Siye Wenqi left and only attended half of the class. The doctor at the door took his place.
The doctor who just walked in was an old man, and he talked a lot, but the supervisors listened very enthusiastically.
Han You, who was in the last row, was no longer sleepy.
The greatest role of a good teacher is to "enlighten", to inspire interest, love and deep thought.
Today, Wen Qi did it. At least he made Han You think deeply.
This old-fashioned young Si Ye did not shy away from clarifying his own views in front of many aristocratic families.
Confucian classics do not teach how to govern a country, how to create a prosperous world, or how to manage the people. Although it mentions the people and the country, it is all "empty" content.
However, Confucianism is like a unity, which restrains the mind and allows people to have ideals, distinguish right from wrong, and know the truth.
Without this "one", even if a genius, no matter how smart or capable he is, would be nothing more than Chen Weizhi, the former deputy commander of the Yidao Battalion, he would end up being torn into pieces.
To put it simply, it means that the ability is useless because this person is not "upright".
I don’t know if Chen Weizhi has read the Four Books and Five Classics, but he must not have done what the Four Books and Five Classics taught.
This is Wen Qi's point of view. After you have read the Four Books and Five Classics well, you need to "grow" through other methods. Through learning, you don't need to read any Confucian classics, but to see the world, the people, the mountains and rivers, and the country. After traveling thousands of miles, you know what the common people are and what the world is. Only by seeing and understanding can you know what to do.
For some reason, Han You felt that Wen Qi was pessimistic, no, it should be sad, especially when he said that "holding a pen" did not write about a prosperous country, but about being promoted to an official position and becoming a great minister. Although his expression was so calm, he was also so sad.
"Are you also a prison student?"
A scolding brought Han You's thoughts back to reality.
The doctor who taught frowned fiercely and slapped his ruler on the low table: "Which student are you from? Why have I never seen you? Why don't you recite the essay? Why do you think this is the Imperial College..."
"Han You, deputy commander of the emperor's army, get out!"
The doctor had no expression on his face, turned around, and said in a loud voice: "Master, as for being a country, you must hear about its politics, ask for it, and suppress it..."
Han You turned his head and looked out the window, feeling sleepy again.
The Imperial Academy's class schedule is relatively strict. Each class lasts an hour, which is two hours. It starts at seven o'clock and ends at nine o'clock. There is a break for a quarter of an hour, and then it starts again at two o'clock. You can leave when it is almost noon, but you have to come back in the afternoon. .
It is worth mentioning that there is no Dian Mao in the Imperial College, especially in the Chinese Hall and Wuwen Hall. They are all "senior" students. After being sent to the Imperial College in the morning, the servants will attend classes all morning and go out for a meal at noon. I went to a book club or a literary building to drink and brag, and I didn’t come back in the afternoon.
For Han You, the extremely long two hours finally passed. After the bell rang, he ran out first without taking the book basket. He wanted to find Wang Hai to get some food. He got up too early in the morning, so he just drank. I had some porridge and was hungry.
As he ran out, Han You cursed at the soldiers guarding the door.
"You are blind, I didn't see so many students skipping school and running away. The court is giving you money to support idle people, you are a bunch of losers!"
The few soldiers at the door neither dared to get angry nor speak out, they could only laugh along with them.
For people like them, calling them "gatekeepers" is all praise. In fact, it is just a decoration. Their main job is only two things every day. They teach the ignorant people a lesson and hide far away after something happens.
As for the students who come and go in the Imperial College, none of them are from aristocratic families. They don't care about hanging themselves, let alone going to class.
Wang Hai came up to him, looking like roundworms in Han You's stomach. He chuckled and took out an oil paper bag with half a roast chicken inside.
Han You started to drool: "Where did it come from?"
"Snatched from Gouri's soldiers."
Han You was filled with emotions. This is the embodiment of class, and it has changed unconsciously.
In the past, Wang Hai would go to Jingzhao Mansion for a walk and call himself brothers with the government servants and soldiers. Now he has been promoted to be the personal follower of the eldest young master of the Han Mansion. The "brothers" he used to talk about have become "bastards".
After finding a cool place to squat down, Han You started to eat the roast chicken.
Wang Hai yelled at the soldiers in the distance: "You are blind, haven't you seen that my young master has no water? Why don't you get some wine?"
The soldiers ran away in a panic to buy wine.
In fact, Han You didn't like this group of soldiers, including the government officials of Jingzhao Mansion.
Let’s not talk about the government officials, but just the military soldiers. Fifty or sixty years ago, the military soldiers in the capital of the previous dynasty were all elites, the elites in the army, and the elites in the elite camps in the capital.
As a result, in the later period, the military soldiers were separated separately, not under the control of each camp, but under the jurisdiction of Jingzhao Mansion. Inexplicably, it became "hereditary", and the position of the elders could be determined for just two dollars.
Just this group of warriors, who put on official uniforms during the day were warriors, changed into regular uniforms in the afternoon and became idle men, and took off their clothes in the brothel at night and became prostitutes. They dealt with the three sects and elites in Beijing every day, and there were not many serious people.
The roast chicken is almost finished, and the soldier who bought the wine has returned.
Wang Hai scolded again: "Your mother choked to death before she came back. No wonder she is a worthless soldier, get out!"
The soldier ran away with his head hanging down.
Of course Han You didn't drink the wine, Wang Hai wanted to drink it.
Han You rubbed his hand on Wang Hai's back, burped, and was about to go back to catch up on his sleep.
"You don't have to wait for me. Just come and pick me up when get out of class ends at noon. I won't be here in the afternoon."
"The most important thing every day is to stay with you and not go anywhere."
"Then it's so boring for you to stay here by yourself. What should you do if you get bored?"
"Criticize the soldiers."
Han You: "..."
After cupping his hands to express his admiration, Han You just turned around and saw a group of prison guards walking out laughing.
Han You didn't look carefully at first, but when he passed by, one of the supervisors said "Huh".
"You're not that..."
The leading supervisor pointed at Han You: "Um, that pervert."
Han You turned around and said, "Who the hell are you talking about? You are... the second eldest brother on the list?"
The second eldest brother on the list clapped his hands: "It's you, the big pervert who was reciting poems on the flower boat that day. Your surname is... Wang, right?"
Han You also recognized Chen Yu'an, an Imperial College student who skipped class at noon to go whore, and the son of Zuo Shilang, the left minister of the Ministry of Punishments.
In addition to Chen Yu'an, there are eight Imperial College students, all in their late teens or early twenties. They are the "Nine Elegant Friends" among the scholars. They compose poems together and visit brothels together. They are all members of the same group. Brothers from the trenches.
Chen Yu'an looked Han You up and down, frowned and said, "What are you doing in the Imperial College?"
"go to school."
"Have you also entered the Imperial College?"
"Yes." Han You yawned: "Are you going to visit the flower boat again?"
"Nonsense!"
Chen Yuan was not happy: "We are all the pillars of the country, how can we go to a place where fireworks and willows are waiting for us?"
"Then where are you going?"
"summer resort."
Han You: "..."
