Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 444
With this beginning, other people flocked to it, and after a while the room was full of people, all looking at that word.

Jia Jiancheng didn't have time to rush the students anymore, even if he was free, he would not rush. For the right things, he always encouraged the students to listen and think more, which is why these students dared to come in.

He didn't care about losing his temper, and fell into deep thought. At first, he also vaguely felt that his words were missing something, lost the point, and stagnated. Hearing this, he understood a little bit.

The dissatisfaction in his heart had long since dissipated, and instead he asked with a hint of urgency: "What about the second one?" Something seemed to be grasped in his mind, and he was eager to know what else was there.

Hearing the words, Lian Musu walked two steps away, looked at the overall situation of the character, and said, "The second is that it lacks charm. He Gong's characters are square inside and round outside, very much like Lord He's way of life, And Mr.'s characters are square inside and out, I think Mr. is very upright and strict, but because he is forced to imitate Mr. He, he becomes nondescript."

Hearing this, some students who had been severely taught by Jia Jiancheng on weekdays couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "It's more than strict, it's like a training ground..."

Jia Jiancheng glanced back, it was too loud, it interrupted all his train of thought, and what he just grasped disappeared without a trace.

The students behind were suddenly silent.

When he turned around, he suddenly realized that he couldn't understand this young man, he handled things calmly, he was not in a hurry, he could speak clearly to his words, and most importantly, he even faintly agreed with him.

It's just that he still refuses to accept it, he has no other hobbies, only two, his mother's pickles and calligraphy, he has practiced hard for many years, and he is well-known for his calligraphy skills, and people often come to ask for his own calligraphy.

And this young man is only in his twenties, how can he know He Gong's characters so well, even seems to know him better than him?
In recent years, he has met many people of all kinds, and there are also many people who seek fame and fame. As the supervisor of the Imperial College, he cannot trust others.

He took a scrutiny at Lian Musu: "You said just now that you have practiced Mr. He's handwriting? Then write a picture and let me have a look."

His competitive spirit was completely aroused, and he wanted to see whether this young man had real talents, or was he just talking about it?

No matter how good the words are, it is better to just write and see the real chapter.

Lian Musu pondered for a moment: "But, I haven't practiced for a long time, and my hands are raw. I hope Mr. Haihan."

He didn't speak big words, because he admired Hegong as a man, and he also liked Hegong's calligraphy. He started to practice before he was exiled. , There is a piece of marble that has been scratched by him.

But after escaping, he traveled around all the way, and because his mother was sick, he had to study for exams, so he hadn't practiced for a long time.

Jia Jiancheng sneered, as expected, he was a person who was talking about fame and fame, and said that he hadn't practiced for a long time before he wrote it, so that if he couldn't write it well, he could rely on his own hands.

Lian Musu didn't care what Jia Jiancheng was thinking, he turned around and went to his book basket to get pens, inks, papers and inkstones, the students pouring in made way for him, and some people reached out to help.

After opening the lid of the book basket, Lian Musu picked up the change of clothes on it and put it aside, the person who went to help suddenly gasped: "This book basket is full of books?"

Lian Musu took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said, "It's not all books, there are also pen, ink, paper and inkstone for daily use."

Someone couldn't help but leaned over to look at it: "That's probably [-]% books, do you even memorize it like this every day?" It's too heavy.

Lian Musu smiled when he heard this, and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

He is not a person with extraordinary talents, but he thinks more than others. If he does not seize the opportunity to study and make up for the missing years, how can he catch up with the goal in his heart.

A year before the exam was about to be taken, an accident happened at home, and there was no time to study seriously in the following years.

Fortunately, after passing the examination of scholar, I did not go to the Juren examination early, but chose to study hard and read the book fairly thoroughly. When I was in exile, I was thinking all the time, pondering over and over again what was written in the book, and went through difficulties and obstacles. I have an unusual understanding and view of the book of sages, and my mind is more open.

Now that I read the book again, I see more things than before, and my thinking is smoother than before.

The road he has to walk must not be easy, he needs to work harder than others, the imperial examination is only the first step, if he can't even take this step, how can he achieve what he wants?

Therefore, before and after the rural examination, he seldom went out and read behind closed doors. Not many people knew him. Even when he was sitting in a bullock cart on the way back to Beijing from Taiyuan Prefecture, he did not forget to read with his book.

He speculated that he would not be able to take the exam immediately when he came to Guozijian this time. As for how long and when he would be able to complete the exam, it was uncertain, so he was prepared. He brought all the bags for the exam, and he could continue to study while waiting.

When closing the lid of the book basket, Jia Jiancheng pushed through the crowd and saw the books inside. Sure enough, more than [-]% of the half-person-high book basket was filled with books. No wonder it was so heavy, he could barely hold it just now!

This young man is used to so many books, is it true that he carries them with him?

That’s right, if you recite it very often, how can you recite it so freely? It looks like it’s effortless. People who recite it for the first time will not look so easy. Whether they can recite it easily is another matter...

He was a little stunned, no matter how nice he said, it was not as strong as seeing the real thing. Now he really believed that this young man was really talented, how could he memorize so many books and be so eager to learn? Could it be that kind of cunning generation?
He was suddenly a little ashamed, ashamed of his behavior before he came in. Such a young man with a crippled left leg and carrying such a heavy book basket, how could he make things difficult for him?
Physical disability is a fatal blow to scholars, even ordinary people are lame, and their ambitions have long been worn out, but the young people in front of them do not feel sorry for themselves.

To speak a word that arouses his ambition, his speech and manner are better than all the students he has taught. He can feel the calmness and tenacity of this young man.

It is for this point that it is worthy of admiration.

What else is he demanding?How is it different from the troubled candidates in Taiyuan Prefecture?
He listened to one side and believed in another, and was preconceived. Now that he was not good at learning, he was seen as a flaw, his face felt dull, and because he was eager to win, he still wanted to make things difficult.

Thinking of this, he felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, his face was burning hot.

"Can I borrow Mr.'s desk?" Lian Musu asked politely after getting ready.

"Ah? Oh, let's use it." As soon as Jia Jiancheng thought that he had bullied someone, he felt uneasy, and after answering, he felt that it was wrong, and he was still making things difficult for others.

(End of this chapter)