Changsheng's ears were sharp. She snorted softly, pouted her mouth, and complained to Feng Yi.
"Hmph, Feng Dalang, they said we can't understand."
After saying that, Changsheng rolled up her wide sleeves. She had just rolled up one sleeve with great effort, and the other slipped down her arm.
Therefore, Changsheng pouted and quietly squatted on the mat. She lowered her head and struggled to adjust her sleeves.
Feng Yi's eyes slanted, and he looked down at Changsheng who was panting with anger. He felt inexplicably tired.
Was this what she meant by "losing but not losing the battle"?
"Come here, I'll help you tuck it in."
Feng Yi waved at Changsheng, and the chubby little boy happily moved over.
The scholars saw that the children were so friendly, and they looked good. Under the double filter, they could not help but like them a little.
A noisy child is a little devil, and a quiet child is a little angel.
After watching for a while, the scholars went to do their own things, and occasionally looked at the little children.
The books of Golden Scale Pavilion were all printed on Xuan paper or bamboo paper. Even if they were immersed in reading all day long, the impression that paper books were too precious had been formed. If a naughty child tore one, they would faint from heartache.
Feng Yi rolled up Changsheng's sleeves, and the maidservant of Golden Scale Pavilion brought the books they needed.
He curled his lips into a smile, "Thank you."
Fifteen little children surrounded a large table, and each of them sat upright. There was a book spread out in front of them, and they were reading with serious expressions.
The scholars who came and went saw this scene, and they found it a little funny.
They pretended to be good, and people who did not know would think that these children were really literate.
Changsheng could not sit still after sitting for a while. She twisted her butt, moved her knees, and rubbed from her mat to Feng Yi's mat.
"Feng Dalang, I can't read these words."
Feng Yi took a look, and it turned out to be a few relatively rare words.
For Changsheng who could only read half of the words, it was indeed very difficult.
"I'll teach you."
Feng Yi used his finger to draw a few characters on the paper, and for Changsheng to read, he even repeated it twice.
Changsheng muttered, but she could not find the correct pronunciation after several times, and her face wrinkled.
She had only studied in Golden Scale Academy for three months, and she was proficient in Pinyin, but not proficient in using it.
Feng Yi was not in a hurry, and patiently waited for her to read it.
The scholars who were observing the situation found it funny, and asked, "Little lady, what words do you not know? I can teach you. "
Feng Yi squinted his eyes, "Frivolous."
Changsheng raised her head. Most of her hair covered her forehead, making her little face look even rounder.
The scholars laughed, "Dalang is the little brother next to you?
The scholar smiled and said, "Feng Dalang is this little brother beside you? He is still, and does not know as. "
"He is, and he is, he is,"
He was already so old, yet he still wanted to coax Changsheng to call him brother. Shameless.
, and, and, and, because, Dalang, and, and., father., Dal, and., Do you know what a challenge is? It is very powerful, one against ten. Dalang's father is also very powerful! Dalang will be as powerful in the future. "
The scholar listened to Changsheng, and he could not help but smile.
Even though Changsheng tried her best to explain, outsiders who did not understand the situation would only be confused.
The only thing that could be understood was the "challenge".
"Your Feng Dalang is still too young. The brothers here are all adults, and they do not beat children. "
Changsheng tilted her head, and looked at the scholar, and then at Feng Yi.
Dalang was indeed not as tall as the others, and not as strong.
How could he beat them?
Changsheng looked at Feng Yi with grievance, as if he was really facing the prospect of being beaten up.
Feng Yi bowed to the scholar, and said politely, "I still have to learn from a few classmates, please help yourself."
The scholar refused to leave, "You are only at the age of Zhangjiao, and you just finished reading 'Great Xia Rhyming Book', right?"
According to the current education progress, it was already very good for a seven or eight-year-old child to finish reading 'Great Xia Rhyming Book'.
"I am not talented, and I have finished reading 'Great Xia Rhyming Book'. Now, I am learning 'Three Hundred Thousand' from the teachers, and 'The Book of Songs' and 'The Analects of Confucius' in spring."
The scholar said, "What is' Three Hundred Thousand '?"
"The texts taught by the college students."
He asked Feng Yi again, "How old are you? Can you understand 'The Analects of Confucius'? And you are learning 'The Book of Songs'? "
"Although I don't understand, I have already memorized it."
As a top student, how could he not prepare in advance?
The scholar was speechless.
Kids nowadays were really amazing, and they could boast to the sky. Which brat could be so good?
"You said that you have already memorized it?"
Feng Yi was silent for a moment, and he said, "I have memorized the original text, but I have only read the annotations written by the teachers a few times, and I have only memorized it."
'The Analects of Confucius' was easy to memorize, but 'The Book of Songs' was a little difficult for Feng Yi.
It was said that 'The Art of War' would be taught next semester, and Feng Yi was more interested in that.
The scholar was speechless.
Boast! Keep boasting! Brats nowadays did not even follow the basic rules when they boasted. How could a brat's parent not know?
Did he really think that he had a genius son?
"Since that is the case, let me test you."
The scholar felt that bragging kids needed to be taught a lesson, or else what if they became second nature to lying in the future?
"Dear brother, please give me some pointers."
Feng Yi raised his hand to signal the other students to continue reading, while he faced the challenge in front of him calmly.
"Sage Confucius had a student named Bo Shang, and his courtesy name was Zixia. He once said, 'Parents, monarch, friend', which one do you know? '"
Feng Yi said without hesitation, "When it comes to parents, one can do one's best; when it comes to monarch, one can do one's best; when it comes to friends, one must keep one's word."
The scholar did not expect Feng Yi to be able to answer, and he made things difficult for him, "When it comes to friends, one must keep one's word. What do you mean by this?"
"When it comes to friends, one must be honest and sincere, and scrupulously keep one's word."
The scholar was speechless.
His original intention was to use this to mock Feng Yi for boasting at such a young age, but now he felt a little embarrassed.
The scholar did not believe him, and he asked again, "The disciple that Sage Confucius was most proud of was called Yan Zi, and his courtesy name was Ziyuan. Sage Confucius repeatedly praised him, saying that he was studious, benevolent, and even said that he had four virtues. Do you know which four virtues it is? What is Yan Hui's lifelong desire? "
"The four virtues of a gentleman are strong in doing righteousness, weak in accepting advice, fearful of salary, and cautious in governing oneself." Teacher, please mark this passage as firm when doing righteousness, gentle when accepting advice, cautious when getting an official's salary, and cautious when cultivating oneself. "
Feng Yi continued, "As for what Sage Yan Zi's lifelong desire, this kid boldly thinks that it is definitely a prosperous age where the monarch and his subjects are united, people live in harmony, people of all ages are healthy, people of all ages are healthy, and the world is peaceful."
The scholar began to pay attention now, and those who were paying attention to the commotion here were also attracted over.
The scholar continued to ask, "Why do you say so?"
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