Han You finally understood.
Ma Fenghou still didn't like reading, and he didn't want to be a scholar. He just didn't want to disappoint Tang Jing and several old masters, which would make him feel uncomfortable, ashamed, and guilty.
Since Ma Fenghou came to the villa to study, Han You has hardly paid much attention to him. He only heard a few words from his friends who occasionally mentioned and talked about him.
At first, Beimen Yuyong wanted to teach Ma Fenghou, mainly for the purpose of "composing questions". He would spend about half an hour every day, teaching by cramming and memorizing by rote.
Beimen Yuyong, who had a photographic memory since childhood and was well-read, went to teach a foreigner who didn't even know a few words, and the result was predictable.
But this was an errand assigned by Han You, and he also accepted the benefits of the Ma family. In order to prevent himself from going crazy and attacking Ma Fenghou and then being torn into pieces, Beimen Yuyong had no choice but to call Tang Jing back. The villa.
Among Han You's companions, Tang Jing is not the smartest, the best at fighting, the most understanding of people, nor the most well-educated. But if you ask who has the best temper, he is the most gentle. Elegant, that must be him.
Compared with his friends, he is too ordinary, so ordinary that he can no longer be ordinary.
Even compared with other scholars, Tang Jing could not be said to be outstanding.
In terms of seniority, he is the oldest.
But he couldn't get into Han You's "bodyguard team". He couldn't fight against the three brothers from the Killing Family.
In terms of sacrifice, he did not "betray" Han You in front of the emperor, and even risked his fortune and life when he moved Shen Tu Gang, just because of his loyalty and loyalty to friendship.
As a scholar, he could not join the think tank. In terms of resourcefulness, he was not as good as Beimen Yuyong, and in terms of adaptability, he was not as good as Pei Qi.
In terms of professional ability, scheduling is not as good as Zhu Shang, and human sophistication is not as good as Yuqi.
Such a person has no strengths. He has nothing in common with the three killer brothers. He can't chat with the counselors. He can't even get along with ordinary soldiers. He can't run even when playing football on the field. .
In Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon's Four Seasons Villa and Yidaowei, Tang Jing is like a small transparency, without any sense of existence.
But one thing is that Tang Jing is a sincere person, an extremely sincere person, sincere to himself, sincere to Han You, and almost to everyone. Not only sincere, but also serious, serious to the extreme.
When sitting in the school building, Tang Jing was very patient and taught Ma Fenghou one stroke at a time.
Others would say that Ma Fenghou is stupid. It takes several days to write a simple word meaning.
Tang Jing also knew that Ma Fenghou was stupid, and Ma Fenghou also knew that Tang Jing knew that he was stupid. The problem was that Xiao Tang didn't say it, but showed it with actions.
Action is to guide you step by step, follow the writing, and practice with you.
On the contrary, Ma Fenghou, who had no patience, would yell, make trouble, make noises, and beat people at every turn.
Tang Jing coaxed, persuaded, and accompanied.
Gradually, Ma Fenghou learned and recognized more words, but he never went to the school in the camp because he knew he would not understand them even if he did.
But Tang Jing insisted on letting him go, grabbed his hand, hugged his waist, and used all his strength to drag him.
Ma Fenghou smiled like something, and said that if Tang Jing could pull him, he would go.
After hearing this, Tang Jing gave up, at least Ma Fenghou thought he had given up.
Unexpectedly, the next day, he saw Tang Jing practicing with the new recruits in the camp. He vomited and ate until he was full. He grabbed the wooden knife and waved it vigorously, holding the stone lock tremblingly, even though he was in so much pain that he couldn't get out of bed. gritted his teeth and persisted.
After three full days, Tang Jing came to drag him again, saying that he had gained some strength.
Tang Jing didn't have much strength. It had only been three days. How could he have any strength? But he really pulled Ma Fenghou, even if it was just such a small step, Ma Fenghou could only agree reluctantly.
After arriving at the school, everything was as Ma Fenghou expected. He couldn't understand it at all, just like when he was in the Imperial College before, he couldn't understand a word.
What Ma Fenghou didn't expect was that no one laughed at him, and there were many young students who saw that he was older and asked him for some knowledge.
Ma Fenghou cursed, "I am a foreigner, how can I understand the knowledge of you Han people?"
The elementary school students were very stubborn. They called a few little girls with braids and said that they can learn it, so why can't you learn it.
Ma Fenghou was speechless and forced himself to listen to the lecture. It was very difficult for him to listen. He could only remember one or two sentences in an hour's lesson.
After leaving the school, Tang Jing began to speak, saying a few sentences.
I don't know when, Ma Fenghou suddenly realized that he really understood.
He would remember that day, that night, that moment all his life.
He sat in the corner of the last row, and the elementary school students next to him were discussing how to carry the Tao with one's body, but what they said did not make sense. He sat over, not sure and told everyone what it meant to carry the Tao with one's body. According to what Tang Jing told Let’s talk about his interpretation.
A group of students who were no taller than his waist discussed and argued with him. In the end, Ma Fenghou realized that he was really right.
At that moment, Ma Fenghou felt a feeling he had never experienced before, and he laughed with great pride.
The pupils praised him for his greatness and asked his name. He said, go back and tell your father that my name is Ma Fenghou, Ma Fenghou from Majiazhuang. They must know the uncle’s name, and they will definitely praise you for being lucky enough to get to know him. I am a Marquis.
A young boy smiled and said that his name was Chunsheng, and asked Ma Fenghou to go back and tell his father that he was Chunsheng from Four Seasons Villa. Ma Fenghou's father would definitely praise him for getting to know Chunsheng.
Ma Fenghou was puzzled. Why was a common man's son so proud?
With confusion, Ma Fenghou sat outside the school, thinking, until Old Master He Qi saw him.
Bite the bullet, Ma Fenghou expressed his confusion.
Old Master He didn't talk about great truths, he just said that Chunsheng was proud of his future, and Ma Fenghou should be the same. From the beginning to the end, it was not anyone but himself who looked down on the foreigner Ma Fenghou, because Ma Fenghou A feudal prince will not be proud of "the future".
The old master also said that he envied Ma Fenghou, because if a Han people made great achievements, everyone would take it for granted, but if it was a foreigner who had read the Four Books and Five Classics and made great achievements, then everyone in the world would be shocked. A foreigner With such a great achievement, how much hardship he had to endure and how many hardships he put in, how many sons of the Han family would be ashamed and would follow the example of the foreigner Ma Fenghou.
From that night on, no matter which old master came from the Imperial College, he would take some time after the lecture to answer Ma Fenghou's questions one-on-one.
Ma Fenghou was still puzzled and even more at a loss. He always felt that these old masters seemed to have some bad intentions. Otherwise, why would they be so nice to a foreigner like him?
Puzzled, he went to ask Tang Jing. Tang Jing said that the old masters did have bad intentions, and even he, Tang Jing, had them.
Their bad thoughts are because a Han family's number one scholar comes out. The old masters don't bother to talk about it. But one day, if a foreign race's number one scholar, the Ma family's number one scholar, comes out, then they will definitely be proud of you, no matter what they see. Anyone who comes here will say with pride that I personally taught the foreign horse Rulong back then.
From then on, Ma Fenghou stayed in the camp, learning the slowest and learning the most. Even the young students would not pester the old masters to answer questions after their classes were over.
Ma Fenghou blushed. He felt that he had delayed the opportunity for the young students to ask for advice.
Primary school students always say with a smile, "You are so stupid, then you should ask more, we are smart, we should ask less, it will not be a problem. If one day you become smart and learn, you can teach us again." Same, same.
Ma Fenghou still doesn't like reading.
Ma Fenghou thought that one day he would "make up for" the young students who wasted their time because of him.
Ma Fenghou did not want to be ashamed of Tang Jing or the old masters.
This is the true Confucianism, Confucianism, and Confucian scholars, not the so-called Confucian classics, not the so-called rhetoric, just the purest, most authentic, and most unpretentious little things.
A teacher passes on karma, teaches the Tao, and resolves doubts, that’s all.
