Li Xun wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, while Lu Zhi took Cao Ang to the square outside the library to teach the students who had already arrived.

Normally, Lu Zhi would give lectures first and then accept inquiries from students.

But today Lu Zhi came up to the stage, put down his book, and said to everyone: "Let's not talk about the scriptures today, but let's tell the story of my past."

Everyone below was silent and looked at Lu Zhi.

Lu Zhi's mind was far away, as if he had returned to the years in his memory.

"I loved reading when I was a child. My family was poor and I had no books, so I borrowed them from a book collector's house and wrote them down by hand, counting the days to return them. In the winter, the weather was so cold that the dripping water turned into ice, and my hands were shaking so hard that I couldn't stretch them out.

I never dare to relax when copying. I return the book immediately after copying it, and I never dare to exceed the appointment.

Because of this advantage of mine, many people are willing to lend me books.

Later, when I grew older, I admired the teachings of sages and sages, but also worried that I had no masters, famous people and people, so I went to Guanzhong to study under Master Ma.

At that time, I was traveling from Youzhou to Fufeng. It was a cold winter, and I was walking on a bad road carrying my luggage and dragging my clothes. The winter was strong, the snow was several feet deep, and the skin of my feet was chapped. I remember that there was a section of the road where my limbs were frozen to the point of stiffness. If not,

Some people poured soup and fertilized it and covered it with quilts, and they actually froze to death.

Master Ma has three thousand students, and his disciples fill his room. Many of them rarely see him all year round. Every time I stand to serve on the left and right, I will answer questions and ask questions, and I will bend over to ask questions. Sometimes when Master Ma is scolding me, I won’t do it.

If you dare to say one more word, your expression will become more respectful and polite. When the horse master is happy, he will ask for advice again.

There are three thousand students, some wise and foolish, some poor and some rich. Some are embroidered, wearing hats decorated with red tassels, white jade rings around their waists, swords on their left and smelly faces on their right, looking like gods; some are wearing tasseled robes.

Of course, I am the latter.

However, for me, no matter whether I am rich or poor, wise or foolish, I just want to study. Because I have something in my heart that makes me happy, and I don’t feel that the enjoyment of food and clothing is not as good as others.

Master Ma was a relative of a wealthy family, and many women sang and danced in front of his students. I had been teaching for many years, but I had never changed my mind. Only then did Master Ma take him seriously, accept him as a disciple, and teach him knowledge.

After three years of this, we have made some small progress in learning.

I say this not because I want to tell you how hard I worked in school. But I want to say that today you can enter the academy, have summer and winter clothes given by your parents every year, and don’t have to worry about being cold or hungry; in the building, you can read

"Poems" and "Books", there is no need to travel around; there is a secretary, a doctor is a teacher, there is no one who asks but does not tell, and there is nothing that cannot be asked for; all the books that should be collected are gathered here, and so are you.

There is no need to copy it by hand like me and borrow it from elsewhere to read it.

But among you, after several years here, a few of you can still be as ambitious and hardworking as when you first came here, and you can still devote yourself to the classics and work tirelessly.

Today, I met a group of students who were fighting cocks and lackeys outside the college. I felt sad in my heart because they did not cherish the time they spent studying today, and they will not get what they want in the future.

Those who are not refined in their karma and have insufficient virtues do not have a low nature, but rather have an unfocused mind and have forgotten their original intention."

After Lu Zhi finished speaking, he opened the book in front of him.

What he said today was inspired by his thoughts. If someone could listen to it and start studying hard, it would be useful.

Everyone looked at Lu Zhi with different thoughts. But with so many people on the field, there was total silence.

At this time Lu Zhi began to lecture.

Lu Zhi is best at "Ouyang Shangshu" and "Three Rites", and has works such as "Shang Shu Zhang Ju" and "Exegesis of the Three Rites". He came to the academy today to teach "Shang Shu".

In this era, "Shangshu" is equivalent to later political theory books such as "Marxism-Leninism" and "Mao Zedong". It talks about both historical facts and governance theories. And historical facts serve as the basis for governance theories and are not considered history books.

Because Cao Ang was young, he usually read "The Book of Filial Piety" and "The Analects of Confucius", or studied "Mencius", "Xunzi" and "Historical Records" according to his hobbies. He had never read "Shangshu".

Moreover, the content of "Shangshu" is really difficult to understand. Cao Ang knew all the characters, but listening to the teacher's words was like listening to a book from heaven.

However, the students below listened with gusto. Perhaps inspired by Lu Zhi's words just now, they all concentrated on this, sucking in this Confucian nourishment like a hungry thirsty.

Although Cao Ang didn't understand it himself, he felt that these hard-working students were worthy of admiration.

Lu Zhi talked for nearly an hour and a half without taking a minute's rest. When he came off the stage, even though it was winter, his whole body was dripping with sweat and his mouth was parched.

This class consumes as much energy as pulling the reins to plow the ground for a whole day.

When Lu Zhi came down, Cao Ang quickly brought water to the teacher.

Lu Zhi took the cup and drank the water in one gulp like a whale sucking a cow's drink. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Teacher, take a break!"

Cao Ang said with some distress.

"Not tired, not tired!"

Lu Zhi put down the water glass and asked Cao Ang: "Ang'er, what do you think of the "Shang Shu" I talked about today?"

At this time, many people had gathered around, ready to ask Lu Zhi. Everyone was also very curious about the child Lu Zhi brought this time, thinking that it was Lu Zhi's new book boy.

Cao Ang originally wanted to say, "I don't understand anything," but he couldn't show his timidity in the face of so many people. So Cao Ang said, "The disciples don't really understand what the teacher said, but they only understand it slightly. 'The human heart is in danger.

The heart of the Tao is only subtle, but the essence is only one, allowing it to reach the center."

This sentence is also called the "Sixteen-Character Heart Tradition" and is considered by Confucians to be the sage's dharma of mind taught since Yao and Shun. It is the great method for sages to govern the world and is also the key to personal cultivation of the mind. Simply put, the human heart is dangerous and unpredictable.

The heart of the Tao is elusive and difficult to understand. Only single-mindedness and sincerity can lead to the right path.

However, the simpler something is, the less simple it is. It is only sixteen characters, but great Confucian scholars throughout the ages have interpreted this sentence into nonsense.

Lu Zhi didn't expect that Cao Ang understood this sentence, so he asked: "How do you understand this sentence?"

"The disciples believe that throughout life, a person and a country must not forget their original intention and keep their mission in mind; never forget their original intention and forge ahead; never forget their original intention, only then can they persevere."

After hearing this, Lu Zhi couldn't help but smile and said: "What a man who never forgets his original intention. Even if he doesn't hit the mark, he's still not far behind!"

Lu Zhi was so satisfied with Cao Ang's answer. It was his talent that allowed him to understand such profound principles at this age, even if he had never studied before.

The people around him thought that Cao Ang was just Lu Zhi's boy, but now they were shocked when they heard him say that he was Lu Zhi's disciple. Looking at Cao Ang's eyes again, they felt a little more envious.

Who doesn’t want to be Lu Zhi’s disciple?
Chapter completed!