Zhang Yue still copied books during the day every day, and after Shenshi, he went to Zhoujin Hall to study.
Guo Lin finally scraped together enough money. He copied books for several months and collected more than eight guans. Zhang Yue also gave all the two guans he had saved these days to his teacher's wife as a "deposited tuition fee."
After all this, I finally collected enough money.
In order to cure Guo Xuexu's illness, the village spent a lot of money to hire a well-known doctor from the county. Because it was too far from the county town to Wuxi, the doctor was reluctant to come, but the village spent a lot of money.
He kept talking and raised the consultation fee to ten times, and then the doctor agreed.
Along the road from the village to the county seat, the village sent several waves of people to receive them. Guo Lin set off to the county seat early in the morning to accompany him, followed by a village man carrying a food load.
After walking for a while, the doctor was about to rest, so Guo Lin offered him good wine and food, but he didn't touch any of it. He also had to ask for permission in advance not to ride with others on the ferry. He finally took three or four trips in a row before inviting the doctor.
Come to Wuxi.
The other party walked more than ten miles on the mountain road, treated Guo Xuexu for less than a moment, prescribed a few patches of medicine, and then went back. The same procedure was followed and he was respectfully sent to the county seat.
Anyway, no matter whether the disease is good or not, it is just like this. Fortunately, after Guo Xuexu took the medicine for a few days, his condition stabilized.
But such a trip was a lot of labor, and the medical fees and medicines in the future were all gone like water. Guo Xuechun was still unable to teach before he recovered from his illness, so Guo Lin and Zhang Yue were still studying copying in the Zhang family. Guo Xuechun often lamented that Guo Xuechun
Lin earned more from copying books than he did from teaching, but it was not a long-term solution.
However, both Zhang Yue and Guo Lin advised Guo to be a good student and raise his general, and not to rush into this matter.
Since Guo Xuexi became ill, Guo Lin had no time to read every day. He just copied books in the small study room day after day. He often rubbed his eyes, and Zhang Yue advised him to rest more, but he said it was fine.
After copying articles every day, Guo Lin was completely exhausted and weak when he returned home. No matter how strong-willed he is, he cannot resist the double fatigue of body and energy and continue reading at this time.
In this way, Guo Lin's academic work finally came to a halt and became unsustainable.
Zhang Yue went back to read the Yi every night, including the Classic of Filial Piety, Lun, Mencius, and Erya he had read in the past. After reviewing it for an extra six hours every day, he wrote down the things he didn't understand.
Days passed like this day by day.
After winter, the temperature dropped sharply and it was cold in the mountains. Although there was no snow in the county, there were already two light snowfalls in the mountains. Although the weather after the snow was not enough for dripping water to turn into ice, the inkstone pond of Zhongxue would freeze every morning.
Topped with a thin layer of ice.
When copying books, the ink in the inkstone accidentally froze. At this time, Zhang Yue had to take the inkstone to the stove and wait for the ice to melt.
The most uncomfortable thing was that he could not stretch or bend his fingers. After copying for a while, his hands were frozen and stiff, so Zhang Yue had to rub his hands together and then bring them to his mouth to breathe.
If he had time to spare from copying books every day, Zhang Yue would borrow books from Zhaifu and read them.
What Zhang Yue read was not a classic, but he covered a wide range of topics. If there was anything he didn't understand, he would wait until the next day to ask Zhang Youzhi for advice.
After the Book of Changes, Zhang Yue studied Shu Jing by himself. Shu Jing is also known as Shangshu.
In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the Four Books were compared to cooked rice, and the Five Classics were compared to raw grains. Scholars followed Zhu Xi's reading order, first reading Daxue, The Analects of Confucius, Mencius, and the Doctrine of the Mean, and then they could read the Five Classics.
There is also a saying in the Three-Character Classic: "The Classic of Filial Piety is clear, and the four books can only be read if you are familiar with the Six Classics."
In this era, "Great Learning" and "The Doctrine of the Mean" had not yet been extracted from the "Book of Rites", and Mencius had not been promoted to the status of classics. Therefore, Zhang Yue's study order was Xiao Jing, Analects of Confucius, Er Ya, Yi Jing, and then
Coming down is Shangshu.
The Book of Documents does not have as many meanings as the Book of Changes, but every sentence is so difficult to read. The ancients compared it to a person with a bent tooth.
Not to mention memorizing some characters, I didn’t know how to read them, and it was the first time I saw them in my life. There were other characters that I recognized, but didn’t know how to read.
There was no Baidu in this era, so it was very difficult for Zhang Yue to study Shangshu by himself. Fortunately, there were also calligraphy books such as "Jade Pian" and "Classic Interpretations" in the study room, which Zhang Yue could look up after changing hands.
On this day, Zhang Yueguolin went there early in the morning. There was a heavy snowfall in the mountains last night. At this moment, the sky is still covered with thick clouds. After winter, strong winds sweep through the mountains from time to time. The roads are covered with snow. If you accidentally slip, your feet will slip.
Falling into the valley below the cliff.
Zhang Yue and Guo Lin were both bruised and swollen from the cold when they arrived at the library.
The granddaughter of the minister in front of the pavilion was waiting there holding a big chessboard.
"Little brother, little brother!" the little girl waved from a distance.
"Shall we play chess?"
"Playing chess?" Zhang Yue felt a little nauseous after hearing this. He spent the whole night drawing the chessboard last night, and now he couldn't see anything with a 'tic' structure.
As for the little girl, after being taught backgammon by Zhang Yue in the past few days, she became addicted to the game and brought a Go board to him every day to play.
"Little brother has to clear the snow today!" Zhang Yueyan said.
It snowed last night and the ground was very slippery. Zhang Yue took the initiative to take over the job because he was old. When he touched the cold broom, his fingers felt like tearing pain.
Zhang Yue picked up the broom and went out, only to see the little girl falling behind him, holding the chessboard and looking at him with a resentful look on his face. His eyes were filled with tears, and there was some clear snot hanging from the tip of his nose.
"As promised yesterday, you will play five games with me today."
Zhang Yue looked at his senior brother. At this moment, he didn't know where he had gone. It seems that senior brother has learned a lot from the experience!
Zhang Yue said: "Wait until I clear the snow!"
"You're using this to fool me again, you heartless, heartless man!"
Zhang Yue shrugged, "What? Do all little girls have such a large vocabulary nowadays?"
Zhang Yue braved the cold wind to sweep away the snow inside and outside the pavilion door. After all the actions, his body was wet with sweat, but his hands hurt even more.
When the minister came from a distance, he saw Zhang Yue sweeping away the snow.
"Grandpa, little brother, he is unkind to me!" The little girl complained to the minister as soon as she arrived.
"Why are you being so disrespectful? I'll teach him a lesson." The minister deliberately made a serious face.
"He agreed not to play chess with me?"
"Haha." The clerk smiled, and then solemnly said to Zhang Yue: "The professor wants you to go to the Zhai School!"
"I don't know what's going on?"
"Just go."
Zhang Yue immediately put down the broom and rushed to the private school. The clerk looked at Zhang Yue's back and smiled slightly.
After arriving at the school, Zhang Yue saw that in addition to Zhang Youzhi, there was also Zhang Heng.
Zhang Yue saluted the two of them and said, "I've met you, sir. I've met the chief."
The professor immediately smiled and said: "Sit down first."
Zhang Yue nodded and sat down after hearing this.
Zhang Heng was about to speak, but Zhang You said directly to Zhang Heng: "Speak slowly, don't scare him."
Zhang Yue's heart tightened, but Zhang Heng said, "How long have you been in our Zhoujin Hall?"
Zhang Yue said: "It's almost April."
"April!" The chief nodded.
"I wonder if the junior student did something wrong?" Zhang Yue asked anxiously.
Zhang You smiled and said: "No, it's only been four months, but your handwriting is completely different from before!"
That's what it turned out to be.
Zhang Yue felt relieved, and then said: "I usually neglect to practice as a junior student. I have copied a lot in the past few months, so my handwriting has improved."
It is said to be four months, but it is actually eight months. I practice during the day and at night. And in terms of learning effect, it is not that one plus one equals two, but one plus one is less than two. Because I practiced for five hours today and five more hours tomorrow.
If you practice for several hours, the effect will definitely not be as good as practicing for ten hours a day.
Why does Zhang Yue know so clearly? Children who have experienced college final exams all understand this truth.
Moreover, the efficiency of calligraphy practice in the dream was extremely high. Zhang Yue felt that his four months of calligraphy practice was equivalent to two years of other people's efforts.
Zhang Youzhi said to Zhang Yue gently: "I have discussed it with the chief of the restaurant, and from today onwards I will give you an extra page for three and a half cents!"
"Thank you to the professor!" Zhang Yue was very excited. This is all money.
And I got it by practicing calligraphy while copying books.
Zhang You smiled and said, "Don't thank me. The chief of the restaurant brought this up with me, otherwise I wouldn't know about it."
Zhang Yue looked at Zhang Heng, and he said calmly: "It's not my intention, it was mentioned to me by the academic record, and I only reported it to sir after reading it."
"Thank you, Chief."
Zhang Heng laughed and said, "Write it down."
Zhang Youzhi smiled gently and said: "The chief of the restaurant compared your copyings before and after four months to me. It's really a big difference. I have never seen anyone make such progress in calligraphy in my life. Do you have any tips?"
, can you teach me a lesson?"
Zhang Youzhi said it very politely, but being so polite made Zhang Yue a little confused.
"This this……"
This made Zhang Yue explain that it is not good to lie to others.
Zhang Heng said: "Sir, I think his words are "Lin Xuan Post Bar"! It has the ancient meaning of Jin people! Did he write other posts?"
Zhang Yue was full of contempt, Zhang Heng thought the copybook was a martial arts secret book? Whoever has a unique copybook can fight against all the invincible opponents in the world.
Calligraphy is a skill that comes from hard study and practice.
Zhang Yue thought for a moment and said, "That's not true. It's just that before you taught me to learn seal script, didn't I have to draw the chessboard and arrow targets first? When the students had free time, they used this to practice calligraphy. Unexpectedly, they started to see success in regular script."
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"This..." Zhang Heng's expression was very surprised. Zhang Yue knew that deep down in his heart, he must be thinking, isn't this what he said to deceive Lin Xi? How could he really succeed in this practice?
Zhang Youzhi said: "There is no big paper here, you can try with small paper."
"Yes, sir." Zhang Yue sat down, took the thinnest brush from the pen holder on the table where the chief of the post usually wrote and read, and dipped in ink on the paper to write.
Calligraphy is a wonderful thing. When I first started practicing calligraphy, I felt that the pen was a strange thing, but now Zhang Yue can use the pen smoothly, as if it is part of his body.
The five fingers lifted and stood up lightly, moving back and forth, light and agile. It was like a musician with superb skills, using the pen in his hand to play the most beautiful piece of music in the eyes of onlookers.
Zhang Yue drew nineteen vertical strokes, then nineteen horizontal strokes, and finished drawing the chessboard. At the moment of writing, he even forgot about the gazes of the two people beside him, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the tip of the pen and the paper.
Then Zhang Yue drew the target again, first a big circle and then a small circle, circle by circle from big to small.
At this moment, he remembered that in math class, the math teacher drew a circle on the blackboard casually, without using a compass, and a perfect circle was formed in one stroke.
Drawing a circle must be done in one go, without any pause. The heart will reach it as soon as it comes to mind, and the pen will reach it as soon as it comes to mind.
When Zhang Yue finished drawing all ten circles, he was already immersed in his own work. Although it was much worse than what Zhang Youzhi had drawn that day, today he was a little better than yesterday. This is how studying and studying are,
Don’t ask for speed, but ask for daily progress.
When Zhang Yue put down his pen with satisfaction, the school fell into silence.
