The undercurrent in the court has not affected the prince and his companions in the main hall for the time being.
What they talked about even more was the passionate fight between King Yan and King Jin.
After suffering a terrible loss that day, King Jin tried his best to regain his position. However, King Yan was not good at studying, but he was smarter than a monkey. How could he succeed so easily?
For example, one day, King Jin deliberately arrived a moment earlier than him and placed an ink cartridge filled with thick ink on the ajar door.
But Zhu Di had already seen his sneaky shadow, and deliberately delayed his steps and followed his husband through the door.
As a result, when he opened the door, his head was covered with ink. If he complained to his father, the King of Jin would naturally not be able to escape and get a beating...
In front of King Yan, the king of pranks, the results of King Jin's tricks were basically like this, shooting himself in the foot.
But King Jin also has a trump card - snitching! For example, if the fourth child brings a slingshot, brings a parrot to school, or skips class and goes out to play, he will report it, and then it will be the fourth child's turn to be beaten...
The third brother and the fourth brother had a great time fighting, which also added some precious fun to Zhu Zhen's boring and helpless elementary school career.
His Royal Highness the King of Chu finally accepted the hard fate of being a primary school student again.
Throughout the winter, he attended classes honestly in the main hall.
‘I’m trapped in the school anyway, why not learn something from the school.’ His Highness the King of Chu, who always easily reconciles with fate, thought so.
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He goes to school every morning, first reads the lesson he learned yesterday, and then the official lecturer reads it at mid-morning.
Because there is a big age difference between the princes, the eldest King Qin is already eighteen years old, and the youngest King Tan is only six years old, so the courses they attend are naturally very different.
Therefore, students should take turns holding their books, come to the teacher's desk, put the books in front of the teacher, and ask the teacher to teach.
Because there is no punctuation in the book, the teacher has to segment sentences first. For younger students, he also needs to be taught to recognize new words.
This step is not a big problem for Zhu Zhen. Although he can’t write traditional Chinese characters, he can basically recognize them.
When my husband discovered that His Royal Highness the King of Chu had begun to read a lot, he couldn't help but burst into tears and called him a genius!
Then there is the teacher's model reading, and the students follow.
What makes Zhu Zhen most uncomfortable with this step is not that he doesn't know how to imitate parrots, but that the way he reads is too shameful.
The gentlemen read by singing, that is, they read with the tone and sing. The students also have to imitate the tone and beats exactly the same. And they have to repeat it three to five times...
What he couldn't stand the most in his previous life was the recitations of primary school students with long tones and expressive expressions. He didn't expect that he would have to do it ten or twenty times a day now, and he really wanted to die.
Finally, the teacher will explain the meaning of the text. The depth of the explanation will naturally vary depending on the age and academic level of the students. This is also the most important part of the teacher's level.
The lecturers in Dabentang are all famous Confucian scholars in the world, so they can naturally teach students according to their aptitude and allocate them according to needs.
For good students like Third Brother and Fifth Brother, the teacher will naturally explain it in depth. For problem students like Second Brother and Fourth Brother, the teacher will only give a brief explanation, but they will not understand it even if it is explained in depth.
For someone like His Royal Highness the King of Chu, who clearly has a poor foundation but is full of crooked ideas, gentlemen can help him lay a solid foundation and make him less arrogant through simple and profound explanations.
As for how much you can learn in a day, it naturally depends on the level of the students. The third child, who has the strongest receptive ability, has to teach more than ten times a day; and our King of Qin usually only teaches once a day, and he is likely to have to teach again the next day.
Repeat.
Zhu Zhen wanted to show off his abilities at first, but he soon discovered that this was an involution mechanism of 'the capable work harder'.
This is because the gentlemen require that students must be able to memorize any book they have ever taught, starting from it casually.
And not only do you need to be able to recite it, you also need to copy it first and then write it down from memory.
Finally, I have to explain the book to my husband to prove that I have really learned it.
Therefore, the faster you learn, the greater the workload and the greater the pressure to study.
He doesn't do anything to ask for trouble, so he deliberately controls his study progress. He doesn't have to take a test for merit and fame, he can just become almost illiterate, so don't tire yourself out.
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Every afternoon there is a calligraphy class.
To be fair, he thinks this is more useful to him.
The main hall stipulates that when writing, you should write one hundred words a day in spring, summer and autumn, and five words in winter.
Fifty characters doesn’t seem like much, but first you have to write it like a character.
He didn't even know how to hold a pen correctly, and the words he wrote seemed to have been blown by a typhoon or trampled by random horses. Even the newly enlightened eighth brother laughed at him.
His Royal Highness the King of Chu is a decent man, how could he allow himself to be laughed at by a little brat?
I looked for an opportunity to beat Lao Ba... to see if he still dared?
Of course, the words still need to be written well.
As a dignified prince, I will definitely be frequently asked for inscriptions in the future, such as "The Imperial College is a good school." The writing is too abstract, and it would not be good to hang it up to ward off evil spirits, or put it on the bedside for contraception. p>
Fortunately, the gentleman at Ohondo is very humble. As long as he is willing to learn, he will not dislike his level.
So Song Can, the most powerful calligrapher in the Ming Dynasty, started to polish the calligraphy on the armrest, taught him the posture of holding the pen step by step, held his hand, and slowly taught him the strokes one stroke at a time.
"The teacher teaches so seriously..." Zhu Zhen has a good impression of Mr. Song, who is as gentle as jade.
"If you don't teach well, you will be sent as an envoy to Tibet by your father..." Song Zhen was also an upright man. He sighed and said:
"Last year, Mr. Wang, who is as famous as my father, resigned from the teaching position of Dabentang in anger, and the emperor ordered him to go to Tibet as an envoy."
Mr. Song’s father’s name is Song Lian.
"Going to Tibet is so miserable..." Zhu Zhen took a breath and looked away.
"But before we arrived, we were recalled by the emperor." Song Can said again.
"That's okay." Zhu Zhen wrote again.
"The emperor asked him to go to Yunnan instead to recruit King Meng Yuan and Liang Wang..." Song Zhen said while breathing heavily.
"It's better to go to Tubo." Zhu Zhen just learned that Yunnan is still an enemy-occupied area. "But if the two armies are fighting and the envoy is not killed, he should not be in any danger."
"Has been killed by King Liang." Mr. Song said with a sad expression: "If I don't teach well, I might be the next one to go to Yunnan."
"Don't worry, sir, I won't send you there..." Zhu Zhen's stroke was even bigger.
"Why?"
"Because you talk so loudly, I'm afraid you will be beaten to death if you don't see Prince Liang." Zhu Zhen finally wrote a decent sentence.
"That's it. If I am convicted for my words in the future," Song Zhan was not angry, but smiled and said, "Your Highness, please save my life."
"I will try my best." Zhu Zhen nodded seriously. He finally saw what it means to be a humble gentleman, as gentle as jade.
"I would like to thank you in advance, Your Highness." Song Can smiled slightly and did not take the joke between teachers and students to heart.
