The students were so impassioned that Zhao Hong saw it and nodded slightly.
History class, to put it bluntly, is a patriotic education class. Judging from the students' reactions, he has achieved his goal.
"In the eleventh year of Shaoxing, the Song and Jin Dynasties reached the Shaoxing Peace Agreement: the Song Dynasty professed its vassalage to the Jin Dynasty, and the east was bounded by the middle flow of the Huaihe River, and the west was bounded by Dashan Pass. The south belonged to the Song and the north belonged to the Jin; the Song Dynasty paid tribute of silver and silk to the Jin every year. 250,000 taels and horses, and the north and south of the Song and Jin Dynasties are facing each other until today."
After Zhao Hong finished speaking, he looked at the students.
"Gao Hu, Zhang Du!"
"Yes! Principal!"
Gao Hu and Zhang Du stood up one after another with guilty conscience.
Yesterday, two groups of them had a group fight in "Leshitang". Thinking about it now, I still feel scared.
The principal won't let them leave the classroom and get out of the martial arts hall at this time, right?
If that were the case, it would be extremely embarrassing not to mention that the matter was irreversible.
"Yesterday, two groups of you got into a fight while looking at the stone monument. Can you tell us why?"
Gao Hu and Zhang Du looked at each other, hesitating and speechless.
Why else? They were jealous of each other, and one was displeased with the other. Gao Hu made the first move, but Zhang Du was the first to provoke.
"You guys are brawling in front of the shameful monument of the Song Dynasty. You really chill me. If it weren't for your youth and your original intention of avoiding past mistakes and avoiding future ones, and treating illnesses and saving lives, all of you would have been kicked out of the lecture hall. Sit down, I don’t want to see it a second time.”
Zhao Hong's gaze made Zhang Du frightened and he sat down tremblingly.
As a son of a powerful person in Lin'an City, the sixth generation grandson of Zhang Jun, one of the four generals of Zhongxing in the Southern Song Dynasty, was domineering and stubborn. Unexpectedly, because he looked down on Gao Hu and others, he encountered a big problem with the emperor and was directly named.
After returning from the group fight, he learned about the relationship between Zhang Zhengsi and others and Zhao Hong, and was shocked into a cold sweat.
The emperor's principal was dissatisfied with Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, and his ancestor Zhang Jun, as an accomplice who harmed Yue Fei and his son, would definitely be despised by Zhao Hong. It is probably reasonable for the Zhang family to be suppressed.
If he offends the principal's confidants while hiding in the residence again, wouldn't he be on the edge of a knife and seek death?
"Yesterday, some students took the famous tattoos of their fathers and came to give me gifts and pay homage. I was really surprised. When you came to Jinling Martial Arts Hall, did you come to buy an official position or to run for an official position? You put Jinling Martial Arts Lecture Hall here. Where is Tangdang?"
Zhao Hong's eyes were cold and stern. Some students secretly lowered their heads, not daring to look at Zhao Hong again.
"You are still young, I don't blame you. I still say what I said, to avoid past mistakes and to save others. Don't do it again, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences. Now and in the future, Jinling Martial Arts Hall will never allow people to run for office or buy offices. Anyone who dares to If you commit, he will receive a big surprise."
Zhao Hong's words were serious and thoughtful, his tone gentle, but his attitude was decisive, and his eyes were even colder.
The strange phenomenon that I have witnessed for twenty years has unexpectedly appeared hundreds of years in advance.
"I also tell you all that all people are created equal, and heroes do not care about their origins. Using power to oppress others is what cowards and fools do. Whoever can expand the territory, restore the Central Plains, and benefit all people is a hero."
Zhao Hong's words made many students below blush for a moment. The emperor's principal's words spoke to their hearts.
Gao Hu blushed and wanted to express his feelings, but couldn't find the right words for a while.
Several Lin'an dandies looked at each other, feeling guilty and not daring to look directly at Zhao Hong on the podium.
"The "Shaoxing Peace Conference" caused our Song Dynasty to lose the racecourse in Shaanxi. From then on, the Yue family army galloped with thousands of horses on the back of the Wei army, which became the swan song of our Song Dynasty. Later, the "Longxing Northern Expedition" and "Kaixi Northern Expedition", our Song Dynasty The soldiers can only rely on infantry to fight against the northern elite cavalry. How can the Northern Expedition succeed? How can there be any reason to be invincible?"
Zhao Hong picked up the pointer, sighed, and said seriously:
"So, against the northern cavalry, it is difficult for the infantry to win. Victory cannot expand the results, and defeat will lead to a rout. Therefore, I developed gunpowder and firearms in order to compete with the northern cavalry on the battlefield."
Zhao Hong said slowly, Wei Sisi was embarrassed and her eyes averted.
Yesterday, she was in the dormitory, claiming that gunpowder and firearms were not made by the emperor himself. This time, she was slapped in the face in front of all the female students.
On the other hand, Xuan Yuehua could not turn his eyes away and listened with all his attention to the principal emperor's "speech".
"You ran ten miles in the morning. Do you feel tired? This is the disadvantage of the shortage of horses. You have to use your legs to race against the opponent's horses. Compared with life, the hard work is worth it."
When the "speech" call was over, Zhao Hong picked up the pointer, pointed at a place and said:
"This is the land west of Hexi. Because it is a long strip of two thousand miles, it is called the Hexi Corridor."
He looked at the students and asked loudly:
"Does any of you know what the four counties in Hexi are? When were they merged into my territory of China?"
After all, this is a history class, and I have to introduce all the important knowledge points. However, wouldn’t it be too rigid if there was no interaction in class?
Many of these students are full of talents, and they are not elementary school students who know nothing.
"Principal, I know!"
"Principal, I know!"
"I know!"
The students spoke one after another. Some raised their arms, while others did not. They noticed something was wrong and quickly raised their hands again.
"Zhang Zhengsi, you answer!"
Zhao Hong pointed to Zhang San. He wanted to see if this former Lin'an gangster was a talent that had been buried.
"Back to the principal, the four counties in Hexi were established in the Hexi Corridor during the Han Dynasty, namely Wuwei County, Zhangye County, Jiuquan County, and Dunhuang County. In the second year of Yuanshou, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, King Kunxie of the Xiongnu killed King Xiutu and surrendered to the Han Dynasty. The four counties of Hexi were established in its hometown. During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, in addition to the four counties of Hexi, there were also Yangguan and Yumenguan to the west of Dunhuang, which was known as "four counties and two passes".
Zhang Zhengsi stood up and spoke one by one, without any mistakes.
"Zhang Zhengsi, your answer is very good. Sit down. However, in addition to the four counties in Hexi, there is also the Protectorate of the Western Regions further away. Have any of you been there?"
Zhao Hong's question made all the students in the classroom silent.
Not to mention that the Western Region Protectorate, the Hexi Corridor, and even the Yellow River are all other people's territory.
"Don't be discouraged. You have never been there, and neither have I. Don't feel bad, let alone avoid it. The Yellow River, the Great Wall, the Hexi Corridor, the Western Regions, the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, etc. Knowing shame is almost courageous. When nothing happens, Take a closer look at the Han family’s homeland, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, it’s easier than fighting in groups.”
The students who were fighting in a group were secretly embarrassed. Those in the homeland of the Han army seemed to be more hurtful, much more uncomfortable than group fights.
"If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang."
Zhao Hong raised his pointer and pointed at the Taihang Mountains between Hebei and Shanxi on the blackboard.
"This is the Taihang Mountains. None of you have been there, including me. Do you know where this place is? The Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun, the northern barrier of our Song Dynasty, the source of nightmares. Do any of you know its significance to our Central Plains Dynasty?"
Another piece of arms was raised. The literary style of the Song Dynasty was at its peak, and there were many students who knew about astronomy and geography.
Zhang Zhengsi also raised his arm, but this time Zhao Hong pointed to Wu Feng, his former uncle.
"Back to the principal, the terrain of the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun is very important. It has been a battleground for military strategists of all ages, and it is also a natural barrier for our country to resist the invasion of nomads. With the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun, our country can strategically control the nomads in the north. Nation. Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty once built Linshuo Palace in Zhuo County as his palace. During the Daye Period, the Sui Dynasty sent troops to Goguryeo three times, all using Zhuo County as a base to gather troops, weapons, and grain reserves. The Great Wall, dangerous passes, fortified cities, mountains, The Yellow River relies on each other and must be recaptured!"
Wu Feng's words caused a commotion in the classroom, and excitement appeared on the faces of many young people unconsciously.
After losing the sixteen states of Yanyun, there is no danger to defend the Central Plains. If these sixteen states can be restored, they will be famous in history.
"Wu Feng, you said it well. Restoring the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, taking back the four counties of Hexi, and rebuilding the Protectorate of the Western Regions must be achieved by young students like you!"
Zhao Hong looked solemn and bowed solemnly.
His former uncle was not without merit.
The students were stunned, then stood up one after another and bowed back.
"I will definitely live up to the principal!"
"I will definitely live up to the principal!"
The students shouted, many of them excited.
"Thank you everyone, please take a seat!"
Zhao Hong straightened up, asked the restless students to sit down, and then pointed to a point on the blackboard.
"Students, do you know where this is?"
Among the students, many looked at the blackboard with heavy hearts. Cao Youwen sighed softly, his eyes lost.
Who can forget the shame of Jingkang and the unavoidable national pain? Who dares to forget?
"Principal, this is Tokyo City. No one can forget us and our students!"
Female student Liu Fanning stood up and said, forgetting to raise her hands.
However, no one reminded her, and Zhao Hong didn't mind.
"Yes, this is Tokyo City. Look carefully and remember it!"
Zhao Hong's face was ugly, and the pointer hit the blackboard with a loud "pop" sound.
"In the disgrace of Jingkang, in addition to the two emperors Huiqin being kidnapped and going north, there were also a large number of Zhao royal family, concubines, nobles, and court officials, totaling more than 3,000 people. The concubines and women of the harem were enslaved and used as prostitutes, and half of the country fell. It’s such a shame and humiliation, it’s unforgettable. Seeing this, I often can’t sleep at night, thinking about it like crazy!”
Zhao Hong's face was full of bitterness and hatred, and he didn't know whether it was true or false.
"Principal, I and other students from the Jinling Martial Arts Hall must study hard and rush to the battlefield as soon as possible to restore the Central Plains and avenge the national humiliation!"
Cao Youwan couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and said loudly.
"Principal, we are willing to shroud the great Song Dynasty's corpse and restore the great rivers and mountains!"
Female student Shi Huiyu also stood up, impassioned and with red eyes.
"Restore the Central Plains, a national humiliation!"
"Restore the Central Plains, a national humiliation!"
The students stood up one after another, and all of them were as excited as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood. Even the introverted and cowardly ones stood up and shouted together.
History is geography, geography is history. This unique history and geography class was enlightening and deeply touching.
"Okay! Restore the Central Plains and avoid the national humiliation! Restore the former glory of our Han Dynasty!"
Facing the excited students, Zhao Hong raised his voice. When everyone is throbbing, it is time to strike while the iron is hot, and we must not let down morale.
"Everyone, I still say that if a country is to be strong, it must first be strong in the military. The strong military depends on the quality of its officers. You must train and study hard at the Jinling Martial Arts Hall to train thousands of great soldiers. The officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty will recover the lost territory, open up new territories, wash away the national humiliation, promote the prestige of the Song Dynasty, and boost the morale of China. Everyone, please!"
After Zhao Hong finished speaking, he bowed again, with his waist and legs perpendicular to each other at ninety degrees.
Waves of applause rang out in the classroom. The students blushed and stood up. The applause lasted so long that Zhao Hong had to join the students in clapping.
Knowing the nation-state, knowing how to serve the country and the people, and being proud of one's own nation, is there any more successful patriotism teaching than this history lesson?
