Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

Xie Jin looked up and saw the character "人".

The simplest words, in Jie Jin's opinion, if Jiang Xinghuo wanted to teach these prisoners five hundred common words by relying on the three-character scripture "Man is inherently good", it would be no different from dreaming.

Literacy relies on rote memorization, and these prisoners cannot memorize it in two months.

Amidst the mixed emotions of disapproval, reluctance, and inability to comment among the prisoners, a voice suddenly sounded.

"This word is human!"

Jiang Xinghuo lowered his head and saw that it was the white-faced boy. Looking closely, he looked very young, only about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Seeing someone taking the initiative, these prisoners dared to speak.

"Nonsense, it's obviously eight."

"I feel like it."

"I will read × obviously."

Jie Jin looked at these people and just shook his head helplessly. He didn't know if he felt sad for the difficulty of Jiang Xinghuo's lectures.

Or simply, gloating over misfortune.

Aren’t these illiterate people unable to speak Chinese? Who can’t speak it? Their biggest problem is that every word they say doesn't match up on paper.

Don't think it's ridiculous. In ancient China, this was the current situation of the vast majority of ordinary people.

Strictly speaking, these people are not ordinary people who farm, but they are members of the market, or members of the market in the capital of the Ming Empire.

It stands to reason that their knowledge should be much wider than that of ordinary people in other places, but they know very little about writing, the most familiar yet unfamiliar thing.

The two fake jailers guarding the door also had different attitudes towards this.

Xie Jin did not sneer. In fact, Xie Jin, who was extremely talented, could only have a sense of superiority towards scholars who were inferior to him. For such common people who did not even know a single Chinese character, he felt that these people were not worthy of him. A sense of superiority.

If his mentality was known to Jiang Xinghuo, Jiang Xinghuo would probably understand it very well.

The bosses at the top of the rankings in the game despise the ones ranked behind them. If you ask him to despise the first-level accounts that cannot even enter the novice village, he seems to be unable to despise them.

Zheng He, on the other hand, had a cold and black face.

Although Zheng He experienced tragedy in his early life, in the thirteenth year of Hongwu, the Ming army attacked Yunnan. Ma He was only ten years old and was robbed by Lan Yu, the deputy commander of the Ming army, and taken to Nanjing. After being castrated into a eunuch, he entered Zhu Di's Prince Yan's palace.

But telling the truth was the worst time in this life. From then on, Zheng He's life was all about counterattacks.

In the rain of guns and arrows, Zheng He's mind had long been sharpened to an incomparable hardness.

It is impossible to feel any sympathy for these prisoners.

As someone who has risen from the bottom, Zheng He believes that destiny cannot be changed, it is just that these people are not working hard enough and are not good enough.

If you really want to change your destiny, then these prisoners must not be able to endure the hardships that people like yourself endure.

That's why they are here.

Jiang Xinghuo could also guess a little bit about everyone's thoughts.

He has been reincarnated for eight lifetimes. Even though his worldliness may still be inferior to those black-hearted bureaucrats in the officialdom, just because Jiang Xinghuo is unwilling to lower his head to do many things does not mean that he cannot see through them.

With his mind turning around, Jiang Xinghuo looked at Bian Lian'er and said sincerely.

"You're right, the word is 'person'. How did you know him?"

Bian Lian'er hugged his knees with his hands and whispered like a mosquito: "In the past, the proprietress of Yi Ren Tang was kind-hearted. I always squatted in front of Yi Ren Tang and begged. After hearing many people come and go, I knew the name in the middle of the plaque of this pharmacy. The word is pronounced '人'."

The slick Zhang Ling also spoke at this time: "Does this gentleman want to teach us the "Three Character Classic"? In the beginning, human nature is good and similar in nature. I can recite a few sentences, but unfortunately I can't write them. I don't know if you can teach us." Teach me clearly.”

To everyone's surprise, Jiang Xinghuo simply shook his head.

"Instead of teaching the Three-Character Classic, if I can teach you the word '人' today, I will feel at ease."

When Jiang Xinghuo said this, everyone was a little angry.

Who do you look down on?

You said we can learn 500 words in more than two months, but we can't do it.

But we are not fools. It takes us half an hour to learn the word "人", but we still don't understand it?

Mr. Deng, who was waiting for the scale, also knocked the weight on the ground and said in a low voice: "In my profession, fairness is the most important thing. I don't eat Mr.'s buns for free. I can definitely learn this word, just two strokes."

If Jiang Xinghuo wants them to learn a lot of words, these prisoners from the market may become lazy and resist him.

But when Mr. Deng said this, everyone felt a little embarrassed.

After all, I ate one steamed bun, and now I was carrying a basket, so I couldn’t embarrass this gentleman too much.

No matter what, I still have to learn a word. This word is not difficult to learn.

While everyone is thinking about it.

Jiang Xinghuo wrote a few things on the wooden board and with a charcoal pen under the "person" that looked like ghost drawings to them.

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Jiang Xinghuo didn't explain the meaning of these ghost talismans, but turned to ask Bian Lian'er again.

"What do you think 'human' means? Or, what is 'human'?"

Changing face timidly replied: "I think people are those masters who study and get rich. Only when they are powerful can they be called 'people'."

Jiang Xinghuo pondered and then asked, "Then you are not 'human'?"

As soon as this statement came out, it was like interviewing you on the street about whether you are happy or not, and it immediately aroused public outrage.

The kiln burner, Li Laohei, who had been silent until now, spoke in a loud voice: "Sir, please don't make fun of us. How can we, who work as cattle and horses, be called 'human beings'? We are just as good as mules and horses."

"You can say that we are not 'human beings', but we are also 'human beings'." Li Ling, who sells counterfeit medicines, is the most eloquent among them. "But aren't people different from each other? Our lives are cheap. According to the fortune teller, it is the fate of one life, that is, the fate of eternity. In other words, it means that you will be a cow or a horse for life after life."

"If we are considered 'human beings', then this word is too worthless. My life is probably not as valuable as the wood carvings and clay sculptures carved by my own hands." The wood carving and kneading sculptures of Mu Leng also laughed at themselves.

This is how they live day after day, year after year. After all, most of them don't know why they live.

Working in a repetitive labor industry, in the daily exhaustion, I forgot my original dream, and lived like my parents when I was a child, working hard for a living.

Who doesn’t want to get ahead in this world? But with such a fate, how much role can individual efforts play in resisting fate?

Earning a pitiful amount of copper coins and pretending to be a grandchild for the whole family, the grievances and anger in my heart can only be suppressed in the deepest part and endured silently.

They have even become accustomed to the status quo and become numb.

But there are always a few moments when I want to resist this fucking God, but so what?

They are like fireflies shrouded in a haze, struggling and flying, but unable to escape their fate.

Finally, it was Xiao Wu who covered his mouth and wiped the blood, and spoke in a difficult voice.

“When I was young, I heard my husband say that we should teach and educate people. Since my husband didn’t teach us, we are not ‘people’ after all.”

"nonsense!"

Jiang Xinghuo frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Sir, teach and educate people. No one taught you before, now I will teach you!"

"From now on, you can call me Mr. Jiang!"

As soon as these words came out, several people fell silent for an instant, and they changed their faces and simply covered their cheeks with their hands.

Seeing everyone's silence, Jiang Xinghuo took a breath and continued loudly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know the words, the words will always come out. Let me ask you again, how do you pronounce '人'?"

It seemed that their morale was temporarily boosted by Jiang Xinghuo's words, as they read unevenly.

"people!"

"Read slowly and read after me."

Jiang Xinghuo slowed down his speech: "Ri En, man."

"Rien, man!"

Jiang Xinghuo nodded and said again.

"Why did Ri and Enga become humans when they were together?"

Several people shook their heads in confusion.

When Xie Jin and Zheng He who were guarding the door heard this, they also became somewhat interested.

Is there any particular emphasis on pronunciation?

Therefore, Xie Jin and Zheng He also looked forward to it, waiting for how Jiang Xinghuo would explain his "day" and "favor".

"not understand?"

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the few people and said warmly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I'll tell you."

Then, Jiang Xinghuo drew an ○ shape on the wooden board, and then drew a few strokes next to it, depicting the horizontal sun drawn by children's simple figures.

Fortunately, a few people can understand it.

Jiang Xinghuo explained in his own way.

"It is precisely because of the sun that everything in this world exists."

"Man is also a gift from the sun."

This is not some kind of sun worship or totem superstition, but even from the most scientific point of view, this is a fact.

Without the solar system, there would be no earth.

In other words, even if there was an earth, without all the necessary conditions for life provided by the sun, the star, it would be impossible for humans to be born.

It is no exaggeration to say that people are the gift of the sun.

However, Jiang Xinghuo had some other intentions when he said this.

"Do you understand? When you add grace, you become a person. This is the pronunciation of 'person'."

"Each of you is a sun that shines brightly and warmly, using yourselves to contribute to the world."

Jiang Xinghuo pulled up Bianlianer who was squatting in the corner with his hands, looked at the pale face, and said softly.

“Don’t feel inferior to others or feel inferior to others.”

"Because everyone is a gift from the sun."

After hearing this explanation.

The prisoners looked at Jiang Xinghuo blankly.

Human pronunciation actually has such a hidden meaning?

People are the gift of the sun.

No one has ever said that they are the shining sun, that everyone is a gift from the sun, or that you should not feel inferior to others.

Today, Mr. Jiang not only said that they are human beings.

Moreover, Mr. Jiang also told them that everyone is a gift from the sun!

Xie Jin looked at the prisoners whose mental outlook had changed significantly and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Jiang Xinghuo's strong agitation ability gave these prisoners so much hope with just a few words. No wonder they had to use steamed buns as a temptation. This person's ability to control people's hearts is truly extraordinary."

"A traitor is as loyal as a traitor. I'm afraid that he must have some unknown intention to influence the emperor and several princes in this way!"

Thinking of this, Xie Jin couldn't help but continue thinking.

In Xie Jin's view, everyone has a purpose in doing things.

Some people seek fame, while others seek profit. They always do things because they want to get something.

So what is the purpose of Jiang Xinghuo giving lectures in prison?

Needless to say, it must be this way to attract the attention of the top brass of the Ming Empire and gain the opportunity to rise to prominence.

if not? Could it be that he wants to die? How can anyone in the world give up a good life and deliberately seek death? This cannot possibly be a motive.

In fact, Xie Jin feels that Jiang Xinghuo has succeeded so far.

So, he has another strong competitor.

Jie Jin thought to himself: "However, just encouraging these prisoners is not enough, right? After all, even if these prisoners are full of enthusiasm for learning in a short period of time, it is impossible to last, and even if it lasts, it is impossible to say every word. In earth science, I learned 500 common words in just over two months.”

"What's more, I also have to teach arithmetic at the same time. If it were any other gentleman, even the best professor in the Imperial College (the title of the Imperial College is not the same as the current professor's title), I'm afraid they would all make the same decision when faced with this kind of task. Judgment - this is simply an impossible task!"

Zheng He, who was next to Xie Jin, also thought the same at this time.

Temporary injection of chicken blood is useless.

Therefore, if the prison literacy class cannot solve the problem of rapid literacy, the second prince's tax guard may not be able to be established in a short time.

Of course Zheng He would not participate in the battle to establish the crown prince, but as the time for the second prince to be released from prison approached, the ministers began to vigorously build momentum for Zhu Gaoxu. This matter caused an uproar in the temple. A well-informed person like Zheng He The great eunuch, of course, also needs to pay attention.

What was further than those honorable ministers was that Zheng He knew very well that the source of the problem actually lay with the teacher in front of him.

The Tax Guard was proposed by Jiang Xinghuo, who claimed to be able to eliminate illiteracy in more than two months. It was also Jiang Xinghuo who said it.

In this regard, Zheng He judged based on common sense that it was indeed impossible.

Of course, unlike Xie Jin, Zheng He had other ideas.

Since Jiang Xinghuo can say that there are mountains of gold and silver in Japan and bird droppings that can be used as natural fertilizers in stone ponds without leaving home, then maybe Jiang Xinghuo really has the means to become literate, maybe.

After all, Zheng He originally didn't believe in such an outrageous thing as Guano Island.

Until he found several islands with mountains of guano among thousands of miles of stone ponds.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't know what the two "jailers" at the door were thinking. He looked at the encouraged prisoners and students and continued.

"Since you know that people are the sun and the grace, then this is actually a truth that is clear to all."

"Why?" Zhang Ling asked.

Jiang Xinghuo explained: "I will teach you how to read. I don't need you to recognize each word."

What? !

Hearing this, even Zheng He held the knife curiously and looked over.

Jie Jin, who had been confident just now, suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

How can you learn to read without recognizing each character?

What method does Jiang Xinghuo plan to use to eliminate illiteracy?

Why has he, who is as well-educated as he is, never heard of this method of learning without having to read?

Does this method really exist in this world?

With Jie Jin's head full of questions, Jiang Xinghuo revealed the answer.

"for example."

Jiang Xinghuo pointed at the "r" and said, "Remember this symbol and read it later."

He pointed to "en" again and said, "And this symbol reads en."

"R plus en, it's Rien, man!"

"There are so many Chinese characters, thousands of them, that I can't tell you the origins, meanings, and extended meanings of these Chinese characters even for many days and nights."

"But you have to know that although there are many Chinese characters, the sounds that can be produced by the Chinese characters are limited!"

After saying that, Jiang Xinghuo unfolded the booklet in his hand, and the first page recorded the twenty-six pinyin letters.

The dozen or so pages at the back of the booklet are five hundred commonly used Chinese words written by Jiang Xinghuo himself, as well as the pinyin method of each word, as well as corresponding content notes and commonly used phrases.

"So, you only need to learn the twenty-six pronunciation symbols and the corresponding methods. In theory, you can spell out the pronunciation of almost all Chinese characters in the world."

"Of course, you don't need to learn that much for now. You just need to learn my pinyin method first and spell the Chinese characters correctly. Then you can naturally read the corresponding Chinese characters with the dictionary I wrote for you."

"If I can pronounce the words you encounter in your life phonetically, you will learn them very quickly."

"Because the biggest problem you encounter in the process of literacy is actually that you can't read the characters, and the characters and pronunciation don't match. If you can match the numbers, many things can be solved easily."

Looking at the pamphlet in Jiang Xinghuo's hand, Jie Jin swallowed hard.

Xie Jin just glanced at a few common words starting with 'm', mother, cat, ma, men, door

As smart as Jie Jin is, he immediately realized that the pronunciation of the "m" symbol in front of him was "m".

"Jiang Xinghuo, how could you really do something?" Xie Jin was a little shocked.

The extremely talented Jie Jin, just by listening, knew better than anyone else how effective the method invented by Jiang Xinghuo would be and what its power was.

Everyone can speak Chinese.

Most people don’t know Chinese characters.

The problem is that I can't read but not recognize, so I can't write.

Jiang Xinghuo's "Hanyu Pinyin" directly solves the problem from "reading" to "recognizing".

As long as you can read Chinese characters and follow Jiang Xinghuo's booklet to correspond, you can find it based on the pinyin, whether you recognize it or not.

Even if you don’t have a teacher to teach you one by one, it doesn’t matter.

For example, "mu" is the most commonly used word in agriculture. It doesn't matter if you don't know this word. Then you always know the pronunciation of the word "mu".

You turn to Jiang Xinghuo's Chinese Pinyin dictionary and find the words starting with "m". Spell out each word according to the Chinese Pinyin. After reading it again, you can always find the word "mu", and then you will know how to write this word.

Write it several times. If you can't remember it once, just write it two or three times. Do it dozens or hundreds of times, but you can always remember it.

"What a disaster, I really let him teach me."

After thinking about this clearly, cold sweat suddenly flowed down Xie Jin's back and down his spine.