Chapter 58 Special Class
Manbao and Bai Shanbao lowered their heads and listened to the teacher's scolding. He also stuffed a bunch of things into their heads and then started to give them special lessons.
Mr. Zhuang led them into the study.
The study is divided into two rooms, the outer room has two rows of bookshelves, a large desk and a chair.
The inner room is the tea room. Because Mr. Zhuang is afraid of the cold and his old wife is also afraid of the cold, when they moved in here, they asked for a kang bed in the bedroom and study.
The kang bed was very low, covered with a mat, and a set of tea sets was placed in the middle. Mr. Zhuang knew that children were not suitable for drinking tea, so he did not let them drink it. Instead, he sat in the first seat and let the two children sit opposite him.
Bai Shanbao took off his shoes and climbed up, sitting down with his legs crossed, very skillfully.
Manbao had never sat like this before, so he crawled to his side out of curiosity. However, as soon as he crossed his legs, his body tilted and he fell to the side.
Bai Shanbao was just a show-off. He was young after all. Although his grandmother had taught him to sit like this, he seldom did so at home. When Manbao bumped into him, he didn't even shake at all, but fell to the side, and the two children rolled into a ball.
A smile flashed in Mr. Zhuang's eyes, and he almost couldn't help laughing out loud, but thinking of the gentleman's majesty, he didn't laugh.
He stretched out his big hand, held back a laugh, and straightened the two children. He said, "People have long been accustomed to sitting on bar stools and sleeping on bar beds, but among the scholars, there are still many who, whether out of habit or to pretend to be cultured, still insist on sitting at table. If you want to be scholars in the future, you must learn this aspect of etiquette."
Mr. Zhuang said, "But you are still young, so you don't have to sit so straight."
Just as Mr. Zhuang was about to continue, Manbao asked curiously, "What is Shilin? Is Hu Deng a stool? Why is it called Hu Deng?"
What Mr. Zhuang wanted to say got stuck in his throat. After thinking for a while, he started over with them.
What is Shilin? The simple meaning is a circle of scholars.
After talking about scholars, we have to talk about the classes of farmers, merchants, industrialists and the poor. After Mr. Zhuang finished talking about all this, the two children asked many more questions, and then they found that time had passed.
He suddenly didn't have the chance to talk about the topic he had planned to talk about, but he didn't feel sorry about it. Seeing that the two children were listening with great interest, he smiled with satisfaction.
He glanced outside and said, "Class will start in a little over a quarter of an hour. Lie down, close your eyes and get some rest."
The two children felt very energetic and not tired at all.
Mr. Zhuang said, "Even though you don't feel tired, using your brain will damage your Qi and blood. You may not feel it now, but in the future, if you don't grow taller and become dumber, it will be too late to change."
When the two children heard that not only would they not grow taller but they would also become dumber, they immediately stopped arguing and plopped down on the mat and closed their eyes.
But at this time their cerebral cortex was still very active, and they kept thinking about the knowledge the teacher had just said, and couldn't fall asleep at all.
They think that closing their eyes is useless.
But after a while, their breathing gradually calmed down, their brains became less active, their breathing became longer and longer, and they actually fell into a drowsy sleep.
Mr. Zhuang was sitting opposite. He picked up the teapot from the stove and poured himself a cup of tea. He drank it slowly and looked at the child opposite who was gradually stretching out his arms and legs, revealing a faint smile.
Mr. Zhuang has been in a good mood these past two days. Although a few bad things happened after his disciples entered the school, the atmosphere in the school has become lively, and he has also discovered two good talents.
You can read "The Analects of Confucius" for your whole life without getting bored. You can have different insights every time you recite it. There are many other books of sages besides "The Analects of Confucius".
There are so many books to read, including Confucianism, Taoism, Legalism, and Military Science, so he can teach his children a lot.
Mr. Zhuang has a lot of knowledge to teach his students, but not every student is suitable to learn it.
Mr. Zhuang had been a student for thirty years and a teacher for fifteen years. During this period, he had also been a counselor and a disciple. He knew too well how difficult it was to find the right path for a person, how difficult it was for a student to learn the knowledge that suited him, and how hard it was for a teacher to pass on his knowledge.
When he decided to come to Qili Village, he had already given up his last ideal because finding a suitable child was too difficult, too difficult.
He couldn't find a suitable child in any of the prefectures and counties, and he didn't think there would be a child in these mountains who was both smart and met his expectations.
But he found it.
First there was Manbao, a smart, filial, and respectful child, the only drawback being that she was a girl.
Now here comes another one.
There were a total of twenty-eight students in the entire school. Some were stupid, but quite a few were smart. However, Mr. Zhuang knew that they were not that smart. When he told them some basic knowledge, some of them understood, but some needed him to repeat it many times before they could remember it.
Those who understand will forget it as soon as they turn around.
So he can't teach anything deeper.
Why was he willing to bring Manbao and Shanbao to his side to give him special treatment?
Because they not only understood what he said, but they were also able to draw inferences and ask more questions.
Those questions were both superficial and subtle. When he talked to them, he was not only imparting knowledge, but also gaining something by thinking while talking.
Mr. Zhuang leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.
He is very satisfied with his current situation, very satisfied.
One proud disciple is enough; if you have two, you will have no regrets in your life.
Mr. Zhuang decided to go back to the provincial capital during his next day off. He had to bring some things back home, as Manbao and Shanbao both needed them.
Mr. Zhuang closed his eyes and thought about something. When he realized that it was almost time, he opened his eyes and looked at the sundial. Then he woke up the two children and went to class together.
The afternoon classes were mostly arithmetic and poetry. Both children liked these two subjects very much, especially arithmetic. Manbao found that she was very fast at calculation and was praised by the teacher in almost every class, so she studied more enthusiastically.
After school in the afternoon, Mr. Zhuang wanted to take the two children over to give them some special lessons. However, before he could even open his mouth, the two little guys excitedly stood up and bowed to him with their classmates. When he waved his hand to signal everyone not to be polite, and was about to speak again, the two children ran away with their books.
Mr. Zhuang, who hadn’t had time to speak yet, said: …
After a while, he shook his head and laughed. Forget it, the two children are still young, why rush it?
Manbao and the others ran out, and Datou was already waiting outside.
Seeing the little boy next to his aunt, he was no longer surprised, so he took both of them home, put his things away and ran out.
(End of this chapter)
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