Two Hundred and Eighty-Six: Who Is Wang Yinglin in the Three Character Classic? (1)
Feng Jin has always thought that he is the son of a noble family with a good family education, so under normal circumstances he would not act disrespectfully.
Until, he met Jiang Pengji.
His cheeks were flushed from coughing, and he straightened his posture in embarrassment, tidying up the messy "crime scene" in front of him, with a slightly embarrassed expression.
"Lanting, Mr. Yuan Jing is a master respected by everyone in the world, how could you be so..."
Speaking of this, Feng Jin really couldn't speak, he found that he couldn't find a suitable word in his mind.
Jiang Pengji curled her lips, and said, "Isn't it just a joke? It's just a different way of narrating it. It's not deliberately slandering him. What are you so old-fashioned? Maybe if I throw my words in front of Mr. Yuan Jing, even he himself will agree."
Feng Jin sighed maturely, if he wanted to talk nonsense, he really couldn't tell the person in front of him.
"Mr. Yuan Jing has a universal mind, so naturally he won't care about a junior like you." Feng Jin said.
Because of his hand injury, his right hand will be unable to write for a period of time. Unfortunately, he missed the opportunity of this assessment, so he has been very free recently. Jiang Pengji will bring him here to play chess or chat to pass the time when he is free He was thinking wildly.
No matter if you are a student from a humble family or from a noble family, the big guy has studied hard for many years, isn't it just for the sake of rising to the top?
Feng Jin didn't show it on his face, but he definitely wasn't so free and easy in his heart.
Feng Jin is well aware of Jiang Pengji's kindness.
"What are you doing?"
After a fight, Jiang Pengji ordered Taxue to prepare a table and place it in the courtyard.
A large stack of cut bamboo paper lay quietly on it.
"Moshu, idleness is idleness anyway. Playing chess with you, your mind is not on the board at all, it's boring."
Jiang Pengji knelt on a bamboo slum, and Taxue lifted up her sleeves slightly to help her sharpen the ink.
When Feng Jin heard that Jiang Pengji exposed his absent-minded state, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he immediately calmed down and changed the subject.
"Writing silently? The task Uncle Liu left for you?"
As the chief examiner, Liu She went to the examination room to prepare early. In order to avoid suspicion, he would not come back until the examination was over.
According to Feng Jin's thinking, Liu She valued Jiang Pengji so much, she would definitely focus on her studies, and it was normal to leave some homework.
But Jiang Pengji said, "No, I'm dictating Mr. Cheng's collection of books."
Mr. Cheng refers to Cheng Cheng.
She "made a deal" with Cheng Cheng before, she provided good bamboo paper, and Cheng Cheng copied a copy of his book collection for her, but who made Cheng Cheng collect so many slips, more than tens of thousands of volumes, etc. After he finished copying, he would have to wait at least a year or two.
It's not that Jiang Pengji can't wait that long, but now that she is free, she can definitely do things better.
The more she blends into this era, the more Jiang Pengji sees and understands more deeply.
It is true that there are too many things in ancient times that make her uncomfortable, such as backward technology, illiteracy everywhere, barbaric customs, sexism... But it is undeniable that this era also has some bright spots, such as the wisdom accumulated by the predecessors .
She looked through a lot of books on the art of war, and found that many concepts in it were very consistent with what she had learned. Some of them seemed superficial, but they were very similar in essence. You must know that there was at least 10,000 to 20,000 years between her time and this ancient era!
Jiang Pengji gradually curbed the contempt in her heart, changed her attitude, and studied hard.
If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have had to spend a lot of trouble setting up Cheng Cheng's collection of books before.
"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good; nature is similar, habits are far away; if you don't teach, your nature will be changed..." Feng Jin sat aside, saw her write these sentences with a pen, looking back carefully, it seems that there is no familiar memory, but The words are short and concise, and when they read it, there is a profound truth hidden. He couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he asked, "Who wrote this? The writing is popular and easy to remember, which is interesting."
When Feng Jin asked, a bunch of barrages fluttered across the virtual screen.
[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Young Fengjin, this is the content of the "Three Character Classic", an ancient enlightenment textbook in Huaguo.
[Musician Zhuge Qinmo]: "Three Character Classic", the author is Wang Yinglin of the Song Dynasty, and you don't even know who Wang Yinglin is.
[Furry leather bag]: I checked Du Niang, and the author of "Three Character Classic" is Wang Yinglin.
[Nongfu Mountain Spring is a little hanging]: Wang Yinglin of the Song Dynasty, but the plane of Feng Jin's youth is not at all the Song Dynasty, right?
In fact, according to the analysis of some great gods, the current era of the anchor is somewhat similar to that of the Wei, Jin, and North and South.
In addition to the answer, there are also bullet screens such as "...if you don't teach it, it's the father's fault; if you don't teach it strictly, the teacher is lazy..." and so on.
The content was messy and varied, if it wasn't for Jiang Pengji's incomparably strong memory, she might have been confused too.
Facing Feng Jin's question, Jiang Pengji lowered her eyes, glanced at the barrage while he was not paying attention, and wrote down to continue writing.
"I don't know. The characters in the book are no longer to be studied. I just copied it because I thought it was interesting."
There was something wrong with the style of the live broadcast today, it was as lively as a festival.
When Jiang Pengji said that she wanted to transcribe some books suitable for enlightenment, and asked them if they had any good suggestions, the entire audience in the live broadcast room was overwhelmed. They didn't know ancient classics, but Du Niang must know. !
Therefore, Jiang Pengji wrote the three big characters of "San Zi Jing" on the first page of the book, and the author wrote "Anonymous".
The reason why the original author is not written is because she doesn't want anyone to find out who the legendary Wang Yinglin is.
So, how did she know who Wang Yinglin was?
Feng Jin was not surprised by Jiang Pengji's answer either. Cheng Cheng had too many big boxes, and he took a look at them from a distance. Forget about who the author is.
"...The former Mengmu, choose a place next door... Is this talking about Mengmu moving three times?"
Feng Jin looked at it without blinking. Many of the short and concise words and sentences in it came from familiar allusions.
Every scholar knows the story of Meng's mother moving three times, but it is unheard of to summarize it in a few words like this.
Faintly, Feng Jin felt a strange flash in his heart, but it disappeared too quickly, and he didn't grasp that feeling.
Jiang Pengji frowned, and complained, "You disturbed me."
Feng Jin frowned, remained silent, and then obediently sat aside.
Great, it's a lot quieter this way.
Jiang Pengji continued to transcribe, and the audience in the live broadcast room also kindly helped her find various annotated versions, but they were not pasted and copied from a webpage at all, resulting in very mixed and confusing content, and she could only delete, delete, delete, and write waste. Several sheets of bamboo paper.
Some audience members enthusiastically helped Jiang Pengji, and naturally there were also audience members who watched the show and complained.
[Nongfu Spring is a bit suspenseful]: I thought the anchor could avoid vulgarity and not plagiarize, but I didn't want you to follow a routine.
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