Early in the morning on July 22nd, Zhang Yuan asked Zhang Dai, the eldest brother of Xizhang, to accompany him to the social science school behind Fuxue Palace to study as a teacher. Xiao Xinu Wuling was carrying a big basket with four colors of fresh vegetables and rice.
A brick of cake, a pot of wine, and two pounds of meat are the formal gifts for becoming a disciple.
At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang issued an edict to establish a social school. Every fifty families were required to establish a social school so that children from good families could study. Social schools were all government-run. Books such as the Four Books and Five Classics were free. Social studies teachers were provided by local counties.
When employed by the order, the salary is also paid by the county office. Students generally do not need to pay fees except for the first apprenticeship, which requires Zhili.——
In Yongle, during the Xuande period, sociology flourished most. It was said that "every family has the sound of reciting strings, and everyone has the ambition to become a successful person." Zhu Yuanzhang won the hearts of scholars all over the world through the imperial examination. However, after Jiajing, private schools began to rise, and some states and counties
The social studies in Shaoxing Prefecture have gradually fallen into disuse. Shaoxing Prefecture is a place where the literary style flourishes and social studies are well-run. Shanyin County alone has nearly 200 social studies. In recent years, the social studies behind the Fu Xue Palace have become
With the guidance of good teachers, there are more Confucian students who have passed the examination than other social studies students, so there are more than forty Confucian students who come here to study, while the average social studies students only have one or twenty——
The Shexue School behind the Fuxue Palace is located on the left bank of the Fu River, only one mile away from Zhang Yuan's home. It was originally a temple, and the gods enshrined were unknown people. During the Jiajing period, the obscene temple was destroyed, and the temple was renamed the Shexue School.
Entering from the gate is a small square courtyard. The Master of Social Studies is already standing by the door of the school waiting for the newly admitted Confucian boy. He is a thin middle-aged man with fair face, sparse beard and dull eyes. Zhang Yuan bows to him.
During the salute, the monk even yawned. After receiving the apprenticeship gift from Zhang Yuan, his face showed a smile. Well, the meat and vegetables are still fresh.
Newly admitted Confucian boys must be accompanied by their father and elder brothers to visit the Master. Zhang Yuan's father is not at home, and Zhang Yuan has no brothers. He can only invite his elder brother Zhang Dai to come. When Zhang Dai saw the yawning Master, he was stunned and bowed and asked: "So, so
It’s Brother Zhaoxia, is Mr. Zeng no longer here?” I thought: “Zhou Zhaoxia can also be a private school teacher!”
Naturally, the newly arrived master Zhou Zhaoxia would not fail to recognize the child prodigy Zhang Dai. Both of them are students in the county, and Zhou Zhaoxia has been a student for 20 years. He laughed and said: "The eldest son, the wise brother, Shaohui, Shaohui, that Zeng
My mother died of illness and went home to attend the funeral. The scholars here are being taught by Brother Yu for the time being."
Zhang Dai looked at his brother Zhang Yuan, smiled, and said: "Jiezi, then you can study with brother Zhaoxia for two days. I can't stay any longer. I will go to the martial arts world tomorrow."
Zhou Zhaoxia said: "My eldest son, my dear brother, is going to take the provincial examination. I wish you good luck in high school. My brother Yu is not interested in fame now and only takes enlightenment as his career."
Zhang Yuandao: "When will the eldest brother leave tomorrow? Can I see him off?"
Zhang Dai waved his hand: "No, you should study in social studies and don't be like Yan Ke." After saying that, he shook his head and smiled, and left.
Although Zhang Yuan felt that his elder brother Zhang Dai's demeanor was a bit strange, he couldn't figure out why.
Zhou Zhaoxia led Zhang Yuan into the school. The school was spacious and used to be a temple. Now there were dozens of tables and chairs, but only a dozen students were sitting there sparsely. When they saw Zhang Yuan coming in, they looked over curiously.
Dingyi was among them. He stood up and called out: "Brother Jiezi."
A scholar boy next to him asked Zhang Dingyi: "What do you call him, ring? Does his family own a ring and jewelry shop?"
Another scholar chuckled and said: "I am so big that I came to study. I must be sixteen years old. Hehe, he looks so stupid standing there."
Zhang Yuan also felt that he was a bit stupid. The youngest scholar here was only seven or eight years old, and most were twelve or three years old. There was one who looked older than him, but he was dumbfounded——
Zhang Yuan thought: "Should I start from the first grade of elementary school?"
"Quiet, quiet -"
Master Zhou Zhaoxia slapped the tree awake, and then introduced Zhang Yuan to the students. Zhang Yuan bowed to all the students twice, and the students returned the bow. That was it, and he didn't say anything about Confucius or the sika deer.
Zhou Zhaoxia called Zhang Yuan aside and asked, "Have you read the Three Character Classic?"
When entering social studies for the first time, those under the age of eight first study "Three Character Classic", then "Hundred Family Surnames", and then "Thousand-Character Essay". Zhou Zhaoxia looked at this picture and it turns out that he only entered social studies when he was fifteen years old. I am afraid he was naughty and mischievous when he was young.
I am willing to study, so I ask this question.
Zhang Yuan replied: "Students have read the Four Books and Five Classics. When entering social studies, they ask the teacher for advice on craftsmanship."
Zhou Zhaoxia said "Oh", as if he didn't believe it, and said: "Then let me test you, are Yao and Shun one person or two people?"
What kind of question is this? Zhang Yuan answered patiently: "They are two people, one is named Yao and the other is Shun."
Zhou Zhaoxia asked again: "Is Tantai Mieming one person or two people?"
Tantai Mieming was one of the seventy-two disciples of Confucius. His surname was Tantai and his given name was Ziyu. Because of his ugly appearance, he was disliked by Confucius and refused to teach him. Tantai Mieming worked hard to teach himself and eventually became a great sage. He said, "Judge people by their appearance."
", Lost Ziyu" refers to the destruction of Ming Dynasty in Tantai.
For Zhang Yuan, who is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, asking such a question is simply contempt. Thinking of the strange look on his elder brother Zhang Dai's face just now, his heart moved and he replied: "They are definitely two people."
Zhou Zhaoxia did not burst into laughter. It seemed that Zhang Yuan's wrong answer was expected by him. Well, this question is too difficult. You can't blame Zhang Yuan. He said: "Don't aim too high. Just start from the "Three Character Classic" and read it honestly.
Is art so easy to learn? You should study for five years and then learn to make art. This is your book. Keep it safe and go back to your seat. It is over there, in the third row from the left."
Zhang Yuan sat down holding the thin illustrated volume of the "Three Character Classic", and heard his mentor Zhou Zhaoxia yawning and saying: "It's a good time to study. Ask each other the words you don't know. I will come to check them later. Remember,
Read silently." Dusting off his sleeves, he walked into the adjacent room and never came out again.
Zhang Ding moved over to sit next to Zhang Yuan and said with a low smile: "Sir has gone to sleep, just don't wake him up."
Zhang Yuan rolled his eyes and asked, "When did this gentleman come?"
Zhang Dingyi said: "I've been here for half a month. This gentleman is nice and doesn't care much about us. The original Mr. Zeng was extremely strict."
Zhang Yuan asked: "Didn't you say that there are more than thirty students here? Why - Oh, I understand, as soon as Mr. Zhou comes, the good students leave, and you are the only ones left."
Zhang Dingyi said with a smile: "We are not bad either. We go out early and come home late every day to study, hehe."
It is Zhengchen now, the red sun is shining in the east, the light in the private school is bright, the wind is blowing from the Fu River, carrying water vapor with a slightly earthy smell, the weather is neither cold nor hot, this is a good time to study, but watching the private school
The students in the dormitory were either whispering to each other, or scribbling on paper, some were flipping over in the open space, and some were holding small slingshots and shooting paper bullets everywhere——
Zhang Yuan had sensitive ears and heard faint snoring in the neighboring room, so he asked Zhang Dingyi: "Does this person named Zhou sleep during the day?"
Zhang Dingyi stuck out his tongue: "Brother Jiezi, you are so brave, you dare to call Mr. Zhou like that - Mr. Zhou doesn't always sleep during the day. Sometimes he plays horse crane at night and sleeps during the day. Mr. Zhou loves to play.
Horse crane."
Zhang Yuan knows that Ma Diao is the predecessor of Mahjong. Isn’t this Mr. Diao a misguided disciple?
With a "plop" sound, a ball of paper was shot on the back of Zhang Yuan's head. Zhang Yuan turned around and saw several teenage boys sitting upright. I don't know who shot him.
Zhang Dingyi pointed at one of them and said: "Brother Jie, it was him, Li Zhu, Li Zhu who shot you."
Zhang Yuan stood up. Li Zhu thought Zhang Yuan was going to beat him, so he quickly jumped out of his seat and ran away screaming.
"What's the fuss about?"
With a loud shout, Master Zhou Zhaoxia came out angrily. People who are disturbed by their sleep addiction are irritable. Zhou Zhaoxia grabbed Li Zhu who had surrendered to the trap, dragged him to the desk, and wanted to beat Li Zhu with a ruler.
Li Zhu shouted: "Sir, sir, it's not me. It's the new Zhang Yuan who wants to hit me. Zhang Yuan also calls you, sir, Zhou. Isn't it rude?"
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