In front of a dark red table, there were several incense burners, emitting a faint scent of agarwood.
Yang Lin sat at the table with a smile, and in front of him stood a dozen imperial students dressed in Confucian attire. These were all imperial students who Yang Lin had investigated and had clean family backgrounds and good moral conduct.
One of them was Wu Min, who was the first to propose becoming a disciple at the forum that day, Cai Suan, the youngest son of Cai Jing, Ma Kuo, a native of Didao, Yu Wenxuzhong, a native of Guangdu, and Yuan Tingzhi, a native of Kaifeng.
These people were all very knowledgeable and respected Yang Lin, especially Cai Jing's youngest son, Cai Sui. He was afraid that Yang Lin would not allow him, so he even begged Cai Jing to bring him to become his disciple.
Cai Jing's eldest son, Cai You, could be pushed to Liang Shicheng by him. Liang Shicheng and Cai Jing were enemies from the beginning, and they both accepted his son, not to mention Yang Lin, who had a long history with him.
Yang Lin also happily agreed. Cai Jing's son Cai Sui's talents and character are actually quite good, and he is also top-notch in Taixue. It is not like what is said in Water Margin.
The evil official who painted ink.
Behind them, Taoist priest Mei led a group of Taoist boys to watch the ceremony.
The little Taoist priests looked very cute. They were sitting on futons and watching their master and uncle accepting disciples. Anyone who saw them would have to praise them for their good behavior, except for the owners of the houses that Yang Lin led them to demolish.
These little Taoist priests are very hungry when they curse people.
When the time came, there were a total of five disciples in the first batch, each holding a bunch of "shuxiu" in their hands, which is a bunch of dried meat, also known as dried meat, which is somewhat similar to today's bacon.
After sending them to Shu Xiu, the five people bowed respectfully to Yang Lin, performed the ceremony of Shu Xiu, and ordered the students to study, each in order of seniority and junior, and said in unison: "My teacher, please accept the bows of students."
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Yang Lin smiled softly and asked people to bring out the four treasures and five sets of the study room and give them to each student.
The five people sat at small tables in two rows and listened to Yang Lin's lectures. Yang Lin was also a little nervous about accepting a disciple for the first time. This was different from the lousy apprentices in later generations. To the ancients, this was equivalent to having a few more disciples.
Relatives.
"Disciple Regulations" is an enlightenment book for everyone to study, and it can also be seen that the ancients valued apprenticeship.
"Today you worship me as your teacher. From now on, you will study hard with me and study things to gain knowledge.
You are all students of Taipei University, and you will inevitably become officials in the future. You should also know that it is ten times more difficult for a person to work in an official career than when he retreats to the mountains and forests.
Insight into worldly matters is knowledge, and knowledge about human feelings is writing. The way to delve into this branch of knowledge is to study everything, rather than memorize the writings of saints."
"Really follow the teachings of my teacher."
Yang Lin nodded and said in a solemn voice: "Today I am getting started, I would like to ask you, why are you studying?"
Wu Min reacted the fastest, his eyes widened, and he said loudly: "Returning to my mentor, the purpose of studying is to learn the ways of saints and serve the imperial court."
Yu Wenxuzhong greatly agreed, and then said: "Studying can cultivate one's moral character, and becoming an official can govern the country and bring peace to the world."
"Mr. Zihou said: Studying is to establish a heart for the world, to establish a destiny for the people, to inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints, and to create peace for all generations." Cai Sui agreed with the views of his senior brothers and echoed loudly.
Yang Lin waved his hand, stood up, put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "In my opinion, reading is to transcend the ordinary and become a saint."
Several disciples were very excited when they heard this point of view again. They stretched their necks and waited for Yang Lin to continue.
Can people like myself also become saints?
A few days ago, at the Taixue Forum, Yang Lin said, "A saint is never too high, and everyone is never too low. If you stick to your true heart, everyone can become a saint."
It's like throwing a huge boulder into a calm lake, causing huge waves.
Cai Sui stood up, leaned forward, his face was blood red with excitement, and asked: "Teacher, how can we ordinary people become saints?"
Yang Lin smiled and said: "I have four words for you. Only after you understand them can you become a disciple of the Yang family."
After saying this, he walked to the wall and wrote: "When I'm hungry, I eat and when I'm tired, I come to sleep, so I practice mystical things. People in the world don't believe it, but they look for gods from outside themselves."
If Taoist Master Mei realized something, he shook his fly whisk and sighed: "Master, my uncle is profound in Confucianism and Taoism, and he has already mastered it. Sure enough, the tops of the Tao are connected?"
After Yang Lin finished writing, he said with a smile: "From now on, you don't have to go to Taixue every day. Instead, you go to Zhaode Square to study and study. I will give lectures when I have time."
Cai Sui was fine, but the other people had troubled expressions. If they couldn't pass the imperial examination, how could they become officials? But since their mentor was destined, they had to grit their teeth and agree.
Yang Lin saw the hesitation of the disciples and said with a smile: "Over at Taixue, there are teachers who can tell you that you don't need to worry about it. Those of you who live in other places can live in the outer courtyard of Zhaodefang, and I will find someone to clean up a few rooms for you.
The courtyard. But I have agreed that there are many warriors in the outer courtyard. You must not despise them and treat them with courtesy."
Today's literati despise military attaches, it is almost engraved in their bones. Yang Lin has to find a way to correct it starting from his own disciples.
Yang Lin gave an order and asked Yang San to take them to the outer courtyard. They saw that the place looked like a busy city.
In the outer courtyard of Yang Lin's Zhaodefang, various talents gathered. His nephew Xu Shuwei, who abandoned his official position and became a doctor, was also attracted by him, as well as his friends.
These people include mathematicians, geologists, carpenters, blacksmiths, and veterinarians. I don’t know why they have similar odors and make friends with each other.
Houses in Bianliang are expensive, and if such a good thing comes from the sky, no one will refuse it. Only Xu Shuwei complained. He originally planned to return to his hometown to live in a cottage and study medical skills.
Yang Lin only used one sentence to make this prickly person who resigned to study medicine stay: Can you afford so many medicinal materials for research?
Wu Min was secretly stunned. There were so many people in his mentor's home.
Seeing that the cleared yard was all clean and tidy, but the furniture was all made of precious wood, this opened the eyes of these scholars.
If the outer courtyard is like this, what should the inner courtyard be like?——
In the inner courtyard of Zhaodefang, Yang Lin lay down on the soft floor and breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's so damn tiring to act like a teacher."
Yin Qianqian, who was standing next to him, served tea and pursed his lips with a smile: "Dalang, there will be more days of putting on airs in the future. I really don't know what you look like when you are serious. Next time, can I pretend to be a man and go to listen?"
The tea was mixed with honey and was slightly warm, so Yang Lin drank it to moisten his throat after talking all day.
Yang Lin sat on the bed, drinking hot tea and exhaled comfortably: "As I said, just start working harder, pretending, and you will get used to it. You little slut, why are you pretending to be a student to join in the fun, eh?"
A bold idea appeared in Yang Lin's mind. He squinted at Yin Qianqian's exquisite figure and looked back and forth.