After lunch, Hong Cheng-chan took Zheng Sen to visit Mr. Wang who was teaching the Hong Family School. He went out to the east, and walked over a stone bridge, and the Hong Family School was the Hong Family School. Entering through a black bamboo door, the third room was the study room. There was a plaque hanging in the middle and saying: Sincere; under the plaque is a painting, which depicts a very fat sika deer lying under the ancient tree. Below the painting is a long table with the tablet of Confucius, the most saint Dacheng master. Most people who come to study in the village will come here to kowtow to Confucius after giving him a training session, and from then on they will be students of the Holy Sect.

There are not many students in the clan school, only eight or nine. The older ones are already fourteen or fifteen years old, while the younger ones are only six or seven years old. According to the rules of the clan school, as usual in the morning, Mr. Wang will teach the children how to read the word and where to tell each sentence. After lunch at noon, Mr. Wang will let the children play in the garden next to them for two quarters of an hour, move their bodies, and digest what they eat. Then he practiced his calligraphy, because he was scolded by Confucius when he was killed in the daytime sleeping, "The rotten wood cannot be carved, and the wall of dirt is not It's so dirty, because it was not a nap in schools in that era. The youngest children sat upright on chairs, writing little by little according to red paper, while the older children could already copy the copybook. At this time, the one or two of the largest had already started to write art and text according to Mr. Wang's instructions. Mr. Wang walked around among the children, and stopped from time to time to guide the children's mistakes in writing or writing, or to sit on his own chair to read books.

At night, it was the lesson. Mr. Wang first gave the younger children a pair, and then gave instructions on the older students' homework and annotated the time they wrote. Most of the time, these older students would be called up, scolded and then rewritten.

When Hong Cheng-chan brought Zheng Sen into the clan school, the students were already busy writing. Mr. Wang was also sitting at the desk, carrying a book in his hand and reading it with great enthusiasm. Hong Cheng-chan took Zheng Sen and stood quietly outside the house.

At this time, many children had noticed them. Speaking of which, Zheng Sen was about to come to them to study, these children had heard about them, so gradually someone started to speak in a low voice:

"Old Eighth, is that the child prodigy that Uncle Cheng Yan met?"

"I don't know, maybe it's right. Stop talking. You made me write this wrongly and I'm going to be scolded by my husband again."

"I heard people say..."

The chirping voice finally alarmed Mr. Wang, who was reading a book, and he raised his head and saw Hong Cheng-chan and Zheng Sen standing at the door.

"You don't write well, and you are muttering something! But I haven't eaten fried pork on bamboo board for a few days, and my paws are itchy!" Mr. Wang picked up the ruler and shouted. The students below were suddenly silent one by one, and immediately stopped talking, lowered their heads to busy themselves. However, Zheng Sen noticed that before the children lowered their heads to work, they even colored each other. It seemed that they were not really afraid of this gentleman.

Seeing that all the students were honest, Mr. Wang put away the ruler with satisfaction and walked towards Zheng Sen and the others.

Mr. Wang is a tall and thin old man with a very beautiful gray goatee. He is very tall, almost a head taller than Hong Cheng-hwan, but his back is a little hunched. I don’t know if it is because he is too tall, so he always has to bow his head when talking to people.

"Brother Zhonghe," Hong Cheng-chan spoke first, "This is the child I mentioned to you last time."

"It's the child who can make a rebuttal in front of you for the sake of his father's reputation?" Mr. Wang looked at Zheng Sen and asked.

"It's this kid." Hong Cheng-hung nodded.

"Hello, Mr. Wang!" Zheng Sen also hurriedly said hello to Mr. Wang.

"Yes." Mr. Wang nodded, but didn't say anything more. Instead, Hong Cheng-chan spoke again:

"Brother Zhonghe, this child used to follow his mother in Japan. It was difficult to read. The child's mother just taught him to recognize some characters, books, etc., and he searched everywhere, and read whatever he found. There was no system. For example, he had read the Four Books by himself, and read a lot of Records of the Grand Historian. Then, he actually understood a few names in the Hundred Family Names, but he had not learned all three characters. He had to talk about the truth, but he had learned some of the wild fox Zen he had learned randomly. Not to mention anything else, he actually learned this word from Su Dongpo's running script, but he failed to draw a tiger and became a dog, but he ruined his habit of using the pen. He was afraid that it would take a lot of effort to correct it. In addition, he had never made a pair of two characters. Two characters could barely be right, and three characters were often wrong. In short, it would be a bit troublesome to teach."

Mr. Wang nodded and said that he knew, but did not say more. He just accepted Shu Xiu and arranged for Zheng Sen to worship the Confucius tablet. Then he briefly informed other students that another child was going to study with you, so he accepted Zheng Sen. However, those children were more interested in Zheng Sen, a "prodigy".

But the next day, Zheng Sen, the prodigy, showed his bottom line. It was okay to memorize the book in the morning, but the prodigy did not show any unique magical features. After noon, he started to learn to write, and Zheng Sen began to be criticized by Mr. Wang. He was even punished to write several times. At night, when he was in class, everyone even found that the prodigy was not very good at class.

In the days since then, the child prodigy is still the same as everyone else. He is neither better than others in reciting and pairing, nor worse than everyone else. As for writing, the children think that Zheng Sen’s handwriting is actually quite good, but these days, Zheng Sen is the one who has been scolded the most for writing. Almost every day he stays because he is punished to write and goes back very late. But these children don’t know that Mr. Wang will explain the Four Books to Zheng Sen alone every night.

That night, after the class was over, the children packed up their things and prepared to go home, but Zheng Sen still kept them because when he was writing at noon, there were a few strokes that were not written well enough. Mr. Wang punished him to rewrite the word two hundred times. At this time, he needed to finish this matter.

Mr. Wang lit a candle on the desk and sat there quietly reading. Although the book cover was "The Collection of Four Books", according to some unreliable statements from naughty children, it was actually "The Complete Biography of Loyalty and Righteous Water Margin". However, Zheng Sen knew that it was just nonsense.

"Sir, I've finished writing it." Zheng Sen finally wrote the damn melancholy word "Dong" two hundred times. (Traditional) deeply felt that simplifying Chinese characters was really beneficial to the country and the people. (I was not convinced and wrote "Mourish Taiwanese Turtle" a hundred times)

"Yes." Mr. Wang responded, but Zheng Sen looked at the paper full of words. After reading it for a while, he shook his head. He did not explain the four books to Zheng Sen as usual, but suddenly said: "Asen, people have always regarded you as a prodigy. What do you think of yourself?"

This question was quite beyond Zheng Sen's expectations. He thought for a while and replied: "Sir, Zheng Sen doesn't think he has any special talent. In fact, many classmates, such as Aying and A Liang, are better than me in many places."

"Well, you can say that, it's the point where you are better than others." Mr. Wang said, "I have been paying attention to you during this period. Your mind is settled and you do things steadily. This is something they can't compare with. But if you want to be quick-witted, you are not a child prodigy, and you can't compare with Governor Hong back then. After all, the road to scientific examinations depends on a bunch of articles. I think it's enough to practice your articles and get a scholar, but it's very difficult to say that you have to be a Juren and a Jinshi. But I and Mr. Yanhao still value you very much. Do you know why?"

"The students don't know." Zheng Sen replied.

"Okay, let me ask you, what is the purpose of reading the books of sages? Just to be an official?" Mr. Wang asked again.

"Students once heard that students of the Holy Sect should 'establish their minds for the heaven and earth, establish their destiny for the living and the people, inherit their unique knowledge for the past saints, and bring peace to the forever!' The students think that studying is not for being an official, but for being an official to bring peace to the forever." Zheng Sen replied.

"Haha, Mr. Yanhao said that you have read a lot of messy books, which is not bad. This is Mr. Zhang Hengqu’s four sentences. Asen, people’s talents are different. Some people are born to be strong in writing articles, such as Taibai Dongpo. You see, they have used their strength to write poems and essays, but no one in the world can compare with them. Some people may not be strong in this regard, but they are extremely outstanding in inventing the way of sages, such as Ercheng, Zhu Zi, if they discuss essays, if they discuss essays, if they talk about essays, they are very good at inventing the way of sages, such as Ercheng, and Zhu Zi. Cai is far less than Taibai Dongpo, but he can inherit his unique knowledge for the past sages and become a great scholar. Asen, I think your talent in this article is only average, but his talent in loyalty, filial piety and morality is beyond the reach of ordinary people. So I think, for a few years now, I am sure to get a scholar back. As for Juren and Jinshi, it depends on the will of God. In any case, you need to focus on academic and morality. That is the right way, and it is an immortal career for thousands of years."

"The students have been taught." Zheng Sen nodded and said.

Zheng Sen knew that Zheng Zhilong certainly hoped that he could return after taking the imperial examination, but Zheng Sen knew that the Ming Dynasty had not been in a few years, and at that time of earth-shaking, how much significance would it be to become a Jinshi? As for what Mr. Wang said, to be a great scholar, the world really lacks a great scholar. Do you need a time traveler to do such a thing? Besides, what are the benefits of being a great scholar?

Moreover, Zheng Sen felt that as a time traveler, it was nothing to walk the old path of history for his own benefit. For example, when we went to Europe forty years ago, pretending to be a pious charlatan, or even to climb up, it was not unacceptable to tie Bruno to barbecue. However, while tied Bruno to barbecue, as a time traveler, he must understand that Bruno is more correct than the church. If a time traveler falls to the point of devotion to God and hate heresy when burning Bruno to death, then it is really useless. If he still travels back to become the top scholar and become a great scholar, then what is the difference between "Traveling Back to the Qing Dynasty and Being a Princess" and so on? And abandoning the insights that the time traveler far exceeds the times and lowering himself to the level of the indigenous people to compete with the indigenous people, isn't that my own nerves?
Chapter completed!