The sound of reading could be heard, and the Liangzhou Prefecture School located in Liangzhou Hexi Yamen was full of vitality. This was Fan Zhi's favorite place in Liangzhou, and he would visit here every day.
Since the decline of the Tang Dynasty, the two schools in various states and counties have been basically abandoned.
The basic abandonment of state schools and county schools has brought about great deficiencies in the country's cultural governance. The most obvious place to reflect this is the imperial examination.
In the Later Tang Dynasty, not only the number of imperial examinations was held, but the opening time was not fixed, so the number of people admitted was even smaller.
In the year of the mid-term examination, only eight people were admitted to the imperial examination, which was the most in history. In many cases, only one was admitted.
Not to mention the second-, third-, and highest-ranking scholars like the Ming Dynasty, they couldn’t even get the top pick, second place pick, or top pick. Therefore, there were no titles such as top pick, second pick, or top pick in the Five Dynasties.
Moreover, Fan Zhi also discovered that the setup of this small Liangzhou Academy was actually quite complete. The three rites, the three biography, the three history, the Ming Fa, and the Ming Suan were all established, but the academic subjects and disciplines specializing in the study of a certain scripture were omitted.
Tao examination subjects mainly focus on the study of Taoism.
However, after Fan Zhi finished listening to a volume of "The Legend of Gu Liang in the Spring and Autumn Period", his brows were as furrowed as those on the Loess Plateau.
Although it is generally correct, there are not too many small errors, and there are also deviations in understanding.
It seems that the land of Hexi has fallen to Hu Chen for a hundred and fifty years, and the damage to the culture has indeed been great.
"I saw the angel shaking his head. I think the level of the Confucian scholars in Hexi must be not optimistic!"
Fan Zhi was shaking his head when he was suddenly startled by a voice behind him.
He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, only to see Zhang Zhao, Murong Nobunaga and Li Cunhui standing behind him. The three of them were all dressed as scholars, not much different from the students in the state school. Zhang Zhao also
Holding a folding fan, he deliberately looked like a romantic young man.
Uh! Fan Zhi was a little embarrassed, not only because Zhang Zhao saw him shaking his head just now, but also because Zhang Zhao's outfit was a bit hard for him to accept.
Where did Zhang Sikong learn to use a folding fan as a romantic look?
In Fan Zhi's opinion, there is not much romance, but there is a strong flavor. How should I put it, if he knows the word "shamate", Zhang Zhao's current dress, in Fan Zhi's opinion, is a strong flavor.
Shamat's unconventional and unconventional style.
Of course, Zhang Zhao would not have thought that Fan Zhi was not interested in his appearance. He thought that Fan Zhi was stunned by his words, so he could only continue to speak on his own.
"It makes the angels laugh. The imperial court abandoned Hexi and ignored it for a hundred and fifty years. Although I wanted to bring him back to the Han Dynasty, he was just a warrior and could only do so much. I dare to ask the angels if there are any well-educated people in the Central Plains who are willing to come to Hexi.
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Fan Zhi then realized that Zhang Zhao had some misunderstandings, but he was even more surprised by Zhang Zhao's words.
"Now that the edict has been delivered, I would never dare to be called the Sikong Angel. I would dare to ask Sikong, why do you have to ask this question?
Now that the world is in chaos, we should rely on martial arts to stabilize the four directions. How can a well-educated man be like a brave general?"
Zhang Zhao looked at Fan Zhi meaningfully and smiled, "You and I are about the same age, but you are a little bit older, so why don't we treat each other as brothers?
Brother Fan knows that peace in troubled times depends on martial arts, but to rule in troubled times and build a prosperous age, we cannot rely entirely on martial arts. Since ancient times, there has been no principle of conquering the world at once and taking over the world at once.
And in my opinion, why should we distinguish between civil and military affairs so clearly? Warriors are not incapable of practicing literature, and scribes are not familiar with military matters."
Fan Zhi nodded lightly. In his heart, anyone who could say these words was a qualified master. However, this thing is easier said than done.
In fact, in the Central Plains, no matter the Liang, Tang, or local rulers, everyone wanted to improve the status of literati, because in this way their status and security would be more secure.
In this dynasty, Zhuangzong even went as far as to confer official posts on actors to muddy the waters, but in the end they still became a dead bone in the Xingjiao family. Of course, he would not let Qian Yanshen come to discuss the issue with Zhang Zhao.
"What Sikong said is true. You are being intolerant!" Fan Zhi looked like he was sorry I said the wrong thing, while the smile on Zhang Zhao's face was even more playful.
From the looks of it, this guy is most likely the same as Fan Zhi in history. He comes from a family of officials, has been a Jinshi, and has served as a county magistrate. He is so naughty at a young age.
All these characteristics point to the Prime Minister Tuogu of the Later Zhou Dynasty who failed Guo Rong in history.
However, there was not much he could do about it. In this era when the warrior was the King of Heaven, Zhao Kuangyin had already roped in most of the imperial army to rebel. If Fan Zhi did not obey, it would just cost the lives of his whole family.
And although this man's knees are a little weak, he is very capable. Everyone from Shi Jingtang to Guo Wei and Guo Rong are full of praise for him.
Whether drafting documents, handling government affairs, or stabilizing the place, he has the ability to become a famous minister.
In particular, he presided over the compilation of the "Xiande Criminal Code" of the Later Zhou Dynasty. The "Song Criminal Code" of the Song Dynasty was based on this book. It had a great influence on later generations and was the legal talent that Zhang Zhao currently lacks.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhao took Fan Zhi's arm affectionately and said, "I happen to be free today, so why don't I go arm in arm with Brother Fan and be a guide to take Brother Fan to see the newly built Liangzhou Prefecture School?" "
After saying that, regardless of whether Fan Zhi agreed or not, he took Fan Zhi and left.
The state school in Liangzhou was actually rebuilt from the buildings of the Jiedu Yamen in Hexi during the renovation of Liangzhou City.
It occupies about one-third of the entire Yamen area, covering more than one hundred acres.
Zhang Zhao has high hopes for the Prefectural School Yamen. In order to completely bring back the Six Ministries of Fumo, in addition to honor incentives, benefits, and momentum, the soft power of culture is still very important.
It can be said that the charm of Chinese culture is all in books. If there are fewer people who are literate and knowledgeable, it will be greatly reduced.
If everyone is still living as if they were Tubo slaves, and the spiritual world is still the Tubo people's system of worshiping all spirits and gods and Buddhas, how can we talk about converting the Hu to the Han?
Even if you surrender on the surface, it will still be the same on the inside, with no effect at all.
"Brother Fan, please take a look. A certain school has established two colleges in the state. What we have in front of us is Mingshuang and Ming Law School.
To the east is the School of Classics and History, which mainly studies the Three Biography and Three Histories, but unfortunately there are few books, few Confucian students, and few masters." Zhang Zhao pointed out the buildings in Liangzhou Prefecture School one by one to Fan Zhi.
In fact, Zhang Zhao is just trying to flatter himself. As far as Liangzhou is concerned, there is a Confucian scholar named Mao who can read all Chinese characters and barely understand what is said in the Spring and Autumn Annals and other three chapters. He is considered a great talent. .
Fan Zhi also nodded. In Liangzhou Prefectural School, more than a dozen students use one book, and it is for the young scholars and Confucian students... Well, he has never seen anyone qualified for this.
As for the masters, there were not many, but none at all, but the fact that Zhang Sikong could care about cultural and educational issues in this deserted land was enough for Fan Zhi to look at him differently.
As Zhang Zhao spoke, he picked up a copy of "Ming Suan Chu Fa" and showed it to Fan Zhi. This book was compiled by Zhang Zhao.
He compiled this textbook based on the difficulty of later elementary schools and a little bit of junior high school.
That is to say, we will teach elementary addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and the more difficult ones will include some linear or quadratic equations of one variable.
Of course, Zhang Zhao also added the multiplication tables and Arabic numerals.
However, simplicity is relative to Zhang Zhao, and the multiplication tables and Arabic numerals of later generations are nothing.
But in this era, Fan Zhi felt as if his head was struck by lightning. As a well-educated man who could be admitted to Jinshi, he was no stranger to Mingshi.
"Sikong, isn't he a heavenly being?" After understanding the meaning of the Arabic numerals, Fan Zhi looked at Zhang Zhao with extremely unbelievable eyes.
Arabic numerals are extremely simple and easy to learn. It can be said to be a great leap forward in arithmetic. Not to mention how convenient the multiplication table is.
Regardless of just inventing a simple number and compiling a multiplication table, this thing is not accumulated over a long period of time, it is impossible to invent it, and it cannot even be summed up in one or two generations.
The emergence of these two things requires an extremely rich accumulation of knowledge and a very accidental flash of inspiration.
Fan Zhi even had some suspicions that behind Zhang Zhao, there was a school that specialized in algorithmic research.
Facing Fan Zhi's eyes of shock and admiration, Zhang Zhao was not embarrassed at all. He was even prepared to call Arabic numerals Hexi numerals.
Because at this time, India, the birthplace of Arabic numerals, had actually invented only three numbers: 1, 2, and 3.
After being spread to the Mesopotamia and Mesopotamia, it continued to develop for hundreds of years, but it is still very incomplete.
The numbers 1 to 10 in later generations were around the 16th century. After continuous improvement and promotion by countless mathematicians, the current model and system were formed.
So Fan Zhi, who was extremely shocked, just complimented Zhang Zhao a few words, sat down on the ground, and began to study it carefully.
Zhang Zhao was still a little confused. Although he had a mysterious expression on his face, he actually had no idea why Fan Zhi was so gloomy.
After a long while, Fan Zhi took a long breath and said, "This Hexi number is simple, easy to understand, and easy to calculate. I just calculated it. Many calculations in the past have become much simpler because of it."
Also, this algorithmic formula in this book seems to be applicable to Jigu Sutra, and it is ten times simpler!" After saying that, Fan Zhi looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, seeming very dejected.
"Why not be born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty? If it were in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, just relying on the Hexi numbers in this book, as well as algorithms and formulas, calculation methods for calculation, calendar, architecture, and mountain geography would all be innovated.
If in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, a sage issued an edict, and the learned people from all over the world gathered in Chang'an, weeded out the old and brought forth the new, and carried it forward, it would surely shine for all generations!"
The algorithm formulas Fan Zhi mentioned were the linear and quadratic equations of one variable that Zhang Zhao added from memory.
He himself had no research on mathematics, so of course he didn't know the mystery of these seemingly ordinary formulas. He just thought that if they were found in later mathematics books, they would be useful, so he added them in.
This method of calculation has already been found in the Tang Dynasty's Ming Dynasty classic "Ji Gu Suan Jing", which has even been opened to the third power, and is regarded as the most difficult arithmetic problem in the Tang Dynasty.
It’s difficult not because the ancients didn’t have enough IQ, but because the calculation methods in Jigu Arithmetic Scripture are extremely complex, and they have to use traditional Chinese numbers from one to ten, so it’s very troublesome and extremely difficult to learn.
But now with the Hexi numerals "invented" by Zhang Zhao and the square root formula of later generations, everything has become much simpler, which is why Fan Zhi was so rude.
Only people who are truly living in this era truly know the value of this thing. This kind of thing has been invented and improved by countless masters in later generations, and then passed down, all of which are the crystallization of human wisdom.
Fan Zhi is right. If it were in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, it would definitely trigger a great event. Ordinary people would rely on this thing. It would not only last a lifetime, but it would also be passed down through the ages.
"Brother Fan, please don't be so discouraged. Don't you think I'm here? Where there's a will, there's a way. You and I are in our prime, and there are still a few decades to go. Who knows that there won't be another prosperous Tang Dynasty?"
Zhang Zhao pulled Fan Zhi up from the ground and said with a pun.
Fan Zhi looked at Zhang Zhao from another angle for the first time and felt that Zhang Sikong was like a sun that was constantly shining in the air, with a kind of magical power that followed him unconsciously.
The four of them were talking and walking, and then came to the place where the young Meng boys at the School of Classics and History were learning.
Zhang Zhao's state school was different from the one in the Tang Dynasty that only accepted a few dozen people and was similar to a certain association in later generations.
It is actually a scaled-down version of an one-stop educational institution from primary school to university.
There are six or seven-year-old Meng children who come to learn how to read, and there are also people of different ages who regard this as a night school for future generations.
There are also those who already have some cultural knowledge, and they are here to further exchange and learn. The senior students are not only seniors, but also teachers of the lower grades.
All of this is the result of Zhang Zhao's forced orders. Zhang Zhao has nothing to do with ordinary people, because they have to run for a living every day and have no time or energy to study.
But the situation is different for the children of the leaders of the six tribes and the official families of the chief officials of various tribes in Hexi. They all go to the state school to attend classes. Their learning level and diligence can even become the assessment criteria for their fathers and brothers. Therefore, there are many people in the state school.
In the classics and history class, an old master from the Guo family who came from Suiye was teaching the meaning of the classics to a group of Meng children who had completed the study of three hundred words...
Perhaps it should be called a story, because this so-called "jingyi" was compiled by Zhang Zhao himself, and is similar to the stories of famous Chinese historical figures in later generations.
Fan Zhi looked through it curiously, and found that there were some rough but not crude stories in it, from Confucius's travels around the world to Meng's mother's three migrations, from Jin Wen Gong Chong'er to the Yue King Gou Jian who lay down his fuel and tasted courage, as well as loyal ministers and righteous men such as Ba Manzi and Qu Yuan.
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After the pre-Qin period, there were even more, including Wei Qing, who was a model of martial arts through the ages, Hou Huo Qubing, the champion who sealed the title of Langjuxu, Dou Gu, who was widely praised and praised by Shi Yanran, and brothers Dou Xian.
The Ban Dingyuan who traveled across the Western Regions, even though he was far away, Chen Pohu would be killed. He laughed and talked about the thirteen soldiers of Yumen who were thirsty for the blood of the Xiongnu. He also went to Li Wei Gong of the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Xun Xu Yuan of Suiyang City, Yan Lugong, a famous minister of the generation, and others.
Old Master Guo on the stage was telling the schoolchildren the story of Zhang Xun and Xu Yuan defending Suiyang. The structure of this story originated from Zhang Zhao, but after hearing it, Old Master Guo made some minor changes.
To be precise, I added a little bit of private goods, and a little bit of what happened to the Guo family and the three royal families of the five surnames in Anxi when they only defended Qiuci.
However, this little secret was added very well, making the whole story more vivid and more realistic. Not to mention the first time I heard it, even Zhang Zhao was fascinated by it.
The four of them sat in the back row, quietly listening to Old Master Guo's story together with a group of elementary school children who were fascinated.
When it was said that the soldiers who defended the city were only given a spoonful of rice every day and had to eat bark and paper when they were hungry, everyone clenched their fists suddenly.
The climax of the story is when Zhang Xun killed his beloved concubine and cooked it to reward the soldiers. Xu Yuan also killed his slaves and fed them to the soldiers. Fan Zhi could not help but stand up.
When it came to the story that the imperial censor Helan Jinming succeeded Li Ju as the military envoy and stationed troops in Linhuai, but he held a wait-and-see attitude and refused to save the siege of Suiyang, everyone was already very angry.
In the end, Nan Jiyun, who was sent by Zhang Xun to move reinforcements, cut off his fingers angrily. Helan Jinming remained unmoved. The desperate Nan Jiyun could only lead a small number of troops to return to Suiyang, return to Zhang Xun, and meet with Lei Thirty-six people including Wan Chun were killed together.
Perhaps because he felt the same, Guo Fuzi burst into tears when he spoke, and was extremely emotional. Fan Zhi was in a daze when he listened, and tears could not help but flow down his face.
In today's Central Plains, who still remembers Zhang Xun and Xu Yuan back then?
In troubled times, everyone is just trying their best to survive, and their loyalty and integrity are buried in the loess.
"Treacherous minister! This person named Helan is a traitor! If I were present, I would definitely kill him. If a man is born in this world, he should follow the example of Nan Jiyun and follow loyal ministers like Zhang Suiyang!"
Young people are the most easily excited. Murong Nobunaga was filled with anger. He punched the dirt wall of the classroom and screamed in anger.
Li Cunhui's face was also flushed, "Yes! I will join you together to kill He Lan and enter the Ming Dynasty first, and then return to Suiyang!"
When the two of them were arguing like this, Zhang Zhao at the back of the classroom couldn't hide anymore. He straightened his clothes, threw away the folding fan in his hand, and came to Old Master Guo's podium.
Dozens of Meng Tong, Murong Nobunaga, Li Cunhui and others in the audience were so angry that their cheeks were red and their eyes were on fire. It seemed that they wanted to find a traitor to come out and tear him up and eat him. The atmosphere was very good.
So Zhang Zhao decided to impress these people a little more, which would be the fuel for his future!
"Sikong, what happened to Helan Jinming? How could he be so hateful?" A little Meng boy with fire-spitting eyes looked at Zhang Zhao and asked.
Zhang Zhao pondered for a moment, "He later reached the high position of Lingnan Jiedushi. Although he was eventually demoted, he died in peace!"
"How could this be so? Why doesn't the country kill this thief? If we don't kill this thief, how can we thank the world?"
Meng Tong's eyes widened, he became even more angry and confused. The country he mentioned referred to the emperor, which was the name used for the emperor before the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
"If you are your master, you will kill all these traitors in your house!" Murong Nobunaga behind him was also furious. He was so angry that he called Zhang Zhao "sir" for the first time.
"If I were the master, I would disembowel Helan Jinming's wrists and kill his whole family!" Zhang Zhao answered decisively, and there was a sudden burst of applause.
Fan Zhi also came to his senses from the excitement. He looked at Zhang Zhao on the stage with burning eyes. It was unheard of for a town commander to behave like this, but it made people yearn for it.
"It's a pity that someone is not Emperor Xuanzong of the former Tang Dynasty, so we can't kill this traitor!" Zhang Zhao said with a hint of sadness, and then looked at the dozens of Meng boys surrounding him.
"The traitor got a good death, but Zhang Suiyang lost his life. He defended the country and ended up like this. Do you think it was worth it?"
The Meng children wanted to shake their heads, but suddenly they felt something was wrong. They all looked at Zhang Zhao blankly, feeling extremely confused and entangled, not knowing how to express their stance.
"But I think it's worth it!" Zhang Zhao quickly said, he was afraid that if the little Mengtong said it wasn't worth it, it would be difficult to continue.
"Because although Zhang Suiyang died, he died as a loyal minister!
With the city of Suiyang, he held back the rebel army of Yan thieves and saved the Jianghuai land for the country. Millions of people here were saved from the disaster of swordsmanship because of him. In the future, the imperial court was able to finally wipe out the Yan thieves, and Zhang Suiyang took the credit.
great.
Although he died, his name of loyalty has been passed down through the ages. Not only do we admire him greatly now when we listen to his stories, but we will do the same in five hundred or one thousand years!
On the other hand, He Lan Jinming and others will be despised even ten thousand years from now, and his descendants will never be able to hold their heads high because of him.
A man is born in the world and should make a difference. If everyone is like Helan Jinming, how can we Han'er exist for so many years?
If our ancestors had taken refuge with the Huns when they came, and if the Turks had come and taken refuge with the Turks, we would probably be worse than the Timo slaves of the Tubo people!
For a real man, if his parents and children become slaves of foreigners and live a worse life than pigs and dogs, what kind of face does that have to live? He cannot be called a human being.
Dear classmates, from Doctor Qu to Zhang Suiyang, we Han children have never lacked such loyal ministers and righteous men.
Even if we cannot be a loyal minister like Zhang Suiyang, we still need to be a good man, and we should be called a good man by everyone.
Zhang Erlang dares to say here that in the future, if so-and-so reaches a moment like Zhang Suiyang's, and so-and-so vows to follow his example, where are you willing to be so-and-so's Xu Yuan, Nan Jiyun, and Lei Wanchun?"
"I am willing! I want to be Nan Jiyun!" Murong Nobunaga jumped out immediately.
"Then let me be Lei Wanchun! Be a loyal minister!" Li Cunhui shouted loudly without showing any signs of weakness.
"I also want to be a loyal minister! I also want to be a loyal minister!"
No one wants to be a traitor. Even those who have been traitors in history have actually dreamed of being loyal ministers and righteous men. This is the blood that Chinese people are born with.
The loud noise attracted most of the people in the Prefecture School. After learning that Zhang Zhao was here, the students called out to their friends and called almost all the students in the Prefecture School over.
"Sikong, this is so similar to the Suiye Guo family ancestral hall in the past! It was then that the old man decided to follow Sikong back east.
Today, all the students from the Prefecture School are here, and they all want to follow Sikong and return the Anxi River west of Anxi, which has been under Hu Chen’s rule for 150 years, to their homeland. Why don’t you lead us to sing Hu No Man again!”
Old Master Guo recalled the scene in the Guo family ancestral hall where everyone gathered together to express their gratitude to no one. He was so excited that tears filled his eyes. Zhang Zhaogang wanted to agree, but he suddenly thought of a better poem.
"No one will sing today, but I will sing a new righteous song to encourage you all! Bring me a pen!"
Zhang Zhao waved his hand and shouted with great pride, while silently reciting in his heart.
'Mr. Wen Wenshan, I estimate that in this time and space, you will never have that kind of experience again. Please let me use this righteous song!'
The heaven and earth have righteous energy, mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars. To people, it is said to be vast, and it is as abundant as the sky.
The imperial road was the Qing Dynasty, and the Han and Tu Ming Dynasties were in the Qing Dynasty. When the time was poor, the paintings were drawn one by one. In the bamboo slips of Taishi of Qi Dynasty, in the pen of Dong Hu of Jin Dynasty.
In the Qin Dynasty Zhang Liangzhui, in the Han Suwu Festival, it was the head of General Yan, the blood of Ji Shizhong, the teeth of Zhang Suiyang, and the tongue of Yan Changshan.
Or Liaodong hat, Qing Cao Li Bingxue.
Or to show off one's teachings, ghosts and gods weep heroically.
Or to cross the river and swallow Hu Jie generously.
Or it may be caused by hitting the thief's wat, and the reverse head will be broken.
Fan Zhi forgot his identity as an angel, his many calculations, and even more so who was standing in front of him.
With tears streaming down his face, he followed the crowd in the room, who ranged from tweedles to sixties, singing loudly. He suddenly felt for their suffering and their whole-hearted emotions.
A ray of sunlight shined through the window and hit Fan Zhi's face. He suddenly remembered what the book boy once said.
"This is the true master!"
This chapter has been completed!