The master of Shaoxing is famous all over the world. That is a matter of our Qing Dynasty. It did not really flourish during the Ming Dynasty.
If someone calls Shen Fucong "Master" to his face, Master Shen will definitely be furious.
Because in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, "Master" also specifically referred to teachers with higher status. Those who followed the chief officer to make plans were called staff members, staff friends or staff guests.
However, there are also masters among the court guests, and the work content is very complicated.
For example, if the employer likes to play chess, then the master will teach him chess skills and play chess with the employer for fun. Or if the employer likes to recite poems and write poems, then the master will accompany the employer to study literature. What's more, if the employer likes women, then the master will teach the employer I visit the brothels and occasionally offer some of my skills in the house - to put it bluntly, I am a literary and artistic helper.
There are also some outstanding people who draft documents for their employers, or teach their children part-time. Later, the confusion and fusion of mubin and master also originated from the mubin who was a tutor, also known as a teacher or a xibin.
Shen Fucong thinks very highly of himself and positions himself as a mastermind, so how can he bother to associate with helpers, clerks, and tutors?
In fact, there is no difference at all, it's just a chain of contempt within the court.
Shen Fuchong often played chess with his benefactor and visited the brothel with him. He was fully responsible for the paperwork. But his real role was to solve practical problems for his benefactor. In layman's terms, he was a dog-headed military advisor. pieces.
After more than ten years of working as a receptionist, Master Shen has developed the habit of being idle and indolent. He is only responsible for making suggestions and providing food and drink every day, while other people will do the specific actions.
Now that he came to Heishanlingzhai, Master Shen felt very uncomfortable.
Not to mention the past, even when he was imprisoned, he could drink a little wine every day with just a little money. In this shabby village, he only eats sorghum porridge all day long, mixed with unpalatable bran, and only eats two meals a day. A meal is simply not how people live!
The memory of two meals a day is too old for Master Shen, and it still stays in his youth when he aspired to take the imperial examination.
In the morning, the sun was shining down.
Master Shen was wearing a barbarian short shirt, lying on a thatched bed with disheveled hair, drinking water from a clay bowl, feeling sorry for himself and reciting poems: "I spent the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, and my interest was as low as that of a wild monk. There is no wine in this village. I don't know how to return it." How long will it take? I have pity on my seventh concubine. She has only been married for less than ten months and she has to endure the pain of longing for her. No, my wife Yuan has always been arrogant. I am afraid that my beautiful concubine has been kicked out by her long ago!"
"Dong dong dong!"
There was a knock on the door.
Master Shen didn't even bother to sit up, so he lay on the bed and asked, "What's the matter?"
Wang Yuan's voice came from outside: "Sir, you have been training for three days. Is it time to officially teach me how to read?"
Master Shen said nonchalantly: "I am suffering from a stubborn illness, and I may not be able to recover within a year and a half."
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and Wang Yuan kicked the door open.
Master Shen was like a dog whose tail was stepped on. He jumped up from the bed in shock and said in a panic: "What do you want to do?"
Wang Yuan immediately bent his bow and nocked an arrow, squinted his eyes and sneered: "My family is poor and I don't have any extra rice. Since your husband is seriously ill, there is no need to waste food. I will send your husband back to the west right now!"
"Wait!"
Master Shen quickly went down to the ground to stretch his legs and feet, patted his body randomly, and looked surprised: "It's strange, the strange disease on my body has been cured without any medicine. It must be that the sorghum porridge in the village is particularly nourishing!"
"Really? Then I congratulate you sir on your recovery from a serious illness," Wang Yuan played with the earthen bow in his hand and asked with a smile, "but sir, you just recovered from your illness, do you have the energy to teach me how to read?"
"Yes, yes, I'm in good spirits," Master Shen smiled apologetically for a while, then sighed in a pretentious manner, "Oh, I also want to teach you to read. But I have no books, no pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, so how can I teach you? It’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice!”
"Sir, please come with me." Wang Yuan was already prepared.
Master Shen held a feather fan, walked leisurely, chewed his teeth and followed Wang Yuan out. He knew that Wang Yuan's family was poor and had no money to buy pen and ink books, so it was not his fault.
Wang Yuan went back to the house and brought a blackboard. He asked Carpenter Liu to plan the wooden board with wedges and then use Yamazaka raw lacquer mixed with sand to spread it evenly.
"Chalk" is even easier to find. Heishanling is a karst landform, with limestone all over the mountains and plains. You can get slaked lime by adding water to it by firing it.
For engineering dogs, these are not problems. They can be solved by careful thinking and experiments. Because the flame temperature is not enough, it is definitely not possible to burn high-purity quicklime in large quantities. However, if the limestone is crushed and then calcined in a small amount, it is more than enough to make chalk. .
Wang Yuan took out the chalk, pointed at the blackboard and said: "Sir, the board is the paper and the lime is the pen. Please write the words on the blackboard."
Mr. Shen was probably bored out of his mind, but he actually found it very interesting. After trying it for a while, he laughed and said, "Hey, it can really be used for writing."
It just can't be wiped clean. No matter how I wipe it, it's like there's a layer of white dust on the blackboard.
I can only say that it is barely usable.
Master Shen was so full of bad intentions that he actually wanted to trick people into taking revenge. He deliberately did not start with the basic teachings such as writing horizontally and vertically, writing down a few words, then pointed to the blackboard and said: "I will teach you the Three Character Classic first. When people are born, they are inherently good. Learn these six words first, and then teach others after you have learned them well."
"In the beginning, human nature is good. Sir, I understand." Wang Yuan took a look and found that the simplified and traditional Chinese characters of these six characters were the same.
Master Shen smiled and said: "Being able to read is not enough, you must be able to write!"
Wang Yuan took the chalk and wrote six words: "Sir, I do know how to do it."
This motherfucker knows how to write?
Master Shen was a little confused about the situation, so he quickly erased the words on the blackboard and said: "Not only must you write according to it, but you must also be able to write silently."
Wang Yuan smiled and wrote again.
How could this be?
Master Shen was stunned for a moment.
Chinese characters have a complex writing system. It is incredible for a beginner who has not mastered horizontal and vertical strokes to learn six Chinese characters in an instant.
"Ahem!"
Master Shen coughed twice to cover up his surprise, and wrote "Sex is similar, habits are far apart", pretending to be calm and said: "The six words just now are too simple, most children can learn them in one go, I will teach them again Your six more complicated words."
Among these six characters, there are two characters that are inconsistent with traditional and simplified Chinese characters.
Wang Yuan carefully memorized the writing method and quickly said: "Sir, I have remembered it again. I will write it silently for you to see."
When Wang Yuan wrote the words again, Master Shen was completely stunned. He stared at Wang Yuan like a monster: "You are not teasing me again, are you? You must have learned it before!"
"Really not." Wang Yuan replied.
It's weird if you haven't learned it before. Master Shen wouldn't believe it even to death.
Master Shen started searching and came up with a rather uncommon Tang poem. Not to mention the children in the barbarian land, even many students did not know it. He immediately wrote this poem and said: "Learning requires talent. If you can If you memorize this poem and learn how to write it within a stick of incense, you will have the talent to take the imperial examination. If you can't learn it, you should give up as soon as possible, so that you and I can get together and relax."
[The ten branches of the sea are shining brightly, and the hanging garden is celebrating the Spring Festival. The morning couplets are made of flowers, and the rhombus colors are turned over to the mirror.
Suddenly, when there is a startling wind, floating clouds will reflect it. Even more, everyone is looking up to him, and there is no need to wave his arms to correct him.]
Mr. Shen was just deliberately being disgusting. He left out the simpler common Chinese characters and used the most complicated traditional Chinese characters instead.
This approach resulted in 12 of the 40 Chinese characters in the poem being different from simplified to traditional, and the strokes were very complicated. How can beginners master them quickly?
The moment Wang Yuan saw this poem, he couldn't help complaining in his heart: I believed you, this bad old man, I hate you so much!
Master Shen felt extremely happy and proud when he saw Wang Yuan's expression. He had been frustrated since the two met, and now he finally played with the child.
At the same time, Master Shen was inexplicably sad, thinking that he, Shen Weitang, had been so conceited for most of his life that he was reduced to competing with a child.
What a shame!
Wang Yuan did not expose the other party's trick, but seriously asked for advice on the meaning of the poem, and then began to learn to recite it. In less than one stick of incense, he wrote the Tang poem silently, and said with a smile: "Sir, I can do it again. Press What you said just now means that I should have the talent to take the imperial examination, right?"
Master Shen's eyes widened in disbelief, and he murmured to himself: "How could it be so? How could it be so? Is there really a natural talent for reading?"
Until this moment, Master Shen finally began to look squarely at Wang Yuan. He had always regarded Wang Yuan's reading as a joke.
For barbarian children who don’t even have household registration, what is it if it’s not a joke to take the imperial examination?
But now, maybe that is really possible.
However, even if Wang Yuan showed amazing talent and Master Shen had accepted this student from the bottom of his heart, he was still unwilling to give in easily because this matter related to the dignity of a teacher.
Master Shen chose to continue arranging the score, reduced the font size to a very small size, and wrote the entire "Three Character Classic" on both sides of the blackboard. He threw down the chalk and said, "Read it slowly by yourself. I will go to the room and take a nap until you can recite it completely." Write it silently and come back to me."
This kind of teaching method is purely free-range and has no system at all. If it were other children, they would definitely be confused and even give up the idea of studying.
But Wang Yuan was very satisfied. If he really had to start from scratch, he would feel bored and impatient.
In fact, Master Shen regarded this as a test and thought: If you can master the "Three Character Classic" like this, what if I accept you as a student?
It only took Wang Yuan two days to complete the "Three Character Classic" with more than 1,000 words, coupled with memorizing traditional Chinese characters. He was also a student of 985,211 in his previous life. Memorizing the "Three Character Classic" is much easier than memorizing postgraduate entrance examination materials.
Two days later, Wang Yuan found Shen Fucong again: "Sir, I can already recite dictation."
"Have you really finished studying?" Master Shen asked in surprise.
Although Shen Fucong was looking forward to this and even expected it, Wang Yuan's speed still amazed him.