Bi Maokang thought that the riverside was the busiest place, but when he arrived at the school, he realized that he was completely wrong.
The school in front of him was completely different from the private schools and tutors he had seen before.
It occupies a large area, and the land has obviously been carefully leveled.
There is a fence surrounding the school. It is not very good and you can see inside from the outside.
The reason why no wall was built was because it was not necessary.
The school is on the edge of Zhuangzi, and there is a military camp next to it.
If this still can't protect the safety of the children, then the adults can forget it.
However, the school gate is very majestic.
Dozens of kilograms of large rocks were carefully carved and built into a pile, with strange-looking stone sculptures on top.
What is engraved is a vague-looking young man, holding a book in his hand, but with a musket behind him. The red sun is scorching behind you and the clouds are steaming under your feet, symbolizing the long journey ahead and the boundless future.
Bi Maokang was attracted by the couplets on both sides of the gate.
[The sound of wind and rain and the sound of reading are all in my ears; I care about everything about my family, state, and world affairs. 】
This couplet is known to everyone in the world and is still engraved in Donglin Academy for the world to admire.
Zuo Mengeng took this couplet and used it to encourage the children. The expectations in it are self-evident.
No matter what the Donglin Party becomes today, at least the encouragement contained in this couplet is worth remembering by everyone.
If the couplets are quoted from classics, then the horizontal comment above is very strange.
But after Bi Maokang saw it, he was speechless for a long time, only feeling countless emotions churning in his heart.
【Read for the prosperity of China! 】
It’s not that a book has its own golden house, it’s not that it’s that a book has its own beauty like jade, it’s not that it’s that one learns literary and martial arts and sells them to the emperor’s family.
Study for China, in order to make every Chinese citizen happy and healthy.
"Sir, let's go in."
Li Xiangzhu reminded Bi Maokang to come to his senses and follow him into the school.
Walking into the main entrance, you see a bare open space.
Unlike many academies and private schools, there are no carefully arranged scenery, nor are there any winding paths and twists and turns.
Everything looked so rough and devoid of beauty.
But it's not really bare.
There were many iron shelves standing in the open space, high and low, with strange shapes that Bi Maokang could not recognize.
"What's the purpose of this place?"
Old Qintou looked at the scene in front of him with joy and said: "Young Master did it all, what is it called... Oh, by the way, it's called a playground, it's for the kids to play with."
Bi Maokang was puzzled.
"When a child enters school, his head hangs from the beam and his buttocks are stabbed. It is not enough to study diligently. How can he waste his time?"
Lao Qintou didn't understand this matter, so Li Xiangzhu had to come.
"This is Chizao's request, saying it starts with the children. Books must be read, and physical fitness must not be left behind. Look, that's a slogan written by Chizao himself."
Following his instructions, Bi Maokang noticed that in the corner of the open space, there was a very conspicuous sign with ten large characters that were not pretty but were sharp and sharp.
[Civilize your spirit, barbarize your body! 】
It's a strange statement, but for some reason, Bi Maokang was swept away by the overwhelming energy, and he suddenly felt a force moving in his chest.
When I got closer, I saw that there was a eloquent poem underneath these ten characters.
I don’t see you, the Han Dynasty’s army is over, and the weak crowns are tied to the prisoners and they ask for long tassels.
I don’t see you, Ban Ding is far away, Jueyu Qingqi urges Zhan Yun!
A man should be in a dangerous career, why should he let a scholar's crown ruin his life?
The situation is that the people are in danger as if they are tired of eggs, and the feathers and feathers are racing without stopping!
Abandon my old pen and keep my wartime pen,
More than 100,000 comrades were called upon to join the army together, singing war songs.
Clean up the dust, improve people's livelihood, create justice, and vow to sweep away the world without caring about ourselves!
After reading this sentence, Bi Maokang couldn't help but take a step back, muttering something in his mouth, his heart full of blood boiling, he almost wanted to fly away.
"A man should be in a dangerous career, so how can he let a scholarly scholar ruin his life..."
He didn't know that he hadn't seen such an ambitious and heroic work in how many years.
Compared with those poems that express sorrow in order to compose new words, this is the voice of our generation.
Bi Maokang was so excited that he couldn't help but grab Li Xiangzhu's sleeve.
"Who wrote this poem?"
Li Xiangzhu said very proudly: "This is what Qianzao said and written by Director Huang."
The poem written by that boy?
How could that young man who ate ravenously, acted vigorously, and spoke in a simple and direct manner write such good poetry?
He is obviously the son of a military commander, but the handwriting is so ugly.
Why...
"Did he have any other poems?"
Li Xiangzhu thought for a while and then said: "Qianzuo doesn't like poetry writers very much, and we have asked for them before. But Qianzao said that poetry is just written with clear aspirations and feelings. If you insist on poetry, you will be a fly camp. It doesn't taste good. Ah... By the way, he did have two more sentences, which were given to Factory Director Wang Xiuqin."
"Oh? Come on, let me see it."
Bi Maokang strongly agrees with Zuo Menggeng's attitude towards poetry.
But what is the use of those scholars in the south of the Yangtze River who travel to places where fireworks are flourishing and invite names with poems every time?
"Who says women are inferior to men? Women can hold up half the sky. When Director Wang heard these two words, he cried for a long time."
Bi Maokang tasted it again.
It's just two sentences, and the words are simple. At first glance, it sounds unmeaning. But after savoring it carefully, the air of self-improvement is intoxicating.
Everyone in the world treats women as subordinates, but that young man used these two sentences to warn women that you are also important.
Thinking back to the way the female factory director commanded Ruoding just now, and the scenes of countless women working happily, Bi Maokang couldn't help but admire the young man's methods.
After walking through the playground, I finally saw the school building.
However, the busy people made Lao Qintou very nervous.
"Oh, you bastard, be careful. If you drop such a precious thing, see if I can slap you."
Bi Maokang looked around and realized that what everyone was holding were pieces of tortoiseshell.
He has never seen a tortoise shell like this. Each piece is more than a foot square, but it is also very thin. The most incredible thing is that these tortoise shells are all as transparent as water and do not hinder the view.
I saw a man take the tortoise shell, walked to the window, and just stood it up, and the tortoise shell was placed in a window frame. Then another person picked up a hammer and nails and began to hammer on the surrounding window frames.
After a while, the person holding the tortoise shell let go of his hand, and the tortoise shell was actually safe and did not fall off.
Bi Maokang was so surprised that he took a closer look and found that the four sides of the tortoise shell were stuck with several nails.
Unless the nail falls off, the tortoise shell will remain intact.
Standing in front of the window, looking out through the tortoise shell, all kinds of scenery, both near and far, are unobstructed. Looking back at the room, the sun is shining everywhere, it is transparent and bright, and there is no dark and gloomy place.
Studying here is a great pleasure in life.
Bi Maokang grabbed Lao Qin's head, pointed at the tortoise shell, and asked.
"This thing is very expensive. How much money would it cost to use it as a window?"
"ah?"
Old Qintou was stunned, and after a long while he said: "This thing... this thing is not expensive, it is cheaper than window paper."
Bi Maokang felt like he was struck by lightning.
"Brother, don't lie to me."
He is also a well-informed person and knows exactly what tortoiseshell prices are. The tortoise shell used as a window is so transparent and large that it would be worth even a thousand taels of silver.
And Li Xiang built a horse.
"You don't know, sir. This kind of thing is called glass. Now it can be made locally in Linqing. The method is made by Qianzuo. It's extremely cheap."
Bi Maokang no longer knew what to say.
That boy gave him too many surprises and accidents.
How many secrets does he have?
However, Bi Maokang had a certain understanding of why that young man was so confident.
A cloud passed across the sky, and the sun began to shine on the earth again.
The warm sunlight shone on his body through the glass, giving him a layer of charm.
This feeling was so wonderful that Bi Maokang felt ethereal and transcendent.
While the soul was in peace, dust was flying on the playground outside. A group of children lined up neatly and ran in from a distance, circling the playground one after another with cheerful footsteps.
Among the children, there are boys and girls, and they are full of energy, just like the resurrection of all things in early spring.
A young man ran with the children with a whistle in his mouth.
When he blew the whistle, the children ran and recited.
The voiceless sound of the young phoenix soared straight into the sky, announcing that the ancient and profound earth now had a completely different kind of power.
[The red sun rises, its path is bright. The river flows out and flows into the ocean... Therefore, the responsibility today does not belong to others, but to my young man... What a beauty, my young Chinese is as old as the sky; how magnificent, my young Chinese is boundless to the country! 】
Listening to the young men's clear declarations and looking at the new and exciting scene, Bi Maokang trembled all over.
There was a voice deep inside that kept telling him...
He should stay.
