Ming Zuo

Chapter 95: Bi Maokang's Experience (7) [Long live the motherland! 】

Bi Mao Kangman thought that the riverside was already the most lively, but when he got to the school, he realized that he was wrong.

The school in front of him was completely different from the private schools and school supervisors he had ever seen.

It occupies a large area, and the land has obviously been carefully leveled.

There is a fence around the school, which is not very good, and you can see the inside from the outside.

The reason why the wall was not built is because it is not necessary.

The school is on the edge of Zhuangzi, and next to it is the military camp.

If this still can't protect the safety of children, then adults wipe their necks.

However, the gate of the school is very majestic.

Dozens of kilograms of large stones are all carefully carved and built, with strange-looking stone carvings on the top.

Engraved is a vague-looking boy, holding a scroll in his hand, but a musket behind him.The red sun behind it is hot, and the clouds and mists are steaming under the feet, symbolizing a long journey and a boundless future.

Bi Maokang was attracted by the couplets on both sides of the gate.

[The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, the sound is in the ear; family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, and everything are concerned. 】

This couplet is known to the world, and it is still engraved in Donglin Academy for the world to admire.

Zuo Menggeng took this couplet to encourage the children, and the expectations are self-evident.

No matter what the current Donglin Party has become, at least the motivation contained in this couplet is worth remembering by everyone.

If it is said that the couplet is based on the classics, then the horizontal criticism above is very strange.

But after seeing it, Bi Maokang was speechless for a long time, only to feel the countless emotions in his heart tumbling.

[Reading for China's prosperity! 】

It's not that the book has its own golden house, it's not that the book has its own Yan Ruyu, and it's not that the book has learned the arts of literature and martial arts, selling and the family of the emperor.

Reading is China, in order to make every Chinese citizen happy and healthy.

"Boss, let's go in."

Li Xiangzhu reminded Bi Maokang to come back to his senses and follow him into the school.

Walking into the main entrance, what you see is a bare open space.

Unlike many academies and private schools, there are no carefully arranged scenery, and there are no winding paths leading to seclusion or winding circles.

Everything seemed so rough and unsightly.

Not really bare though.

There are many iron shelves standing in the open space, high and low, and they look strange, and Bi Maokang can't recognize them.

"What's the use here?"

Old Qin Tou looked at the scene in front of him with joy, and said, "It's all made by the young master. What do you call it... Oh yes, it's called the playground, it's for the kids."

Bi Maokang was puzzled.

"The child enters the school, with his head hanging from the beam and the awl piercing the spine. It is not enough to study hard, so how can he waste his time?"

Old Qin Tou couldn't understand this matter, so he had to come to Li Xiangzhu.

"This is Qianza's request, saying that it starts with children. Books must be read, and physical fitness must not be left behind. Here, look, that is a slogan written by Qianza himself."

Following his instructions, Bi Maokang noticed that in a corner of the open space, there was a very conspicuous sign with ten not-so-good-looking but sharp-edged characters written on it.

[Civilize its spirit, savage its physique! 】

It's a strange statement, but for some reason, the buoyant energy rushing towards his face made Bi Maokang sweep away the depression of old age, and he felt a force wandering between his chest and insides.

It was only when I got closer that I saw that there was a eloquent poem under the ten big characters.

Don't you see, the end of the Han army, the weak crown is a prisoner, and the long Ying is invited.

See you, Ban Dingyuan, Jueyu Qingqi urges Zhanyun!
The man should be in serious danger. How can he let the Confucian crown miss this life?
The situation is that the people are in danger, and the chariots of feathers will never stop!
Abandon my old pen, take my wartime pen,
One call for more than one hundred thousand comrades, sang war hymns and joined the army.

Clean the dust, work hard for people's livelihood, create justice, and swear to sweep the world without caring for oneself!
Seeing one sentence, Bi Maokang couldn't help but take a step back, chanting words in his mouth, full of old blood, and almost wanted to go to the sky.

"A man should be a serious danger, so how can Confucianism miss this life..."

He didn't know, he hadn't seen such an ambitious and heroic work for many years.

Compared with those verses that express sorrow for writing new words, this is the voice of my generation.

Bi Maokang was so excited that he couldn't help grabbing Li Xiangzhu's sleeve.

"Who wrote this poem?"

Li Xiangzhu said proudly: "This is what Qianzuo said, and it was written by Director Huang."

Poems by that boy?
How could that young man who devoured his meals, acted resolutely, and spoke shallowly and directly, write such good poetry?
He is obviously the son of a general, and the words are so ugly.

why...

"Does he have any other poems?"

Li Xiangzhu pondered for a while, and then said: "Qianzuo doesn't like to write poetry, we have asked for it. But Qianzuo said that poetry is written with clear ambition and emotion. If you insist on poetry, it will be written by the fly camp. It doesn't taste good. Ah... By the way, he still has two more sentences, which are for Wang Xiuqin, the director of the factory."

"Oh? Come on quickly and let me see."

Zuo Menggeng's attitude towards poetry is very agreeable to Bi Maokang.

But those scholars in the south of the Yangtze River traveled in the prosperous land of fireworks, and every time they invited their names with poems, what was the benefit?

"Who said that women are inferior to men, women can hold up half the sky. At the beginning, the director of Wangchang had these two sentences and cried for a long time."

Bi Maokang has another taste.

It's just two short sentences, and the words are simple. At first glance, it sounds unpleasant.But after tasting it carefully, the air of self-improvement is intoxicating.

Everyone in the world treats women as vassals, but that young man used these two sentences to warn women that you are equally important.

Thinking of the appearance of the female factory director, Commander Ruoding, and the scenes of countless women working happily, Bi Maokang had to admire the young man's methods.

After walking past the playground, I finally saw the school building.

However, the busy people made Old Qin Tou very nervous.

"Ouch, brat, be careful. If something so precious is dropped, see if I can slap you."

When Bi Maokang looked, he realized that what everyone was holding was a piece of tortoiseshell.

He has never seen such a tortoiseshell, each piece is more than a foot square, but it is very light and thin.The most incredible thing is that these tortoiseshells are all transparent like water, and they are not obstructive.

I saw a person who took the tortoiseshell, walked to the window, just stood up, and the tortoiseshell was placed in a window frame.Then another picked up a hammer and nails and began to tinkle against the surrounding window frames.

After a while, the person holding the tortoiseshell released his hand, and the tortoiseshell was safe and did not fall off.

Bi Mao Kang Daqi, approached to observe, only to find that the four sides of the original tortoiseshell were stuck with a few nails.

Unless the nail is dropped, the tortoiseshell is bound to be intact.

Standing in front of the window, looking out through the tortoiseshell, all kinds of scenery, both near and far, are all in sight.Looking back at the interior, the sun shines everywhere, it is transparent and bright, and there is no dark and gloomy place.

Studying here is one of life's great joys.

Bi Maokang grabbed Lao Qin's head and pointed to the tortoiseshell to ask.

"This thing is very precious. How much money does it cost to use it as a window?"

"what?"

Old Qin Tou was stunned, and after a long while, he said, "This thing... This thing is not expensive, it's cheaper than window paper."

Bi Maokang was struck by lightning.

"Brother, don't lie to me."

He is also a well-informed man, and he knows the price of tortoiseshell.This tortoiseshell used as a window is so clear and so large that even if it costs a thousand taels of silver, it is not a bad idea.

And chestnut fragrance builds a horse.

"The boss doesn't know, this kind of thing is called glass. Now it can be manufactured locally in Linqing, and the method is made by Qianzuo, and it is extremely cheap."

Bi Maokang didn't know what to say.

That young man gave him too many surprises and surprises.

How many secrets does he have?

However, Bi Maokang had a certain understanding of why the young man was full of self-confidence.

A cloud streaked across the sky, and the sun reappeared on the earth.

The warm sunlight shone on him through the glass, coating him with a layer of charm.

This kind of feeling is very wonderful, making Bi Maokang feel ethereal and detached.

In the middle of the soul, the playground outside is dusty.A group of children lined up neatly, ran in from a distance, circled around the playground, and walked happily.

Among the children, there are men and women, full of vitality, just like the revival of all things in this early spring.

A young man ran with the children with a whistle in his mouth.

When he blew the whistle, the children recited as they ran.

The young phoenix Qingyin rushed straight to the sky, declaring that the ancient and deep earth had gained a completely different power from then on.

[The red sun is rising, and its path is bright.The river flows, and the ocean flows... So today's responsibility does not belong to others, but all to my youth... Beautiful, I am a young Chinese, and I am not old with the sky; strong, I am a young Chinese, and the country has no boundaries! 】

Hearing the clear declarations of the youths and watching the new and high-spirited scene, Bi Maokang trembled all over.

There was a voice deep inside that kept telling him...

He should stay.

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