Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Mr. Zhuang sent away the officials of the Ministry of Personnel who had sent the book, and looked back at his three disciples, "Let's go, tell me what's going on."

After all, Mr. Zhuang is not a member of the officialdom. The news in the court was previously from Bai Shan and Zhou Man from various channels.

Bai Shan and the others are in the palace. Don't look at the fact that many people are impeaching Chen Fulin these days. They also use Mr. Zhuang to guess the holy will, and even the prince has left the court to make a statement, but no one has really asked Mr. Zhuang as a party.

So Mr. Zhuang doesn't know anything.

The three disciples just came back from the palace early this morning. As soon as the front foot entered the door, the personnel from the rear foot came, but they were not looking for the three of them, but him.

I gave Mr. Zhuang a letter of appointment.

The three Bai Shan looked at each other, and finally Zhou Man stood up and narrated the incident from beginning to end, and then said, "Sir, Chen Fulin should pack up and leave the capital at this time."

Man Bao means, do you want to beat the drowning dog before he leaves?

Mr. Zhuang looked up at Man Bao and said nothing.

He lowered his head and opened it to look at the official rank on the book, and his heart was in a trance. Although it was only a ninth-rank attendant, it was something he could not ask for when he was young.

It came so inexplicably?

Mr. Zhuang was silent for a while, then closed the book and said, "Okay, I know it for the teacher."

Bai Shan was a little worried, "Sir, do you accept this official?"

Mr. Zhuang said: "Since it was granted, why not accept it? It's a salary anyway, isn't it?"

The three nodded again and again, that's right.

Mr. Zhuang spoke boldly, but he was still very nervous in his heart. He went to the Chongwen Museum to give lectures, but he really didn't know how to lecture.

He has been a teacher for so many years, and the three Bai Shan are the ones who have been with him the longest and have taught them the most. Most of the other children have gone to the county school, the prefectural school or other academies before they can teach this.

So there were so many students older than Bai Shan and the others, he was a little dazed for a while, not knowing how to teach them.

What does he have to say?

Bai Shan and Zhou Man are very smart. He gives them lectures on a short-term basis. Both of them can draw inferences from one another, so there is no need for him to worry about it.

As for White...

Mr. Zhuang's eyes fell on Bai Er, and his heart slowly calmed down. In this case, let's teach them according to Bai Er first.

Bai Erlang touched his face and asked nervously, "Sir, what's wrong with me?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled, stretched out his hand and patted his head and said, "It's okay, come, tell me what classes you take in Chongwen Hall on weekdays, and how do you teach?"

Most of the waiters in the Chongwen Pavilion are part-time ministers in the court and middle-ranking officials. Except for Kong Jijiu, who is the prince's grandfather, others, such as Wei Zhi, Li Shangshu, and Ji Shicheng, are all part-time waiters, ranging from the sixth grade to the ninth grade. Part-time jobs, the emperor gave them very casually, and everyone accepted them very casually.

Apart from them, the other attendants were all transferred from the Hanlin Academy. Those who had crossed the Jinshi Division and passed the Ministry of Personnel Examination, all of them were not inferior to Mr. Zhuang in their knowledge.

Anyway, after Mr. Zhuang listened to Bai Shan and Bai Erlang carefully talking about the contents of several gentlemen's classes, he found that apart from the more interesting lectures, he probably couldn't compare to them.

I don't know what class Chongwenguan will arrange for him to teach.

Yes, the content of each teacher’s class is also limited. One person is responsible for one book, or two people are responsible for one book, but the cognition of the two teachers must be very different, so that students can learn more thing.

So the gentlemen in Chongwen Hall always quarrel.

Man Bao asked curiously, "What book do you want to teach sir?"

Without thinking, Mr. Zhuang said, "I want to teach the Analects of Confucius."

He is most familiar with this book, and this book never tires of learning, even when he is down, he can recite it back and forth.

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "Or the Tao Te Ching?"

He is also familiar with this book, and he also feels that he is never tired of learning, and he thinks that the Prince is more suitable for the Tao Te Ching.

Although he hadn't seen the prince very much, he was no stranger to the prince. After all, Man Bao could see people every three or five minutes, and this child would never shy away from talking about him at home.

The four teachers and apprentices guessed and expected here. After Mr. Zhuang arrived at the Chongwen Hall on the third day, Man Bao deliberately came out of the library and got into the back window of the lecturers to eavesdrop.

Bai Shan and Bai Erlang had already occupied a favorable position, and when they saw Man Bao, they shrugged, and the three of them moved to the window to look in.

Not far away, Liu Huan and Yin Wei looked at them and were very puzzled, "Isn't it just the lead class, wouldn't you know when the class schedule came out in the afternoon?"

Yin or thought for a while and said, "Are they afraid that Mr. Zhuang will be bullied?"

Liu Huan said: "Even if you are being bullied, you can't tell the words at this moment. They are all scholars."

Yin He said: "You will know by looking at the scheduled class schedule."

Yes, just look at the class schedule for Mr. Zhuang.

The office of Chongwen Museum is Kong Jijiu, so Kong Jijiu personally met with Mr. Zhuang. He had some impressions of Zhuang Xun, and he also had an impression of what happened more than 20 years ago.

He had met Zhuang Xun and Chen Fulin back then, when he was still in the Hanlin Academy, he knew that Zhuang Xun was going to take the Guozijian examination, and it seemed that he had been recommended by his husband at the Guozijian.

So after Zhuang Xun plagiarized Chen Fulin's poems, he regretted it for a while.

Seeing Zhuang Xun again at this time, Kong Jijiu nodded slightly to him and asked him, "Which book are you best at?"

Zhuang Xun told the truth, "Xiaguan is somewhat familiar with the Analects of Confucius and Tao Te Ching, but he is still much worse than adults."

The Analects of Confucius belongs to the Confucius family. Confucius has studied wine for decades, and he is naturally the most familiar. He smiled and said, "Everyone has discussed and wanted you to lecture on the Classic of Filial Piety, since you are good at the Tao Te Ching. ", it would be better to supplement the Taoist classics."

Zhuang Xun was stunned for a moment and asked, "Has the crown prince never studied the Classic of Filial Piety?"

Kong Jijiu sighed, "Naturally, it has been passed, but this is what the courtiers meant. Everyone thinks that His Royal Highness should study the "Book of Filial Piety" again."

Zhuang Xun then asked, "I wonder who taught the "Book of Filial Piety" to the prince before?"

Kong Jijiu: "...I."

Zhuang Xun: ...

Zhuang Xun quickly returned to his senses and asked Kong Jijiu about his experience.

Kong Jijiu sighed endlessly. When he taught the Prince of Filial Piety the Classic of Filial Piety, he was very good at teaching. The main reason was that although the Prince was naughty at that time, the relationship between their father and son was not bad, so basically what he said about the Prince could be heard. .

But then the relationship between the prince and the emperor deteriorated. When he talked about the "Book of Filial Piety" again, the prince was very conflicted. The main thing was that the book was rotten. No matter what he said, he would eventually return to asking the prince to honor his father and obey the emperor. on the Father.

Zhuang Xun took over the task, and Man Bao couldn't help but slammed the window angrily and made a sound.

Kong Jijiu turned his head and saw that the window was shaking gently. He didn't take it to heart, and turned his head to continue talking to Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang also withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and listened carefully.

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