After being away from the capital for several months, Zhang Shou and Zhang Shou were now walking side by side on the spacious avenue of Xuanwumen Street in the inner city. Zhang Chen was full of ambition and Zhu Er was looking forward to it. But not long after, the two of them made the same move at the same time.
He just turned around and glanced at Ah Liu, who was following them leisurely.
As for the other guards who are following suit...how can they compare with this strange but powerful kid like Ah Liu?
"A Liu (Sixth Brother) won't be angry, right?"
After asking almost the same question again at the same time, Zhang Chen and Zhu Er immediately glared at each other. Zhu Er, who was the first to speak, mocked: "When you just kept saying that Brother Six had a bad idea, you were quite plausible. Now you know
Are you afraid? Hey, when you were showing off that you knew everything, why didn't you restrain yourself? You made Sixth Brother sound ignorant!"
"If you don't have a sixth brother to flatter you, who doesn't know that you are doing the same thing in front of your face and behind your back?" If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't kick Zhu Er's ass on horseback, Zhang Chen would have kicked him directly.
After scolding him, he didn't bother to pay attention to Zhu Er, and went straight to catch up with Zhang Shou who didn't look back or answer. He said with some embarrassment, "I just wanted to follow up what you said, Mr. Xiao, to scare Cao Wu. I didn't want to ridicule him."
6. Cao Wu is an all-rounded man, a warrior with no backbone at all. Not to mention compared to Ah Liu, the guards like Zhu Er and I all look tougher than him."
Zhang Shou almost laughed out loud at the adjective Zhang Chen. He turned back to Ah Liu and said, "Ah Liu, did you hear that Zhang Chen said about you, and the few people from Zhao Guogong's Palace and Qin Guogong's Palace behind?"
The little brother is strong and strong!"
"My ears are very good." In order to prove this point, Ah Liu even took out his ears, and then said calmly, "If Cao Wu knew, he would definitely say, how much is the iron bone worth?"
Zhang Chen was choked by Ah Liu's words and was a little embarrassed, while Zhu Er was laughing with joy. At this time, Zhang Shoucai said with a smile: "How do you want him to behave in front of you, the eldest son of the Duke of Qin?"
"Point your nose and scold you? You are not a dandy who harms the people. Show off your outstanding skills and compete with your guards, knock them down and show off your skills? Who has any brains to do that? As for you
When you call him for something, he doesn't come and replies harshly that I'm not your Zhang family's slave. Are you sure you won't get so angry at that time?"
Seeing Zhang Chen's increasingly embarrassed look, Zhang Shou shrugged: "The iron-bone character is suitable for warriors who face difficulties and persevere; suitable for those who fight alone, are defeated and captured, and refuse to surrender; suitable for those who are determined to fight to the death.
A truly famous minister who does not hesitate to offend the powerful and even the emperor for the sake of the country and the people; he is suitable for those capable people with lofty ideals who do not hesitate to break their bodies in order to repay the kindness of their fortune."
"It's not that there are no people with backbone among the people of various religions and nine schools who are wandering the market, but most of the time they don't show it, so of course you can't see it. Because whenever they need to show what's hidden under their rickety backs,
When they almost forget about their iron bones, most of them are already very dangerous moments."
"Think about Xian Yunhe and the others."
Thinking of the huge turmoil caused by the group of barefoot men in Xian Yunhe in Cangzhou, Zhang Chen was speechless. Then, he heard Ah Liu's voice coming from behind him: "Also, I'm not angry."
When he saw Zhang Chen and Zhu Er looking back at him again, Ah Liu said calmly: "I just feel that Little Peanut is quite pitiful, so I just give him some advice, even if it doesn't work.
"
He came up with such an idea casually... but it actually collided with Cao Wu's intention to go to Beijing! Even Zhang Chen couldn't help but want to shed tears of sympathy for Cao Wu at this moment. Not to mention Zhu Er, hugging him
He laughed so hard that he screamed ouch. If he hadn't been on horseback, he would have found something to hit twice to express his gloating.
"It's best if it works. If it doesn't, there's nothing you can do about it. Ah Liu has always been so willful in his actions and words."
Zhang Shou answered a sentence, then suddenly coughed, and then smiled and looked at Zhang Chen and Zhu Er who had been completely distracted since the beginning and didn't even notice where they were: "The public school has arrived, aren't you very curious about me?
How come a group of literate typesetters suddenly emerged? Now, you can go and see how people take classes!"
As soon as these words came out, not to mention Zhang Chen and Zhu Er, Young Master Jiang, who was hanging far behind but had always pricked up his ears to listen to the words of the people in front, also felt a little curious. After thinking about it, he decided to rush out shamelessly.
Come here to avoid being blocked at the gate of the public school. However, to his surprise, he actually entered the gate of the public school smoothly!
Unlike the Imperial College, there isn't even a gatekeeper here, and it's completely a matter of casual entry and exit.
Compared with the buildings in the Imperial College that look majestic but are actually in a state of disrepair in many places, many houses here can be seen to have been built in a hurry. Even when people enter, they can see
There is a scene of large-scale construction work. As for the people wandering around in twos and threes, many of them are half-year-old children wearing ordinary clothes.
However, the people who built the house made almost no noise except for working, and most of the people wandering around and looking around restrained the sound of conversation. Therefore, although it is not as quiet as the Imperial College, it does not seem noisy.
Zhang Shou, who often comes and goes, led everyone to a classroom. Standing in front of him was a young man with a tall figure and a delicate appearance. He gently nodded the big black boy in front of him with a pointer.
On one side of the wall, lines of numbers and calculations were quickly written with a white pen.
The half-grown children below were copying notes quickly. Some of those who couldn't keep up showed obvious bitterness, but they were still writing desperately while scratching their heads.
Looking at this scene, Zhang Shou explained in a low voice: "Initially, I suggested painting the large pine board black and writing on it with a special gypsum pen to teach students arithmetic. But the large pine board was still too small.
, two or three boards are often not enough for a class. Later, Lu Jijiu came up with a good idea and changed it to using plaster of paris, lime and pot smoke mixed to paint the white walls black."
"In this way, one wall is probably enough for one class. After writing, the students take turns to clear it. It can write a lot more blackboards than pine boards. Although it needs to be repainted from time to time, it is better than having to replace five or six large pine boards in one class.
powerful."
Regarding the ancient teaching model that has been passed down orally from ancient times to the present, this relatively intuitive teaching blackboard, Zhang Chen and Zhu Er were amazed when they looked at it, while Zhang Shou shook his head as he said: "But there are also shortcomings.
The only problem is that the pen used for writing on the blackboard is not very easy to use, so it is still being improved. Some teachers also use a sandbox teaching method with students watching."
"In short, at this public school, we are talking about innovation, and all imaginable methods can be used. Because those who take classes here are not people who want to win fame in the examination room and then become officials to honor their ancestors. The students who go to school here are not
In order to squeeze that single-plank bridge, what I hope more is to learn a skill within my ability, support my family, and make my family live a better life."
Zhang Chen and Zhu Er took a trip to Cangzhou. At this time, of course, they no longer asked why they didn't cover the wall with white paper and then use ink pens to write on the blackboard - because poor paper couldn't withstand such writing.
How much does good paper cost? Not to mention smooth writing. These things are much more expensive than the materials Lu Wan used to paint the walls.
Although Zhang Shou used the form of running the royal chef selection competition and poured all the profits into the public school, he could not afford to spend money lavishly. After all, no one from a peasant family or a poor family could afford the tuition.
Although Mr. Jiang who was following behind had never seen the life of a poor family, he saw that the room was full of children in shabby clothes. Although the young man teaching the class was dressed simply, he could clearly see a certain elegance.
, when he saw that Zhang Shou was taking someone to the next classroom, he couldn't help but take two quick steps to get close to him.
"Dr. Zhang, the teacher who taught the class looks very impressive. Such a talent must be unusual, right?"
"Oh, that's Xie Wanquan, the director of the Sui Xing Hall in front of the Imperial College. You may have heard of him, the one who cut off his robes and broke off from his teacher, Dr. Yang Yiming, the Imperial Academy."
When Zhang Shou saw that Young Master Jiang was dumbfounded, he smiled and said: "Although many people among the scholars spoke poorly of him, there were also people who appreciated that he upheld the right path and was not afraid of power. So two days ago, Uncle Xiangyang
The fact that his daughter was betrothed to him can be regarded as a sensational story in the capital."
To be precise, she was the youngest daughter of Uncle Xiangyang's family, the biological sister of Zhang Datou. Zhu Ying had forgotten to mention this on her birthday, but she turned around and said it to him the next day as if to express her gratitude.
When he got up, he was almost stunned.
The Duke of Zhao, Zhu Jing, and the Duke of Chu, Zhang Rui, were mortal enemies. According to his imagination, Uncle Xiangyang was the second brother of the Duke of Chu. Even if the girl from the Xiangyang uncle's family really liked Xie Wanquan's "iron-bones", this matter spread to
Xiangyang Bo Zhang Qiong heard that this hot-tempered nobleman would definitely beat a mandarin duck, and rushed to Zhao Guogong's mansion to settle accounts with Zhu Ying.
But the result was just the opposite. Zhu Ying, a great matchmaker, miraculously came to fruition!
But now when he told the news in public, it was someone else who was dumbfounded. Zhang Chen was quite familiar with the grumpy Xiangyang Bo Zhang Qiong, so he couldn't help but exclaimed: "That one who speaks loudly all the time
Uncle Xiangyang who is making a lot of noise? Is he willing to marry his daughter to Xie Wanquan? Oh my God, his big son didn’t say anything?"
Zhu Er laughed directly and said: "What can Big Guy Zhang say? Even though he is big, he is more afraid of his father than a mouse is of a cat. It would be better for me to meet my father! His father wants to marry his daughter,
How dare he stop him?"
He had to hide as far as he could from Xiangyang Bo Zhang Qiong, otherwise if he was hit by that big slap like a cattail leaf fan, he would have no way to deal with it, because he had already experienced the consequences of crying for his father when he was a child.
That must have been a severe beating from his father! Moreover, Zhang Qiong never showed mercy even to his outstanding elder brother Zhu Tingfang, who no longer suffered any disadvantages until he became successful in martial arts.
However, his sister Zhu Ying is an exception. Even Zhang Rui, the Duke of Chu, who would start arguing with his father whenever they met each other, rarely smiled at Zhu Ying, let alone
Xiangyang Bo Zhang Qiong died.
Anyway, he never believed that Lu Sanpang’s father, Lu Wan, had such matchmaking skills, nor did he believe that Xiangyang Bo Zhang Qiong had such a keen eye for choosing a son-in-law. His sister must have been the one causing trouble in this marriage!
When Young Master Jiang asked the answer, he couldn't help but feel envious in his heart. However, after following Zhang Shou to visit several classrooms, he found that except for the very basic knowledge of the Thousand-Character Chinese, which was basic addition, subtraction, and multiplication, he didn't see much.
The typesetter, he gradually became a little confused, but soon he heard a loud voice.
"You can read Yang script, but you won't know it if you switch to Yin script? How many times have I told you that when you are assigned to copy, you are not allowed to write in Yang script, and all of them are written in Yin script. In this way, these things will be firmly engraved in your mind.
, you can think of using it immediately when typing. This is called efficiency, do you understand efficiency?"
"Every word of the inscriptions is engraved in your mind, and you will become accustomed to it when you write it. You can also work as a carver in the future. Compared with working as a coolie carrying bags at the dock, compared with working as a laborer building walls and building kangs for people, it is better to
Work as a waiter in a restaurant, whether it's lettering or typesetting, you won't be exposed to the wind or rain, and you don't need to be very strenuous. The starting salary is 2,500 yuan a month!"
"An extremely skilled typesetter or engraver can easily earn 3,500 yuan a month! However, once more people master the skill, it is no longer valuable. If you can take the lead, you are already ahead of many others.
Front!"
If it were those Confucian scholars who heard such utilitarian words at this moment, they would most likely be furious and denounced such statements as blasphemous to the school. However, Mr. Jiang was a businessman, and what he said was pragmatism rather than pragmatism. Zhang Chenzhu
Second Geng felt that these words were more convincing than those big principles, so the three of them nodded in unison.
"Do you know who the teacher of this professor is?"
Seeing Young Master Jiang and Zhang Chen and Zhu Er shaking their heads at the same time, Zhang Shou chuckled and said: "He is an ordinary old vegetable grower in my Zhang Garden. However, for many years he has been writing on the sand and carving patterns on winter melons and radishes.
I am very good at both Yin and Yang scripts, and I am good at writing official script. Even if I am not as agile and graceful as those calligraphers, it is enough for printing."
"Just before, Lu Jijiu told me that the old typesetter who taught these people was seriously ill and couldn't do it, so I recommended him. Originally, I just let him try it out, but now it seems that his skills are not limited to
Use it to carve radishes and carve winter melons.”
Just when Young Master Jiang was shocked that Zhang Shou's family was so hidden, he heard a hearty laugh. Looking back, he saw a middle-aged man about forty years old, and then he heard Zhang Shou's laughter.
He smiled and called Lu Jijiu.
After Lu Wan appeared, he glanced at everyone and said with a smile: "Although these students in the Yinwen class are still far away from graduation, today, the book they participated in engraving and typesetting for the first time has been printed.
I just don’t know how the sales are going to be, and whether I can make that fat boy of mine who claims to lead the bookstore in Beijing suffer a lot.”