Zhang Yue still copied books during the day every day, and after Shenshi, he went to Zhoujin Hall to study.
And Guo Lin finally scraped together enough money. He copied books for several months and collected more than eight guan. Zhang Yue also gave all the two guan he had saved these days to his teacher's wife as a "deposited tuition fee."
After all this, I finally collected enough money.
In order to cure Guo Xuexu's illness, the village spent a lot of money to hire a famous doctor from the county. Because it was too far from the county town to Wuxi, the doctor was reluctant to come, but the village spent some time and raised the consultation fee tenfold before the doctor agreed.
Along the way from the village to the county seat, the village sent several waves of people to receive him. Guo Lin left for the county town early in the morning to accompany him, accompanied by a village man carrying a food load.
After walking for a while, the doctor was about to rest, so Guo Lin offered him good wine and food. He didn't touch a lick of it. He also had to ask for permission in advance not to ride with others on the ferry. Finally, he rested three or four times in a row before inviting the doctor. Come to Wuxi.
The other party walked more than ten miles on the mountain road, treated Guo Xuexun for less than a moment, prescribed a few patches of medicine, and then went back. The same procedure was followed and he was respectfully sent to the county seat.
Anyway, no matter whether the disease is good or bad, it is just like this. Fortunately, after Guo Xuexu took the medicine for a few days, his condition stabilized.
But such a trip was a lot of work, the medical fees, and the medicines to be taken in the future, all the money was gone like water. Guo Xuechun was still unable to teach before he recovered from his illness, so Guo Lin and Zhang Yue continued to study copying in the Zhang clan. Guo Xuexue often lamented that Guo Lin earned more from copying books than from teaching, but this was not a long-term solution.
However, both Zhang Yue and Guo Lin advised Guo to be a good student and raise his general, and not to rush the matter.
Since Guo Xuexu became ill, Guo Lin had no time to read every day. He just copied books in the small study room day after day. He often rubbed his eyes, and Zhang Yue advised him to rest more, but he said he was fine.
After copying articles every day, Guo Lin was completely exhausted and weak when he returned home. No matter how strong-willed the person is, he cannot resist the double fatigue of body and energy and continue reading at this time.
In this way, Guo Lin's academic work finally came to a standstill and became unsustainable.
Zhang Yue went back to read Yi every night, including the Classic of Xiao, Lun, Mencius, and Erya he had read in the past. After reviewing it for an extra six hours every day, he wrote down the things he didn't understand.
Such days passed day by day.
After winter, the temperature dropped sharply and it became cold in the mountains. Although there was no snowfall in the county, there were already two light snowfalls in the mountains. Although the weather after the snow is not enough for water to turn into ice, the inkstone in Zuxue will be covered with a thin layer of ice every morning.
When copying books, the ink in the inkstone accidentally froze. At this time, Zhang Yue had to take the inkstone to the stove and wait for the ice to melt.
The most uncomfortable thing was that he couldn't stretch or bend his fingers. After copying for a while, his hands became stiff with cold. Zhang Yue had to rub his hands together and then bring them to his mouth to breathe.
If he had time to spare from copying books every day, Zhang Yue would borrow books from Zhaifu and read them.
What Zhang Yue read was not a classic, but it covered a wide range of topics. If there was anything he didn't understand, he would wait until the next day to ask Zhang Youzhi for advice.
After reading the Book of Changes, Zhang Yue studied the Book of Changes by himself. Shujing is also called Shangshu.
In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the Four Books were compared to cooked rice and the Five Classics to raw grains. Scholars should follow Zhu Zi's order of reading, first reading Daxue, Analects of Confucius, Mencius, and the Doctrine of the Mean, and then they can read the Five Classics.
There is also "Xiao Jingtong" in the Three-Character Classic, and the "Four Books are familiar". Like the Six Classics, it can only be read'.
In this era, "The Great Learning" and "The Doctrine of the Mean" had not yet been extracted from the "Book of Rites", and Mencius had not yet been elevated to the status of a classic. Therefore, Zhang Yue studied in the order of Xiao Jing, Analects of Confucius, Er Ya, Yi Jing, and then Shangshu.
The Book of Documents does not have as many meanings as the Book of Changes, but every sentence is so difficult to read. The ancients compared it to a person with a bent tooth.
Not to mention memorizing some characters, I don’t know how to read them. This is the first time I have seen them in my life. There are also words that I recognize but don't know how to read.
There was no Baidu in this era, and it was difficult for Zhang Yue to learn Shangshu by himself. Fortunately, there are also calligraphy books such as "Jade Pian" and "Classic Interpretation" in the study room, so Zhang Yue can look them up after changing his hands.
Zhang Yue Guolin went there early this morning. There was a heavy snowfall in the mountains last night. At this moment, the sky is still covered with thick clouds. After winter, strong winds sweep through the mountains from time to time. The roads are covered with snow. If you accidentally slip, your feet will slip. Falling into the valley below the cliff.
Zhang Yue and Guo Lin were both bruised and swollen from the cold when they arrived at the library.
The granddaughter of the minister in front of the pavilion was waiting there holding a big chessboard.
"Little brother, little brother!" the little girl waved from a distance.
"Shall we play chess?"
"Playing chess?" Zhang Yue felt a little nauseous after hearing this. He spent the whole night drawing the chessboard last night, and now he couldn't see anything with a 'tic' structure.
As for the little girl, after being taught backgammon by Zhang Yue in the past few days, she became addicted to the game and brought a Go board to him every day to play.
"Little brother has to clear the snow today!" Zhang Yueyan said.
It snowed last night and the ground was very slippery. As the minister was getting older, Zhang Yue took the initiative to take over the job. He touched the cold broom and felt a tearing pain in his fingers.
Zhang Yue picked up the broom and went out, only to see the little girl falling behind him, holding the chessboard and looking at him with a look of resentment, her eyes were filled with tears, and there was some clear snot hanging from the tip of her nose.
"As promised yesterday, you will play five games with me today."
Zhang Yue looked at his senior brother, who had already gone to nowhere. It seems that senior fellow apprentices have also gained wisdom through every hardship!
Zhang Yue said: "Wait until I clear the snow!"
"You're fooling me with this again, you heartless, heartless man!"
Zhang Yue shrugged, "What?" Do all little girls today have such a wide vocabulary?
Zhang Yue braved the cold wind to sweep away the snow inside and outside the pavilion door. After all the actions, his body was wet with sweat, but his hands hurt even more.
When the minister came from a distance, he saw Zhang Yue sweeping away the snow.
"Grandpa, little brother, he has betrayed me!" The little girl complained to the minister as soon as she arrived.
"Why are you being so disrespectful? I'll teach him a lesson." The minister deliberately made a serious face.
"He agreed not to play chess with me?"
"Haha." The minister smiled, and then solemnly said to Zhang Yue: "The professor wants you to go to the Zhai School!"
"I don't know what's going on?"
"Just go."
Zhang Yue immediately put down the broom and rushed to the school. The clerk looked at Zhang Yue's back with a slight smile.
After arriving at the school, Zhang Yue saw Zhang Heng in addition to Zhang Youzhi.
Zhang Yue saluted the two of them and said, "I've seen you, sir. I've seen the chief."
The professor immediately smiled and said: "Sit down first."
Zhang Yue nodded and sat down after hearing this.
Zhang Heng was about to speak, but he saw Zhang You said directly to Zhang Heng: "Speak slowly, don't scare him."
Zhang Yue's heart tightened, but Zhang Heng said, "How long have you been in our Zhoujin Hall?"
Zhang Yue said: "It's almost April."
"April!" The chief nodded.
"I wonder if the junior student did something wrong?" Zhang Yue asked anxiously.
Zhang You smiled and said: "No, it's only been four months, but your handwriting is completely different from before!"
That's what it meant.
Zhang Yue felt relieved, and then said: "I usually neglect to practice as a junior student. I have copied a lot in the past few months, so my handwriting has improved."
It's said to be four months, but it's actually eight months. I practice during the day and at night. And in terms of learning effect, it's not that one plus one equals two, but one plus one is less than two. Because if you practice for five hours today and another five hours tomorrow, the effect will definitely not be as good as ten hours a day.
Why does Zhang Yue know so clearly? Children who have experienced college final exams all understand this truth.
Moreover, the efficiency of calligraphy practice in the dream was extremely high. Zhang Yue felt that his four months of calligraphy practice was equivalent to two years of other people's efforts.
Zhang Youzhi said to Zhang Yue gently: "I have discussed it with the chief of the restaurant, and from today onwards I will give you an extra page for three and a half cents!"
"Thank you to the professor!" Zhang Yue was very excited. This is all money.
And I got it by practicing calligraphy while copying books.
Zhang You said with a smile: "Don't thank me. The chief of the restaurant brought this up with me, otherwise I wouldn't know about it."
Zhang Yue looked at Zhang Heng, and he said calmly: "It's not my intention. It was mentioned to me by the academic records, and I only reported it to sir after reading it."
"Thank you, Chief."
Zhang Heng laughed and said, "Write it down."
Zhang Youzhi smiled gently and said: "The chief of the restaurant compared your transcriptions four months ago to me, and they are really different. I have never seen anyone make such progress in calligraphy in my life. Do you have any tips? , can you teach me a lesson?"
Zhang Youzhi said it very politely, but being so polite made Zhang Yue a little worried.
"This this……"
This made Zhang Yue explain that it is not good to lie to others.
Zhang Heng said: "Sir, I think his calligraphy is "Lin Xuan Post Bar"! It has the ancient meaning of Jin people! Did he write other posts?"
Zhang Yue was full of contempt. Zhang Heng thought the copybook was a martial arts secret book? Whoever has a unique copybook will be invincible in the world.
Calligraphy is the result of diligent study and practice.
Zhang Yue thought for a while and said, "That's not true. It's just that before you taught me to learn seal script, didn't I have to draw a chessboard and an arrow target first? When the students had free time, they used this to practice calligraphy. Unexpectedly, they showed success in regular script." "
"This..." Zhang Heng's expression was very surprised. Zhang Yue knew that he must be thinking deep down. Wasn't this what he said to deceive Lin Xi? How could this kid really succeed?
Zhang Youzhi said: "There is no big paper here, you can try with small paper."
"Yes, sir." Zhang Yue sat down, took out the thinnest brush from the pen holder on the table where the chief of staff usually wrote and read, and dipped the ink on the paper.
Calligraphy is a wonderful thing. When I first started practicing calligraphy, I felt that the pen was a strange thing. But now Zhang Yue can use the pen smoothly, as if it is part of his body.
The five fingers were raised and raised lightly, and they were moving back and forth, light and agile. It was as if he was a musician with superb skills, using the pen in his hand to play the most beautiful piece of music in the eyes of onlookers.
Zhang Yue drew nineteen vertical strokes, then nineteen horizontal strokes, and finished the chessboard. At the moment of writing, he even forgot about the gazes of the two people beside him, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the tip of the pen and the paper.
Then Zhang Yue drew an arrow target, first a large circle and then a small circle, and circle by circle from large to small.
At this moment, he remembered that in math class, the math teacher drew a circle on the blackboard casually, without using a compass, and a perfect circle was formed in one stroke.
Drawing a circle must be done in one go, without even a slight pause. The heart will reach it when it comes to it, and the pen will reach it when it comes to mind.
When Zhang Yue finished drawing all ten circles, he was already immersed in his work. Although it was much worse than what Zhang Youzhi had drawn that day, he was a little better today than yesterday. This is what studying and studying is like, you don’t seek to be fast, but you seek to make progress day by day.
When Zhang Yue put down his pen with satisfaction, the school fell into silence.
