Chapter two hundred and eighty seventh physical education
Outside Bianliang City, Yang Lin took his five disciples, as well as a group of miscellaneous scholars raised by his family, including veterinarian experts, and traveled across mountains and rivers to a lime shop.
The lime mill is located in a secluded valley across the river. On the one hand, it prevents the thick smoke from calcining lime from affecting the surrounding residents. On the other hand, it is also convenient for felling wood, burning charcoal and mining limestone.
On the conical lime cellar, the chimney is sealed, leaving only a small hole showing out the smoke.
The few plasterers did not recognize them, but seeing these people crowding in front and behind, and the guards clearing the way, they knew they were nobles, and they all stood by the cellar and watched them from a distance.
Wu Min, Cai Sui and others were also puzzled. If their teacher didn't give him a lecture, why would he bring him to a place like this?
On the contrary, Xu Shuwei became interested again and loudly explained to his companions that lime can be used as medicine: "If you pick fennel, kudzu leaves, deer live grass, oak leaves, peony, and artemisia leaves in May, mix them with lime and pound them into a ball like a chicken egg, and then expose it to the sun.
And dry, it can cure sores and promote muscle growth."
Everyone was in a lack of interest. The smell of smoke here was very strong. The billets fired in the kiln were still emitting hot air and were dusty and had a choking smell.
Yang Lin turned around and asked, "Can wounds from swords and arrows be cured?"
Xu Shuwei was overjoyed when he saw someone cheering for him, and he cheered up and said, "Of course you can."
Yang Lin kept an eye on it and continued to lead people inside. After a while, the owner of the lime shop arrived after hearing the news. He rubbed his hands and did not dare to come forward.
For the common people of this era, it was okay to let them make noises on both sides of the road, but they would inevitably be a little timid when meeting such a big official alone.
Yang Lin stretched out his hand and made a move. The shopkeeper smiled, nodded and bowed, and said: "I pay my respects to the Young Master."
Yang Lin smiled and said: "We have no other intention today. We just come to visit your workshop. If the shopkeeper is free, can you show us around?"
When he heard Yang Lin was so polite, the shopkeeper almost burst into tears and led everyone into the kiln.
As he walked, he explained: "The craftsmen cut limestone from the mountains, put it in the kiln, spread a layer of charcoal, and then spread a layer of limestone. They piled it up to seven or eight layers and then sealed the kiln and fired it. What comes out is lime."
After walking around, everyone followed Yang Lin to an open space. Yang Lin found a stone and sat down.
The people around him no longer cared about his image, and sat down with him one after another, surrounding Yang Lin in the middle.
Picking up an uncalcined stone with cooled lime in his left hand, Yang Lin said to everyone: "Look, this stone is originally extremely hard, but when it is fired into lime, it can be used to whitewash walls. Have you ever thought about the reason behind this?"
Do you know why ordinary stones can be turned into something as useful as lime when fired in a sealed kiln?"
Everyone was shaking their heads like rattles.
Yang Lin went on to say: "To study things to gain knowledge, you should study them deeply. If you understand the secrets, can you draw inferences from one example and turn more seemingly useless things into magic?
Insights into worldly affairs are all knowledge. Before the birth of the saint, there was no Analects of Confucius in the world. Many classics had not been published, but at that time hundreds of schools of thought were flourishing, many scholars were contending, and sages appeared frequently.
Those of us who are studying should get out of the book, rather than go into the book, become an old bookworm who chews the book and memorizes it by rote, drops the book bag, and is useless. This is the kind of scholar who is useless."
Wu Min and others seemed to understand, and some miscellaneous scholars were already clapping their thighs and applauding. These words simply spoke to their hearts.
Yang Lin continued: "The purpose of saints writing books and sayings is to teach us the principles and principles of how to act, rather than to plan the path for you to act. If you study the Analects and Doctrine of the Mean all day long, can you still surpass Confucius and Mencius? They have already set a good example for future generations. You have left behind your own scholarship, and what you need is for future generations to carry it forward.
If you understand the saints thoroughly and become Confucius, Mencius and Laozi, what’s the use?
We already have Confucius, we don’t need a second one, what we need is a new sage.
If someone can find a way like turning stone into lime to benefit all people, then he is a new saint."
Jia Xian, a great mathematician who can open higher powers, stood up and cheered loudly as if he had drunk fake wine, which startled his friend Xu Shuwei next to him.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Jia Xian was embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "Young Master Jin Yu's kind words made me couldn't help but applaud, don't blame me."
Xu Shuwei tugged on his sleeves and motioned for him to sit down quickly and stop embarrassing himself.
Jia Xian had no reason not to be excited. Yang Lin's words greatly encouraged this mathematician who was not understood by others. Moreover, Yang Shaozai was not just talking, he had promised to write a preface to his new book and print and distribute it.
Will a school of thought be able to be passed down? Will all the work one has done in his life be in vain? Will it be able to leave a name for others a hundred years later?
All of this comes down to whether you can write a book, otherwise you will receive a disciple and spread the word by word of mouth, and you don’t know when it will be cut off. Moreover, everyone’s understanding is limited, and the disciples you receive may not be talented in this area. Many academics in ancient China This is how research is lost.
Although Jia Xian felt very uncomfortable, he still hugged Yang Lin deeply, and the latter gave him an encouraging look, which made Jia Xian excited.
Yang Lin looked at several students and found that they were all thoughtful, even frowning.
The words of my mentor are very different from the indoctrination I received in the past. Everyone can become a saint. Didn’t I learn it from the saint’s articles?
However, if you think about it carefully, it does make some sense. Since the saint established the book, I have never heard of any great Confucian being able to become a saint.
Everyone was sitting in the valley, and it gradually became cold. Yang Lin said loudly: "That's it for today, let's go back."
If you have nothing to do, take them out for a walk, which can be regarded as giving these nerds some exercise. It makes no sense to lecture these people on the forum or in the study room. You have to go deep into the field and change these people's deep-rooted views bit by bit. Let him learn to think, learn to question, learn to be down-to-earth, and learn to speak meaningfully.
A few nerds and a group of miscellaneous scholars are all a little exhausted. They are not Yang Lin, and they do not have Tiantian Baduanjin, Five Elements Boxing, Ginseng Rong Tang, and sea dog bian to serve them.
Yang Lin didn't want to eat a fat man in one bite, and said loudly: "That's it for today, we will continue tomorrow."
When everyone heard this, they complained incessantly. Wu Min, Cai Sui and others did not dare to lament, but they also looked worried.
Yang Lin chuckled lightly and scolded: "You inferior goods, if you don't move, your skin will become rusty and hairy. No need to go to the mountain tomorrow, let's go to the weaving workshop to have a look."
Now from the south of the Yangtze River, especially Suzhou, a kind of water-powered spinning wheel is introduced, which is recognized by later generations as the beginning of machine work.
When everyone heard that they were moving in Bianliang City, their worries turned to joy, and they followed Yang Lin slowly out of the mountains.
Yang Lin slowed down his pace and deliberately walked at the back. He looked at their backs with a look of relief and pride in his eyes.