Chapter 330 So Doting
The next day the sky was indeed gloomy.
Early in the morning, Qin Yao heard Liu Ji, who was kicked out of the room by Gong Liangliao to study, sneeze several times in succession.
Today is the school's holiday, so the four children don't have to go to school.
Dalang followed Awang to practice martial arts. Erlang was afraid of disturbing Qi Xianguan who lived in the same room with him, so he was about to sneak out to review his lessons, but Qi Xianguan stopped him.
So, the two of them sat together at the big desk in the room, one reading silently and the other reading a book.
The teaching model of Mr. Gong Liangliao is very different from that of teachers in schools. The master leads the way, but the practice depends on the individual, and it mainly depends on the student's self-awareness and understanding.
He also serves as an answer sheet for the encyclopedia. Students can study on their own first, and then come to him when they encounter difficulties.
However, Gong Liangliao had to pay more attention to Liu Ji, his student, because his foundation was too poor, and he did not want Liu Ji to ruin his reputation as a teacher due to his lack of knowledge.
Therefore, you should first train your spirit, energy and essence, so that you can achieve twice the result with half the effort later.
The six arts of a gentleman are rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy and mathematics. Gong Liangliao was best at calligraphy, charioteering, archery and mathematics. He believed that his students must not be proficient in all six arts, but should at least be proficient in the four he was best at, so that they could say to others, "I am a student of the great Confucian Gong Liangliao."
After several days of leisure, the weather turned cloudy and I lost the desire to go out. Anyway, I was free, so I made use of local materials and borrowed Qin Yao's abacus. After breakfast, I planned to test Liu Ji's arithmetic level.
In fact, in Gong Liangliao's view, mathematics is the most powerful skill among the six arts.
Numbers can be arithmetic or arithmetic, depending on how the person who masters the numbers wants to apply it.
The most sophisticated arithmetic can calculate the fortune of a country, how many people there are in the world, how much land each person has, and how much grain can be produced on each acre of land.
How to allocate these grains to military expenses, salaries of court officials, and people's livelihood planning all require some tricks.
The most skilled mathematician is the master of the world above all others.
If the ruler of the world cannot calculate how many people and how much land there are in his world, then this country will not be far from being destroyed.
"Can you calculate how much money it would cost to mobilize ten people for a war?" Gong Liangliao asked with a faint smile while sitting in a wheelchair and eating the melon seeds prepared by the servant on a plate.
Liu Ji picked up the abacus and counted the numbers. "The battle of ten people is not a war at all. It should be that the border patrol team suddenly encountered spies from the enemy country during patrol and chased them on horseback. It took less than a day. I will just count them as half a day."
"The army is stationed at the border, and they farm for their own use. The horses are not special. The cavalry wears light armor, which is provided by the soldiers themselves. Therefore, the cost of half a day is very little, and the money spent is zero."
Qi Xianguan, who was listening in, almost choked to death on his tea when he heard these words. He muttered, "What nonsense."
Gong Liangliao smiled and said, "You do have some truth in that."
Qi Xiangun was speechless. He knew that Liu Ji had no foundation and the teacher was particularly tolerant of him. He didn't expect that he would be so doting on him!
Gong Liangliao glanced and said, "I saw Liu Ji's eldest son practicing martial arts in the backyard, you should go and practice too."
Qi Xianguan was startled, and after realizing that the teacher was talking about him, he sighed helplessly, put down the tea, answered, and went out.
He was learning swordsmanship, but his level was only mediocre. Shitou, the part-time instructor, said that he had no talent for martial arts and that if he wanted to learn real swordsmanship, he would have to work hard.
Qi Xianguan obviously couldn't bear this hardship. Most people couldn't bear the hardship of practicing martial arts, let alone those who didn't have the talent.
Gong Liangliao certainly knew his situation. Asking him to practice sword was just to give him something to do and to exercise his spirit.
It is not good for a young boy to sit and read and write all day long. Health is your most important asset.
Looking down at his legs, Gong Liangliao sighed and walked out of the courtyard, "Practice for an hour!"
Shitou clasped his fists in response, then turned to the young master who was smiling bitterly at him and bowed deeply, "My lord, I'm sorry!"
The master and servant started practicing here. Fortunately, there was enough space for martial arts practice in the backyard of Qin Yao's house, so it did not affect Awang and Dalang.
It's just that as the two 'masters' were teaching, they couldn't help but be attracted to each other's students.
Qi Xianguan had been practicing sword for two years, but his moves were still not very proficient and his foundation was indeed weak. He waved his sword for a quarter of an hour and then began to fish in troubled waters.
When Awang saw it, he just laughed.
But he didn't say much, he just treated his 'apprentice' more strictly, "Show me the basic boxing technique one more time."
Awang gave numbers to each set of boxing techniques, and there were no cool names for them.
One reason is to hide the origin of these moves, and the other is simply because their master in the Death Squad Camp taught them this way.
It doesn’t matter, Dalang, as long as it’s easy to remember.
The point now is that he has completed the exercises he was supposed to complete and can rest for half a quarter of an hour.
As a result, when Awang said lightly, "Do it again," Dalang wanted to just look up to the sky and shout: Let me die!
He already felt it was very hard when he practiced martial arts with Aunt Yao in the past, but now after following Awang he realized that it was just the beginning!
Following Aunt Yao, I run every day, and do strength training and endurance training. Although it is boring, I don’t feel real pain.
Awang is different. He is only taught the boxing techniques once and allowed to memorize them by himself. Every time he fails to memorize and asks to start over, he will be punished with "twenty hits with the stick."
The stick was one meter long and as thick as an adult male's arm. Awang had specially gone into the mountains to find the densest wood. It was so heavy that it sank immediately when he threw it into the river. After swinging it twenty times, his arm was almost half disabled.
Dalang still remembers the first day he tasted the bitterness of this punishment, and his miserable appearance as he squatted quietly at the gate of the stationery factory in the evening and asked Qin Yao to change his master.
Of course, what's even more tragic is that Aunt Yao told him to "either persevere or give up, it's your choice."
Dalang sighed and let out a frustrated sigh. He had already practiced so much that he would go all the way even if he had to kneel!
After asking Awang if he could drink some water before continuing his practice and being ruthlessly rejected, Dalang took off his wet shirt, bare-chested, and performed Basic Boxing Technique 1 again with a hopeless look on his face.
The stone hissed as if feeling the same thing.
He knew that Awang was not a simple servant, but he didn't expect that under his silly face, he had such a cruel heart.
Look at Dalang, who is sweating and pale, but still performs his boxing skills vigorously and does not dare to make any mistakes.
Then he looked at Qi Xianguan, who was in front of him and couldn't even lift the sword above his shoulder. He was obviously just going through the motions, but his complexion was still rosy.
Shitou suddenly realized something - the reason why the young master's swordsmanship was so poor might be because he was not cruel enough.
After hearing Awang's ambiguous "Ha", Shitou suddenly suggested, "Sir, if you still can't raise the sword to shoulder level, let's practice for another hour today."
Qi Xianguan, who was already feeling every second as if it were an eternity, opened his eyes wide in disbelief: Don’t you want this month’s salary? !
(End of this chapter)
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