Chapter 12:

Yeah, the big deal was lost, she went to find money for him to read. Isn't that what you intended? !
With such a thought, Zhaoer suddenly wanted to open, saying: "Then you are well prepared, you can win, you can win, if you can't win, don't be afraid, the big sister will find money for you to read."
Zhaoer had never been a self-seeking character. She turned her head to see that the cow in the house had not been cleaned, so she went to find a kang brush to clean the kang first, and then went out to take the broom and the dustpan to sweep the floor.
The clucking of chickens sounded outside, but the Suns slaughtered the chickens and let them run away.
Xue Tingyan looked out the window and saw that the chicken's neck was still bleeding, but it was running around the yard, and Sun's face was chasing after him in awkward look.
Seeing that it was really awkward, Zhao's two words came out of the house. The Suns were more anxious and knew that the real patriarch had lost people, but the chicken had wings, but she did not. Waiting for the chicken to lose strength, Sun took it and scolded it in his mouth: "Run and run, destined to be a dish in the pot, where are you going?"
Xue Tingyan didn't look at it again, and took back his eyes.
He knew why his uncle was so generous, and proposed to make him compare with Xue Juncai, because if there was no accident, Xue Jun would definitely win this game.
In that dream, he had suffered such a loss, but instead of comparing it with Xue Juncai, he recruited children to get the money and sent him to Qinghe Academy. At that time, he was too stupid to blame his unsuccessful blame on the fate of fate. He felt that it was not that he could not do it, but that everyone did not give him a chance.
When he first entered the Qinghe Academy, he was full of ambitions. He thought he would definitely beat Xue Juncai, proving that he was the most outstanding person in the Xue family, but he was beaten hard in reality. It was also at that time that he had never seen the world before he realized Uncle ’s sinister intentions. He did teach him to read, and he did ‘read’ a lot of books, but he just read and did n’t understand the scriptures.
It was later learned that after the students learned literacy, they used reading as the basis.
Learn "San Zi Jing", "Hundred Family Surnames", "Thousand Characters" first, then "Thousand Family Poems", "Children's Qionglin", "Dragon Whip Shadow", etc. After reading these, you can enter the university and start Study four books and five classics.
At this stage, the gentleman does not speak the scriptures, that is to say, it is just memorized, and the meaning of the words is not the meaning of the scriptures. Because people nowadays often think that children learn a lot, and it doesn't matter if they understand it. Just remember it, and wait a lot for reading. If you read for a long time, you will understand its meaning.
This is the so-called reading a thousand times, and its meaning is self-explanatory.
When you can recite all of these books like a stream, when you can learn to explain the classics and make an essay, it will be more effective.
This time-saving, labor-saving and effective teaching model is popular throughout Daxi, from famous to low-level social studies and village studies. Especially in rural private schools, this is the most popular, because there is only one teacher, but it is not realistic to teach a few or even dozens of people to explain the scriptures.
But in fact, some family members of the family have never taught their children like this. Because this teaching model blindly emphasizes rote memorization, but ignores the truth through the natural principle.
This was later 'He' took the lead and looked at the pros and cons of the overall analysis.
But at that time he just entered the library, because the uncle procrastinated to explain the meaning of the scriptures for him. Therefore, when he first entered school, the husband asked him but he had read it, but he said that he had read it, but he was too shitless to interpret the scriptures.
But now, it seems that Uncle also knows his own shortcomings, and he deliberately puts forward this game. In fact, it is already a matter of course, and he is expected to lose.
Unfortunately, something happened.
Because there was a visitor at home, everyone was busy except Grandpa Xue and Xue Qingshan.
After the Zhengfangtangya was eaten, the kitchen started to cook lunch for others.
During the period, Xue Taoer was also ordered to hit the wine. There were wine and meat on the seats in the hall, and the men pushed the cups and gave each other's hands. In particular, Patriarch Xue and Zheng Lizheng, the two of them drank very intimately, and in the end they both drank too much.
"Okay, don't send it, just lift your foot." Xue Patriarch waved his hand.
All the people were sent out of the courtyard, and here they started to tidy up the table and set the table. Zhao originally wanted to put leftover meat dishes away, but was stopped by Mr. Xue, saying that he was adding food to everyone. The country people are not rich, and the noble guests leave for leftovers, which are commonplace.
The adults are okay, and the emboli and hairy eggs are delicious.
Zhaoer originally wanted to bring the food back to the house to eat, but it was stopped by Xue Tingyan. The two of them just bowed their heads to eat as usual, and said nothing.
Xue Jun looked at Xue Tingyan with disdain.
He was only attending the party with Xue Qingshan, and the good food on the table was naturally not eaten less. At this time, seeing Xue Tingyan can only eat some leftovers, naturally sneered.
What his father said to him before, he remembered it in his heart, Xue Gouzi could not win him.
Thinking in his heart, he withdrew his gaze and said to Grandpa Xue on Kang's head: "Grandpa, I have returned to the house to read."
Mr. Xue nodded, and he had drunk a little before. At this time, he was crooked on the Kang and smoking and hangover.
"Dogs, eat more. Big Brother is still waiting for you to win me in five days." Xue Jun suddenly said this when passing Xue Tingyan.
Zhaoer immediately stood up and stared at him: "Will you speak? After reading so many years, I have read the dog's belly."
Xue Jun didn't realize that Zhao Er wouldn't give him such a face. Sven's face flushed red, but somehow he glanced at Zhao Er, and then he held back.
Grandpa Xue shouted: "Juncai went back to the house!"
Zhou's too busy standing up to persuade the children, this matter is not a problem.
After the meal, the two returned to the two-bedroom house, and the children were still angry: "Do not be angry with the dog, wait for your sister to make money, and then take you to separate the family, and will not be with them."
Xue Tingyan felt a little moved, but at the same time he was helpless: "You call me a dog again."
Zhaoer groaned and smiled: "I forgot, it won't be like this in the future."
Naturally, he couldn't be angry with her, and then Zhao Er took the two clothes that he changed yesterday and went out to wash. Xue Tingyan turned out the book "Childhood Qionglin" again.
Looking at this book, which was transcribed in the worst bamboo paper, and the footer had been curled, Xue Tingyan felt a little worried. He actually didn't want to read books, but couldn't help Zhao'er feeling that he should read more books now and read more books to win Xue Juncai more confidently.
As everyone knows, this book is not the same as the book. It is useless to read this one, but he will not tell her about it.
He turned out the bamboo paper that Zhao Er bought him from the Kang cabinet. This kind of the most inferior bamboo paper required forty pens and one knife. Such ‘expensive’ paper actually forced him to practice words. Even so, he is always very precious, and he is reluctant to use it. If he can write on the sand, he can write on the sand, and if he can't use the sand, he can write on the book case with water.
Xue Tingyan touched the pile of yellowed bamboo paper and sighed in his heart.
The paper used by ‘Xue Tingyan’ is usually the finest heart-shaped paper. What he used to be treasured at this time was a bit disgusting.
He spread the paper on the Kang table, stacking a few sheets, and then cut it to the size of a book with a bamboo knife. In order to leave a side seam, he also left some extra space and cut a thick stack, before he found out the inkstone that lacked a corner, and the ingot had used only a small section of ink ingot.
These are all the treasures he usually can't use, but Xue Tingyan has no such feeling at all today. He added water to the inkstone and held the ink ingot to grind the ink. While grinding, he did not know what he was thinking.
After the ink was polished, he put the slightly bald pen in a water bowl to wet it for cleaning. Then I dipped in the ink enough, and then raised the pen to write on the paper.
After writing a few words, he suddenly put down the pen, lifted the paper and looked at it, and suddenly it crumpled.
The characters are clearly written neatly. Although he usually saves paper and ink, but because of hard work for many years, the characters are not bad, but I do n’t know why I did n’t like it.
He closed his eyes slowly, condensed for a while, and then opened after a while. No one was in the house at this time. If anyone could see a glimmer of light flashing in Xue Tingyan's eyes. At the same time, his movement of grasping the pen was fast and steady. If the pen was helpful, he would write a series of small characters on the paper.
These small characters suddenly became the face style, suddenly became the pavilion body, and then suddenly became the thin gold body. At first, it was both tangible and boneless, but when it was written, it changed its flavor.
The face is square and dense, with strong pen power, straight and open and full of vigour. The pavilion's physical strength and grace are almost like engraving. The thin gold body, the gold hook iron painting, is full of pride, and the strokes are as sharp as the broken gold and the jade.
These three characters represent the life of 'Xue Tingyan', from the face body learned at the beginning of admission, to the pavilion body that was painstakingly studied for the examination, and then to the thin gold body of the official residence.
He wrote like this, completely forgetting himself. During the trip, Zhaoer came in, but did not dare to disturb him, and quietly sat down on the kang edge.
I don't know how long it took to write, he suddenly took a long breath and put down the pen.
He wrote two pieces of paper exactly.
By this time, Xue Tingyan had to admit that the magic of heaven was just a dream. He actually possessed some of the things he had in his dream.
From the beginning of this dream, Xue Tingyan was thinking about why he had such a dream. Now he understood, maybe he just wanted to make up for all the dissatisfaction in his dream.
With all the ‘him’ in his dream, he suddenly had ambitions, and a wave of pride and agitation lingered in his heart.
"Write tired, drink some water."
When Zhaoer brought water, Xue Tingyan took it and sipped it, which was especially sweet.
He then looked down at the things he wrote, but he actually spent two large sheets of bamboo paper. Probably because Zhao'er was by his side, he suddenly remembered that she usually shrunk to buy paper for him. Suddenly, she felt a little bit distressed and a little guilty. She glanced at her and whispered, "I wrote so much."
How could Zhao'er not understand his thoughts, and he smiled and said, "No more, no more, only two. The paper is just for use, I haven't told you not to save paper. Let ’s buy it again. "
"I want to transcribe this book, so try the words first, so as not to write waste paper."
"What book do you want to copy? Can the book be copied, isn't it bought?" Zhaoer puzzled.
Xue Tingyan sighed in his heart, really felt that he was really stupid before, and would rather borrow the uncle's book every time, or memorize it by rote, and never thought of copying books.
Books sold in bookstores nowadays have very few engraved plates and are expensive, so they have spawned a book copying industry. In this way, not only can some poor scholars get a little money, but also those who want to buy books but suffer from the shyness of the bag can get cheap.
Of course, this transcript can't be done casually. It needs to be written very well.
Xue Tingyan's self-proclaimed words are not bad. At that time, many people asked for his ink treasure. Now that he needs a book, why can't he copy it by himself.
the most important is--
He glanced at Zhaoer.