Chapter 59 Sir (Part 1)
The two of them didn't look at each other for long before Lu Han called them back for dinner. Mr. Wang in the right compartment was also invited to join us.
Mr. Wang's real name is Wang Chang. He was originally a down-and-out scholar in a market town. He was almost fifty years old. He had no wife or children. He lived alone in a shabby big house. He farmed twenty acres of thin farmland and barely made ends meet by writing letters for him. , the ci, Fu, and classic meanings required for recruiting scholars in the dynasty are very common. But because of his good popularity, he was recommended by Xu Jin to become a teacher.
Guo Ning respected Wang Chang very much, not because of his knowledge, but because the scholar was not pretentious.
Guo Ning came to Shu Xiu and asked him to teach the soldiers how to read, so he taught him. Guo Ning asked him to talk less about Confucian scriptures, not to touch Buddhas and elders, and not to talk about exegesis and textual research. He also smiled and agreed one by one and would never go beyond the rules. This style is very different from ordinary Confucian scholars. It is more like a businessman who collects money to do things and returns one code to another.
The results of Wang Chang's teaching are very good. After more than two months, most of the disciples can recognize two to three hundred characters and can then write simply. Some young people with better foundation can even look up the "Da Ming Calendar" by themselves.
After being summoned by Guo Ning, Wang Chang rushed over excitedly, thinking he could eat something good, but found that Guo Ning's food was no different from other people's. He had to carefully pick out something, but only the broth in the big black pottery bowl had more oil and water. .
The old scholar saw it and didn't say much. After a while, he finished his meal with a smile, holding a big bowl of hot water, and chatted with Guo Ning and Lu Han.
At this time, there was a loud sound of footsteps outside the courtyard. It was the teenagers who had returned with the fallen hot air balloon. Falling to the ground so quickly, it seems that there is something wrong with the design of the balloon. The teenagers were shocked by the flight, but also lamented that the preparations were a little hasty after all.
A skinny boy kept saying as he walked: "We tied the stove with ropes, but the fire was blown by the wind and the ropes were easily burned! Next time I make a balloon, I have to find a way to keep the ropes. Otherwise, you won’t be able to fly very high or for very long!”
After taking two steps, he asked his companion: "Or, weave a bamboo basket to hold the stove? Use the long ears extending on both sides of the bamboo basket to hang ropes? The stove also needs to be modified, and guards need to be added on both sides of the damper..."
His companions ignored him. It was difficult for most people to think of these details when they were so excited. They were all shouting, but it was a pity that there was too little silk used to sew the balloons, and it was a pity that there was only this amount of raw paint used to apply on the balloons to prevent air leakage. Otherwise, just this time, they would be able to make a huge balloon. This one is more majestic.
As they passed by the side hall on the left one after another, they talked extra loudly, as if they were talking to Guo Ning.
Guo Ning chuckled twice, but ignored it.
As soon as Ni stood at the door, he glared at them and told them to leave quickly.
Previously, Guo Ning and the Yu family of Xinqiao Camp worked together to restore Baojia and agreed that the newly established Baojia would be responsible for the military pay of the Anzhou volunteers.
Guo Ning's expectations were only the numbers obtained by the northern Xinjiang division. After all, the defeated soldiers had farmed along the border trenches. As long as they had a few fields, they would not starve to death. The Baojia provided was just a supplement. Unexpectedly, the Yu family planned to take this opportunity to harvest the old foundation of the surrounding local tycoons, and abruptly raised the standard of military pay required from external parties to two guans per month, nine dou of rice, five liters, and four bolts of silk.
Wang Shixian really got back 70% of it with nothing.
Guo Ning was also unambiguous, after deducting the necessary balance. The actual monthly military salary he distributed to the soldiers was more than double what everyone received from the imperial court when they were in northern Xinjiang. When the soldiers first saw the yellow copper coins and the white corn, they couldn't believe it was real.
The subordinates around Guo Ning were treated the same as the regular army. Most of these young men are relatives of the leader of a certain tribe who defeated the army. They are not under the pressure of supporting their clansmen, so they have plenty of money.
So they were able to collect the silk they had received in the past two months, ask the women in the base camp to sew it into the shape of a balloon, and beg some raw lacquer from Li Ting, and hurriedly made up such a balloon. hot air balloon.
Once you succeed once, you will naturally want to do it a second time. The teenagers all want to make larger balloons with heavier loads and longer flight times, and they are convinced that as long as they follow this path, they will naturally succeed.
It’s good to have goals, but don’t rush to achieve results. Guo Ning will not give them more silk cloth for the time being. Lacquer is an important military material. It is indispensable when making arrow shafts and armor, and it cannot be left to these boys to cause harm.
Guo Ning told the teenagers about hot air balloons in order to stimulate their enthusiasm for learning and to take this opportunity to select people with unique talents. He did not just let them all become craftsmen.
Seeing the teenagers cheering and going to the backyard, Guo Ning returned to the office desk, picked up the scattered writing papers, and prepared to follow them.
After eating, it was time for Guo Ning to chat and tell stories with his riders and servants. This had been the case every day in the past few months.
On that occasion, Wang Chang usually had nothing to do, so he bowed and said goodbye.
As soon as he stood up, he saw that Guo Ning had hundreds of pieces of writing paper in his hands, stacked up into a thick pile. Wang Chang's eyes were immediately attracted by the dense writing paper in Guo Ning's hand. After all, he is a scholar. After scanning it, he knew that it was not an official document, but something like private notes.
Strange, strange. Guo Liulang was obviously just an ordinary soldier and his handwriting was ugly, but he was so interested in secretly writing so many things?
It should be noted that although the literature of Daijin has its own uniqueness, due to the strict laws of the Southern Song Dynasty on the cross-border writing, few books and classics have been circulated among the people. Only one military household could read and compose. This Guo Ning Zheng Erzhong wrote hundreds of pages, so he wouldn't be scribbling it, right?
Wang Chang couldn't help but ask: "What did Lang Jun write?"
Guo Ning didn't hide it. He handed the writing paper directly to Wang Chang: "I talk about the past and the present every day, and everything I say must have an origin and a context to be found. This is because I have spent some time in these days. We have compiled the teaching materials. Mr. Wang might as well take a look at it and please give me some pointers if there are any omissions."
"Textbook? Guo Langjun is really thoughtful!" Wang Chang became more and more interested. He quickly picked up the writing paper and read through it one by one.
I saw that the handwriting on it was indeed a bit cruel, with many words lacking pens and strokes, and mixed with some weird symbols.
The hundreds of pages of writing paper were roughly divided into four categories by Guo Ning.
The first are stories of fighting and conquests in ancient times, including famous battles against the Xiongnu and Turks during the Yanhuang, Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, Chu and Han, and even the Han and Tang Dynasties. The battle examples are accompanied by a rough map. There are large and small arrows on the map, which roughly represent the route of the army. Next to the battle examples, there are some poems.
Wang Chang glanced at him and saw "Zheng Peng leaves Hansai, Guiyan enters Hu Tian."
He hurriedly looked at the next page and saw again "But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and they don't teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains."
After Dajin entered the Central Plains, he gained considerable influence from Confucianism. Regarding the distinction between Huayi and Huayi, we follow what Zhao Bingwen, the Confucian leader of the North, said: "The princes of the Spring and Autumn Period use barbarian rituals to control the barbarians; when the barbarians advance into China, they will be invaded by China." So what are the differences between Hu, Di, and Yi in daily life? The words are not taboo.
But Wang Chang always felt that the sentences in front of him seemed to have some meaning, so he quickly turned over a few more pages. What I saw this time was not to mention the word "Hu", but a few lines from King Chen Si's "White Horse": "Yu Xi came from the north, riding a horse up the high embankment. He drove past the Xiongnu, and looked to the left to Ling Xianbei."
Wang Chang laughed twice and flipped through more than ten pages.
The second part of the textbook is about simple calculations, all using military examples as examples, such as counting troops, checking food, judging the remaining amount of arrows, calculating the time for troops to arrive at a certain point, etc.
Here, there are even more weird symbols. Ordinary people might not understand it at all.
Although Wang Chang was mediocre in literature, he was quite capable in arithmetic. After a brief moment of concentration, he guessed that the two slashes crisscrossed on the left and right represented the "Tian Yuan" in magic. Looking at the calculation process, although it was not as subtle as Tai Yuan, it had the advantage of being unique and clever. It is much more convenient than the usual method of arranging chips!
Guo Ning is just a frontier soldier, how can he have such knowledge?
Wang Chang turned over a few more pages, and there were more pictures on the paper, and the words were denser. They were talking about the customs, customs, anecdotes and anecdotes of the Guo Dynasty, the Southern Song Dynasty, Xixia, Dali and other places.
Wang Chang didn't understand those foreign things, so he picked up the pages about Dajin, and with just one glance, he saw how the Jurchen army went south to attack, plunder and slaughter, and even interacted with Song generals Yue Fei, Han Shizhong and others. During the fighting, I saw the distribution and evolution of the various military command departments and recruitment departments.
Looking at the description of the customs of various areas of Dajin, as well as the overview of mountains, rivers, and beautiful places, it is actually the same as what Wang Chang saw when he was traveling in his youth!
Wang Chang stopped reading. He suddenly closed the paper together and his expression changed.
It is very clear that Mr. Gao Kezhong Gao, whom Guo Ning studied in Hebei, is truly a reclusive sage!
It is very sad that such a great sage died at the hands of soldiers and bandits in troubled times for no reason. And with Guo Ning's bravery and uncanny strategy, coupled with the vision and insight of the great sage professor, it is more than just a tiger with added wings? In such a world, what kind of things can this person do?
Thinking of this, I lowered my eyes and looked again. The clumsy handwriting on the paper was like waving swords, guns, swords and halberds, with an awe-inspiring aura!
"Guo Langjun..." Wang Chang raised the writing paper in his hand.
"What advice do you have, sir?"
"If Mr. Meng doesn't give up, I also want to be present when you tell the story to the young people tonight, is that okay?"
