Lu Chen drank the wine and threw the empty wine bottle into the stream outside the window. It drifted away with the water. As expected, it would be picked up by a new river god downstream who knew the goods and put it in his pocket.
You, Gao Niang, and the young Yinguan are drinking buddies, and Chen Ping'an and I are Taoist buddies, so we are friends who have never met. A meeting gift that can be used to refine water transport is not disrespectful.
Turning around and smiling at Ning Ji, he said, "Mr. Chen will be teaching students soon. Please follow me to the outside of the school to see some interesting things."
There was a string of bells hanging under the eaves outside the house, and a long rope hung down. The end of the rope was about the same height as Chen Ping'an's stretched arm. Master Lu was really short of hands and was about to ring the bell, but Ning Ji stopped him. Lu Chen laughed.
They couldn't hear it except you and me. Seeing that the young man insisted on his own opinion, Lu Chen had to give up and took the young man to see another object and asked if he knew what it was? Ning Ji couldn't tell clearly, so Lu Chen started to introduce it. It turned out that Chen
Ping An made a simple sundial with his own hands outside the school, engraved with the characters of the twelve earthly branches, and used the shadow of the sun to keep time. There are twelve hours in a day, and one hour is eight quarters.
It's just that it's not possible to confirm the time on a rainy day, so Chen Ping'an asked Zhao Shuxia to say hello and remind him at certain important nodes.
Lu Chen stretched out a finger, pressed the sun shadow on the sundial, and began to move. The sun shadow quickly shifted with Teacher Lu's finger.
Ning Ji subconsciously turned to look at the school. The scene in the room was like a book with pages turned quickly. When Lu Chen took back his finger, the scene froze and everything returned to normal.
Then Lu Chen walked into Chen Ping'an's house. Although Ning Ji was curious, he just stood at the door. He couldn't stop Master Lu. The young man could always suppress his curiosity.
Lu Chen looked at the stacks of books on the table. At least half of them were the first manuscripts compiled by Chen Pingan himself. He smiled knowingly. It seemed that Chen Pingan used beginner books for opening and enlightenment in this village school. Not only Yamashita
The commonly used Sanbaiqianhe "Longwen Whip Shadow" and "Yuxue Qionglin" are the Mongolian books commonly used in schools under the mountain.
Walking in the long river of time, the young man wading in the water was completely unaware and did not even feel the slightest dizziness.
It can be seen from this that the tenacity of Ning Ji's skin-skinned soul is extremely outstanding.
Lu Chen walked out of the room, shook his wrist, and held a pocket sundial in his palm, handing it to Ning Ji, "Next, you will control the speed of time."
Ningji shook his head.
Lu Chen smiled and said: "Ning Ji, remember one thing, whether you have it or not and whether you use it or not are two completely different things."
Ning Ji hesitated for a moment and thanked Master Lu. The young man carefully took the sundial. It was a bit lighter than expected.
Then Ning Ji asked: "Master Lu, can you make time go slower or go back?"
Lu Chen secretly praised the young man for his ability to draw inferences from one example. He nodded and said calmly, "Of course, it's just a small skill that a mountain god knows. It's not worth mentioning. You don't have to admire the poor Taoist's methods at all."
The young man clicked his tongue. Are all the gods on the mountain so powerful?
Lu Chen was gloating over his misfortune. After all, he was probably not his direct disciple, so he could only cheat him. One day in the future, when the young man knew that Chen Ping'an couldn't even control a long river of time, he would look at him with big eyes and small eyes.
When Lu Chen thinks about this scene now, he finds it interesting, exciting and interesting!
In the school, some children's hands and fingernails were full of dirt.
There are also those whose families are poor, whose hands are covered with calluses at a young age, who don’t wear shoes, or those who are better off and wear a new pair of shoes when they enter school.
There are those who are very active by nature, as if they don’t have butts. In class, they either like to roll around or tease the people sitting next to them.
Standing at the door, Ning Ji was a little afraid to enter the school.
Lu Chen stood aside, raised one leg and put it on the window sill, bending over and pressing his leg.
Ning Ji asked in a low voice: "Why doesn't Master Wu use his real name?"
He never dared to speak with a normal voice. The young man always felt that he would disturb Daoist Wu's lectures.
Lu Chen said with a smile: "This habit is not very good. It is not fair enough. When I walk around the world, I don't always say that I can do it without changing my name or my surname. As a friend, I have to give Chen Ping'an good advice if he turns around."
"Wu Di, whose homophonic pronunciation is invincible, the origin of this pseudonym, comes from the fact that he and a good friend once visited the Suoyun Sect, which is a sect with the prefix of the sect in Luzhou, Beiju. It is relatively well-established. At the gate of the mountain,
Over there, he came up with an impromptu idea and called himself Chen Haoren, with the Taoist name "Wudi". He said that he liked to walk on a straight road and wanted to move the ancestral mountain blocking the road of Suoyun Sect. Listen and see, what do you think?
When the concierge of Suoyun Sect hears such bastard words, do you want to beat him up?"
Ning Ji said: "Taoist Master Wu always has his own reasons for doing things."
Lu Chen smiled knowingly, "What a coincidence, his friend's name is Liu Jinglong. At that time, he said that he was his disciple, so he changed his name as well. He didn't have a nickname for the time being, so he called him Liu Lili. A person will believe that good people will be rewarded in this life.
Chen Haoren, Liu Lili, who is very patient in reasoning and firmly believes that he can always make things right when he talks to others. If we focus on the key points, wouldn't he be a good person who can talk good reasons? In this way, it is indeed a beautiful vision. "
Ning Ji said: "If Mr. Lu is traveling abroad, he doesn't need a pseudonym?"
Lu Chen intertwined the fingers of his hands, raised them high above his head, repeatedly pressed his legs sideways, and said with a smile: "I prefer to use my real name when I go out, but most people just forget it, even if they know that there is such a thing as 'Lu Chen' in the world.
The high-ranking figures will probably not take it seriously. Some people have heard that as long as the poor Taoist does not want them to think too much, they will not be able to think too much about Bai Yujing and Master Lu. There are only a handful of monks on the top of the mountain.
We are friends who have known each other for a long time, so there is no need for Pindao to hide his identity."
"As for the origin of the traces."
Lu Chen pointed to the willow Yiyi in the distance, "You see, every winter turns to spring, new willow branches are pruned, and the scenery is familiar. The traces of the past, the traces of the past, are somewhat sad and reminiscing. Life
Going around in circles is like grinding an ox, stepping on the old traces step by step. Don’t say anything again when you go, it’s so bitter and sad.”
Having said this, Lu Chen felt proud, narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "If you read more in the future, you will find an interesting thing. If you really want to think about it, the term "Chen Ji" actually originated from Pindao's "Tianyun Chapter".
Ning Ji, let me tell you not to brag. In the past six thousand years, there have been several worlds. It doesn’t matter who they are or what their background is. As long as they have some knowledge, each family will write a book and make a statement. If there is a person mentioned the most in the book,
If those who do good things can make a summary, then Pindao will definitely be ranked among the top three, not to mention firmly ranked first. Even in the Buddhist koans, there are many quotes from Pindao, which are used to make points."
Having said this, Lu Chen patted his belly and said, "There is no better place to eat in the world. Are you hungry?"
Just as Ning Ji was about to shake his head, his stomach began to growl in disgrace. It seemed that Director Lu had reminded him, and the young man realized how hungry he was.
Lu Chen put away his legs and ran to the yellow mud stove that was also used to store sundries and where martial artist Zhao Shu made a floor. He started tinkering on his own and soon made two large bowls.
After handing a bowl of wontons to Ning Ji, Lu Chen sat on the threshold of the kitchen with a celadon wine pot at his feet, which contained the bayberry shochu brewed last year. While eating the wontons and taking a sip of the wine, Lu Chen's cheeks bulged.
, tapped the mouth of the bowl lightly with chopsticks, and asked with a smile: "Ning Ji, do you think studying can be used as food?"
The young man squatted aside, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other. Hearing Daozhang Lu's question, he quickly swallowed the innermost wonton and said, "Now that the world is better, if you have skills, I believe you can always have enough to eat and clothing to keep warm."
Lu Chen lowered his chopsticks like flying, wolfed down the food, picked up the last wonton from the bowl, and said with a smile: "In the past, there was a very powerful Taoist cultivator on your Aquarius Island, a sword cultivator with a clear Taoist heart, named Li
Tuan Jing, he has a very interesting saying, saying that in today's world, the reason why qigong practitioners are masters on the mountain is because God rewards food for eating. The qigong practitioner is just this bowl, which seems to be the largest. The food in the bowl, but
It turns wontons into the aura of heaven and earth. If God had used a different approach at the beginning, such as who was the best at weaving straw sandals, who had the best craftsmanship, and who was the master, then it would be a different situation."
Ning Ji wondered: "Why is Master Lu telling me these great principles?"
Lu Chen drank the remaining soup in the bowl, burped, put the empty bowl at his feet, put the chopsticks on the bowl, picked up the pot of green plum shochu, and took a big sip of the strong liquor. The Taoist priest suddenly shivered and laughed.
Said: "We always do too much and think too little. We eat too much and have nothing to do when we are full. Therefore, in the eyes of the poor Taoist master, what is a Taoist? He only has 'more than enough to serve the world'."
Ning Ji asked tentatively: "Is it like I was hungry but my hands were empty, and Director Lu was kind enough to make a bowl of wontons for me?"
Lu Chen let out a sigh and said with surprise on his face: "Is the young man so enlightened?"
Ning Ji hesitated for a moment, "But the ingredients and the kitchen belong to Taoist Wu."
Lu Chen suddenly laughed loudly, and finally suppressed his laughter. He raised his head and drank the bayberry shochu in one go. Then he turned to blink at the young man and said, "Then you feel that you are between being hungry and having a good meal. How can you be so poor?"
What have you done?"
Ningji subconsciously glanced at the empty bowl at Riku Daochang's feet and the pair of chopsticks placed on it, then looked at the bowl and chopsticks in his hands. The young man shook his head, feeling that the answer in his heart was wrong after all.
"Lending money is like giving, and collecting debt is like asking for money."
Lu Chen smiled and said, "This has happened since ancient times."
Ning Ji didn't think too much, and he couldn't figure it out anyway. He just put away Lu Daochang's bowls and chopsticks, walked into the kitchen, cleaned them first, and then put the bowls and chopsticks back into the cupboard and bamboo tube respectively.
Lu Chen put his hands on his sleeves and turned his head to stare at the man wearing a green shirt over at the school.
The school starts on time every day at the middle of the day, and the morning class memorizes, which lasts two and a quarter hours, which can be regarded as reviewing the past and learning the new.
Children who are late will be punished by standing against the wall in the classroom. If they do it too many times, they will be slapped on a wooden board and hit with a ruler three times. Among them, those children who are playful, forgetful, and have not completed their homework will be punished by standing
In addition to the ruler and ruler, there is a special table and stool at the back for them to catch up on their homework before returning to their seats.
The seats in the school are divided into three rows according to age groups, namely those aged six to eight, eight to ten, and those above ten.
There are more than a dozen children, each with their own desks and benches. Because there are not many students, it does not seem crowded.
Chen Ping'an was sitting on a chair, facing the Mongolian children, seemingly closing his eyes and concentrating, but in fact he was listening carefully to the different sounds of the three rows of children reading.
Lu Chen smiled and asked: "Ning Ji, do you know what the sound of books is?"
The young man shook his head.
"If you are a scholar and a scholar, you should naturally read each word word by word when reading."
Lu Chen leaned against the window sill, put his hands in his sleeves, and explained with a smile: "The original meaning is the sound of metal and stone hitting each other. The quality is like a clear chime and the sound is like a solitary tung tree. The sound is like a pristine rock and a peak." Later generations felt that this stack of words had a real meaning.
Beautiful is used to describe the pleasant sound of reading, and now it is."
For three different age groups, Chen Pingan will teach different levels of lessons.
For example, in yesterday's school teaching and this morning's endorsement, if the child feels that he has memorized it well, he can raise his hand to indicate that Chen Ping'an will ask him to come to his side and check that the recited content is accurate. If he passes it, let him
Meng Tong himself repeated the rough meaning of the passage he had memorized. At that moment, it seemed as if the identities of the teacher and the student were reversed.
If the words are fluent and roughly correct, Chen Pingan will nod and let the child return to his seat. If Meng Tong only endorses the words accurately, but the meaning is still not accurate enough, or there are omissions in the content, Chen Pingan will help correct and check for omissions.
Fill in the gaps and let the child go back and continue reciting.
In the past few days, Lu Chen, who had not bothered Ning Ji watching the time scene, finally reminded him: "Ning Ji, don't underestimate Meng Tong's re-teaching. This is the essence of both teaching and learning. In the future,
This all depends on whether students can make a career after leaving school, or even whether they can develop new ideas, come up with original ideas, and stand up for the sages."
The teacher teaches the book, then the teacher endorses it, and then the teacher reverses the status and repeats the lecture. The student talks and the teacher listens.
There is a sequence here, and there is a sequence. This means that knowing what is happening, knowing why it is happening, and knowing the sequence is the shortest way.
Ning Ji said: "Master Lu will also give lectures at Bai Yujing's side, right?"
Lu Chen smiled and said, "I'm too lazy, I do it occasionally. On the 12th floor of Baiyujing's five cities, there are too many smart people, and there is almost no stupid person. This is the reason why I don't want to preach."
In terms of the breadth and depth of knowledge, apart from a handful of people in the human world for thousands of years, the only difference between everyone and Lu Chen is one Lu Chen.
Ning Ji didn't think much about it, just thinking that Master Lu thought those "gods" in Bai Yujing were smart enough not to need to listen to the lectures.
In fact, it's just the opposite. Just as Lu Chen once joked with Chen Ping'an, Cui Dongshan's sleeve is called "beating up stupid places", and his sleeves belong to "beating up smart places in the world".
After the morning class endorsement is over, the next step is the formal classes every day.
Chen Pingan first led the Meng children to read the "Study Book" for about half an hour. There were three rows of students, and the content of the readings was different. From the lowest age to the highest, Chen Pingan read in order.
For the remaining two groups of Meng children, they can read the books by themselves, or read books by themselves, but their voices should not be too loud. Read a hundred times, and the meaning will be apparent after reading a hundred times.
Of course, you can also listen to your teacher's lectures. For example, children aged six or seven, as long as they are interested, can listen to their teacher give lessons to students over ten years old.
Generally speaking, in rural villages, families do not have high expectations for their children to go to school. They just want their children to learn some words, be able to do accounting, and write a few couplets during the Chinese New Year.
. Therefore, ordinary school teachers usually follow a step-by-step process, asking the children to read, recite, and learn to write. The masters will explain the words and sentences word by word. In a school with good conditions, the teacher will first teach the students the rules of holding a pen and setting the wrist, and help them.
There are special printings and copybooks for handwriting and calligraphy. Over time, students can write by themselves. The teacher will teach calligraphy. In addition to the few Confucian classics officially recognized by the Confucian Temple and the imperial court, he will also read ancient Chinese part-time. At this time,
, you can start learning composition. In rural areas, the conditions are simple, and you can only make do with calligraphy classes. Most of them are charcoal, or stones with a texture similar to yellow mud, placed on a medium-sized block.
Use a thin bluestone board to write on for easy smearing and repeated use, or fill a wooden sandbox with a layer of fine sand from streams and rivers, and use tree branches or cut bamboos as pens.
Just like here, there is a green bamboo pen holder on every desk, filled with thin bamboo pens, and a square wooden box sand tray is placed in the desk drawer.
In addition, there is a thick book about the size of a palm with a strange title.
, is "The Book of No. 2", which is more than 3,000 words selected by Chen Ping'an from 3,000 and other enlightenment books. Each word is divided into several contents. A thick italic character, with
The pronunciation, meaning, and several common word combinations are marked in fine lowercase letters.
Ning Ji was a little bit greedy for the book "Fu Er Zi". Master Lu was considerate, so in addition to the pocket sundial, the young man had another book in his hand.
The young man asked: "Do you have to recognize so many words before leaving the school?"
Lu Chen smiled and said: "Of course, as long as you can recognize three or four thousand characters, what book can't you read in the future?"
The young man asked again: "Can you do it?"
Lu Chen said: "You can definitely do it. As for the children in this school who study hard, assuming they are enlightened at the age of six and study for five or six years, they can also recognize them. As for those who don't want to study, or that kind of
Indeed, it is difficult to say that he is a Mengtong who is born not suitable for studying."
The young man wanted to speak but stopped.
"That day" after school, Mr. Chen and the young man named Zhao Shuxia sat at the same table for dinner. Zhao Shuxia helped Ning Ji ask a question.
What should we do about those young men who just can’t read well?
Mr. Chen smiled and gave an answer. Studying is hard and studying is difficult, but there are many difficulties. It is not as difficult as "working hard" to be more difficult.
As long as you learn the word "hard work" in your young school life, you will have acquired a true duty and a real skill. No matter what profession you engage in in the future, you will have a skill. However, if you lose it early during the early school years when all your peers are suffering,
The word "hard work", what will it be difficult to do after leaving school in the future? Not to mention everyone, but most people, it is easy for them to like self-suggestion when encountering difficulties, feel lazy, unwilling to persist in something, and give up early
, this is really the beginning of everything.
At the dinner table, Chen Pingan suddenly asked: "Zhao Shuxia, do you think whether a person works hard is also a kind of talent?"
Zhao Shuxia thought carefully for a moment, but still seemed unable to give an answer, so he just said: "Sex is similar, but habits are far apart?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "If you are not strict in teaching, the teacher will be lazy. From tomorrow on, the blow will be harder."
Zhao Shuxia held it in for a long time and said: "Those girls in the school occasionally forget their homework. Why don't they see the master punish them? It seems they haven't even used the ruler."
They just went to the back to stand as usual, crying. When the master saw it, he immediately relented and quickly found a compromise. He asked them to recite a few sentences of a certain passage. Most of them were extremely difficult homework, and they passed the exam.
, they will be asked to return to their seats to read.
Chen Pingan glared and said: "They are girls after all. Besides, as you said, they just forget their homework occasionally. Can they be the same as those naughty boys?"
Zhao Shuxia remained silent and said casually, Master, why are you so impatient?
After reading "raw books" every day, the next step is to review "familiar books".
Since we are teaching children of three age groups separately, it takes about half an hour.
As a starting point for young children to learn, Chen Pingan not only teaches the Four Books and Five Classics, which is a bit rigid and follows the rules, but also teaches content in strict order. In addition, he also has a few carefully selected classics and passages from books that he feels are pure and rational.
The purpose of teaching is naturally to take the most profound and comprehensive books from the ancient sages, so these sentences or paragraphs do not need to be so step-by-step, they are all relatively simple and easy to understand sentences.
There is also a "Book of Filial Piety".
In between reading familiar books, Chen Pingan would also follow certain sentences and make some extensions to the point, and emphasize with the Meng children some basic etiquette of being a child and dealing with others.
"The word "Li" is easy to fail, but it is not as solid as the word "Li".
Lu Chen sat on the table on the back wall, holding the back of his head with both hands, and said with a smile: "Filial piety comes first. Ning Ji, have you noticed that there are many local ruffians and libertines who are fighting and killing no matter how hard they are outside?
When you get home, you either meet your father as soon as you see him, or you don't dare to be called an unfilial son no matter how notorious your reputation is. There are also some children who were particularly naughty when they were in school. When they grow up, they meet the old people on the road.
The teacher will still be respectful, and he may be willing to pinch his nose, bite the bullet, and accept a few words of instruction."
Ning Ji usually sits on the bench, upright, like a fugitive boy, listening carefully to Mr. Chen's lectures.
Ning Ji wondered: "Master Lu, is there a big difference between the course that was originally arranged by Mr. Chen?"
Previously, Professor Lu showed him a piece of paper that recorded the course schedule in detail. In many places, it was different from the currently implemented academic plan.
Lu Chen said with a smile: "He overturned it himself. To be precise, Chen Ping'an was planning to take it easy first. He probably thought that it would be too difficult to teach like this from the beginning, and Meng Tong would not be able to keep up with the progress. If he was not careful,
They easily lose interest in studying. Although studying in school is a very hard thing, if a teacher can make the children feel less boring at the beginning of teaching, of course it will be more boring.
alright."
Lu Chen flipped his wrist and took a book from the desk drawer of Chen Ping'an's residence and handed it to Ning Ji, "Let's see what's different."
Ning Ji opened the pages of this school reading book and found that in the blank space above, beside many words, there were many annotations written in small regular script. The content of the text was several times that of the reading book itself.
Lu Chen smiled and said: "This is the notebook used by Chen Ping'an to teach. Meng Tong will not know the thoughts and efforts of the teacher."
Ning Ji curiously asked: "Are all teachers in the world like this?"
Lu Chen said: "The thoughts and ideas are the same, but the time and effort are different."
Lu Chen shook his sleeves, threw out a stack of papers, and handed it to the young man, "This is the explanations and explanations of the Zhaoling calligraphy sage who is not a sage of the Confucian Temple but a sage, Master Xu. These scattered pages have not yet been compiled into a volume. They are
In the true sense, the manuscript is not the so-called original that was later published. You can keep it and don’t need to return it. You don’t need to ask what you want to do with it in the future. It’s all up to you. You can keep it or send it away as you like.
Don't be pretentious and think that you will not be rewarded for your efforts. I met you by chance, and I will definitely meet you again in the future."
Except for reading books and familiar books, there is not much difference. They just changed a few book lists. However, after that, Mr. Chen directly deleted the item "Teaching Books" on the paper and wrote "
The word "put on hold".
And the subsequent "reading", for example, the earliest curriculum formulated by Mr. Chen, is to read a certain person's general knowledge, examine the differences, observe provincial records, and cultivate correct examples of literary words, three pages each week. Zhuzi Primary School, one page a day, etc.
.And in this column, Mr. Chen showed signs of changing the number of ink pens several times. He kept checking it out and rewriting it more than once. In the end, Mr. Chen finally replaced it with a simpler and more superficial book, and there were more
A drawing book, of course also from Mr. Chen's manuscript, depicts various mountains and rivers, hundreds of techniques, etc., supplemented by text, with pictures and texts.
Just talking about this book, the pages in the front are mostly content closely related to rural villages and secular life, such as spring plowing, farming season, grains, various trees and fish, etc.
At the same time, the calligraphy class, which is the last item in the morning every day, has also undergone a lot of changes. For example, the earliest plan was to teach Mongolian children of different school ages to "write every day, the cross on the forehead of the ancient stele", "Shuowen Jie Pian, three
It can range from three to five characters. During the teaching period, the pronunciation, exegesis and other contents can be roughly explained. The Xiao Jing or Huang Ting Jing should be written in block letters, with large characters in thick strokes, and should be written for two pages."
Later, there was another idea that Mr. Chen finally gave up, which was to teach Mongolian children to learn to write, not starting from the regular regular script, but completely following the origin of the fonts, starting with Xiaozhuan, then official script, and finally regular script.
As for running script and cursive script, as well as the more ancient Chongniao seal script, Mr. Chen first commented that it was "inappropriate". Then he thought of several alternative methods, such as whether he could only teach a few characters to make it easier for students to learn.
Tong knew that there were only these types of fonts in the world...but they were still checked out with a red pen. Mr. Chen commented again, "It's still inappropriate to think about it."
There is also a pile of paper placed alone on the table, with many notes written on it.
For example, regarding "filial piety" and "filial piety", Mr. Chen wrote several words to remind himself, and they were obviously his handwriting and thoughts at different time periods.
"Should I say it? The difference between the two needs to be explained carefully and with extreme caution. If there is no absolute certainty and the right time, don't mention it."
Another example is the sentence "In all affairs of the world, determination comes first." Then Mr. Chen had a question, can the determination of children and students be divided into high and low, big and small, and in sequence?
Confucius said that if your parents are here, you should not travel far away, and you must have a way to travel. You can't know the age of your parents. One is joy, the other is fear. The two words can be explained together.
There are also some questions and thoughts, which are written in small regular script or running script at the back, filling a whole page of paper, and there are dense words related to them on the back.
There is also a manuscript booklet that has not been used in the school for the time being. It is still handwritten by Chen Pingan.
It collects mottos, aphorisms, simple sayings of ancient people, good words and deeds of famous people from ancient and modern times, excerpts of some popular poems, etc.
There is also a thin abridged version, which rhymes and sounds like a jingle, so it is catchy to read.
In his early years, Chen Ping'an went on a long trip alone, and later used it when he took Xiao Heitan on a night trip to Tongyezhou.
They are all rhymes compiled based on the manuscripts of Li Juro who visited the city on the night voyage.
Thirty-six excellent essays by famous writers of the past dynasties who specifically described landscapes were selected, and divided into three volumes by Chen Pingan. Each volume has its own simple and elegant prose.
In the calligraphy class at the school, Chen Pingan first taught the Mongolian children to write their own names. They had already attended school for several years to write their own names, so they learned to write sentences similar to "Learn and learn from time to time", otherwise it was the same as in the village ancestral hall.
The contents of the plaque and the couplets.
In addition, there are some popular but easy-to-understand poems, such as looking up at the bright moon, the spring vegetation in the city is deep, and the sun is shining over the mountains. The spring is late, and the flowers and trees are luxuriant... When the Meng children were immersed in writing, the Confucian shirt
The teacher in a long coat and cloth shoes walked among the three rows of desks with his hands behind his back. Occasionally, he stretched out his hand and twisted Meng Tong's "pen tube" between his fingers. He gently lifted it. If Chen Pingan picked it up at the first mention, he would remind him.
They should pay attention to when holding a pen and writing, they must concentrate and learn to concentrate. Or they may stop and point out the wrong part of a stroke when the child is writing.
When the calligraphy class is over, at noon, the get out of class ends on time. Mengtong can go home and have lunch, and has half an hour to spare.
If you only have two meals a day, morning and evening, you can just play by yourself, go up the trees to catch birds and go down to the river to catch fish as you like.
Lu Chen and Ning Ji were like two complete "outsiders", watching the bustle of the open space outside the school.
At this time, Zhao Shuxia, who looks tall and muscular, comes in handy, because the master will ask him to practice a set of boxing techniques.
Zhao Shuxia was thin-skinned, and was actually quite embarrassed from the beginning. The key master also told him to make some noise, dust was flying, and his sleeves were crackling and vibrating.
For those restless boys, watching that Zhao tree boxing is not much worse than following the elders in the family to go to the county town to go to the county fair, watch the temple fair, or buy new year's goods during the new year.
Chen Pingan himself went to the kitchen to eat, holding a bowl, leaning against the door, and stood there watching Zhao Shuxia's jokes.
There were three girls in Mengtong who liked to play shuttlecock, so Chen Pingan made a few copper-money feather shuttlecocks and a feather duster at the same time.
Occasionally, Chen Pingan would call a sallow-faced Mengtong to have lunch with him. This child sat in the middle row of the school, but he looked shorter and thinner than the five or six-year-old Mengtong who had just entered school. He only called out twice, and the child turned red.
Without even nodding, Chen Pingan thought for a while and stopped insisting.
Because the tuition fees were low and there were not many Mongolian children, Chen Pingan opened a vegetable garden near the school, surrounded it with a bamboo fence, raised some chickens and ducks, and rented them from the villagers at a low price.
A small bamboo forest and tea garden, together with Zhao Shuxia, they reclaimed land on the mountain and planted some crops such as corn, as well as peach, loquat and other fruit trees. Originally, Chen Pingan was thinking about making a pigsty and buying two pigs.
Zai'er, I also thought about planting some mulberry trees, but whether raising pigs or silkworms, the smell is strong, so I just thought about it.
If you really want to improve the food, you can go to the mountains to lay traps and set traps. If that doesn't work, just let Zhao Shu catch the muntjac or wild boar.
Lu Chen leaned against the sundial, stretched out a finger, and wrote the character "丂" one after another in the air. The handwriting was like thick ink and heavy pen, hanging in the air for a long time.
The Taoist priest and the young man beside him laughed and explained: "This word later evolved into 'yu', which in ancient times means the appearance of relaxed qi and desire. In two days, an old Taoist immortal will make a statue that is in harmony with the Taoist galaxy."
Feat, Lao Zhenren has this surname, and it is customary in the mountains to respectfully call him Fu Lu Yu Xuan, which is a bit similar to the Yin Yang family's 'Talking about the sky and Zou, talking about the earth and the land', and of course one of Haoran's three great swordsmanship Pei Min."
Having said this, Lu Chen raised his hand, and two hiking poles made of green bamboo appeared in his hand. He threw them to the young man and said with a smile: "Let's take you to visit the nearby mountains and rivers."
Ning Ji reached out and took the green bamboo stick in his hand and said, "Director Lu, my leg strength is not bad."
Lu Chen took the lead to move out of the grain drying field next to the school and walked along a streamside path to the next village. He casually said with a smile: "Whether it is a scholar's sightseeing tour or a livelihood trekking,
There will always be times when your physical strength is not enough, and you have to take a step back and say, no matter how strong a person's legs are, his heart is still there."
The young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown on his head, with a black bag hanging on his waist and poking the ground with a bamboo stick, said leisurely, "When a person is young, in addition to studying and increasing his knowledge, he also needs to cultivate his energy and spirit, strengthen his body and stabilize his body.
physique."
"We must always let the Consciousness God abdicate and the Yuan Shen return to its place. This is what our Taoists call 'always protecting the pure child.' As for what the Consciousness God is and what the Yuan Shen is, if you have the opportunity to practice in the future, you will understand it. Remember to share it with you.
My mentor, please ask me one more question about the origin of Yuanshen and Yuanying."
"In the future, you will definitely meet a kind of tangled person on your way to study and practice. It has nothing to do with good or bad, good or evil, but just an unstable mind."
"Know that you have done something wrong, be willing to say sorry to others, and be brave enough to say no when encountering excessive demands from others. In this way, life will be easier and refreshing, and life will not be awkward, so the spirit
When I feel at ease, I am still me. When things change, I am who I am."
When he came to the stream, Lu Chen washed his face with water. There was a green old camphor tree on the bank. Lu Chen sat on a stone and rested for a while. He took out an annotation book from his sleeve that Chen Ping'an had filled in with small words in the blank space. He smiled.
Said: "Don't blindly praise the ancients, blindly
I read ancient books with my eyes high, and I am obsessed with digging into the pile of old papers, and if I don’t come out, I won’t be able to come out.”
"Just like Chen Ping'an, when reading, one must first make the book thicker and then thin the book. In the end, if one thing is achieved, the remaining words that are closely related to the book, or one or two truths, any book, no matter it is said to be a century-old book.
Although it is an unshakable classic, it is still not orthodox enough, and even miscellaneous books that are regarded as unpopular, it is already very rare to be able to get one or two truths that truly belong to you from them, and it is not considered a waste of reading.”
Having said this, Lu Chen stretched out his left hand, put his fingers together, and twisted them gently to make several circles. The young man was horrified to find that the greenery in the shade of the trees had been condensed by the Taoist priest. Lu Chen looked into the stream again.
Then, with a move of his fingers, a piece of wet bluestone jumped out of the water. He held it in his right hand and rubbed it. The debris fell, and finally turned into two long green-green seals. The Taoist held the seal with two fingers.
Using the fingers of his left hand as a carving knife, he began to carve seal words, which were "Opening the book is beneficial" and "Ning Ji has read it". He handed it to the young man and said with a smile: "When you encounter a favorite book in the future, you can print this on the page."
Seals of both parties.”
The young man was really happy to see him, so he was not polite, and quickly thanked Master Lu. Lu Chen smiled and waved his hand, "Why are you so polite to a poor Taoist? I really feel sorry for you. In the future, in addition to your registration number, you can add an extra
In a word, Lu Chen is your little master. Although you and I are no longer the kind of masters and disciples, we must remember the past, and we still need to talk about the love we had in the past."
Then the young man walked along the mountain road with the Taoist priest. There were dark clouds overhead and thunder bursts. It looked like it was going to rain.
When they came to the top of a mountain, the local natives commonly called this place Sendjialing.
Suddenly, there was heavy rain and the sky and earth were dark.
Lu Chen handed Ning Ji an oil-paper umbrella.
The rain fell in torrents, like a gap in the sky.
The two of them stood there holding umbrellas. Lu Chen smiled and said, "What does it mean to be a perfect person? His nature is stretched out and there is no omission left."
"The first-class scholars in heaven and earth, who study in the word "ritual", either open or stabilize the road, so that the road in the world will not be dry in drought and not muddy in rainy season. Just like the road we came from."
"The second-class scholars spend their whole lives studying the word "reason", striving to obtain its purity and integrity, inheriting the Taoism and continuing their incense. Just like the house over there, and the umbrellas in our hands."
"Third level, studying in a study, reading the Sutra, and going around and over on the 'character' can also benefit the cultural context. Just like every three or five miles, there is a roadside pavilion to rest."
"The next level is those who have read many books by saints and sages, but are still half-full. They seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, but have no intention of harming others and are willing to do good things within their ability. Nine out of ten scholars in the world are like this.
.The next level is the rotten Confucian who is too vulgar. He is sanctimonious, old-fashioned and pedantic. He regards himself as a gentleman, acts in a mean manner, and is unreasonable. The last level is the hypocrite and a real villain. The more knowledge they have, the more they learn.
, the greater the harm to the world. Just like a certain kind of person said in a Buddhist scripture, he enters my Dharma, lives in my temple, and destroys my righteous Dharma."
Raindrops the size of soybeans made the oil-paper umbrella tremble.
Ning Ji vaguely saw someone walking as fast as flying on the muddy mountain road in the distance, rushing towards this side.
The young man has a good memory and is good at capturing details. He keenly discovered that the Zhao Shuxia who came here to climb the mountain was not the Zhao Shuxia "today".
Lu Chen said: "Zhao Shuxia came here to practice boxing. Over there in the school, his hands and feet were tied up. He couldn't perform this boxing move, and the punches were too loud."
Cui Chan has a boxing technique called Yunzheng Daze Style.
As expected, Zhao Shu came down to the top of the mountain, stood firm on his feet, breathed out of his dantian, opened his fist, and started punching the sky.
Lu Chen explained to the young man: "This boxing has a great origin. There was an old man named Cui who was a scholar of the Yasheng lineage. He read a lot. One day, he saw an allusion in the book about a barnyard official and an unofficial history. It said that in ancient times, there were successive giants on the earth.
After several years of drought, the people were in dire straits. A woman, the Rain Master, took pity on the common people and did not hesitate to violate the laws of heaven by raining rain on the world without permission. As a result, she was punished by the heaven. Her golden body was imprisoned on the altar and tortured day and night until she was killed.
He broke the golden body and demoted her to the mortal world. According to legend, in the edict issued by the Emperor of Heaven, there was the phrase "it is your own fault." When the old man surnamed Cui saw this, he was filled with resentment and rage. It happened to be the plum season, and it was raining heavily outside the house.
, he walked out and got such a punch."
Ning Ji subconsciously looked up at the sky and asked, "Master Lu, is this really happening?"
Lu Chen laughed and said: "I am a poor Taoist who is lazy and has poor skills. He dare not easily wade into the water to the time ten thousand years ago, so he dare not say whether this matter is true or false."
The boy from Mu Ping Alley in Lizhu Cave, the sissy kiln worker, and Cui Cheng who later entered the Luo Shan Bamboo House, I believe that none of the three of them could have imagined that they would be connected in a weird way.
A downpour, like a god pouring ink on the human world, comes and goes as quickly as it comes.
After Zhao Shuxia punched more than ten times, he was exhausted. He took a short rest, stabilized his breathing, and then walked down the mountain and returned to the school.
Lu Chen then took Ning Ji to another mountaintop, called Wunitan. The fish in the pool were different from those elsewhere. The crucian carp and loach here had a golden thread on their bodies.
This is also a place to pray for rain whenever there is a severe drought. The elderly village elders need to fast for three days in the ancestral hall, and then go up the mountain to pray for rain. It often rains before the team returns to the village. There are signs, very effective.
Ning Ji asked: "Did the Rain Master, who was demoted from the sky to the mortal world, settle here back then?"
Lu Chen said with a smile: "It's impossible to tell, who knows. The local legends and local county annals only say that it is related to a certain passing dragon, but do not mention the rain master."
The school starts at noon in the afternoon and ends at noon, so Mengtong is considered to have finished class.
At the end of the day, it lasts almost three and a half hours. In addition to the daily classes, the school also offers three monthly classes every month. On a certain afternoon when classes end half an hour early, starting from midnight, Chen Pingan usually teaches Mengtong. Additional reading and calligraphy classes. This type of textbooks has no academic requirements in addition to elementary school textbooks. Chen Pingan will take out more than a dozen books in different categories, covering phonology, epigraphy, heavenly calculations, water and earth, laws and regulations, etc. , let the children read it by themselves, and if they have any questions, they can ask them about rare words or the semantics of a certain sentence.
Chen Ping'an would also take out some physical objects and put them on the table, such as a few tablets and inscriptions that can be bought in general bookstores, several seals carved by himself, porcelain, etc., so that Meng Tong would have the most intuitive impression. Be clear about what one is.
In some busy farming seasons, rural schools will only hold classes for half a day.
The teacher would also help with the field work, so some old people got together behind the scenes and laughed and said something like Mr. Chen doing farm work. He was really a good hand, better than teaching.
In order to grab water, fights often break out between the upper and lower villages, and large-scale armed fights are possible, but as long as no one is killed or injured, the county generally doesn't care about these.
The village below the school, where almost everyone has the surname Chen, and Wuxi Village, the largest village at the entrance of the mountain col, are the most fiercely competing for water. There was a fierce fight not long ago, and almost all the young people in the two villages participated, because There was a child in the school, and his father was among them. This seemingly dull and dull man was ruthless in his attacks. I guess the people in Wuxi Village knew what he was doing. Several people surrounded him and beat him up. He was originally squatting in the distance with his hands in his sleeves. Chen Ping'an, who was watching the excitement, saw the man knocking him to the ground with a shoulder pole, so he had no choice but to run over. Amidst the rain of sticks and hoes, he found the right opportunity to pick up the fallen man and ran away.
Several women in Wuxi Village either felt that the teacher really deserved a beating, or they felt that the man in a blue shirt and long coat and cloth shoes was different from the ordinary farm men who were tired of seeing them. They laughed and went up to block the road. Fortunately, the teacher wiped the soles of his feet. The oil ran faster, but the man took a breath and just nodded to the teacher. The country villagers couldn't say the polite words, they just grinned. The simple man's eyes were full of gratitude, and then he Use the local dialect to exchange some curse words with those in the neighboring village, and strode back to the "battlefield".
The next day when the two old masters in Wuxi Village heard about this, they cursed at the wine table. It was so insulting to politeness, how unbecoming it was! For the tuition fee, this guy really didn't give up any face.
At that time, outside the "battlefield", the Taoist priest and the boy squatted by the roadside, eating melon seeds and watching a play.
Lu Chen smiled and said: "It's the same on the mountain and down the mountain. There are only two important things. You can fight and you can escape."
Ning Ji was puzzled and couldn't help but ask: "Master Lu, isn't Mr. Chen a monastic?"
Lu Chen said: "I'm learning from someone."
Ning Ji now stopped seeing Master Lu and curiously asked, "Who is this person?"
Lu Chen smiled and said: "He is to Chen Pingan, just like Chen Pingan is to you. As for who this person is, you don't need to know for the time being."
There are several customs in the Yanzhou prefecture. In some rural villages, the clan temple often pays for the troupe to dance the bamboo horse. They use bamboo strips to weave the bamboo horse frame, paste various colored papers on the outside, and then tie the horse's neck
Colorful bells are tied on, gongs and drums are beaten to bring good omens, and it is extremely lively. The children follow the bamboo horse procession, making a lot of noise, just like a festival. In addition, men and women often marry each other and form a marriage alliance.
The village is called Vasubandhu. Every year in the first month, even if they are far apart, they will go to each other's ancestral hall to offer incense, set off firecrackers, and have a meal locally. Just like the village in the middle, they will go to each other's ancestral hall just like visiting relatives.
We are close friends with a large village dozens of miles away. Every time we compete for water with the crowded Wuxi Village, or encounter disputes, and are at a disadvantage and are bullied, some villagers will go to the top of the mountain to light a bonfire that night.
, the next day there will be a large group of people in the Shiqin village. Before dawn, they prepare the day's rations and rush here. Without saying a word, they go straight to the ancestral hall of Wuxi Village.
Lu Chen once took the boy on a "far trip" and saw with his own eyes the erection and movement of boundary monuments in certain prefectures and counties. The boy also lived in a certain dynasty. On the New Year's Day of every month, there would be an old blind man holding a wooden duo.
On the way, they chanted a kind of religious text, which was mostly concise and to the point, often just a few sentences and no more than thirty words. Director Lu would briefly explain to the young man the laws of the country, imperial edicts and local covenants,
The pros and cons of each clan rule.
In the school, there was a kid who was often beaten. His family was in the village and he belonged to a relatively well-off family.
The child didn't say anything, and he didn't complain when he got home. It was probably because the parents saw the red and swollen palms of the child's hands, and they immediately became unhappy. They went to Mr. Chen, who had done nothing serious, and complained endlessly, threatening to beat him like this again.
The child will no longer study here in the school. The gentleman didn’t say anything, but just nodded and agreed. As a result, the couple just left, and the child sneaked over to the school, his face flushed, and Mr. Chen touched him.
I touched his head and said with a smile, if you make a mistake again in the future, you will still be spanked, but a little gentler. The child grinned, scratched his head, and said nothing.
After school every day, Chen Pingan often goes fishing by the stream, and he can also let Zhao Shu cook and make a small stove for dinner.
There were a few Mengtong who were not good at reading and didn't seem to work very hard. They plucked up the courage and went fishing with their husbands. One of them, a tall man who didn't wear shoes all year round, had good fishing skills and soon he was skewered with dogtail grass.
There was a long list of stream fish. Before leaving, I probably wanted to secretly put them into my husband's fish basket. Maybe he was too shy to do so, so he deliberately threw them near the fish basket and ran away.
Chen Ping'an was not polite and threw the string of stream fish into the fish basket. As a result, the next morning, the child did not turn in his homework and was beaten as usual. It hurt, and he grinned.
So the child received an extra chestnut blow and held his head in pain. The husband put on a straight face and lowered his voice to teach him that he was quite good at fishing. He had memorized all the fish on the page of the picture book. The child shook his head with shame.
I'm not lying. I honestly said that I recognized the fish in the painting but couldn't recognize the words next to it. The husband laughed and cursed, "You can't remember it after eating. How come you are so smart when fishing? How can you recognize a few words that can't move in a book than fishing?"
With so many fish swimming around, is it harder?
In class that day, the child focused exclusively on those pages of pictures and text, ignoring the rest. When Chen Pingan saw him deserting, he didn't care either.
There was also the young boy who was so anxious that he couldn't hold in his pee in class, but he didn't dare to talk to his teacher, so he just peed his pants in the classroom.
After being discovered, the whole room burst into laughter, and the husband signaled everyone to be quiet, and took the child to the stream to clean his pants himself, so that he would be bolder in the future and raise his hand in class, and then gave the teacher a hint with his eyes without saying anything.
The teacher will find a reason for him to leave the school.
There was a child who was unhappy and drooping when he went to school. The teacher asked him what was wrong. The child said that he had to reason with his parents yesterday and got a big slap in the face.
Chen Pingan asked the child what the truth was. The young boy was coquettish in learning and applying the principles in the book. Chen Pingan held back his laughter and comforted him with a few words.
When classes started that day, all the children found that the teacher was always smiling, much more than before.
There was a taciturn Mengtong who lived alone in a village in the mountains. The so-called village actually only had a few families, so he had to walk several miles of mountain roads every day to and from school. However, no matter what kind of bad weather it was, the
No matter how heavy the rainstorm is, this child is never late. Chen Ping'an knows that there is a section of mountain road along the stream that is extremely narrow. During heavy rainstorms, there are often flash floods. If he accidentally falls into the flood, it will be unimaginable, so he will ask Zhao Shuxia every rainy day.
, if the child happens to be going to school or after school, escort him quietly for a ride.
Once the monthly class was over, Chen Ping'an smiled and said that he went up the mountain with the Mengtong. The child who originally came and went like flying was probably the slowest walking beside the gentleman holding a green bamboo stick.
At night, when we arrived at the door of his house, the child hesitated several times. He probably wanted to invite his husband to sit at home and have a meal, but the family was too poor, so he was too embarrassed to speak. Chen Pingan said with a smile.
, I have to shamelessly have a meal with you. I had a meal with the family in that dim room and drank some local brewed shochu. The teacher left drunk, and as a result, the child was secretly sent away for a long night.
Recently, Chen Ping'an has begun to collect prefaces and postscripts of various poetry articles.
Chen Ping'an also prepared some paper and pen and ink, including red paper that can be used to write Spring Festival couplets and the word "Fu". After a year, he will select those who have excellent calligraphy lessons and the Meng children who work hard and give them to them respectively before closing the school at the end of the year.
give them.
In addition, every night, Chen Ping'an would cut out wooden and bamboo tablets, totaling three to four hundred yuan, and write a poem or another name for this word, the latter such as tea, that is.
Never sleep.
The teacher wrote the bamboo and wooden plaques one stroke at a time and calmly.