Xu Zizhen found that his thinking was wrong. At first, he suggested that Zhao Huan change Yingtian Academy into a civil and military academy in order to fundamentally influence the current concept of ruling the world with literature in the Song Dynasty. However, he never thought of doing so.
How effective is it? In fact, you don’t need to think too much to know that the result will not be good, because the ancestor Zhao Kuangyin started his career through rebellion, so naturally he will not give military commanders much chance.
If Gao Pujun hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have realized that this was a huge opportunity, a good opportunity for him to personally influence everyone in the academy. Gao Pujun was right, there are more than a thousand people in the academy.
Moreover, after he and Master Yong suggested expanding the enrollment, there will only be more and more students here. When Song and Jin go to war, when they really need to hire people, won't there be a lot of students for them to choose from? It's beautiful to think about it.
His true thoughts have never been told to anyone, but Gao Pujun is extremely smart. From the initial acquaintance in the academy to the later Battle of Taiyuan, she roughly guessed Xu Zizhen's intentions from his actions, so she
He was reminded at this juncture.
If there weren't so many people present, Xu Zizhen would have really wanted to hug Gao Pujun and kiss him for a few times. He must marry this wife, he must marry her!
Thinking of this, the depression on his face disappeared and was replaced by full confidence. Isn't it just teaching? Even if I didn't get good grades in school, I would always be more than enough to teach these nerds from eight hundred years ago.
What about talented men and women? Do you know the Milky Way? Do you know photosynthesis? Do you know Sora Kurai?
The news that Xu Zizhen had changed from a student to a professional teacher and was teaching spread like wildfire. The whole college was in a state of excitement. There were more than a thousand students in front of him, and many others who were not present, including teachers from various disciplines in the college, were listening.
After getting the news, they all rushed over in a very short time.
Everyone is curious. Xu Zizhen is a well-known commoner general and a master of tactics. His best thing is to use less to defeat more, and the myth of hundreds breaking thousands has been performed several times, but what can he talk about in lectures? Teaching
Fighting? Teaching sword skills?
Xu Zizhen sat down in the pavilion by the Zhuangyuan Bridge, pondering over the content of the lecture. Yan Zhao Qian Tongzhi and Su Sanlin Chaoying guarded the pavilion on all sides as if they were facing a formidable enemy, preventing anyone from waiting to disrupt his thinking.
A short time later, when the hour had arrived, Xu Zizhen stood up, shook his clothes, strode towards the Grand Auditorium with his hands behind his back and his head held high, with an incomprehensible smile on his lips.
The Grand View Auditorium is located at the back of the academy, but with the expansion of the martial arts academy, it has now become the center. When Xu Zizhen arrived here, he was shocked at first. There was a sea of people in front of him. The floor of the auditorium was full of people.
Those who arrived early got a good seat, while those who arrived late had to squeeze in the back row. Many of them could only stand. I don’t know who shouted: "Mr. Xu is here!"
Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Xu Zizhen at the door, curiosity revealed in their eyes.
It was too late to retreat now. Xu Zizhen could only bite the bullet and walk inside. There was a high platform at the front of the auditorium, which was usually used for ceremonies and other activities. But now there was only one chair in the large open space, and there was a chair behind it.
It was a large wooden board that Xu Zizhen had just temporarily ordered Gu Zhongchen to prepare. There were no desks or four treasures of the study on the desk. The entire classroom desk was extremely simple, but it had a style that no one had ever seen before.
When Xu Zizhen came to the stage, he did not take the side stairs. He pressed the edge of the stage with one hand and jumped up. He did a front flip and turned in mid-air, and finally landed firmly on the stage. He smiled and looked at the audience with clean movements.
He is so neat and so handsome that he has no friends.
This move immediately made the whole house applaud. The nerds had never seen such an action on stage before. This was not for teaching. Getting a big girl was like a competition to find a bride. Everyone cheered loudly, and even
Those female students who were usually reserved also dyed their cheeks pink and showed their splendor, looking straight at him.
Xu Zizhen grinned, pointed his right thumb back at the tip of his nose, and said, "I am Xu Zizhen, and I will teach you from now on. You can call me Mr. Xu, but I prefer you to call me Brother Xu."
There was another commotion below, and Yan Zhao shouted loudly: "Don't be ashamed, why do you call me brother when I'm older than you?"
Xu Zizhen said proudly: "If I can teach you something, I will be your brother!"
Qian Tongzhi also shouted: "Just talk and don't practice the tricks. Show your hands first and see. If you really convince me, I will call you brother!"
Everyone below laughed in unison: "Yes, if we obey, we will call you brother!"
"Okay, without further ado, let's get started." Xu Zizhen took out the charcoal pen from his arms with a smile, pasted a large piece of white paper on the wooden board behind him, and then said, "Everyone knows the poems of the previous dynasty.
The fairy Li Bai's Quiet Night Thoughts, right? It's noon on the day of hoeing... uh, I'm sorry I remembered it wrong."
There was another burst of laughter. Dean Jiang and Mr. Gu Yi looked at each other in astonishment, and both saw a trace of nervousness in each other's eyes.
This kid, isn't it really a ridiculous decision to let him give lectures?
Xu Zizhen was not in a hurry, and after he had laughed enough, he said calmly: "Don't laugh in a hurry. If any of you can answer the questions I ask later, I will call you brother." After he said this,
He turned around and started writing on the paper with a charcoal pen. Not long after, the popular poem was written word for word. The font was very weird and not beautiful at all, but it was strong and powerful. Students
I am familiar with all kinds of fonts, but I have never seen such words. In just a moment, the lively laughter disappeared, and all the eyes were fixed on the poem on the wooden board.
The students, including the masters, didn't know what it was about. It can be said that even a three-year-old child can read this poem. What did Xu Zizhen mean when he wrote it in the auditorium of Yingtian Academy? Is there something in this poem that others don't know?
The allusion doesn’t work?
There was a lot of space between the four lines of the poem. After Xu Zizhen finished writing, he stood by the wooden board, holding a branch he picked from nowhere in his hand, tapping the piece of paper, and said with a smile: "Today's first lesson, I'll give it to you first.
Tell me about this poem."
Yan Zhao couldn't help but jumped up again, and said loudly: "Even I, Old Yan, can recite this poem by heart, don't you have anything new to say?"
Xu Zizhen sneered: "Really? Well, I will test you line by line in this poem, how about it?"
Yan Zhao puffed up his chest and said, "Come as soon as you come, who is afraid of whom?"
Xu Zizhen said: "Okay, let's start with the first sentence, the bright moonlight in front of the bed...Oo Yan, let me ask you, why does the bright moon shine? Where does this light come from?"
Yan Zhao said without thinking: "Of course it is the light emitted by the moon itself, where else could it be?"
Xu Zizhen laughed: "Wrong! The moon itself does not emit light. The moonlight and starlight that we can see with the naked eye are all refracted by them. To be clear, they are borrowed light, and they are all borrowed light from the sun.
"At this point, he circled the last three words of the first line of the poem, turned around and said, "The hidden meaning of this first line is - astronomy!"