Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

"Hehe, okay." Gu Nan smiled and put his mouth together: "Ah."

After eating the candy in her hand, Lingqi didn't seem to expect that Gu Nan would come up to eat it directly. After Gu Nan ate it, she hurriedly withdrew her hand.

"Master, are you still going there today?" Lingqi asked Gu Nan, holding the sugar bag in her hand without much thought.

During this time, the master found a place.

"Yes." Gu Nan had sugar in his mouth, probably because he hadn't eaten anything sweet for a long time, and he squinted his eyes comfortably: "I want to go and see again."

On the side of the road, there are several wooden houses, which are connected together and lined up on both sides of the path.It wasn't a good house, but it wasn't dilapidated either. At least it could keep out the wind and rain.In normal times, I can occasionally see some beggars lying on the side resting, and no one drives them away.

Gu Nan led Lingqi and stood under a tree by the roadside, looking at the wooden houses from a distance.

I saw a few children walking down the road with backpacks on their backs and walking into those wooden houses. Inside the wooden house was a gentleman who looked like a literati, holding a book in his hand, standing in front of a group of people sitting below.

The people sitting below include children, young men and women, and even old people.

When the last few late-arriving children were seated, the gentleman with the book began to talk in the wooden house, listening from a distance, as if he was giving a lecture.

And these wooden houses are actually a school.

Even in the Taiping period, if you want to study, you are generally either from a scholarly family or a wealthy official. It is difficult for ordinary people to study.

How difficult is it?Most people may not be able to recognize a word in their lifetime.

Especially in this chaotic time.

What people never expected was that at such a time, there was actually a school in Beihai, Qingzhou, teaching people to read.

When Gu Nan saw this place for the first time, he even thought he was wrong.

After that, I specifically inquired about some news about this school.

I heard that this school was built by Kong Rong, Prime Minister of Beihai. On the one hand, he taught the common people to read, and on the other hand, he persuaded men and women who were bewitched by the yellow scarf.

This was the first thing Kong Rong did, and he has only been doing what he is doing now.Who is Kong Rong? Gu Nan thought about all the things he remembered, and only thought of Kong Rong giving pears. He never knew that he had done these things.

In this kind of troubled times, besides Kong Rong, it should be hard to find anyone who is still teaching the common people to read.

Kong Rong, who is said to be the No. 20 grandson of Confucius, did not disappoint his ancestors.

Gu Nan stood under the tree and waited until the teacher in the wooden house finished his get out of class.

Near the end of the year, the leaves on the trees have almost fallen, but a few are still shaking there.

"Confucius, after Confucianism?"

She reached out and took out a cloth bag from her pocket. Judging by the size of the cloth bag, it seemed to be a book.

"Qi'er, I'll go in, just wait for me at the door."

Gu Nan said something to Lingqi, and after she finished speaking, she thought about going into the wooden house.

I probably chatted with the gentleman inside for a few words, and I don't know what they said, but they didn't talk for too long.

When she came out, the cloth bag in her hand had already been taught to that gentleman.

"Let's go." Gu Nan smiled and took Lingqi's hand and walked towards the road, ready to go back.

"Master, what did you give him?"

"Hehe, it's nothing, I will hand it over to you later."

Gu Nan gave the gentleman a book and asked him to pass it on to Kong Rong. The book was called "The Book of Music".

It is one of the Confucian "Six Classics".The Six Classics are the Book of Songs, Book of History, Book of Rites, Book of Changes, Book of Music, and Spring and Autumn Annals.However, the later "Book of Music" seems to have been lost for some reason.

There are many theories, but the most important one is that it was lost in the war before Guangwu, that is, at the time of Wang Mang and Liu Xiu.

(It is said in history that it was lost to Qin Huo who burned books to bury Confucianism, but there is no burning books to bury Confucianism in the book, so it became lost later.)

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The other side of the cabin.

A middle-aged man was standing there with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the common people who came out after class, as well as the restless children chasing and playing, he smiled gently.

Suddenly, he saw a white-clothed Wensheng wearing a bamboo hat enter the wooden house, and after a while, he came out again, leading a girl and leaving.

Frowning suspiciously, the middle-aged man walked towards the wooden house.

The gentleman in the wooden house saw the middle-aged man approaching, and hurriedly bowed his hands: "Master Kong."

"Yes." Kong Rong bowed back and asked, "Who is that white-clothed scholar just now?"

"Scholar in white clothes?" The teacher was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and said.

"Xiaosheng doesn't know either, but that person asked me to give this to the adults."

With that said, the teacher took out a cloth bag and handed it to Kong Rong.

There was a puzzled look on Kong Rong's face, but he still nodded and took it over: "Okay, I see, you go to work."

The teacher saluted and left, while Kong Rong stood in the room, looked at the cloth bag, and then opened it.

There was a book inside, Kong Rong frowned and opened it.

But when he saw the contents clearly, he looked at the title and bibliography again, his body shook, and he almost fell to the ground.

"This, this book is..."

Ahem, I posted all the saved manuscripts yesterday, and the usual update is probably only one update recently, so look away.

Chapter 378: Staying up late is bad

"My lord, please wait a moment."

The guard led a middle-aged scribe into the courtyard.

Turning around and bowing to the scribe, the guard went to report.

The scribe nodded and stayed where he was, standing for a while, looking around.

His appearance was different from that of the general visiting people in the house.

Do not make a humble attitude, nor pretend to be profound.