One bucket is ten liters, and one liter weighs approximately 1.25 kilograms.
A bucket of rice weighs 12.5 kilograms.
There was not much weight on my back at first, but as I walked a few miles, my shoulders became heavier and heavier, as if I had gained dozens of kilograms out of thin air.
It was snowing, the road was slippery, and the ground was a little wet. For safety's sake, he walked slower.
It was just getting dark when Bai Gui walked to the west end of Bailu Village.
Bailu Village is very large, with hundreds of households.
Looking into the village, only a few houses had candles lit, and the outside of the window paper was also dim.
"Xu Xiucai teaches during the day and reads by candlelight at night. It is impossible for him to go to bed and rest so early." Bai Gui paused on his way home and walked towards the village ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall was newly built four years ago. They are all brand-new tile-roofed buildings. There are two archways in front, one is the chastity archway, the year cannot be determined, the stone pillars are covered with moss, and the couplets on both sides are also blurred. The other is the chastity archway.
On the semi-new scholar archway, it roughly says that Lu Taihe became a scholar in the 12th year of Tongzhi.
The couplet on the Xiucai Memorial Archway reads: "Inheriting the ancestral teachings, iron battles and martial arts have a long history; shining on the lintel of the gate, poetry, etiquette, farming and reading have a long history."
After passing the two archways and looking at the wall, you can see the ancestral hall, with a total of five halls and three buildings on the east and west sides.
The architecture is very characteristic of Qin Province, with half of the house being built.
Traditional ancient buildings have a "herringbone" structure. However, due to drought and lack of rain in the Guanzhong area, in order to save materials and money, only half of the house is often built.
There is also a rumor that the wealth does not flow to outsiders.
Only half of the house is built, and the rainwater only flows into the yard.
The five main halls house the memorial tablets of the ancestors of Bailu Village. The three buildings to the west are the village ancestral halls. The three buildings to the east are separated by earth. One side is Xu Xiucai's bedroom, and the other side is the official room where village officials discuss matters.
The ancestral hall was dark, except for the dim light reflected in the corner of the building on the east side.
The faint sound of reading can be heard faintly.
After the sound of trampling footsteps, the sound of reading stopped, followed by the sound of the wooden door creaking.
"Mr. Xu."
"Well, Bai Gui wants to study in the school in our village. This is Shu Xiu..."
Bai Gui was about to go in when Xu Xiucai opened the door. He seemed to have remembered something. He stopped at the door, smiled coquettishly, and put down two grain bags from his shoulders.
He opened the two grain bags and took a look. He held the grain bag containing polished rice in both hands, bowed slightly, and handed it to Xu Xiucai, who had a sudden look on his face.
Xu Xiucai was a master in his forties, wearing a washed-out student uniform robe, with a yellow complexion, sunken cheeks, a goat's beard, and a skinny figure, but his eyes were as bright as the two lights in the ancestral hall.
The long bright lamp was bright and bright, and even the loose robe was worn by him to make it a little more elegant, giving him a somewhat romantic look in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
The braids held up on the back are not like the greasy knots of the villagers, but are combed very methodically one by one.
There was a bag of brown rice on the ground at the door, and a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old in rags was holding a bag of polished rice with a respectful expression.
If you haven't entered the door before, you won't break the rules.
Beige color varies.
Xu Xiucai's expression softened a lot, and his eyes looked slightly soft when he looked at Bai Gui. If it were normal, he would have accepted Shu Xiu as usual and used money to do things, but today for some reason, he suddenly felt a little interested.
He stroked his beard and asked: "Why study?"
At the age of thirteen or fourteen, you have already missed the best age for studying. The best period for learning is from the age of five or six.
Before he lived in the Bailu Village ancestral hall, there was a school in Shenhe Village, Qibali District.
"Reading... is to know the truth!"
Bai Gui was surprised. He also secretly inquired about the boys in the school who had paid the Shuxiu. They all paid the Shuxiu and were done with it. There were no unnecessary problems.
Perhaps it was because he was older and had more experience than the boys in Mengxue, so he asked the question.
Maybe he has a good attitude.
No matter what, it's always a good thing. Asking questions means you have an impression of yourself.
"Do you know the truth?"
Xu Xiucai was a little surprised. He had heard many people talk about the purpose of studying. Some said that if you passed the imperial examination and became a master, you would gain glory and wealth, some said it was to reform the current abuses, and some wanted to leave a name in history.
But in order to know the truth, he heard it for the first time.
"Yes, in order to understand the truth, when I was in the field, I saw my father digging the ground, some digging holes, and some making ridges. I asked my father why, and my father said that people in the past had done this. , so I do this, but I just want to know why!”
Bai Gui answered ‘truthfully’.
Damn it, he just wanted to find a career for himself. With the skin of a disciple of a saint, it would be much easier to do anything. No matter through the ages, scholars have always been the group of people who have the right to speak.
In this parallel world, the Hundred Days Reform did not abolish the imperial examination or the township examination, and advocated practical learning. That was his opportunity.
You have to stand firm first!
As for the reason for studying... If you say it is too powerful, I think he is not pragmatic; if you say it is too mean, I think he has no future.
Knowing the truth is the essence of reading.
It can’t be said enough!
Xu Xiucai smiled slightly and replied: "During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, there was a military officer named Zhao Guo who implemented the Daitian method. The so-called Daitian method was to divide an acre of land into three towns and three ridges, with the width of the town being wide and the depth of the field being divided into three ridges. The ridges are one foot each, the width and height of the ridges are one foot each, and the positions are changed every year to cultivate the fertility of the land. When sowing, the seeds are planted in the ridge, and after the seedlings emerge, the soil on the ridges is pushed to the ridge. In this way, the crops can penetrate deep into the soil and resist wind and drought..."
"By the way, Zhao Guo also invented the columbine, which is the kind of person you see in the countryside who sows seeds. He puts the seeds in the columbine. The columbine has hollow legs. When it moves and shakes, the seeds are planted from the bottom. That's fine. Complete the three processes of ditching, planting, and covering soil at the same time..."
He was afraid that Bai Gui might not understand, so he gestured with his fingers to show the appearance of the columbiner.
Bai Gui: "..."
Isn’t it said that people who learn eight-legged essay are nerds?
How come Xu Xiucai has this ability?
Zhao Guo seemed to have read about it in popular science articles in his previous life, but his memory was not clear. Even if he remembered clearly, he was a little confused about the "Zhen" and "Long" mentioned by Xu Xiucai and did not know what they were. (Zhen, pronounced zhen. )
Feeling Xu Xiucai's gaze coming towards him, he quickly made an expression that seemed to have gained something but also had some doubts.
In the past, when I was fishing in school, I practiced this expression very skillfully.
When teachers see this expression, they often show approval.
What I want is this kind of understanding, but I haven’t understood it yet.
If you are too knowledgeable, the teacher will feel like a failure. If you are ignorant, I am sorry, the teacher does not know you. Only those in the middle will have the pleasure of being a teacher.
"You...do you understand the principles of this kind of field?"
Xu Xiucai said with satisfaction.
Being tireless in teaching is the greatest happiness.
"Well, I seem to know a little bit."
"tell me the story?"
"It comes from the Han Dynasty. Yes, during the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, there was a man named... Zhao... Zhao Guo. He served as a school captain and created the Daitian method. I don't remember the rest of it."
Xu Xiucai took the polished rice handed to him by Bai Gui, poured it into the rice vat, and then returned the grain bag to Bai Gui.
The process only took a few breaths of effort.
"Come to school tomorrow, remember to prepare paper, ink, pen and inkstone..." Xu Xiucai frowned, looked at Bai Gui's decorations, and sighed slightly, "I still have an old pen and an old inkstone here.
You can use it temporarily, as for ink and paper..."
He is not well-off and has only a few children enrolled in the school.
He also had to prepare for the cost of traveling to the city to take the exam, and every penny was tight.
Besides, paper and ink are consumables. It’s okay to give them once, but later on, it’s hard to give them or not!
"Well, you can use a wooden board dipped in water to write!"
