Wang Yangming checked his disciple's homework and said to Wang Yuan: "Your basic skills in European style are sufficient. From today on, you can practice Taige style instead."
"Okay." Wang Yuan smiled and put away the copybook.
Taige style is considered to be a restriction on calligraphy, but for beginners like Wang Yuan, it is enough to be able to write in one font well, so there is no need to restrict it. This thing is the standard font for imperial examinations, especially
There is no Zhujuan in the palace examination, and it is difficult to get a good rank in the examination without writing Taige style.
Wang Yangming was more serious with other disciples, but he only liked to tease Wang Yuan. At this moment, he smiled and said: "It just so happens that I want to study the "Collection of Zhou Yuan Gong", but the bookstores in the city can't find it. You can go to the Yi family's library and use Taige style.
Bring a copy back."
Wang Yuan immediately agreed, not knowing that he had been tricked by Uncle Wang.
"Collection of Zhou Yuan Gong" is a collection of Zhou Dunyi's essays. Wang Yangming probably wanted to study the "Book of Changes" in depth, so he planned to read Zhou Dunyi's works carefully. But that thing has nine volumes, which is quite thick. If you only copy half an hour a day, it will be enough.
Wang Yuan copied it for a month or two.
Song Ling'er held up "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and said, "Sir, I have finished memorizing this book. You promised to teach me the art of war."
Wang Yuan was quite surprised. This girl used to fall asleep while reading "The Thousand Character Essay", but now she can actually recite the entire "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. He only knew that she had been reading during this time, so he thought it was just pretending, but he didn't expect it to be true.
That's how he changed his gender.
Wang Yangming thought for a while and said: "I really don't have extra time. Every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, I will give you an hour-long class alone. If you want to be a female general, go and read "Zuo Zhuan" first. Quan Dang Story
Read the book and ask me if you don’t understand.”
"Oh." Song Ling'er still doesn't know what "Zuo Zhuan" is, otherwise her head would be as big as a bucket.
The two of them left the study together and came to the courtyard, where they saw Li Ying and others carrying bows and arrows on their backs.
"Ruoxu, Ling'er, go hunting!"
Li Ying called for his friends and saw Tang Zhen and Ye Wu again. He quickly shouted: "Bo Yuan, Zicang, let's go hunting!"
"Okay, I was just thinking about moving my hands and feet." Tang Zhen responded immediately.
Song Ling'er had been reading seriously for two months, and she had long been exhausted. At this moment, she felt itchy and unbearable: "Well...it doesn't matter if we delay it for a day, Wang Yuan, let's go hunting too."
"Next time, I have to copy the "Collection of Zhou Yuan Gong" for my husband." Wang Yuan didn't want to waste time.
Song Ling'er hesitated again and again, but still couldn't hold it back. She quickly went back to her room, took out her bow and arrows, and followed Zhu Sheng to the northern suburbs for hunting.
Today was a day off. Li Ying went to the academy to yell at him and summoned more than ten people.
The place where books were copied was also in the north of the city. Wang Yuan followed them out of the north gate and soon came to Yi's Wanjuan Tower.
The Yi family also belongs to a scholarly family in Guiyang. During the Xuande period, one of the second-ranked Jinshi students was awarded. This was the best result obtained by Guizhou scholars before Guizhou established its own provincial examination (Jiajing), which shows that the cultural heritage of the Yi family is indeed profound.
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The Yi family had their own private school, and the teachers were all retired members of the family. Moreover, they focused on the imperial examinations. Seeing that Wang Yangming's lectures had gone astray, no one of the Yi family's children was willing to worship under Wang Yangming's disciples.
However, Wang Yangming has become famous recently, and the Yi family is interested in making friends with him. A few days ago, they even invited Uncle Wang to visit Wanjuan Tower.
When Wang Yangming saw the many books in Wanjuan Tower and the beautiful scenery around him, he couldn't help but think of his hometown. He wrote a poem on the spot: "The tall buildings are cold in June, and the mountains are surrounded by blue orchids. The long-term guest has forgotten his hometown.
, I am happy to be an idle official. The secluded flowers are dim in the evening, the deep trees are new and the rain has not dried. I can see the sea and the sky thousands of miles away, and it is difficult to return home because of the wind and dust."
Before entering the Yi Manor, I could see the Wanjuan Tower from a distance. It was four stories high. There was a copy hall on the first floor, and the other three floors were all filled with books.
The Song family also had such a library, but it was built in the ancestral home in Hongbian and was burned down by the rebels last year.
After giving Uncle Wang's name, Wang Yuan entered the manor smoothly and said to the librarian: "Old sir, my name is Wang Yuan, and Mr. Yangming sent me to copy books."
The old gentleman's name is Yizhen. He was born in Juren and served as a county magistrate. After becoming an official, he returned to his hometown to manage the library. He smiled at this moment and said: "I heard from students in the clan that there was a child prodigy named Wang Yuan in Guizhou. But you?"
Wang Yuan replied: "No surprise, it should be me."
Yi Zhen put down the "Zizhi Tongjian" in her hand and deliberately said, "No books in the Yi family's collection are loaned out. Even if you copy books, you have to use your knowledge. Since you are a child prodigy, you might as well compose a poem on the spot, um...
He pointed at the "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" and said, "The theme is Nostalgia, and it is limited to a quarter of an hour. If you can satisfy me, you can not only copy the books on other floors except the fourth floor, but also copy the books on the other floors."
You can also take it out and read it slowly.”
This bad old man is very bad!
It is estimated that the Yi family's literary heritage is the best in Guizhou. None of the Yi family's children can be called a prodigy. Instead, a barbarian wearing green clothes is called a prodigy. This makes Yi Zhen's psychology extremely unbalanced. That's why she deliberately made things difficult for Wang Yuan to see if he was a child prodigy.
True to its name.
Wang Yuan didn't want to fall into the trap at all, so he turned around and left: "In that case, I will go back and tell my husband to write nostalgic poems by himself."
"Oh, don't leave." Yi Zhen shouted quickly.
Wang Yangming had a good relationship with Guiyang officials, and the Yi family did not want to offend him easily, let alone for something as trivial as copying books.
Wang Yuan turned around and asked with a confused look: "What else can I do, old gentleman?"
Yi Zhen said excitedly: "As a disciple, you don't know how to relieve the teacher's worries? Do you bother Mr. Yangming even with such trivial matters as copying books?"
Wang Yuan immediately retorted: "It is a trivial matter, and you know that I am copying books on behalf of Mr. Yang. Do you deliberately make things difficult for Mr. Yangming? Do you have any hostility towards Mr. Yangming? I will go back to the academy and explain everything clearly to Mr. Yangming."
"You're such a cunning kid," Yi Zhen laughed angrily and threw a bunch of keys out, "Go up. You're not allowed to go to the fourth floor. You can copy books from other floors."
Wang Yuan came to the second floor and found that the most conspicuous thing was the scientific research materials.
From the Hongwu period to the Hongzhi period, as well as the excellent essays of Jinshi, everything is available here, only a few years are missing. There are also the examination records of Zhejiang, Fujian, Huguang, Jiangxi and other provinces, as well as the eight-part essays of the examination
, there are several bookshelves densely packed.
In recent decades, I have only had the imperial examination essays from last year, probably because of the long distance, so I haven’t bought them back from other places yet.
My grass, my grass, my grass!
No wonder there are only nineteen places for candidates to be elected in Guizhou, but the Yi family always gets two or three. They have secret papers for scientific examinations.
Wang Yuan suddenly rushed downstairs, bowed with great respect, and then asked with a smile: "Old sir, do what you just said still count?"
"What does it count?" Yi Zhen asked.
Wang Yuan said shamelessly: "If I write a nostalgic poem that satisfies you, you can freely borrow books below the fourth floor from now on."
Yi Zhen nodded and said: "It counts."
This is the only one left. If I copy it from now on, I don’t know what to copy.
Wang Yuan took out the pen and paper he had brought with him, and before polishing the ink sticks evenly, he couldn't wait to copy a poem, and then rushed to the second floor to select imperial examination essays.
This kid was walking in the wind and dropped the still-stained piece of paper on the ground. Yi Zhen bent down to pick it up, glanced at it curiously, and was immediately stunned: "A genius, a genius, he is more than just a child prodigy."
"Linjiang Fairy": The rolling Yangtze River passes by, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone, but the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy.
When we meet, many things in ancient and modern times are discussed with laughter.