Zhu Hao wrote a "ji" on the blackboard.

"Who knows?" Zhu Hao asked.

Several people looked at each other.

Although Zhu San had been in charge for one or two years, he obviously did not have much knowledge. Jing Hong vaguely remembered what word this was, but he couldn't say it clearly for a while.

"Is that?"

Zhu San’s knowledge is not good, but she has the courage to guess. At least she will not be as timid as Jing Hong.

Jing Hong is full of his own face. If you want to answer, you have to answer correctly. If you say something wrong, wouldn’t it be embarrassing to Zhu Hao?

"wrong!"

Zhu Hao shook his head and said, "It is a winnowing basket, and there is a literal extension. "Wizi leaves it, Jizi is a slave, and Bi Gan dies after admonishment."

"Zhu Zi commented on the Analects of Confucius, "Weizi, Zhou's brother, Jizi, Bi Gan, and Zhou's father. Weizi saw Zhou's unrighteousness and left him to preserve his ancestral sacrifices. Jizi and Bi Gan all advised him. Zhou killed Bi Gan and imprisoned Jizi as a slave. Jizi was humiliated because of pretending to be crazy'.

"Here, although Ji is still a noun, it does not have an extended meaning and is a proper noun."

The young men were all stunned when they heard Zhu Hao’s explanation.

With their age, it is not easy to memorize the "Analects of Confucius" with adults. It is a fantasy to recognize all the nearly 16,000 words of the "Analects of Confucius". As for the specific meaning of each article, it is even more unaware of it.

As for the "Collection of Notes on the Analects of Confucius", it usually takes three to four years to get in touch with each other, and it still needs to be learned a little bit. Zhu Hao is one year younger than Zhu San and Jinghong, but it is not troublesome to explain.

Lu Bing asked: "What is a proper noun?"

Zhu Hao smiled and said, "It is a noun for a specific title. For example, you Lu Bing, you could have called Lu Hao, but because your father gave you Lu Bing's name, the two words Lu Bing became a proper noun."

Zhu San was confused: "Where is this?...What is the noun?"

"A noun, literally, it is a word of name. For example, this blackboard is a noun. If we want to carry the blackboard, then carrying the blackboard is a verb. If you want to say that this blackboard is so black, then black is an adjective..."

Zhu Hao’s teaching method is obviously different from that of the gentlemen of this era.

A qualified teacher should focus on reason rather than rules when teaching knowledge, which means explaining the truth rather than being memorized by rote. Unfortunately, people in this era are very pedantic, which is related to the fact that the Four Books and Five Classics they have learned are very pedantic.

The entire imperial examination is to write "composition" with a certain sentence in Confucian classics. Under this examination-oriented system, what kind of flexible and changeable talents can be cultivated?

Doctrinism has become a common problem in education in this era, so that Zhu Hao said some simple grammar problems in later generations, which made several children confused and confused.

Fortunately, they are at the age of learning knowledge. As long as they are willing to tell them and explain the truth thoroughly, they can understand and even fully digest and absorb it.

"If you don't understand the specific meaning of a certain article in the Analects of Confucius, then first figure out how many words there are in this article, which are nouns, which are verbs, and which are adjectives, so that you can understand the literal meaning, know what it is, and what it tells..."

Zhu Hao said this and continued to write on the blackboard, "Okay, let's talk about the next word...de..."

"Zixia said: Great virtues do not go beyond leisure, but small virtues can come and go."

...

...

Mr. Zhu is dedicated to his duties.

This is the responsible attitude that Zhu Hao has in his heart. Even Jing Hong, who was not convinced by him, listened to this lecture with relish.

Many times, there is a feeling of "it's like this" enlightenment.

Zhu Sanze was obviously not a good student who likes to study. He just listened with a smile and occasionally said a few words to make trouble. Obviously, it was no difference for her to learn more and learn less.

And Lu Bing...

With Lu Bing's age, he was not at all able to understand the truth, but Lu Bing was influenced by his parents and had to learn humbly, and then pretended to look at the blackboard without blinking.

In Lu Bing's opinion, as long as he can learn the content on the blackboard, he will become an unparalleled hero... To him, the knowledge taught by Zhu Hao is like a martial arts secret book. Even if I don't understand it, try to listen to it as much as possible, otherwise I will miss the greatest treasure in my life.

Zhu Hao talked for a long time and put down the talc.

Zhu San asked with a smile: "Why don't you talk?"

"You can digest it first and copy what I wrote on the blackboard ten times." Zhu Hao said.

Zhu San stuck out his tongue: "I don't write it. You are not a real gentleman. When Mr. Sui comes and sees what you write, he will definitely scold you."

Zhu Hao thought about it and it was true.

Mr. Sui was petty, perhaps as Zhu San said, this person had no other children. If he knew that he was a child teaching here, he would definitely correct it as a teacher.

He is likely to be in trouble by then.

But who told Sui Gongyan not to come?

I will make the decision on my territory!

...

...

That afternoon, the school was peaceful.

As dusk approached, no one came to inform the school, but Zhu San was already anxious to go back first. The remaining Zhu Hao, Jinghong and Lu Bing walked out of the yard together and headed towards the west yard.

"Zhu Hao, you are so awesome. You have a lot of things to master. I will be as knowledgeable as you in the future."

Lu Bingren was very ambitious. After listening to Zhu Hao’s afternoon lecture, he felt that he had gained a lot. His eyes were filled with little stars when he looked at Zhu Hao.

Zhu Hao smiled and said, "When you grow up, it may take two or three years to officially start a new life."

Normal children are seven or eight years old, and some are a year or two earlier, but they are generally forgotten after learning the pre-education. Usually, they teach some simple daily words before starting the pre-education. Lu Bing is a talented type, and even so, it will take a year or two before officially starting the pre-education.

Jing Hong's face was depressed at this moment, "Zhu Hao, I find that you have so much knowledge... When did you start learning it?"

Zhu Hao said: "I learned very late, but I never forget it. I learned it all in just over a year."

"Impossible, no one has such talent."

Jing Hong felt even more frustrated now, shook her head repeatedly, and firmly refused to agree with Zhu Hao's statement.

Zhu Hao smiled and said, "If you don't believe it, forget it. Why don't you find a chance and let's compete for learning?"

In the past, Jing Hong would definitely not hesitate to face the challenge, but this time he hesitated.

Lu Bing said: "Jinghong, I think you don't compare your knowledge with Zhu Hao. After listening to the lecture in the afternoon, I think he is better than Mr. Sui, and you can't compare to him."

Jing Hong thought to himself: "Mr. Sui, like his father, was both a son. I heard that he had also studied at the Imperial College in Nanjing. How could his knowledge be compared to Zhu Hao? You kid are really unsightly. If you were fooled by him, you thought he knew everything?"

That's it, but he still refused to fight.

In Jinghong's opinion, even if Zhu Hao's knowledge is not as good as Sui Gongyan, he is not comparable to that of him. After discovering the gap between them, it is better not to humiliate himself before catching up.

...

...

I didn't see Sui Gongyan coming to the school for two days.

Zhu San sometimes is late or even leaves halfway.

Just as the place where Sui Gongyan taught has been changed to a nearby place, the identities of the two companions, Jing Hong and Zhu Hao, were simply not worthy of their names.

On the afternoon of the third day, the next day was twenty-five, which was the day when Zhu Hao and Jinghong returned home. They finally saw Sui Gongyan appear in the school.

Sui Gongyan brought Zhu Sanyi over.

As soon as the two entered the yard, they heard Zhu Sanwangpo introduce him to Sui Gong like selling melons.

"...The blackboard is inside. Mr. Sui can use it when teaching in the future. It is very convenient to write words, and it is clear at a glance...

"That's a good thing that Zhu Hao made..."

Zhu Hao was sitting at the window and staring at the clouds floating by the sky. When he heard something outside, he couldn't help but turn his eyes to the door.

Sui Gongyan entered the school with a dark face, not bothering to observe who was in the room, and his eyes fell on the blackboard hanging on the wall as soon as he came in.

"Zeng Zi said: It is hard to be kind to the same as Zhang."

"Zi Gong said: A gentleman's fault is like the eclipse of the sun and the moon. When it is wrong, everyone sees it, and even people admire it."

...

There are a few sentences written by Zhu Hao, all of which are in the "Analects of Confucius" and even annotations of "Collected Notes of the Analects of Confucius". This is what Jing Hong strongly asked Zhu Hao to say this morning.

After Zhu Hao finished speaking, he was about to wipe it off, but Jing Hong did not allow it. He quickly copied it, and then stared at the blackboard and slowly understood it, as if he wanted to master all Professor Zhu Hao's content and thoroughly integrate it to make up for the gap between them.

“Who wrote it?”

Sui Gongyan looked at the contents on the blackboard for a while and asked at the three people in the room.

Lu Bing was sitting next to Zhu Hao, but seeing that Sui Gongyan had a bad tone, he quickly returned to his seat, picked up the book and blocked his head. No sound was made on his mouth, and he was shaking his head there, pretending to recite.

A typical bad student looks like he is pretending when he sees the teacher coming.

Zhu Hao stood up and said, "Mr. Sui, I wrote it."

Sui Gongyan looked at Zhu Hao, frowned, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times, as if they were trying to teach Zhu Hao a lesson, but for a moment they couldn't find the reason.

Students write on the blackboard, with neat handwriting and meaningful words, and even content beyond the outline. You must teach you a lesson when you come up...

The master is named Wuming!

"In the next few days, you will finish memorizing the chapters of "The Analects of Confucius" and first understand them yourself. If there is anything you don't know... I will extract it with a pen and ask me back."
To be continued...