Yu Mingyang wore clean student robes and carried a bamboo bookcase, walking along a flat and winding mountain road to the high east platform of Taiyang Academy.
The East Terrace is a high ground next to the main hall in the academy. Three wooden structures with wide entrance halls are built above it. This is also the place where the academy teaches some unique knowledge.
Yu Mingyang's major is Anshan Aboriginal Language. This is one of the few majors that needs to be called by the capital after graduation, because all his tuition fees are paid by the Duhufu.
If nothing unexpected happens, after a few years of studying in the Academy, he will be sent by the Protectorate to be an envoy to an indigenous tribe near the Anshan Mountains, responsible for managing trade and maintaining the relationship between a certain tribe and the Protectorate.
relationship between.
He was prepared for this, but he never expected that just a few days after entering school, he would be transferred here to learn another unheard of indigenous language.
Because it was related to his future, he was quite uneasy and didn't know whether this matter was good or bad for him.
After walking onto the east stage, he followed the stone path surrounded by flowers to the outside of the academy. Here stood two rows of academy guards, each of whom was armed with a spear.
Seeing him coming, someone immediately came up to check the name of the document, and after some rigorous questioning, he was let in.
Yu Mingyang stepped onto the steps and saw an open door with five pillars in front of him. He first changed his shoes at the signal of the assistant outside, and then walked in.
Once inside, I found that this building has a unique structure. There are no columns in the hall. It is spacious and bright, with a broad view. You can directly see the majestic Anshan snow peaks outside.
Walking on the smooth floor, he felt as if he was above the clouds and on a level with them, which made him feel much more relaxed.
There are six rows of short tables placed vertically and horizontally in the schoolroom, spaced just enough for one person to walk by. Next to the tables are incense burners to warm hands and bamboo shelves for storage.
At this time, he saw a slender girl sitting here. Although the teacher had not arrived yet, her small body was still upright when she was sitting there.
He did not dare to be rude, so when he came to the front, he bowed his hands and said: "A lady is polite, and a student will be famous."
When the girl saw him, she also stood up, gave him a blessing, and said: "Young Master, you are polite, my disciple An Chu'er."
Only then did Yu Mingyang notice that his pupils were slightly golden, and it was not difficult to tell that he had Anren blood.
However, there is nothing unusual about his face, because most people who learn indigenous languages are of mixed race, and Tianxia people like him are rare.
He looked around, chose a seat slightly toward the back, sat down, placed all his things, and waited quietly for his husband to arrive.
After a while, the noise outside gradually started, and some boys and girls came in one after another. They were all very polite and greeted each other.
The originally empty school hall was injected with a lot of life due to the arrival of these students.
A short, fat man sat down next to Yu Mingyang. He had a ruddy complexion, fair skin, and was as tender as dough. When he saw Yu Mingyang, he grinned, cupped his hands and said, "Duan Neng."
Yu Mingyang also cupped his hands and said: "Yu Mingyang."
Duan Neng said: "Brother Yu, what degree did you major in before coming here?"
Yu Mingyang replied: "An Renyu."
Duan Neng's eyes widened and he said, "That's awesome, Brother Yu."
Yu Mingyang was startled. This was the first time someone praised him like this. He said modestly: "It's just a small talk."
"No, no, no," Duan Neng came over, patted his shoulder, winked at him, and said, "Brother Yu, I will rely on you when you come down."
Yu Mingyang said hurriedly: "Brother Duan is serious."
At this moment, everyone suddenly heard thumping footsteps, and then a girl with a delicate face and slightly golden eyes rushed in.
She was petite, but she walked aggressively. She was wearing a traditional Tianxia lady's dress, with a forehead ornament on her forehead and silk gloves on her hands. At this time, she was suddenly called to a halt, so she impatiently
He took off the short knife from his waist and threw it to the people outside, then walked towards the lesson desk.
She ignored the people around her and walked directly to the front and sat down.
Yu Mingyang took a careful look outside the school, only to find that a dozen tall attendants appeared there, which were obviously brought by the girl.
He thought to himself that this girl was obviously of Anren blood, but she could lead her guards around the Taiyang Academy. There seemed to be only one such person in the Protectorate...
Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat and he immediately looked away, not daring to look any further.
Duan Neng saw the girl appear, but he grinned, took out his handkerchief, wiped his sweat, and muttered: "Why is she here too?"
Suddenly there was a sound of broken jade colliding from outside, and an assistant immediately said: "Silence, sir is here."
All the students stopped talking, stood up from their seats, and stood respectfully, waiting for the teacher to arrive.
Zhang Yu walked into the school from the teacher's door outside with slow and powerful steps, and stood at the teacher's seat. He glanced around and saw a total of nineteen students below. They were not many, but judging from their temperament and
In terms of posture, it can be seen that they have different origins and have different status.
He has known for a long time that those who come to learn this language are either talented or have a great background and want to gain certain benefits in it.
When the students saw Zhang Yu, they felt stunned. They thought that the person who taught them the indigenous language today would be an old scholar, but this teacher was completely different from what they imagined. His appearance was different.
If a painting depicts an immortal, his aura is as high as the clouds. He is so awe-inspiring that he cannot look directly at him. His eyes are everywhere, which will immediately make their hearts beat fast and they will lower their heads unconsciously.
"Um?"
Zhang Yu suddenly discovered that besides these students and the attendants outside, there was another person nearby.
As soon as his mind changed, he understood, but he didn't say much. He looked at the audience and said: "My name is Zhang Yu, and I am here to teach the 'Jianzhao language'. All gentlemen and ladies, please sit down."
At this moment, all the students bowed their hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Sir." Then they all sat down.
Zhang Yu stretched out his sleeves and sat down on the teacher's desk.
He moved the teaching ruler and took the roster in his hand. It had the faces and names of the students present. He looked down and saw that there were only eighteen people, one missing.
He checked it and knew immediately that the missing person was the girl sitting in the front. She should have brought the attendants outside. Although no one said it clearly in advance, he could already guess from their dress and pomp.
to its identity.
But since he goes to his school, he has to follow his rules. This is also the right given to him by the school.
His eyes moved to the girl, who was sizing him up. She was startled when he glanced over at him, and lowered her head hurriedly. However, she felt that she was showing too much weakness, so she immediately raised her chest and raised her head in dissatisfaction.
Stared back.
Zhang Yu ignored her little thoughts and said quietly: "Lady, what is your name?"
"Why should I tell you?" This sentence just went through the girl's mind, and she still said honestly: "Yang Ying."
Zhang Yuwei nodded, checked the roster, and called out the names of the remaining students one by one. The students who were called responded immediately.
However, an "acquaintance" was also found here. The girl I met at Wenxuan Hall last time was also here. The name on the roster read "An Chu'er".
After calling everyone's names, he roughly understood each person's character from their answers.
He put down the roster, and first read out the school rules and the rules everyone must abide by when he was teaching.
After explaining all this, he officially started teaching.
"Before learning the Hardclaw language, you need to first understand the gods of the Hardclaw tribe. In the next three days, I will start with the myths and legends of this tribe."
He first mentioned this not to deliberately slow down the progress, but the emergence of indigenous gods is often closely related to the living environment of the ancestors. Understanding myths and legends is also to understand their historical changes.
In the previous inquiry, why did Qiu Xueling first ask how the Heaven and Earth people of the Hard Claw tribe communicated instead of asking other questions?
Because he was asking about the origin. Only in this way could he know what the cultural foundation of the Hard Claw tribe was.
Even if there are enough samples, he can roughly infer the regional environment where these indigenous people first lived, the approximate production and lifestyle, and the evolution they have undergone.
Yang Ying said proudly: "We Tianxia people never rely on God, we rely on ourselves!"
"That's right, what is a god? The skin is peeled off to make a god's robe!"
"Yes, why should we learn their language and let them learn ours!"
Someone immediately started shouting from below.
Zhang Yuzhao said: "That's right, you are ambitious."
Yang Ying's face was suddenly filled with pride, but Zhang Yu's next sentence made her stunned.
"Yang Ying interrupted for no reason and disturbed the order of the school. She will receive a demerit."
"I don't accept it!"
Yang Ying was so angry that she wanted to shout this out, but she had just suffered a loss and she still had a memory, so she could only mutter angrily in her heart:
"Why am I the only one?"
Zhang Yu didn't pay attention to her little mood and began to slowly tell the origin myth of the Hard Claw tribe.
In fact, the students present have heard countless myths and legends of tribes near the Anshan Mountains. They are nothing more than creation, disaster, conflict, reproduction, and salvation. After that, they are a series of half-human and half-god heroes who have been tested and experienced. In addition to
Some details are roughly the same.
But the specifics of these things depend on who is talking about them.
Zhang Yu has the skill of "rhyme", and his speaking voice is very enjoyable to listen to, making those complicated and difficult-to-pronounce names of gods less repulsive.
Not only that, he told a creation myth that originally looked very ordinary, so that it was so exciting and passionate that all the students were involved in the situation unconsciously. Not only them, but also the attendants outside were affected by this.
, and also listened to God.
When the sound of broken jade could be heard outside, I suddenly realized that the lecture was over.
Everyone felt unfinished for a while.
Zhang Yudao: "That's it for this lecture. All of you have to go back and write down what I said today to see how much you have remembered. Then give it to me one by one tomorrow."
Since you have taught students, of course you have to leave homework. This is also your responsibility to the students.
"What? There's still homework?"
Yang Ying slapped the table and stood up with raised eyebrows.
Zhang Yu glanced at her and said quietly: "Sit down."
Yang Ying's face suddenly turned red, her eyes widened, she clenched her fists, groaned twice, and then... she sat down.
Several attendants stood outside, but they looked ahead and pretended not to hear.
Zhang Yudao: "The class is over, it's not your fault. Remember the rules and don't break them again next time." After saying that, he unfolded his sleeves, stood up, and walked out.
He had just walked out of the school, but he heard urgent footsteps chasing after him, as well as the sound of gasping, so he stopped and looked back and said, "An Chu'er, what's the matter?"
An Chuer ran up to him, bowed solemnly to him first, then handed him an umbrella in his hand, and said gratefully: "Sir, do you still remember that you lent the student an umbrella that day?
I want to find an opportunity to return it to sir."
Zhang Yu glanced at the umbrella and said, "It hasn't rained these days, so why don't you always keep the umbrella with you?"
An Chuer nodded seriously and said: "Yes, the student doesn't know where the husband lives, so he just thought that if he met him one day, he could return the umbrella."
Zhang Yu took the umbrella over and said, "I just noticed that you are the most attentive student in the school.
An Chuer felt happy when she was praised and said seriously: "Sir, I will continue to work hard."
"Well, that's good. Remember to do your homework."
After Zhang Yu said these words, he walked along the ramp to the bottom of the platform.
At this time, in the hall separated by a wall from the school, a handsome young man walked out. He looked at Zhang Yuyuan's retreating figure, smiled slightly, and walked off the platform from another direction.
He arrived at a secluded house in the southwest of the academy. After greeting the assistant in front of the door, he walked without any hindrance into a garden full of fragrant fragrance.
Qiu Xueling was watering the flowers here at the moment. When he heard his footsteps approaching, he asked without looking back, "How are you doing?"
The young man stood behind him, clasped his hands together, and said, "Teacher, this assistant teacher Zhang is very good at teaching. While speaking the language, he also analyzes the cultural sources behind it thoroughly, making it easy to understand."
Qiu Xueling said: "Very good."
The young man asked at this time: "Teacher, do you need the students to repeat what they said today?"
Qiu Xueling waved his hand and said: "It's not necessary. My original plan was to get the language of the Hard Claw tribe from him, and then communicate with that tribe first, so that we can leave him alone. But since
Now that he has the upper hand, everyone knows that this language was taught from him, so there is no point in continuing. You just need to listen carefully and try to replace it when you have formal communication with the Hardclaw tribe.
good.
The young man smiled and said: "Yes, teacher, the students will work hard."