Xiaolan's father, Li Xueru, was an old scholar who taught in a private school in Houliang Village.
Once, Xiao Huineng was reading at home. When he was tired, he strolled to the bank of Luxi River to read under the shade of the embankment trees.
After Xiao Huineng finished reading the book, she looked at Luxi River and was in a daze thinking about the content in the book...
The sun slowly rose into the sky, and Xiao Huineng watched the cotton-like white clouds swinging around under his feet. Xiao Huineng looked up at the sky and thought: It's getting late, it's time to go back.
When Xiao Huineng stood up and was just about to walk home, a red eagle flew from the sky and landed six meters above his head, hovering in the sky, "squeaking" and screaming from time to time. He also nodded to Xiao Huineng.
At first, Xiao Huineng didn't pay much attention. He nodded to the flying eagle overhead and went home.
But the flying eagle followed little Huineng, and kept chirping "Zhizhi" above his head, as if asking little Huineng to follow it to another place.
Faced with this situation, Xiao Huineng understood the language of birds, smiled and waved to the flying eagle, and said: "Lovely flying eagle, please lead the way."
The flying eagle seemed to understand what Xiao Huineng meant. It landed on his shoulder, flapped its wings and nodded, then spread its wings and flew low to lead the way.
Xiao Huineng followed the flying eagle to a small hillside. When he reached the top of the hill, the mountain wind blew, and there seemed to be the sound of reading aloud.
Xiao Huineng looked up and saw green trees on the mountain, birds singing happily, and a gray tile roof exposed in the forest.
Where is that place? Curiosity drives Xiaohui to go along the trail.
It was destined that Xiao Huineng was destined to attend the private school of Xiaolan's father, Li Xueru. As soon as he entered the school, he embarked on a path that was closely related to Confucianism.
Passing through the woods, a room that looks like a school but is not a school suddenly comes into view: the blue-gray walls are mottled by wind and rain, and a layer of dark green moss appears at the foot of the wall.
As soon as he approached the wall, he heard the sound of reading loudly coming from inside... He couldn't help but stopped and stood outside the wall to listen.
Seeing that its mission was accomplished, the flying eagle nodded to Xiao Huineng, called "Zhi Zhi" a few times, and then fluttered its wings and flew high.
At this time, Li Xueru was teaching his students to encourage them to learn.
The gentleman said: You can't stop learning.
Green is derived from blue and is green from blue; ice is derived from water and is cold from water. The wood is straight and the rope is in the middle. The left side should be "car", the original word has been abolished. Although there is violence, those who no longer stand up are the ones who make it happen. Therefore, if wood is supported by a rope, it will be straight; if metal is sharpened, it will be beneficial; if a gentleman is knowledgeable and examines himself every day, he will know how to act without making mistakes.
Therefore, if you don't climb a high mountain, you don't know how high the sky is; if you don't go to a deep stream, you don't know how thick the earth is; if you don't listen to the last words of the past kings, you don't know how great knowledge is...
Xiao Huineng was particularly pleased that he didn't listen, but after listening to it, he became addicted.
Li Xueru is an example of a "Confucian" teacher, saying that everything is inferior, but reading is the only way to be good. The book has its own golden house, and its own beauty is like jade. In recent days, he has taught his students Tang poetry and Song lyrics, "Chinese" classics from hundreds of schools of thought...
Li Xueru was an old scholar in the integration area of Xinzhou. He knew both astronomy and geography, and was both civil and military. He was willing to teach any talented children in the village or neighboring villages who were sent to study by their parents.
Li Xueru was not only highly virtuous and highly respected, but also well aware of the warmth and coldness of the world and the harsh conditions of the world.
Ever since Xiao Huineng became addicted to eavesdropping outside the wall, he would come here every day consciously or unconsciously, standing on the outer wall of the private school and eavesdropping.
In fact, someone was eavesdropping outside, and Li Xueru had already noticed it. He just didn't know that the eavesdropper was his benefactor Xiao Huineng of the Li family. He just couldn't bear to break the rule that he couldn't pay the "apprenticeship fee or invitation to apprenticeship wine".
On this day, as usual, Xiao Huineng came outside to eavesdrop on Li Xueru's class.
Listen, listen, suddenly the sky becomes dark and the earth becomes dark, the wind blows violently, and then there are lightning and thunder, and a storm is coming.
Li Xueru felt compassion and asked his student Li Wenguang to call in the children who were eavesdropping outside the wall.
After Xiao Huineng entered the school, when they met, Li Xueru discovered that the person who had been eavesdropping outside the private room in recent days was actually his benefactor Xiao Huineng, and he couldn't help but feel "good" in his heart...
When Xiao Hui saw that the tutor turned out to be Xiao Lan's father whom he knew, he wished he could slip through a crack under his feet...
After Li Xueru asked Xiao Huineng to sit down, he tested him on the "Confucian" thoughts and "Chinese" classics that he had taught his students during this period.
After Xiao Huineng heard this, her heart skipped a beat and she thought: Could it be that Xiaolan's father discovered that she was eavesdropping through the wall?
To be cautious, Xiao Huineng acted clever and pretended to be confused, rubbing his head and answering: "Uncle Xueru, I have never studied the 'Confucian' thought, 'Chinese' classics and other knowledge you asked about, so I understand it at first glance!"
In fact, how could he hide his cleverness from Li Xueru!
Li Xueru slapped the gavel and said majestically like he did to his students: "Put your hand on the teaching platform and recite the "Poems for Training Meng Children" that I just taught. Every time you miss a sentence, you will be punished. Hit the gavel!"
Hearing what Li Xueru said, Xiao Huineng secretly felt happy.
If the tutor wants to punish him, it means that he has acquiesced that he is his disciple who broke into the house.
As a result, Xiao Hui was able to give full play to his specialties of never forgetting what he saw and what he heard. He imitated Li Xueru's demeanor, restrained, elevated, paused and frustrated, and read "Xun Xun" word by word from beginning to end. "Mongolian Children's Poems" was recited once:
The emperor values virtuous people
The article teaches you Cao
Everything is inferior
Only if you study well
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After Li Xueru heard this, his whole body was shocked. Unexpectedly, this child, who is about the same age as his daughter Xiaolan, has such an amazing memory, and his talent is not inferior to that of his little daughter.
This is the core essence of Confucius's Confucian thought that "everything is of inferior quality, only reading is high"! Li Xueru vaguely felt that Xiao Cong Huineng in front of him would become a great talent in the future.
Over the years, among the students taught by Li Xueru in his school, apart from his own daughter Xiaolan, he had never seen anyone so smart.
Now, the boy standing in front of me is extraordinary as soon as he opens his mouth. It can be seen that he has wisdom and has even more extraordinary potential at the bottom of his heart.
During this meeting, Li Xueru liked this boy from the bottom of his heart, but he knew very well the consequences of every expression he made in front of Xiao Huineng, so he did not express his thoughts.
Li Xueru just asked calmly: "How long have you been listening outside?"
Xiao Huineng looked at Li Xueru sincerely and said, "It's been more than ten days."
Li Xueru felt inspired and said: "You are also quite honest."
Xiao Huineng said sincerely: "Sir, please have mercy. You don't remember the faults of villains."
Li Xueru asked tentatively: "Why do you like studying literature?"
He told me frankly: "My mother often said to me, 'Everything is low-grade, only reading is good.' You are the most knowledgeable person in dozens of miles around..."
Li Xueru asked: "Why do you stand outside the wall and listen so fascinated every day?"
Xiao Huineng spread his hands outward: "I don't know the reason. In short, since I listened to the poems you taught me, I can't help but come here every day to listen."
"Ah, it seems that you have an inexplicable fate with our Confucian school." Li Xueru raised the scripture in his hand, handed it to him, and asked, "You have been standing outside the wall listening to it for more than ten days. Do you know what scripture this is?" Wen?"
