"Studying history can enlighten our minds. Only by remembering history can we know where we came from and why we are together. It also allows us to know what we can bring to future generations when we are together..."
Flying across the not-so-high city wall, Zhang Xuezhou entered the city directly.
The copper feathers on his arms quickly shrank back into his body.
This city is not as spacious and prosperous as Chang'an City, but it is much larger than Chengdu, and the folk customs tend to be studious.
As Zhang Xuezhou walked step by step towards the area of fire, he only heard the voice of preaching and resolving his doubts.
"I don't want to know how I got here, I just want to know if studying history can fill my stomach!"
A low voice of frustration came, and the lecturer responded with a calm laugh.
"Studying history can certainly fill your stomach, but only if you learn it well and learn from the past history, so that you have real knowledge, will the imperial court hire you as an official."
"Do you think your senses can fill your stomach?"
"Gou Qiba, have you ever seen a few hungry officials?"
There were patient responses from teachers, repeated questions from confused people, and ridicule and joking from fellow students.
In the center of the fire, although there were many students interrupting the teaching, the teaching atmosphere was obviously very good.
"This Spring and Autumn Classic is not a study for officials, but it contains the experience of our predecessors who dedicated their lives to the country. All good scholars can analyze it and learn from the ancients' strategies to govern and secure the country, so that you can avoid detours in the future!"
Another familiar voice came.
This made Zhang Xuezhou slightly stunned, and he felt that he could meet his old friend at any time.
This kind of voice made Zhang Xuezhou extremely friendly. After all, Zhang Xuezhou had been living in a foreign country for too long.
If it weren't for Yao He Feiyu's ability to fly thousands of miles at high altitudes and his ability to accurately identify directions, he would have wanted to return to the territory of the Han Dynasty.
It is even more difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to meet someone he is familiar with.
He followed the voice and came closer. Zhang Xuezhou also saw Dong Zhongshu's familiar face in the firelight.
His gaze drew a return look.
Dong Zhongshu was sitting above. When he glanced at the person coming below, Zhang Xuezhou's face suddenly came into his eyes.
"strangeness!"
After nearly two years apart, Dong Zhongshu found that Zhang Xuezhou's face seemed to be much younger.
Dong Zhongshu felt that it was impossible for him to identify the wrong person. Face recognition was only the most basic method, and breath recognition was his real method.
He had not used people as consumables for casting spells many times in his life. He was deeply impressed by Zhang Xuezhou, a consumable for casting spells, and he was also very familiar with Zhang Xuezhou's aura.
Although Zhang Xuezhou is much stronger than before, Zhang Xuezhou's aura has not changed.
"Sure enough, he's still alive!"
The matters involving Lingnan and his party were so important that even just two years could not make Dong Zhongshu lose his memory.
But he didn't expect that Zhang Xuezhou ran from Lingnan to Bashu and brought him there.
"Master Dong!"
The familiar voice after waving made Dong Zhongshu completely sure. He stretched out his hand to indicate a direction for Zhang Xuezhou to take a seat, and then extended his hand to signal the middle-aged man next to him.
"Weng Zhong, I just saw an old friend. Next, you will lecture on the Spring and Autumn Classics. I will come over later to listen!"
The middle-aged man whom Dong Zhongshu addressed as Zhong Weng had a very kind face and a smile on his face to indicate to Dong Zhongshu that it was okay.
"I am the first to start a school. It's great that you can come and support me. There is no need to restrain me. After all, I don't have any rules here!" the middle-aged man said with a smile.
"There are still rules!"
Dong Zhongshu also smiled back.
He stepped down from the lecturer's seat in the academy in an elegant manner.
After passing through the bonfire and walking out of the passage that made way for more than a hundred students who came to study, Dong Zhongshu was already standing in front of Zhang Xuezhou who was at the back.
"We haven't seen each other for two years, how are you?" Dong Zhongshu said with a smile.
"My life is going..."
Either on the journey of killing others or being killed by others, Zhang
Xuezhou felt that his life was not good at all.
He didn't understand why his life was so chaotic.
This is far more turbulent than his real life.
If calculated based on the itinerary, Zhang Xuezhou feels that the distance he has covered in the past two years can be called a global journey.
"After that disaster, everyone had a bad time!"
Looking at Zhang Xuezhou with a shuddering look on his face, Dong Zhongshu couldn't help but feel sad.
It's normal for Zhang Xuezhou to have a bad life. After all, Dong Zhongshu didn't have a good life either.
If Emperor Jing hadn't secretly protected the prince, Dong Zhongshu would have felt that the trip to Lingnan was not only unproductive, but also a normal thing to lose his head.
Dong Zhongshu, who thought that a missing person suddenly appeared in Bashu, was quite curious about how Zhang Xuezhou came here in the past two years.
He glanced at the young-looking Zhang Xuezhou and felt that although he was having a bad life, he should at least be happy, otherwise he wouldn't have such an appearance.
This is a very contradictory opposition.
Zhang Xuezhou's words and deeds were full of suffering, but there was no trace of suffering in his appearance.
If this guy hadn't encountered the aftermath of the battle between His Majesty and Emperor Jing, Dong Zhongshu would even think that Zhang Xuezhou had a good life.
"Master Dong, why are you here?" Zhang Xuezhou asked first.
"I have an old friend who opened a school. His Majesty thought it was very interesting, so he asked me to come and have a look," Dong Zhongshu said.
"What is a school? Just giving lectures around a campfire? Are these people here to listen to the lectures?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously.
"Weng Weng's academy has just been established, and the space is limited. We can only light a fire first to support the scene." Dong Zhongshu said: "When the court confirms it, Wen Weng can allocate an area to build a school. That will be much better!"
"That's right!" Zhang Xuezhou cheered.
"These people are all students who are interested in the academy," Dong Zhongshu said, "but there are not many people who are serious about studying at the moment. After all, studying for a while can't fill your stomach. It is a bit difficult to persuade people to study at the moment."
"It's not easy to do this kind of thing. My aunt said that the poorest people are those who study," Zhang Xuezhou said: "In the end, you can't even afford pork after studying. It's said that the poorest three generations are those who study!"
"Your aunt's remarks are a bit excessive. In fact, she is a third-generation poor person... Hey, don't leave!"
Just when Dong Zhongshu nodded thoughtfully, he saw more than ten scholars joining in the fun dispersed, which made him immediately turn around and call for help.
"My mother wants me to chop wood tomorrow, so I have to go to bed early!"
"I'm hungry. I want to go home and lie down in bed quickly, otherwise I will easily eat tomorrow's food!"
"I'm going hunting tomorrow, and I haven't sharpened my knife yet!"
"The cotton field at home is not watered. I have to get up early tomorrow to water it. I can't listen to the lecture here!"
"Suddenly I remembered that I have a mother-in-law at home. When she saw that I didn't come back, she must have been scolding me!"
"My mother asked me to give birth to a son as soon as possible to help with the work. This matter cannot be delayed at night!"
While explaining to Dong Zhongshu, more and more people listened attentively, and some people joined the ranks of leaving.
Before, everyone was sitting peacefully, but the person who left had a bad idea and apparently tore off everyone's skin. ap.
All kinds of reasons came out one after another.
When the situation calmed down, there were less than twenty people left in front of more than a dozen bonfires.
Sitting on the lecture platform, the middle-aged man named Zhong Weng was obviously caught off guard.
He was surprised to see Dong Zhongshu and Zhang Xuezhou chatting quietly not far away.
Although the voices of these two people were low, people nearby could hear them, and it was not difficult for him to hear them clearly.
In just a few words of exchange, the two men triggered a wave of withdrawals from weak-minded people.
