty", "without a gentleman's style", "how can he be so stubborn", "the juniors are hateful", he turns his head and absorbs this chess path. , After a little modification, he fought against Lao Qin. In fact, Lao Qin had a higher rank than him. After absorbing a new idea, he changed it to nothing.
Ning Yi also met many people when he came here. There are many ordinary people, children with little education, or people who have received some education but still have rigid thoughts. To be pedantic or honest, their vision and way of thinking are indeed different from those of modern people. It is as flexible, but it is no worse than modern people when it comes to high-level. For example, Mr. Qin, who doesn't say anything orally, is naturally digesting what he finds new and thinking about its ideas and principles. This old man surnamed Kang is full of courtesy, honor, shame, benevolence, righteousness and morality, but he is still cruel when he really plays chess. He has black hands and is free to do anything. Of course, if it weren't for Ning Yi and Old Qin, he might not be able to see his cruelty. He is only worse than Old Qin, and he is still much higher than ordinary people.
Qin Lao and several chess friends have been studying Ning Yi's chess game from time to time. Ning Yi didn't have much humility towards the old man. Sometimes he ignored Kang's blowing beard and stared at him, and sometimes he said a few words to him: "You old man who says one thing and does another is not a good person." "This step If you dare to play chess, you will play! Go on and try it out!" On weekdays, there are probably no juniors who dare to talk back to this old Kang. The two had a small fight at the chess booth, and Mr. Qin laughed for a while. , if Kang Lao played against him, he would say, "Liheng is right." If his opponent was Ning Yi, he would help to denounce Ning Yi's unrighteous hand.
But even if they quarreled, it's nothing to be malicious to each other. At first, Kang Lao really treated Ning Yi as an ignorant junior, and then he understood that this guy is indeed a person who can be an opponent, and the other party is completely natural. position. No matter what, this old Kang always brought a pot of good tea after he came over. He asked the servants to bring tea sets, tea leaves, and water, and the maid brewed them on the table of the tea stall next to them. Ning Yi was not polite in the past. He took a cup himself, moved a stool and sat beside the chessboard. After a while, he took a sip of tea: "Oh, Kang Lao is going to lose."
The old man was calculating chess in his heart, and raised his eyebrows: "You hairless boy knows what to win or lose, and you dare to say such a thing after drinking this old man's tea... Hmph, this old man has a clever trick..."
He raised his hand to make a move, Ning Yi coughed lightly, the old man's hand stopped immediately, looked suspiciously a few times and then retracted it. Ning Yi took another sip of tea: "This cup of tea is worth so much... um, what kind of tea is this?"
"The ignorant boy is really a waste of money, have you heard of Zi Sun?"
Old Qin was also drinking tea there, and then smiled: "Gu Zhu Zisun, good tea, it's just a pity to cook it on the street at this time, I had known that he brought this tea here today, and this game of chess was the right thing to do. go home."
That old Kang didn't care. At this time, he finally thought about it, reached out his hand and dropped the chess piece: "Tea is for drinking, everyone is enjoying the chess game, and they are like-minded, so drink this tea together, this is the best way. It's important. Tea is just a dead thing, born to please you and me. You and I think it can be eaten. It has value, and it's a pity."
"Mr. Kang's words are quite bold, like a big man."
"What big man, old man..."
"This old man, you lost."
"Uh… "
Ning Yi patted him on the shoulder and stood up with a smile. At this time, the scenery by the Qinhuai River was pleasant. He walked away with a teacup in his hand. Old Qin was already smiling and Kang said, "How could this be..."
"Haha, I saw that you brought a good tea today, Duke Ming, I wanted to fool a few times and secretly play a game, but these words are awe-inspiring, gentlemen meet, as it should be, the old man is not willing to be hypocritical, hahahaha …”
Elder Kang was obviously dissatisfied with the fact that he brought tea again and lost the chess game, but he lost both horizontally and vertically. During the period, Mr. Qin talked about the funny story that Ning Yi was slapped in the face when he fell into the river for saving people in the morning. Ning Yi was inevitably ridiculed by Mr. Kang. Later, he heard the two old people talking about the recent attack by the Liao people in the north. thing.
In the late autumn, the sun was still bright, but in the afternoon there was a wind blowing over the Qinhuai River. After the game was over, it was already late, and everyone went home.
Due to the wind blowing for half the afternoon this afternoon, when Ning Yi woke up the next morning, Ning Yi felt a little groggy, and he didn't know if he had a cold.