April in the south of the Yangtze River is a good time for spring and scenery.
The beautiful time is placed in a place like an academy or school, and it becomes more and more beautiful because it is pure and undisturbed.
The warm wind blew through the four gardens of Shoukuan School, stirring up the flowers on the porch and the willows swaying gently by the pond. It also made people's eyes charming and their hearts sweet.
But the woman walking between the gardens in the spring breeze was not intoxicated by the beautiful scenery.
Zheng Haizhu and Huang Zunsu's wife, Yao, are not outing beauties taking a leisurely stroll, but entrepreneurs who are full of energy and energy, thinking about school affairs.
Early this morning, Mr. Yao led Zheng Haizhu, who had returned from a business trip, to visit all the classrooms in the schools in Bei, Qing, Fu, and Jiao.
The school starts admitting students at the beginning of March.
The first batch of children who came was actually not many.
Unlike the gentry or well-off families who insist on taking the imperial examination for their offspring, most of the small handicraftsmen, traffickers and poor farmers living at the bottom of Songjiang would rather have their boys work as servants in wealthy families, or as waiters in restaurants and shops.
, man, Yaren, earn enough money to marry a wife as soon as possible.
The expectations for female dolls are simpler: starting from the age of five or six, they should help the family with work and take care of their younger brothers (because the younger sisters should have been drowned at birth).
This kind of handy little labor can be used to marry someone at the age of fourteen or fifteen, in exchange for a more or less betrothal gift, to supplement the living expenses of the parents, or to serve as a wife for the younger brother.
Zheng Haizhu used the language of modern people to criticize, that is, eager to realize the value of his children.
Many ignorant or troubled people in modern society regard this as common sense, not to mention parents in ancient times?
But Yao, who came from an official background and received a good education since childhood, naturally found it difficult to understand.
Why are there so few people in poor families who can learn to read and learn skills without spending any money?
As winter turns to spring, Yao is about to devote himself to his new life with high spirits.
Her enthusiasm was like a prairie fire, and when it came to school matters, even those related to infrastructure and general affairs, she was just as concerned as Manager Cao and Zheng Shoukuan.
Zheng Haizhu entrusted her with the task of enrolling students before leaving for the south. How could she be willing to give up easily?
Fortunately, her husband Huang Zunsu supported her and helped her publicize and persuade her several times among the poor officials in the government office and the villagers she met during the construction of water conservancy projects.
Those families had always been lying low in the dust, but once they were lucky enough to be chased by an old man with a Jinshi background for business, they were flattered and agreed.
Finally, relying on her husband's support, Yao recruited ten female dolls and five or six male dolls, all between seven and ten years old.
The children are happy and diligent. They happily wear the green shirt uniforms issued by the school every day, walk in the sunshine and shadow of the trees, and come to school on time.
Some of the girls could only come for half a day at first and then had to go back to do housework. Yao came to their doorsteps and gave them a few stones of rice and noodles in exchange for their complete freedom.
Zheng Haizhu came to the school and saw half of the spring uniforms still in the storage room. Instead, she felt that it was a good thing that a young lady like Yao, who had a strong heart but had always lived well, hit a wall when she started her own business.
The young lady needs to be down-to-earth and at least understand how poor people think about life and how they live their lives.
But at the same time, Zheng Haizhu is convinced that Yao is a very good teammate.
In addition to poetry, weaving and embroidery craftsmanship, and calligraphy and art subjects, Yao actually went to find Xu Guangqi's daughter-in-law Gu Lanjie, and through Gu Lanjie, asked his father-in-law Xu Guangqi to send back a scribe from the capital, who was exactly
Someone who once participated in the translation of "Elements of Geometry" joined the school as a teacher.
When Zheng Haizhu was outside the window of the Fuyuan classroom and heard the childish voices of the students inside chanting "Find a parallel-sided triangle on a bounded straight line", she couldn't help but be surprised.
Yao also smiled sweetly and said: "You praised Xu Hanlin's works of writing (referring to translation) so much. I couldn't help but be curious, so I went to borrow the book from Grandma Gu. I didn't expect that my father and Zong Xi would get involved in each other.
I watched it for most of the night, saying that it was beneficial to craftsmanship, construction and other things. So I thought about teaching it in our school and giving it a try."
Zheng Haizhu has been quite satisfied with the school's start since then.
It should be noted that historically, the first primary school with modern educational concepts appeared in Shanghai during the Guangxu period. The highlight was that it was co-educational and offered mathematics and physics courses in addition to Chinese language and labor skills courses.
If it could be done in the late Qing Dynasty, why couldn't it be done in the late Ming Dynasty?
In the late Ming Dynasty, China's humanistic qualities, open mind, and acceptance of science from the West were closer to modern times.
After Mrs. Yao took Zheng Haizhu on a tour, they had a cup of tea in the parlor in the banana garden. Cao Jingting, the school steward, came to invite him.
"Miss Zheng, Mr. Yao, the guard has taken the distinguished guest to hide in the North Garden."
Yao asked: "Azhu, is this Yixing talent you mentioned?"
Zheng Haizhu put down the tea cup: "That's right, let's go and see him."
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Beiyuan, Tibet.
Zheng Shoukuan was stroking a purple clay pot in his hand, but his eyes were always on the young master standing in front of the bookshelf.
After my aunt came back from Yuegang a few days ago, she heard that the two Mr. Zhang from Shaoxing had delivered the promised collection of books after the Lantern Festival, so she immediately sent herself to Yixing to do something.
Zheng Shoukuan is already thirteen years old. Before he worships his aunt, he must first ask why.
At first, Zheng Shoukuan was doubtful about his aunt Zheng Haizhu's statement, which seemed to imply that he was trying to confuse the gods.
Unexpectedly, when I arrived in Yixing, I followed my aunt's instructions and found that there was actually such a person. As soon as I told him the names of several books in my collection, the person happily took a boat to Songjiang.
At this moment, the expression on the face of the young man who was invited reminded Zheng Shoukuan of a proverb: A mouse fell into a rice vat.
Just at this time, there was a sound on the stairs, and Zheng Haizhu and Yao stepped up to the book pavilion.
"My aunt and Mr. Yao are here." Zheng Shoukuan stood up with a smile.
The young master also turned around, preparing to receive the gift, holding a copy of Tang Shunzhi's "Wu Bian" in his hand.
When Zheng Haizhu first saw him in person, it was as recorded in official history that his face was like a crown jewel, he was tall and thin, and he looked like a scholar.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! She stepped forward and asked: "Is this Mr. Lu?"
The man thought that the "aunt" Zheng Shoukuan was talking about had a property like an academy and was a public dealer for the court, so he must be a majestic elder. He never thought that the woman in front of him looked only three or four years older than him, not to mention pretty. There is nothing aggressive about his good face.
The man woke up from his hesitation and hurriedly bowed and said: "I'm Lu Xiangsheng in Zhangzhu Town, Yixing. I've met my aunt..."
He was originally going to follow Zheng Shoukuan, who was about the same age as him, and call him "aunt", but he had no nerve to call her "aunt" to such a young face.
I had to change my words to "girl", and then for some reason, I felt my cheeks were slightly warm and felt a little cramped.
Zheng Haizhu generously introduced the Yao family to Lu Xiangsheng, and ordered his nephew to hand over the purple clay pot given to Huang Zunsu to the Yao family.
Then, she told her in detail: "Mr. Lu, although I am a woman, by chance, I have made many friends who are military generals and heroes. When the Zhang family in Shaoxing wanted to donate books, I asked them for all kinds of military books, not only for Curious, but also because of considerations, now that the Jurchen chief of Jianzhou, Liaodong has established himself as king, I am afraid that I am no longer suffering from ringworm and scabies in the Ming Dynasty. The younger generations should also read more about the art of war. I never thought that I would dream for several nights in a row that I was in front of Grandpa Yue Temple in Sheshan Mountain. , Grandpa Yue said to me, there is a village in Yixing, where the Lu family has lived for generations. The people are both civilized and military. There is a young man named Lu Xiangsheng in the family, who especially loves to study the gods, guides and ghosts. You might as well invite him to read these military books. .”
After Zheng Haizhu said this, he walked to the statue of Yue Fei on the shelf by the window of the library, bowed before turning to Lu Xiangsheng, and said in a deep tone: "The reason for this must be when my nephew went to invite the young master. I have made it clear, but today, I still want to say it again in front of Grandpa Yue, so that Grandpa Yue will know that we, the descendants, should respect him and trust him, and obey and remember everything he said."
Zheng Haizhu simulated this eloquent article several times on the boat back from Moon Harbor, and he no longer laughed as an atheist.
At this moment, when the lines are read out, not to mention the explosive acting skills and the possession of the movie queen, he can also rely on two parts of simplicity, three parts of happiness and five parts of piety to make the ancients who have the worship of gods and dream complex express what they say. Believe it or not.
At least Mr. Lu Xiangsheng, who was holding the military book, had responded with a solemn look.
As for today's meeting, Zheng Haizhu has actually been planning it since Zhang Dai suggested establishing a Tibet last year.
Any time traveler with a little knowledge of the history of the late Ming Dynasty comes to the end of Wanli, takes the initiative to take root in Songjiang, and goes through all the famous people who are in season in his mind, and will not miss the Li De. Not too far away, Lu Xiangsheng of Yixing would only be awarded Jinshi during the Tianqi period.
At first glance, he looks like a small-town problem solver, but in fact he is an all-rounder who is not lacking in both literature, skills and military skills.
That is Qingtian, who is able to fight against evil forces for the safety of the people when he is a Jinshi or a local official for the first time.
He was a ruthless man who wore the robes of a civil servant, but could carry a gun and mount a horse, and used two thousand soldiers to fight against tens of thousands of bandits.
He was a tough man who refused to negotiate for peace and would fight the invaders to the end.
He was a hero who stood firm in the city and refused to surrender even after being framed by his own people.
He was a hero who, after the city was destroyed, regarded fame and fortune as dirt and sacrificed his life for his country.
That was, according to descendants, the last face of the Ming Empire.
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Lu Xiangsheng is seventeen years old this year. Although he is still too young to be revered as the "Jade-faced God of War" in the future, his eyes are shining and his body is majestic, but he already has a majestic appearance.
His ancestor was Lu Zhaolin, one of the "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty". A large family moved south to Yixing at the end of the Song Dynasty. During these three to four hundred years, many talented people emerged. Many of them passed the Jinshi examination and left home to become officials.
Therefore, children of the Lu family are accustomed to going to Yingtianfu to take the provincial examination, or visiting famous cities in Suzhou and Hangzhou.
Zheng Shoukuan followed his aunt's instructions and went to Zhangzhu Town, Yixing. When he explained his sincere invitation, although Lu Xiangsheng sounded a little weird at first, he looked carefully at the titles of the books listed by Zheng Shoukuan, including Liu Bowen's "A Hundred Battles" and Qi Shaobao's "The Strange Strategy of a Hundred Battles".
"Ji Xiao Xin Shu" was just that. Tang Shunzhi's "Wu Bian", Wang Shouren's "Military Symbols Control", and Hu Xianzhong's "Martial Arts Shenji" also had full engravings. I was immediately itchy.
Lu Xiangsheng's father, Lu Guolin, also had some of the heroic blood of his ancestors in the Tang Dynasty. He knew that his son loved the art of war in addition to his career. He also thought that there was still one and a half years until the autumn of Yingtian Mansion, so he agreed to let his son follow the Zheng family.
The young man came to Songjiang Mansion to find out what happened.
Now, Lu Xiangsheng sees what he sees.
The school, the students, the attic, the book collection, the businessman "Miss Zheng" who is dedicated to Grandpa Yue, and the young lady beside her who has a good background but became a private school teacher, are all real.
The last bit of doubt in his heart also disappeared.
It turns out that in the great Jiangnan, in addition to the Four Books and Five Classics, scientific examinations and undertakings, there is also such a wonderful little world.
This is a completely different world from Nanjing Imperial College, Wuxi Donglin Academy and Yixing Social Studies.
Lu Xiangsheng couldn't help but recall that when he was a child, there was a sandy land and a pond behind the official office of his grandfather who was the county magistrate. He often wore dolls from his neighbors, used bamboo branches as swords and guns, pebbles as cities, and paper boats as warships.
, simulate the land battle of Chanyuan and the battle of Huangtiandang during the Song Dynasty.
Today, the unique academy of Zheng's aunt and nephew, oh no, this school reminds him of the sandy land and ponds of those days.
The future God of War's cheeks were no longer hot. He asked bluntly: "Miss Zheng, can Lu live here for half a month?"
Zheng Haizhu said with a smile: "Young master, you can stay as long as you like. When you read at night, just be careful about the candles. If you are called upon during your daily life and traveling, you can ask me, my nephew, to keep you safe, or ask Cao to take care of things."
She paused, glanced at the square scarf on Lu Xiangsheng's head, and then said: "Young Master is already a scholar. I guess he will go to Yingtian Mansion in Qiuwei next year, right? Our Mr. Yao's husband, Mr. Huang, the official of our government, left last year."
Jinshi, if you want to ask for advice about your career, you can also visit me."
Because Zheng Haizhu had publicized the family background of the Yixing Lu family beforehand, the Yao family felt that they were remarkable people at first glance. The eldest son Huang Zongxi was currently educated in Dong Qichang's private school. The Yao family, who was quite picky about the character of men, was very concerned about the Dong family.
The third generation son has a frivolous and dandy attitude, and he even talks to his husband about his disdain for the Dong family, but has become anxious several times.
The Mr. Lu in front of me is very attractive. As the eldest brother to lead Zong Xi, he is really the best choice.
Yao then smoothly took over Zheng Haizhu's words and issued a sincere invitation to Lu Xiangsheng: "My husband is a disciple of Donglin Academy. Since the young master is coming from Yixing, he must come to Yixing for a light meal."
Lu Xiangsheng hurriedly returned the courtesy and responded.
Zheng Haizhu thought to himself, this is right.
As a descendant of the future, my writings cannot express the turmoil in the storm, my poems can become weeping ghosts and gods, and my martial arts cannot calmly search for white feathers, which are lost in the stone edges.
What I can do is not only rely on a bit of God's perspective to build friendships with you elites of the late Ming Dynasty in advance.
Zheng Haizhu then became more and more interested in pulling strings and said to Lu Xiangsheng: "Sir, as Grandpa Yue said, he is devoted to the art of war and martial arts. Then there is an even more coincidental thing. There is a famous general in Sichuan and Shu.
We will be arriving in Songjiang in the next two days. Young Master, would you like to meet me together?"
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