fifth form

Chapter 419 Academy
"Learning history can clarify the mind. Only by remembering the history can we know where we came from and why we are together. It also allows us to know what we can bring to future generations when we are together..."

Flying across the not-so-high city wall, Zhang Xuezhou directly entered the city.

The copper feather on his arm quickly shrank back into his body.

This city is not as spacious and prosperous as Chang'an City, but it is much larger than Rongcheng City, and the folk customs tend to be studious.

When Zhang Xuezhou was walking towards the fire zone step by step, he only heard the voice of the preacher accepting karma and resolving doubts.

"I don't want to know how I got here, I just want to know if studying history can fill my stomach!"

A low voice of frustration came, and the lecturer responded with a calm laugh.

"Studying history can certainly fill one's stomach, but only if you learn well and learn from these past histories, so as to have real knowledge, the imperial court will hire you as an official."

"When the function is full?"

"Gou Qiba, have you seen how many officials are hungry!"

Some teachers responded patiently, some confused people asked questions repeatedly, and some students taunted and joked.

In the center of the fire, although there are many students interrupting the teaching, the atmosphere of the teaching is obviously very good.

"This Spring and Autumn Classics is not a study for officials, but it contains the experience of predecessors who have devoted themselves to the country. You good scholars can distinguish from it. If you learn the strategies of the ancients to govern the country and stabilize the country, you will avoid detours in the future!"

There was another familiar voice.

This made Zhang Xuezhou a little stunned, only to feel that he could meet his old acquaintances wherever he went.

This kind of voice made Zhang Xuezhou very kind. After all, Zhang Xuezhou had been living in a foreign country for too long.

If it weren't for the demon crane Feiyu's ability to fly thousands of miles high in the sky and accurately identify directions, he doesn't know when he wants to return to the territory of the Han Dynasty.

It is even more difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to meet someone he knows well.

He came following the sound, and as he kept approaching, Zhang Xuezhou also saw Dong Zhongshu's familiar face in the firelight.

His gaze drew a look back.

Dong Zhongshu sat at the top, and when he scanned the person below, Zhang Xuezhou's face immediately caught his eyes.

"strangeness!"

After nearly two years, Dong Zhongshu found that Zhang Xuezhou's face seemed to be much younger.

Dong Zhongshu felt that it was impossible for him to recognize the wrong person. Face recognition was only the most basic method, and breath recognition was his real means.

He has not used people as consumables for casting spells many times in his life, and he has a deep impression on Zhang Xuezhou as a consumable for casting spells, and he is also very familiar with Zhang Xuezhou's aura.

Although Zhang Xuezhou is much stronger than before, Zhang Xuezhou's aura has not changed.

"Surely still alive!"

The matter of Lingnan and his party was so important that Dong Zhongshu could not lose his memory in just two years.

It's just that he didn't expect that Zhang Xuezhou ran from Lingnan to Bashu to bring it.

"Master Dong!"

The familiar address after waving made Dong Zhongshu completely sure. He reached out his hand to indicate a direction for Zhang Xuezhou to take a seat, and then extended his hand to indicate to the middle-aged man next to him.

"Zhong Weng, I just saw an old friend. Next, you will give a lecture on the Spring and Autumn Classics. I will come and listen to you later!"

The middle-aged man Dong Zhongshu called Zhong Weng had an extremely kind face, and he smiled to indicate that Dong Zhongshu was fine.

"My school is a new start-up, so it's great if you come to support me. You don't need to be restrained. After all, I don't have any rules here!" The middle-aged man laughed.

"Rules still apply!"

Dong Zhongshu also smiled back.

He stepped down from the lecturer's seat in the academy.

Passing through the bonfire, and walking out of the passage made way by more than a hundred students who came to study, Dong Zhongshu was already standing in front of Zhang Xuezhou who was at the rear.

"I haven't seen you for two years, how is it?" Dong Zhongshu said with a smile.

"I'm having a good time..."

Either on the journey of killing others or being killed by others, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his life was not good at all.

He didn't understand why his life was so upside down.

This is far more turbulent than his real life.

If calculated according to the itinerary, Zhang Xuezhou feels that the distance he has covered in the past two years can be called a journey around the world.

"After that disaster, everyone is having a bad time!"

Looking at Zhang Xuezhou with a sad face, Dong Zhongshu couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

It's normal for Zhang Xuezhou to have a bad life. After all, Dong Zhongshu's life is also not very good.

If Emperor Jing hadn't been secretly protecting the prince, Dong Zhongshu felt that the trip to Lingnan was not only useless, but losing his head was a normal thing.

Dong Zhongshu was curious about how Zhang Xuezhou got here in the past two years when he thought that the missing person suddenly appeared in Bashu.

He glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, who had a youthful appearance, and felt that although the other party was having a bad life, he should at least be happy, otherwise it would not be possible for him to have such a face.

This is a very contradictory opposition.

Zhang Xuezhou's words and deeds are full of suffering, but there is no trace of suffering in his appearance.

If this guy hadn't encountered the aftermath of the battle between His Majesty and Emperor Jing, Dong Zhongshu would even think that Zhang Xuezhou had a good life in his childhood.

"Master Dong, why are you here?" Zhang Xuezhou asked first.

"I have an old friend who opened a school. His Majesty thinks it is very interesting, so let me come and have a look," Dong Zhongshu said.

"What is a school? It means giving lectures around the bonfire? Are these people here to listen?" Zhang Xuezhou wondered.

"Wenweng's school is only a new start-up, and the space is limited, so we can only burn it to support the scene." Dong Zhongshu said: "When the court confirms, Wenweng can set aside an area to build a school, and that will be much better!"

"That's right!" Zhang Xuezhou cheered.

"These people are all students who are interested in the academy." Dong Zhongshu said, "It's just that there are not many people who are sincerely studying at present. After all, reading can't fill their stomachs for a while. It is difficult for people to agree with persuading people to read now."

"This kind of thing is not easy to do. My aunt said that the poorest are those who study." Zhang Xuezhou said: "At the end of the study, they can't even afford pork. They say that they are three generations poor in education!"

"Your aunt's remarks are a bit too much. In fact, three generations of poor... hey, don't go!"

When Dong Zhongshu nodded thoughtfully, he saw more than a dozen students who were joining in the fun dispersed immediately, which made him turn around and call for someone.

"My mother wants me to chop firewood tomorrow, so I have to go to bed early!"

"I'm hungry, I want to go home and lie down on the bed and fall asleep, otherwise I will easily eat tomorrow's food!"

"I'm going hunting tomorrow, and the knife hasn't been sharpened yet!"

"The cotton field at home has not been irrigated. I have to get up early tomorrow to water it. I can't listen to lectures here!"

"Suddenly I remembered that there was a woman in my family. Seeing that I didn't come back, the woman must be scolding me!"

"My mother asked me to give birth to a son early to help with the work, this matter cannot be delayed at night!"

……

When explaining to Dong Zhongshu, more and more people were listening, and some people joined the ranks of leaving.

Everyone sat comfortably before, but the person who left made a bad start, obviously tearing everyone's face off.

For a while, various reasons came out one after another.

When the situation calmed down, there were less than 20 people left in front of more than ten bonfires.

Sitting on the podium, the middle-aged man named Zhong Weng was obviously caught off guard.

He was surprised to see Dong Zhongshu and Zhang Xuezhou chatting in a low voice not far away.

Although the voices of these two people were small, people nearby could hear them, and it was not difficult for him to hear them clearly.

In just a few words of exchange, the two triggered a wave of withdrawals of those who were not determined.

(End of this chapter)