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Chapter 179
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read!

is the dream of many.

Reading is also the only way for many people to succeed.

Most of the people who don't have the opportunity to study, those who are better at it, just follow the master to learn a craft, open a facade, and simply live a lifetime.

Only by studying can you have the opportunity to be a master.

Of course, this kind of chance is also very small, after all, the inherent masters have already huddled together, and wanting to squeeze in is almost like a fool's dream.

But no matter how small the chance is, it is still an opportunity.

Always better than no chance.

For a long time, the major families and academies have controlled the teaching. In this world, the status of scholars is noble, which has also led to the fact that not everyone has the opportunity to study.

One is that there are only so many educational resources, and not everyone can enjoy them; the other is that the inherent scholar group does not want more civilians to study.

Common people often mean a poor family, gods come from a poor family, and noble children come from a poor family, which will break the inherent interest groups.

This is something that many people cannot tolerate.

This has also led to the fact that many civilian children have no chance to study at all.

Only the sons of some big businessmen who are willing to invest huge sums of money and gain connections have the opportunity to let the sons of merchants get some fragments of books, and the content in them is often wrong.

The real classic books have never been easily shown to others.

And "Three Character Classic", a book written by Yang Chen himself, as soon as he heard the name, he knew it was a classic.

It is not a classic book, and it is absolutely not dare to use "Jing" as the title of the book.

Er Zaozi's father never expected that this would be a supreme classic that could be handed down to the family, and Yang Chen would take it out with great care and let the young children in the village read it.

This kind of kindness, the sea is deep and the mountains are high, not to mention kneeling, even if he is asked to die immediately, for the children in the village to have books to read, he will die without hesitation.

"Yang Chen, if you do this, you will be merciful. Don't worry, I will call the whole village immediately and build a private school near your yard!"

"And the place occupied by the private school will belong to you from now on!"

Er Zaozi's father couldn't stop crying, and the gratitude in his heart couldn't be added.

Wan Zhongliang, Gan Haigang, Jia Hongwei, and Yang Naiwu who were standing next to them looked at the scene in front of them, and were extremely shocked in their hearts.

Apart from academies, there has never been a scholar who can have such a boldness. This is to teach and educate people.

"Yang Xianggong, we are also willing to invest in the construction of a private school. Can our children also come to the private school to learn!"

Such an opportunity is too tempting.

Wan Zhongliang, Gan Haigang, Jia Hongwei, Yang Naiwu and the others also followed suit.

They all hope that their children can also go to private schools.

After going to a private school and gaining knowledge, he will also have the opportunity to study in a real academy in Weicheng in the future.

Yang Chen nodded.

"No matter who it is, everyone can come in and study!"

"It's just that I'm only responsible for preaching, accepting karma, and resolving doubts. I don't have much energy to manage the rest of the matter!"

"As for how it works, you can discuss it!"

Er Zaozi's father, Wan Zhongliang and the others said in unison, "Mr. Yang, don't worry, we will take care of this matter and we will definitely handle it beautifully."

Yang Chen said, "That's good, Second Uncle, don't worry, this "San Zi Jing" was printed by my disciple's family. After the printing is finished, I will ask him to send someone to deliver it. You can ask first, how many children want to study? How many "Three Character Classics"!"

"I want Wen Cai to prepare, so that I won't be in a hurry."

Er Zaozi's father nodded endlessly.

"Yang Chen, don't worry, I'll do it right away, and I promise not to delay the matter."

Yang Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I think you have something to do when you leave the village, you should do your own business first, and then you can get busy with this matter."

Er Zaozi's father said, "The sky is big and the earth is big, and it is not as big as reading. My things are small things. This reading is related to the future of the whole village. It must be done first."

"Yang Chen, go and do your own thing first, and I'll get this thing done right away. If I don't take care of this matter, I'm in the mood to do other things."

After talking about Er Zaozi's father, he hurriedly walked towards the village with a happy expression on his face.

Yang Chen also took Jia Hongwei and others towards his yard.

In front of the yard.

Still fences and thatched cottages.

Yang Chen stretched out his hand and tapped lightly, a burst of true energy shot out.

The Qimen Bagua Mizong Formation was suspended.

"Come in with me."

After entering, Yang Chen restarted the gossip formation.

Find paper and pen.

Sit down.

thought for a while.

Yang Chen began to write.

In this era, poetry and music are sung in brothels.

And what Yang Chen decided to write was also a classic poem and song.

And in all kinds of classic poems.

There is one person that has to be mentioned.

This person is Liu Yong Liu Sanbian.

This man's Ci has reached the point where he can sing Liu Ci wherever there is well water.

The so-called place with well water refers to the place where people live together.

It can be seen from this that the influence of Liu Yong's Ci is extraordinary.

This time!
Yang Chen wanted to use Liu Yong's words to make a name for himself in brothels.

first song!
Yulinling.

The chilling cicadas are miserable, it is late to the Changting Pavilion, and the showers have just stopped.There is no thread to drink in the tents of the capital, and nostalgia for the boat.Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.Read to go thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is wide.

Amorous feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more desolate for Qingqiu Festival.Where to wake up tonight? Willow shore Xiaofengwanyue.After many years, it should be a good time for a good time.Even if there are thousands of styles, who else can I tell?
This is a farewell poem.

Before Liu Yong, there were many words expressing the sorrow of parting.

But because Liu Yong is a long-term wanderer who has a unique experience of life, his writing of the parting of a pair of lovers is different from the narrow realm of red buildings, deep courtyards, spring flowers and autumn moons in the traditional farewell poems. An atmosphere of vast mist and open sky.

As soon as this poem was written, it was extraordinary.

A trace of spiritual light shines from the paper, every word is exuding spiritual light, converging literary energy, all of a sudden, the sky above Yang Chen's small courtyard is filled with wind and clouds, and the energy of heaven and earth circulates and stirs endlessly.

Do not be so exaggerated!
Wan Zhongliang, Jia Hongwei, Gan Haigang, and Yang Naiwu stared blankly at the poem exuding a peerless aura, and they were all astonished.

This poem was just written by Yang Chen after thinking about it for a while.

Casually, is it a classic?
The spiritual light is generated, the words are reflected in the sky, and the literary energy between the heaven and the earth is surging, and the spiritual light gathers together, like a silver moon emerging, illuminating the sky.

Finally, Yang Chen finished writing the last word.

This poem suddenly soared into the sky, floating in the sky above Yang Chen's room, emitting a radiant light, and the characters on the paper floated up one by one from the paper, the spiritual light shone, and the characters were as big as a bucket.

And there is also the sound of reading aloud, coming from mid-air, it seems that there are many people, all reciting this Yulinling together, especially when the recitation is sober tonight, the voice suddenly rises One syllable, the sound shook all directions, and spread throughout the entire village.

Everyone in the village stopped their work in amazement, listening to the voiceless sound coming from their ears, but felt that they were refreshed and their ears were clear.

With the recitation, every handwriting shining with brilliance in mid-air slowly flowed, and pictures emerged one after another.

One evening in late autumn, just after the shower stopped, a couple of lovers went to the Changting Pavilion to bid farewell!

In the ear is the mournful chirping of the autumn cicada, and in front of the eyes is the desolate and sad dusk of the rain.

When parting, a couple of lovers should have a thousand words to confide and exhort, but holding hands, eyes dim with tears, you look at me, I look at you, but they can't even say a word.

After parting, go to the vastness of Chutian, endless mist, and pedestrians will disappear in the end of the vastness and emptiness shrouded in smoke and mist.

The willows on the bank, the cold wind at dawn, the waning moon in the sky, the sad feeling in my heart!
The more you think about it, the farther you go, the sadder you get.

Being separated from the one I love for a long time, no matter how good the time is, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, I don’t have the heart to appreciate it.

This poem uses the autumn scenery to describe the separation, and the scene blends; in terms of expression, it follows the development of time as the sequence, the reality and the reality are intertwined, and the layers are progressive, and it is completed in one go;

The voice of reciting gradually faded away.

The spiritual light gathered and landed on the paper, then gently floated down from mid-air and landed in Yang Chen's hands.

And Yang Chen's face was a little pale.

When writing this poem, the literary energy in my body was surging, and it also leaked out, falling on the tip of the pen, and the pen moved out, with a little bit of inspiration.

"I want this poem. It's worth a fortune. No one can snatch it from me!" Jia Hongwei and Fatty Jia made the first move.

(End of this chapter)