Wear It with Space - Chapter 22

Shen Ling came to a wing room specially vacated for him by the Huang clan, that is, his study room.

Since the death of her husband, Huang has put all his thoughts on his son, hoping for his son’s success. For ordinary families like them, the only way is to change their destiny through imperial examinations.

Therefore, this study room of Zheng Feng, Huang’s is the capital.

There are dozens of books and copybooks on the bookshelf on the east wall, a light ink landscape painting on the north wall, and a book case under the west window. The case is full of ink, paper and ink.

Shen Ling pulled out a copy of “University” from the bookshelf, and Zheng Feng had already memorized the content in it. What he has to do now is to slowly integrate the memories in his mind. Although Zheng Feng doesn’t like to read books, there is one advantage of victory, that is, he has an excellent memory. It’s just that although he was forced to memorize a few books by his patriarch, he still didn’t know how to write an essay every time he put up a pen to write an essay, so that after reading so many years of books, he didn’t even have a child.

After receiving all of Zheng Feng’s memories, Shen Ling discovered that it was not that Zheng Feng’s talents were limited, nor that he was not hardworking. The root of the problem was that Zheng Feng did not agree with Confucianism at all. Although he has been forced by Huang to study, he always wanted to be a businessman deep in his heart, and the businessman was chasing profit, so he still couldn’t agree with the words of those saints.

In the case of Shen Ling, he has always liked ancient Chinese, and he chose a related major when he was in college. Moreover, he has always agreed with the Confucian idea of ​​Confucianism, which is to help the world and the poor while benevolent.

Shen Ling could read those scriptures and notes that were boring to Zheng Feng, which gave him some confidence.

It took Shen Ling an hour to turn the scriptures that Zheng Feng had memorized into his own memory, and then he went to his and Lan Zhu’s bedroom.

Lan Zhu was sewing under the lamp, and Shen Ling knew that she was waiting for her, and said: “It’s late at night, let’s go to sleep!” So she took off her clothes and lay on the bed.

Lan Zhu sewed the last stitch and looked up, her husband was asleep.

Xu was overuse of his brain. Shen Ling slept extremely deeply. When Lan Zhu woke up at dawn, he was still a little confused.

The little maid Xiuer brought face wash water, Shen Ling washed her face and had dinner, said to the Huang clan, and then walked towards the Zheng clan to learn.

This Zheng clan studies is not far from Zheng Feng’s house, but the time for two sticks of incense is up.

When Shen Ling arrived, there were already seven or eight people sitting in the school. All seven or eight of them were direct descendants of the Zheng family. They lived in the nearest ancestry school, so they were the first to come. They were sitting in the forefront position, with a scripture open in front of them, and they ignored Shen Ling.

Shen Ling didn’t care either, knowing that those people were Mr.’s protégé students, and found a place where he usually sits.

In less than a while, there were more than a dozen more people in the school. Like Zheng Feng, these more than a dozen were all collateral children of the Zheng family, and they were a little bit behind.

There was a handsome young man sitting directly next to Shen Ling, and said slowly: “I thought you would never come again!”

Shen Ling recognized that this person was Zheng Tang, Zheng Feng’s brother of the same race. Like Zheng Feng, he was brought up by a widow and his father. Because they have the same life experience, the two people have a very good relationship, and they belong to the kind of talk.

Maybe it’s the gathering of people in groups by things. Like Zheng Feng, Zheng Tang is not thinking about reading. It’s just that Zheng Tang’s mind is deeper than Zheng Feng’s, and he can stand his temper, at least on the bright side, people can’t see it.

Shen Ling turned over the book and said lightly: “I was trained by my father-in-law yesterday, and I suddenly figured out one thing. I am alive, how can I be satisfied with everything. Since they all hope that I can become a talent in school, then I Just give it a try.”

Zheng Tang couldn’t help but smile, “This is not your daily tone. It seems that you were scolded by Old Uncle Zhou not lightly!”

The two were talking, and a dozen nephews and nephews of the relatives of the Zheng family came to the last position.

Not long after these people came, the husband arrived. The gentleman of this clan is Zheng Ming, a direct descendant of the Zheng family. He entered the school at the age of fourteen and was admitted to the Jinshi at the age of twenty-five. It is probably because of these that people are somewhat talented and proud, and have been in officialdom for a few years I was taken part in by my boss.

After being dismissed from office, this Zheng Ming stayed at home. It just so happened that the last gentleman of the patriarchal school returned home because of his old age and was elected by the crowd.

Although Zheng Ming is not good at being an official, he is very good at teaching and educating people. He always teaches students in accordance with their aptitude, only looking at talents and not focusing on family history. For those students who are talented and intelligent, he puts the most energy into them, and he puts the energy into ordinary students.

So when he saw Zheng Feng returning to the school to attend classes, he just took a faint look and then focused on the student in the front. It was his proud disciple Zheng Qiao, who was only nine years old this year. Write a composition.

The students in the school have long been numb to this kind of preference for the husband, but it was the first time that Shen Ling saw a gentleman in ancient clan studies, and couldn’t help but look at it a few more times.

When Zheng Ming came to Zheng Qiao, he first glanced at the scriptures placed in front of Zheng Qiao, and Fang coughed, “Let’s endorse!”

There was a sound of reading in Shen Ling’s surroundings. He listened carefully for a while and discovered that these classmates were reciting the first five chapters of “The Doctrine of the Mean”. It seems that in the past few days when he was absent from class, “University” has been finished.

After a quarter of an hour, Zheng Ming signaled the students to stop reciting, and then began to check the students’ recitations one by one. In addition to the original text, he also asked most students to recite the notes he explained yesterday. The few remaining students asked not only to recite the original notes but also to say what they understood.

Shen Ling was the last one to be checked. Because of the previous absenteeism, Zheng Ming asked him to recite only the original text. Shen Ling had reviewed “The Doctrine of the Mean” last night, and he did not stumble to finish the original text at the moment. Zheng Ming waited for him to finish reciting, and nodded slightly. Shen Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing that he had passed the test, he hurriedly returned to his seat and sat down.

On the podium, Zheng Ming has turned to Chapter 6 of “The Doctrine of the Mean” and began to explain it seriously. Unlike the old gentleman before, Zheng Ming not only asked the students to memorize the Four Books and Five Classics, but also asked them to understand the essence of them. For this reason, he took the trouble to start from the beginning and help them understand it again. The essence of it.

A person like him who has passed the Jinshi exam will naturally explain much better than the previous old gentleman who was just a man.

Shen Ling had the foundation of the past, and he quickly listened to it. When Zheng Ming finished the tenth chapter and stopped to let them remember, Shen Ling still felt unfinished. There was another person who felt the same way as him, and that was nine-year-old Zheng Qiao, but he was much luckier than Shen Ling. Because Zheng Ming quickly came to him, after he put forward his own opinions on some issues, the two teachers and students began to talk like no one else.

By rubbing the ink, Shen Ling listened carefully to their conversations and screened out the essence that was useful to him. After the ink was polished, he picked up a pen to write down the explanations Zheng Ming explained earlier and some useful content overheard one by one.

After finishing these, it is almost early noon, which is about eleven o’clock, Zheng Ming usually let them dismiss the get out of class at this time. Today is no exception. After he left, the students left the school in twos and threes.

Shen Ling naturally walked with Zheng Tang. The latter asked, “Are you still going home for lunch today?”

At noon, Zheng Ming will rest for an hour and a half. Therefore, their class time in the afternoon is almost in the middle, which is around two o’clock.

Because of the ample time, Zheng Feng usually chooses to go home for lunch, and occasionally when discussing something with Zheng Tang, the two will find a small restaurant for dinner.

After hearing this, Shen Ling knew that Zheng Tang had something to say to him, and said: “If you have something to say, then we will find a place to sit down and speak slowly.”

Zheng Tang said, “It’s not convenient to talk outside, so let’s go, my mother is not at home today, it is better to go to my house. We go to the street to buy something to take back to eat, what do you think?”

Shen Ling naturally had no reason to disagree. The two bought some food and quickly walked to Zheng Tang’s house.