It’s not Versailles. Chen Ai really thinks these things are not difficult. He just arranges the various eras and dynasties of ancient Egypt in order according to the order of time, and then enters their founders, their unique beliefs and cultures in each period, and enriches this long river of history.

It's that simple. Chen Ai can clearly know the characters and their experiences at every point in time with just a little recollection, just like playing a movie in his mind, or opening a notebook in his mind.

Zhang Ping and the others were a little unbelievable at first, but Zhang Ping also asked several questions tentatively, which were all relatively simple questions at first, such as "Who established the First Dynasty of Ancient Egypt?"

"Menice." Chen Ai replied without hesitation.

"A king's statue at the end of the Second Dynasty carved the pedestal of the statue carved on the pedestal of the enemy he killed... Who is he?"

“Hashheim.”

Chen Ai was not at all pressure at all. Zhang Ping directly picked up the book beside him and began to increase the difficulty of the problem. "What was the judicial system in the ancient kingdom period?"

"The secular courts and temple courts are judged by Visir, but the king has all his strength to intervene in judicial judgments."

Zhang Ping asked several questions in succession, even a little beyond the scope. He asked several questions that did not have a clear answer in the book, but Chen Ai still answered and reminded Zhang Ping that the professor had specifically answered this question during class. Zhang Ping finally put down the textbook powerlessly and turned his head to look at the other two people.

"What a fucking master...this is that..." Aili murmured.

"I can't compare, I can't compare."

Chen Ai may have realized that it was difficult for his roommates to remember these contents, so he kindly recommended his learning method to his roommates. However, after listening to his "simple" learning method, several people rolled their eyes. If they hadn't known Chen Ai's personality and knew that he wouldn't deliberately play tricks on him, they were afraid that Ai Li would go up and fuck him.

Zhang Ping also said angrily: "You should keep such a simple method yourself!"

The morning of the ancient world history is over, and the afternoon of the afternoon is historical bibliography. This is also their professional course. It is very important and the difficulty is not less than that of the morning of the ancient world history. Therefore, the Friday of the first semester of Jiang Daiichi, a freshman in the college of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, is called "Black Semester Friday" because of these two classes.

Chen Ai came to the class very early. After he sat down, he quickly flipped out the historical bibliography textbooks, and flew up at a glance. When Chen Ai put down the books in his hand, he realized that most of the students in the class had arrived. Lin Jingjing sat quietly and looked at him in amazement.

"What are you doing?"

"read."

"Reading?? How can you read like this? Look over one by one, are you sure you read it? You're so outrageous..." Lin Jingjing looked in disbelief, Chen Ai seemed to have thought of something. He put down the books in his hand and looked at Lin Jingjing beside him. This was the first time he was facing this deskmate.

"I... can teach you how to read..." This was the first time Chen Ai spoke up. Lin Jingjing was a little curious, so she did not interrupt him.

Chen Ai said seriously: "When reading, first look at the catalog, remember the catalog... Then look at the title of the size, remember the title, put the corresponding title in the catalog, then look at the text, remember the text... Then you can read the things you remember at will through the catalog title..."

"I..." Lin Jingjing took a deep breath and kept persuading herself in her heart that I was a fucking lady, and she must not be angry with him or get angry at him... After holding back the anger in her heart, she gritted her teeth and said, "Thank you! Tell me such a useful method!!!"

A smile appeared on Chen Ai's face, and he said happily: "You're welcome."

The smile just flashed by, but it was so sincere, so sunny, so beautiful... Lin Jingjing calmed down in an instant, and the anger in her heart disappeared without a trace. She also replied to Chen Ai's sweet smile and blinked.

Class was about to start and the students were all here. Wang Fuyu stood anxiously at the door. Before Aili came, the big fool went to the class on the third floor to attend class. He fell asleep without looking at the people around him. When Lao Wang saw that he did not come, he kept calling him. Aili said stupidly that he was in the classroom.

In order to prevent this clever man from finding the wrong class, Lao Wang stood at the door waiting for him. Sure enough, Aili walked up to the fourth floor with a frustration. When Lao Wang saw him, he hurriedly reached out and shouted: "Lao Ai! Here! Here!!"

Aili turned his head and looked at him, and saw Wang Fuyu standing at the door of the classroom not far away, waving at him. At this time, a professor happened to pass by and heard Wang Fuyu's shouting. The professor was very tall, about forty years old. When he heard the shouting, he looked at Aili next to him in surprise.

"Lao Ai? Why do you call this ghost name? Can you turn the wheels?"

Aili was stunned. Before he could come back to his senses, the professor shook his head and walked into the classroom, muttering something like the world's style is not old. Wang Yu almost laughed crazy from the side. Aili walked in with him and sat in the last row with a dark face. He looked at Wang Yu who was laughing in the distance, and wanted to speak but stopped.

The professor did not name it, first of all, introduced himself. The young professor was named Liu Xun. According to the rumors that Lao Wang got from his senior sister, Professor Liu is a master in the field of philology and has participated in many historical literature compilation projects. His reputation in the college is second only to the respected Dean Wang.

He seemed to have some relationship with Mr. Chen Yinke. A student once called Chen Yinke in front of him, which angered Professor Liu. Professor Liu scolded him angrily, "Others can call him by his name directly, but you are my students, and you can also be considered as Mr. Chen Yinke's direct disciple. If you call him directly without respect, what kind of morality is it?"

"As a student in the history department, we must not only respect Mr. Chen Yinke, but also other historians. They are your predecessors and your guiding lights!"

Professor Liu introduced himself neatly. According to his explanation, he was a Qianshou professor who was non-party, sect, without officials, and had nothing. After introducing himself, he began to introduce historical bibliography. "Mr. Liang Qichao said: Among all kinds of knowledge, history is the most developed, and history is the most developed among all countries in the world!"

"Four catalogs, classics, history, sciences, and collections, our history ranks second, and in fact, we should be the first... our historians..." Professor Liu's eyes instantly burned when he talked about historians. This is not an exaggeration. You can clearly see Professor Liu's face that was flushed due to excitement.

"They all have a magnificent historical vision, learn from both heaven and earth, understand the past and present, and shoulder the mission of studying history with a highly conscious spirit. They regard history as a supplement to human ethics and morals and politics, and emphasize the use of the ancients as a mirror, practice the world, and record historical events!!" The professor excitedly praised those historians and was particularly proud.

"The significance of this course is to cultivate students' ability to read and use ancient historical documents... I don't think it is, it still needs to be cultivated? The significance of this course is to let everyone know... why should we respect history?" The professor said, and opened the textbook.

"You can see that the documents we want to learn include chantary styles, chronological styles, chronicles and books, classical and political books, imperial edicts and memorials, different historical and miscellaneous history, geographical and local chronicles, historical and historical examinations, biographies, classics, poetry collections, ethnic documents, archaeological documents..." The teacher said this endlessly.

The students looked at the textbook catalog in a daze, and a hint of horror gradually appeared in their eyes.

"Why so many?"

Professor Liu roughly mentioned the scope of learning and said with a smile: "Look, I have said a long time ago that history and sub-sets should be the first, because we not only study history, but also study the sub-sets of classics and sub-sets together..."

"Okay, next, let's start the first lesson, the document of Jichuan style... First of all, we need to know how many historical books there are in China..." After the professor finished speaking, he turned on the projector and a huge table appeared on the blackboard, with densely packed tops, all of which were historical studies of Jichuan style.

Sima Qian's "Records of the Grand Historian", Ban Gu's "Book of Han", Fan Ye's "Book of the Later Han", Chen Shou's "Records of the Three Kingdoms"... So until the "Draft of History of Qing", there were twenty-six books in total. Just recording these titles, author's names, and the times described in the books, the times written in the books were already troublesome, but these were just the most basic things.

Chen Ai looked at the form seriously and nodded, and he remembered it.
Chapter completed!