Chapter 17
Chapter 17
For the next half hour, Master Zhao was heard praising this sentence over and over again, and he even wanted Ji Yuan to finish the poem.
Ji Yuan kept silent.
He also forgot that Mr. Zheng Banqiao was not around yet and that his poem "Bamboo and Rock", which is known to all young and old, had not yet been written.
This poem is very similar to one of the questions, and Ji Yuan subconsciously used it as the opening. He was so dizzy from doing the questions that who would have thought of these things.
In the eyes of others anyway.
The first part of the silent post is also good.
The questions on the meaning of the Four Books in the second part are also good.
Ji Yuan is definitely number one in the March exam.
He was number one in February and March.
Given his talent, I think the same will happen next time.
He has already secured a place for the county school entrance exam.
Madam An Er had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
Before leaving, Master Zhao told her that she must memorize the Four Books and Five Classics first and put the rest aside.
Learning should be done step by step. It is impossible to achieve success overnight.
These words were similar to what Ji Yuan said, which made Madam An feel happy.
It seems that she was right to ask Ji Yuan to do things at home!
If Master Zhao's mother hadn't coughed again, she would probably have continued to praise him.
Master Zhao watched Ji Yuan and the others leave. After taking good care of his old mother, he wrote a letter overnight and sent it to the county town.
He also included this sentence written by Ji Yuan and invited his friends to appreciate it together.
He hadn't seen such inspiring poetry for a long time.
The word "morale" is particularly difficult. I didn't expect to find it in a little kid.
After leaving Master Zhao's place, Madam An refused to let Ji Yuan leave no matter what and asked him to go home for dinner.
Helped Dahai get second place in the exam twice in a row.
She is really happy.
Ji Yuan thought that her father-in-law, a wealthy policeman, was stingy, so he didn't want to embarrass her, so he politely declined. Then he sent the two cows back to the An family and left.
Unexpectedly, on the second day of school, An Dahai came over secretly and stuffed a few articles and a book into his hands: "Look, don't tell anyone, I'm showing it to you."
ah?
What is this?
Ji Yuan was originally outside the window, and no one knew he was looking through other things.
All I saw on the book was "Collected Commentaries of Wen Gong", which contained annotations and analyses of the Four Books and Five Classics.
The words are elegant and the writing is standard, which makes people feel enlightened after reading it.
The remaining five articles are current affairs essays.
They are all contemporary essays on the meaning of the Four Books. The signature below is Zhang Lifeng, who won the top prize in the Jianmeng Prefecture provincial examination in the 28th year of Huayuan, as well as the essays of runner-up and top prize.
Jieyuan means the first in the provincial examination.
The Asian dollar is second.
The third to the fifth are all called Jingkui.
As for the 28th year of Huayuan, it was the provincial examination three years ago.
This is the top five essays from the last provincial examination?!
Those who took part in the provincial examination were the best among the scholars.
I guess this is the "extracurricular materials" that Uncle An Xiaohe sent from the provincial capital.
But this is too outrageous.
An Xiaohe had just switched from elementary education to classical studies. Not to mention becoming a scholar, he didn't even have the qualifications to take the examination.
It’s almost like kindergarten just going to elementary school.
Let him recite the articles he wrote about passing the imperial examination, and let him recite the college entrance examination model essays and reading comprehension.
Isn't this outrageous!
Elementary school students memorize articles written by high school students.
Anyone who listens to it will think it's outrageous.
However, "Wengong Jizhu" is indeed a good thing.
It can even be something that you can keep on hand and read from elementary school to high school.
Ji Yuan muttered to himself while flipping through a few pages.
The opportunity is right in front of you, it would be a waste not to seize it.
A shadow loomed in front of his eyes, and Ji Yuan shuddered subconsciously. An inexplicably familiar aura of his class teacher came over him.
At some point, Master Zhao walked out of the window.
Master Zhao thought Ji Yuan was distracted, and glanced at the things on his desk before saying, "Copy it first."
copy?
yes!
I can’t recite it now!
It’s better to copy it first!
Ji Yuan started to work immediately and spent the whole day copying the "Wen Gong Ji Zhu".
Fortunately, the number of words was not too many and I managed to finish copying it no matter how hard I tried. However, the handwriting was something only I could understand.
When Ji Yuan returned the book to An Dahai, he whispered, "Then I owe An Xiaohe a favor."
Unexpectedly, An Dahai said, "My grandfather gave me this book to read. He said that family members cannot keep secrets."
The An family of more than 40 people are all members of the same family, and each branch has its own job. It is obvious that the husband is the priority, which is not surprising.
"But he said it couldn't be shown to outsiders."
This naturally refers to the era, so we have to do it secretly.
Books in ancient times were precious, so it was normal not to allow people to read them.
"But before school today, An Xiaohe came over and seemed to remind me that you and Ji Yuan have such a good relationship, why don't you show it to him?"
ah?
This, did An Xiaohe do this on purpose?
An Xiaohe happened to pass by and lowered his voice: "I'll pay you back."
Yesterday his mother took him to see Master Zhao.
If the time period mentioned in the Ji Yuan was not too short, one could only recite the Four Books or current affairs.
The latter is even more difficult.
His mother wouldn't get around him so easily.
After returning home yesterday, I stopped forcing him to memorize the incomprehensible book, and he was finally able to study at a normal pace.
An Xiaohe didn't expect that even though he had caused the turtle on his test paper to be seen by the teacher, Ji Yuan didn't hold a grudge against him.
An Xiaohe was wrong about this.
In Ji Yuan's eyes, An Xiaohe and An Dahai were only eleven years old. How could he possibly care about a group of elementary school students?
Then he has grown so old in vain.
But in the eyes of outsiders, the eight-year-old Jiyuan is really generous, does not bear grudges at all, and can even lead his classmates in study.
Ji Yuan smiled and said, "Okay, let's make progress together from now on."
This sounds more like an adult tolerating a child.
An Xiaohe was so angry that he left immediately.
An Dahai is used to it.
Even though he is three years older than Ji Yuan and much taller than him, he has become accustomed to listening to Ji Yuan, who is younger and taller.
no way!
Who made Ji Yuan so smart!
One day in April, the weather was getting hotter and the days were getting longer.
The three cows that Ji Yuan usually raised were taken out to work one after another.
Things were fine with An Da Hu. He went to clean the cowshed and mix feed every day, and still took care of three meals a day.
But Aunt Ji and Uncle Ji San withheld two copper coins from his daily salary on the grounds that he didn't have to herd cattle every day.
I heard that they were prepared to spend some more money to send the 13-year-old Ji Li to the county town to be an accountant apprentice.
I had previously wanted to let Ji Yuan pass away and cut off his path to the imperial examination, but since that failed, I decided to continue paving the way for my son.
Ji Yuan understood after seeing this. When the two said they would send him to be an apprentice, they were probably deliberately making trouble. After all, if Ji Li could really go, he would have gone long ago.
Why bother giving gifts now?
But it has nothing to do with him now.
Three meals a day, reading and calligraphy every day, plus the pens, ink and paper he had bought before, were enough.
In addition to endorsing Ji Yuan, he also writes articles diligently.
He cleaned up the yard of his own home, spread sand on it, wrote on the sand first, and then copied it onto paper.
This saves paper and allows you to practice more.
Before he knew it, Ji Yuan had grown a lot taller.
Throughout April, his grades were still the best in the private school.
He considered again and again in this exam and failed to write a "world-shaking famous line", which disappointed Master Zhao a little. He privately asked him to finish the poem "Hold on to the green mountains and never let go".
To say that it is completed.
That is indeed possible.
He can even recite "Bamboo and Rocks" backwards.
It just doesn't fit.
Ji Yuan worked hard to study, and so did An Xiaohe and An Dahai.
An Xiaohe finally improved his memorization skills and came second in the April exam.
Now An Dahai's mother began to worry.
The learning progress of the three people quickly surpassed that of others.
There were only three of them left in the entire sprint class.
The other students were convinced.
Nothing else to say.
The three of them have to do at least two interpretations of their own ideas and a large number of silent notes as homework every day.
According to Master Zhao, it is just to help them get the feel for it.
At their current level, they only need to recite it and then work out its meaning. They don’t need to write down their own thoughts for the time being.
Just translate it.
Recite the original text and pick out a sentence at random to express its meaning.
Sounds simple, right?
Among the Four Books, the first one we study is "The Great Learning", which has a total of 1,753 words.
Feeling okay.
Next is an excerpt from The Analects of Confucius, which has more than 13,000 words.
The last two books, "Mencius", have 34,000 words.
The Doctrine of the Mean is better, with more than 3,500 words, but it is the most difficult to understand. As Zhu Xi said, "If it is spread out, it fills the universe; if it is rolled up, it retreats and hides in the secret."
It takes modern people several days to memorize ancient poems, recite them from memory, understand their meanings, and consolidate their memory.
Poetry only has a few words.
All these add up to more than 50,000 words.
Go ahead and learn what it means to never stop learning.
When reciting the sutras in March, Master Zhao also chose the ones that were easy to memorize.
It will become more and more obscure later.
The topic of the meaning of the Four Books was put on hold for the time being.
Just recite the whole text and understand its meaning.
Ji Yuan also said to An Dahai: "Let us do the Four Books questions, just to reduce your prestige."
This situation also occurs in modern examinations.
For the first exam, an extremely difficult paper was given, so that everyone could “suffer a bit”.
Wait until you feel at ease and calm down, then give appropriate content.
Master Zhao has always been like this, and his teaching style is very strict.
If it weren't for the purpose of preparing them for the county school entrance exam, they would probably have learned more solidly.
This is the foundation of all imperial examinations.
In May, Ji Yuan continued to recite the book while leaning against Xiao Huang. Just as he was turning the page, Xiao Huang, who had grown a lot, moved.
Hearing a tearing sound, Ji Yuan felt something was wrong.
My clothes were already a lot smaller, and now they are completely ruined.
You know, this dress was made by Xiao Jiyuan’s mother, and it has been more than three years.
Small is one thing, broken is another.
Ji Yuan looked at the half-ripped clothes and muttered quietly, "No wonder people don't like to wash clothes. Clothes will tear easily if they are washed too much."
Ji Yuan was holding clothes and was seen by An Changsun and Ji Li who were passing by.
After the news that Ji Li was going to the county town to be an apprentice spread, he decided not to study anymore.
Every day he follows the village chief's grandson, An Changsun, and plays with the children in the village who do not go to school.
They had always disliked each other, and at home, their parents kept telling them how good Ji Yuan was at studying.
This time they found an opportunity to make fun of him and they all laughed out loud.
"Everyone, come and see, the cowherd's clothes are torn."
"Look! His pants don't even cover his calves!"
Ji Yuan rolled his eyes, put his shirt on his shoulders, and lifted his calves: "What do you know? Do you know what cropped pants are?"
“It’s popular in the city!”
Popular in the city?
Mr. Huang, who happened to be on his way to the provincial capital with his good friend, looked up.
It was originally just a quarrel between kids, but I didn't expect to see the ragged kid I saw in the bookstore that day.
Mr. Huang was already impressed by him, and now he felt even more differently.
Before Ji Lian's grandson and the others could laugh, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar beside them asked with a smile, "No matter how many blows you make, you will still be strong. No matter which direction the wind blows."
"But this is the poem written by a little boy like you?"
Ji Yuan naturally knew this Mr. Huang.
How come all the teachers in the county school knew about what he said?!
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