Feng Jin had always thought of himself as the son of an aristocratic family with a good upbringing. He would not do anything rude under normal circumstances.
Until he met Jiang Pengji.
He coughed until his cheeks turned red. He awkwardly tidied up the messy "crime scene" in front of him. He looked a little embarrassed.
"Lanting, Master Yuanjing is the respected Headmaster of the world. How can you …"
At this point, Feng Jin really couldn't say anything. He realized that he couldn't find the right words in his mind.
Jiang Pengji pouted and said, "It's just a joke. I'm just saying it in a different way. I'm not trying to slander him. Why are you being so old-fashioned? Maybe if I said this to Master Yuanjing, he would agree with me. "
Feng Jin sighed. When it came to reasoning, he really couldn't win against the person in front of him.
"Master Yuanjing is broad-minded. He will not argue with a junior like you," Feng Jin said.
Because of the severe injury on his hand, he would not be able to write for a while. Unfortunately, he missed the opportunity to participate in the assessment. Therefore, he had been very free recently. Jiang Pengji would ask him to play chess or chat to kill time. She did not want him to think too much.
No matter if one was from a poor family or a gentry family, everyone studied hard for many years to rise to the top.
Feng Jin did not show it on his face, but he was definitely not that carefree.
Feng Jin knew Jiang Pengji's good intentions.
"What are you doing?"
After a game, Jiang Pengji asked Taxue to prepare a table in the courtyard. A big stack of bamboo paper lay on it.
"Writing from memory. I have nothing to do anyway. Your mind is not on the board when I play chess with you. It's boring. "
Jiang Pengji knelt on a bamboo chair. Taxue lifted her sleeves slightly and helped her grind the ink.
Feng Jin felt a little awkward when Jiang Pengji saw through his absent-minded state. He quickly calmed himself down and changed the topic.
"Writing from memory? The task that Uncle Liu gave you? "
As the General Evaluation Officer, Liu She went to the examination hall early to prepare. To avoid suspicion, he would not come back before the assessment ended.
Feng Jin thought that since Liu She valued Jiang Pengji so much, he would definitely focus on her studies. It was normal for him to give her some homework.
Jiang Pengji said, "No, I'm writing from memory Master Cheng's book collection."
Mr. Cheng referred to Cheng Cheng.
Previously, she had "made a deal" with Cheng Cheng. She provided the best bamboo paper, and Cheng Cheng would make a copy of his book collection for her. However, Cheng Cheng had collected so many books, more than tens of thousands of scrolls. It would take at least one or two years for him to finish copying.
It wasn't that Jiang Pengji couldn't wait that long, but she was free now and could do things better.
The more she immersed herself in this era, the more Jiang Pengji saw and understood.
It was true that there were too many things in the ancient era that made her unhappy, such as the backward technology, the widespread illiteracy, the barbaric customs, the sexism … But it could not be denied that this era also had its brilliant aspects, such as the accumulated wisdom of the predecessors.
She flipped through many books on the art of war and found that many of the concepts in them were very similar to what she had learned. Some seemed superficial, but the essence was very similar. It should be known that her previous era and this ancient era were separated by at least ten to twenty thousand years!
Jiang Pengji slowly withdrew the contempt in her heart and changed her attitude. She studied and studied seriously.
If not, she wouldn't have spent so much effort to get Cheng Cheng's book collection.
"At the beginning of man, his nature is good. His nature is similar, but his habits are different. If he does not teach, his nature will change …" Feng Jin sat at the side and watched her write these sentences. He thought about it carefully, but there seemed to be no familiar memory. However, the sentences were short and concise, and there was a profound truth hidden in them. His eyes lit up and he asked, "Who wrote this? It's simple and easy to remember. It's interesting."
As soon as Feng Jin asked, a bunch of bullet screens floated across the virtual screen.
Laosiji Lianmeng: "Young Feng Jin, this is the content of the Three Character Classic. It's an enlightening textbook in ancient China."
Yinyuejia Zhuge Qinmo: "The Three Character Classic was written by Wang Yinglin in the Song Dynasty. Even if I told you, you wouldn't know who Wang Yinglin is."
Shenglaodiedai: "I checked on Baidu. The author of the Three Character Classic is Wang Yinglin."
Nongfu Shanquan Youdianxuan: "Wang Yinglin in the Song Dynasty. But young Feng Jin's dimension doesn't have a Song Dynasty, right?
In fact, according to the analysis of some gurus, the era that the streamer was in was similar to the Wei-Jin Dynasty.
Apart from the answer, there were other bullet screens that said, "… Not teaching is the father's fault; not teaching is the teacher's laziness …"
The content was messy and varied. If Jiang Pengji didn't have a strong memory, she would have been confused.
Facing Feng Jin's question, Jiang Pengji looked down and glanced at the bullet screen when he wasn't paying attention. She continued writing.
"I don't know. The characters in the book can't be studied anymore. I just thought it was interesting, so I copied it."
There was something wrong with the stream that day. It was as lively as a festival.
When Jiang Pengji said that she wanted to copy some enlightening books and asked if they had any suggestions, the audience in the streaming room went wild. They didn't know about ancient classics, but Baidu definitely did. They could pretend to be a great scholar in front of the streamer with just a search!
So, Jiang Pengji wrote the Three Character Classic on the first page. On the author's side, she wrote "Anonymous."
She didn't write the original author because she didn't want people to find out who the legendary Wang Yinglin was.
So, how did she know who Wang Yinglin was?
Feng Jin didn't find Jiang Pengji's answer strange. Cheng Cheng's big boxes were too many. He also took a look at them from afar. The books were neatly arranged, which showed the owner's care. But many of the ancient books were incomplete, so it was impossible to find out who the author was.
"… Mencius's mother chose a neighbor … Is this about Mencius's mother moving three times?"
Feng Jin stared at it without blinking. Many of the short and concise sentences came from the classic stories that people were familiar with.
Every scholar knew about the story of Mencius's mother moving three times, but it was unheard of to summarize it in just six words.
Faintly, Feng Jin felt something strange flash in his heart, but it disappeared too quickly. He didn't catch the feeling.
Jiang Pengji frowned and complained, "You're disturbing me."
Feng Jin frowned and stayed silent. Then he sat down obediently.
Good, it's much quieter now.
Jiang Pengji continued to copy. The audience in the streaming room also helped her find all kinds of annotations. But they didn't copy and paste from the same web page, so the content was very messy. She could only delete and edit, which wasted a few pieces of bamboo paper.
Some audience enthusiastically helped Jiang Pengji, but naturally, there were also audience members who were watching the show and complaining.
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