Chapter 67: The Limit (Part 1)

The next morning, in the east wing of the Shen family courtyard, the sound of books in the clan school hidden by green bamboos was still there.

Chen Jing was the only one who had no intention of studying. He looked out the door with anxiety in his eyes... It was about to be Mao, and the gentleman would come back at any time. Why is the boy silent? Could it be that he was embarrassed to come after not finishing writing, right? It must be that he is so proud of his face.

While he was thinking about it, he saw a white shadow flashing through the door, and sat down next to him with a whoosh. He was about to praise him, "Brother, I have such a light skill." Then he saw silent sweating and lying on the table panting.

"You can't get up a while earlier?" Chen Jing said proudly. He could not have thought that there would be a day when he would take turns to say this.

Chen Si rolled his eyes and was about to speak when he saw Mr. Chen with a stern face appearing at the door. He quickly sat upright without even wiping the sweat on his face.

Chen Lian walked to the front of the big case and stood still. Chen Xiang led the students to stand up and bowed to the teacher to pay his respects.

Mr. Chen's eyes swept over everyone, then he sat down and said in a deep voice: "Sit down."

When the students sat down, he said with mercy: "Check homework."

The first student in the right head got up, walked to the teacher, put the book on it like yesterday, first memorized what he had memorized yesterday, and then memorized what he learned yesterday, with a bump in the middle, and finally he had to eat a board.

In silence, I found that the gentleman always beat hard at first a few strokes, and then raised the one behind him and landed gently. Although there was a sound, it did not hurt anyone.

‘Maybe it’s to continue fighting the next day.’ He was not afraid to speculate on this old guy with the greatest malicious intention.

After the call was finished, Mr. Chen ordered a sentence for the student to read. After the student followed, even if he had completed today's teaching and reading tasks, he would go back to his seat and read it again and again.

Then there was the next one, and the next one. Chen Wu noticed that the number of sentences the teacher taught to each student varies greatly, some of which were fifty or sixty, and some only had a dozen...'It's so easy to be casual.' He couldn't help but complain.

Among these people, Chen Xiang has read deeply and has read the Book of Rites. Most of the other grades are working hard on the Four Books, while the younger ones are still reading literacy books... Private school education starts by recognizing square characters. Generally, after a few months or six months, you can read the "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", "Thousand Character Classic", "Famous Sages", "Famous Sages", "Famous Sages", "Children's Poems", as well as "Five-character Miscellaneous Symbols" and "Seven-character Miscellaneous Symbols" and so on.

It took about one or two years to complete the literacy education before I began to study seriously. According to the regulations of the sage Zhu Xi, I first read the "Great Learning" to determine its scale; then read the "Analects of Confucius" to determine its roots; then read the "Mencius" to observe its development; then read the "Doctor of the Mean" to seek the subtleties of the ancients.

Among the Four Books, there are 12,700 words in the Analects of Confucius, more than 34,600 words in the Mencius, and about 50,000 words in the "big, middle", and even Zhu Xi's annotations must be memorized, so it takes longer. But this is the most important basis for writing eight-legged essays. This skill must be done well in the 100s.

Then, you must read the Book of Songs, Zuo Zhuan, Book of Books, Book of Rites, Book of Changes, etc. naturally, and you must read them well and be able to recite them. In order to prevent forgetting these well-read books, you must often review them, especially the Four Books, and you must always be familiar with the article with red notes. You can quote them casually, as natural as speaking. Without this basic skill, you cannot talk about writing eight-legged essays.

It took more than an hour to go to the 27 students in the school, and only two brothers, Chen Jing and Shen Mo, were left. The gentleman didn't call him, and they didn't dare to go up.

"Chen Jing, come up." Fortunately, Mr. Shen had no bad taste and quickly called him.

"Yes." Chen Jing responded quickly, holding a stack of rice paper in his hand.

Mr. Chen took the stack of paper, and when he saw the stinky words that were tilted and missing, he frowned and sighed, "It's such a good paper that's really blind."

Chen Jing's face was flushed, he lowered his head in shame, and whispered: "Sir, this is the last one. If you write too much, you will be tired..."

Chen Lian said 'oh', took out the first chapter and took a look, then sighed and said, "I'm still blind."

Chen Jing was finally speechless...

Mr. Chen tightened his eyebrows, frowned, read the papers with great perseverance, and put them down and said, "I copied the learning and teachings fourteen times, but I didn't write the Thousand Characters."

Chen Jing said aggrievedly: "Yesterday, the student wrote as soon as he went back, and didn't even eat supper. Later, he fell asleep while writing. He arrived at the school early this morning and wrote it again."

Chen Lian looked at him with a stern face for a while, and looked at Chen Jing with a furrow... Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen's old-fashioned face that had not changed for thousands of years suddenly showed a smile.

Chen Jing rubbed his eyes hard, but he had never seen his husband laugh before.

The deep smile flashed and his expression returned to seriousness: "For the sake of your efforts, I won't punish you this time."

Chen Jing rubbed his ears hard again and said in disbelief: "Isn't the thug anymore?"

"If you want, I don't object." Mr. Chen said coldly.

"No, no, no." Chen Jing waved his hand quickly. He felt that today was already auspicious day and he really should go to Daxing to get a touch.

Next was the professor time, but Chen Lian did not ask Chen Jing to take the book, but asked him to step forward and teach him the correct writing posture, how to hold and use the pen. Finally, he handed him a copybook and said, "Start from the horizontal, vertical, horizontal, strokes, and strokes, write ten thousand strokes, and give it to me tomorrow."

Chen Jing almost fainted, took the copybook with both hands and went down in disgust.

When Chen Jing sat down, there was only one silent one who had not been called.

Chen Lian looked at him expressionlessly for a long time before whispering: "Come up."

Chen Si stood up with a thick stack of manuscript paper in both hands and walked towards him calmly.

Amid the students' curious eyes, he stood in front of the big case for the first time.

"Have you finished your homework?" Chen Lian said without looking at him.

"Sir, it's done." Chen Silent said softly.

"Oh?" Chen Lian said coldly: "Where is the copying of the hundred times? No matter what you say, I will see eight thousand eight hundred words."

Silence can already ignore his prejudice. He cannot ask everyone to like him. He only asks himself to win dignity with his hands... He believes that he can do it, as long as this gentleman does not go against his conscience.
Chapter completed!