Red Mansion: I am Jia Lian

Chapter 16 Turns out to be a genius
  Pressing his hands on the table, Jia Lian stood up and answered without thinking: "Look with your eyes!"

Zhang Ting’en….

All classmates….

When the scene was silent for a while, Guo Song, who felt he had seized the opportunity, stood up and said, "Jia Lian, I dare not disrespect you in this class."

When Jia Lian heard this, he didn't panic at all. Instead, he smiled and said nothing. He didn't even look at Guo Song, but looked at the podium.

Zhang Ting'en thought to himself that Guo Song was still a bit immature, and this method of labeling him was too simple.

"Guo Song, next time you speak, remember to raise your hands first and sit down." Zhang Ting'en didn't bother Guo Song. The so-called disrespect was actually Guo Song's behavior. Turning to face Jia Lian, Zhang Ting'en continued to ask: "What did you see with your eyes?"

Uh, the teacher actually followed the clues? Jia Lian was quite surprised and thought this teacher was quite interesting. I almost made it clear, don’t you understand what I mean? Isn't it good to leave this activity of showing one's holiness in front of others to others?

Since he was asked a question, an answer was required. Jia Lian quickly responded: "Sir, I can understand the literal meaning. I don't see the meaning of the subtle words. Are you sitting here in class studying?"

This statement still resonates with many people. You should learn it only if you don’t understand it.

Zhang Ting'en did not pursue Jia Lian's intention, raised his hand to signal him to sit down, and continued the class: "Today we will talk about "Left Turn"..."

What does it feel like when the teacher doesn’t write on the blackboard during class? Jia Lian felt it deeply. Fortunately, he had prepared a small notebook and a sharpened and degreased quill, specially embedded in the wooden handle. Dip in ink, copy, hands on.

Fortunately, Zhang Ting'en did not speak quickly, and often paused slightly to facilitate understanding.

After half an hour of class, Zhang Ting'en stood up with a dry mouth and said: "Take a rest for a moment." As he stood up to drink water, Jia Lian was stared at by the classmates below. With the attitude of avoiding him before, he came closer. He whispered in a low voice: "I met Brother Jia in Xialuyuan." While speaking, his eyes kept glancing at the notes in front of Jia Lian.

Jia Lian couldn't help but secretly laugh when he saw this, and handed him the class notes: "Let's take a look."

Lu Yuan is a fat man, and his smile can greatly lower people's vigilance. At this moment, his eyes turned into slits as he smiled, and he thanked her profusely: "Thank you, thank you so much!"

It doesn't matter if you don't see it. Lu Yuan's face turned green when he saw it. What is written on it?
  When modern Jia Lian was young, shorthand was still a popular skill. Jia Lian used special symbols not to mention some words that were difficult to write in his notes. There were also a large number of simplified Chinese characters that were recorded horizontally.

Lu Yuan couldn't understand it at all!

"This..." Smiling, Lu Yuan sent the notebook back, and Jia Lian took it and said, "I haven't sorted it out yet. When I sort it out, Brother Lu will take it and make another copy."

Lu Yuan was overjoyed and said, "Thank you so much, Brother Jia."

The exchange between the two attracted the classmate on the other side, who also came over to hold hands and talk: "This is Zhang Guozhu, Brother Jia is polite."

Jia Lian is very willing to build a good relationship with his classmates, as long as they don't wear colored glasses. The performance of the two of them seems to be okay so far. Jia Lian naturally treats each other with courtesy: "That's polite, Brother Zhang." Thinking about it carefully, he has never taken the initiative to show off to himself before. Introduction.

In the three classes in the morning, Zhang Ting'en taught about the Spring and Autumn Period. Jia Lian felt that he benefited a lot. Zhang Ting'en was indeed very knowledgeable.

There were no lesson plans in class, and I didn't bring any textbooks. I just kept talking. This move really calmed everyone down, but Jia Lian didn't think it was anything special. With plug-ins, endorsements were not difficult for Jia Lian.

At noon, everyone ran to the cafeteria. Jia Lian walked to the school gate with his hands behind his back. Xiao An and Guixiang stood at the door.

However, after not seeing each other all morning, Guixiang kept asking about Nuan Nuan with a worried look on her face, saying something about what Nuan Nuan had forgotten to bring.

Jia Lian listened patiently to her ramble for almost two minutes before laughing and saying, "If you don't eat, the food will be cold."

Guixiang quickly stopped and asked Jia Lian to get on the carriage. There was a small table inside. She took the food from the food box and set it, seven dishes and one soup. Even though I felt it was unnecessary, I didn’t know why, but I just felt happy.

I slowly ate four bowls of rice and the last bowl of soup. Guixiang said with joy on her face: "Second Master's appetite is getting better and better. It's the time to grow taller. I'm really happy."

Jia Lian smiled and said nothing. He took the hot towel and wiped his mouth. Before getting off the car, he touched her face and said, "Go back!"

Guixiang was stunned immediately. After Jia Lian woke up, he was not as affectionate as before. Before, he would hug and touch her at every turn. After falling in love with reading, these problems disappeared, which frightened Guixiang. Unexpectedly, when he suddenly stretched out his hand, a rush of heat surged up from the cinnamon fragrance, and his face started to burn. The second master is not bored with himself! Guixiang had a thought in her mind.

Jia Lian knew very well that he was the backbone of a maid like Guixiang. She was used to hanging around him. If she hadn't seen her for a long time, she would naturally miss her. It's not that Jia Lian is ruthless, but his body is too tender now and he can't do some things. Even if there is some affectionate behavior, it is just looking for trouble. The young body is on fire when touched.

When he entered the academy gate, he was stopped by the old concierge and said: "If you leave the academy without permission, you will be given a warning."

After hearing this, Jia Lian took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve and handed it over: "I'm sorry to trouble you, take it to make a pot of wine."

The old man took it expressionlessly, snorted softly in his nostrils, and Jia Lian smiled and stepped inside.

The smell of alcohol in his mouth at noon means that this old man is undoubtedly a drunkard, so he needs to take the right medicine.

Some people are destined to have privileges when they are born, and Jia Lian is the privileged class of this era.

Since he has traveled through time, Jia Lian does not intend to embarrass himself. Why not use it if he has the privilege? Just live your life well.

Dang, Dang, Dang, the bell rang, and the teacher changed in the afternoon. He was not young, and his beard was gray.

After sitting down, the gentleman spoke: "My surname is Fang. You can call me Mr. Fang. I will tell you about Shangshu."

There is no difference in the teaching methods between the two gentlemen. They just sit there and start talking. The teacher doesn't care how much the students below can listen to or remember. Writing on the blackboard does not exist, and there is no blackboard.

This old gentleman lacks energy and speaks more slowly, naturally speaking slowly. However, the old gentleman is very capable and the content of his lectures is explained in simple and profound terms, as if someone had translated classical Chinese into vernacular for the readers.

Mr. Fang gave three lectures. Judging from the course schedule, today’s course is over. The day student could go home. When he was leaving, Jia Lian discovered that he seemed to be the only day student in the academy. The students have all chosen to live on campus. I wonder if all the gentlemen have chosen to live on campus. When I came the next day, I learned from Zhang Guozhu that Zhang Tingen came to the classroom to answer questions in the evening.

No wonder, Jia Lian didn't take it seriously at all. During the day, the teacher taught the class very clearly, and there was nothing he didn't understand. I went back at night to sort out my reading notes. It was already midnight after I copied them all, so I had to go to bed after taking a shower. For Jia Lian, the biggest difficulty in reading is that writing takes too much time. Due to the need to practice calligraphy, he cannot use a quill pen to copy and compile the notes.

Zhang Guozhu thought that after Jia Lian heard about the advantages of living on campus, he could see a look of regret on his face. He never thought that this guy was extremely calm. He took out the class notes with a smile and handed them to him: "After sorting them out, take them and copy them. .”

Everyone takes class notes, but the problem is that no one has such a perverted memory as Jia Lian, let alone shorthand skills. Therefore, Jia Lian's class notes are the most complete and can be used directly as lesson plans.

On the second day of school, two teachers changed, and they taught "The Book of Songs" and "The Book of Changes" respectively.

At this point, Jia Lian compared the curriculum and basically understood how the freshmen attended classes. To be honest, Jia Lian would also like to be a teacher who doesn't even give homework after class. Studying here is all based on personal awareness. If you have a teacher, you can ask questions truthfully, but the requirements for students' personal self-discipline are really high.

There are fifty students in a freshmen class, half of whom are local students with average family conditions. These students work harder.

Jia Lian also worked very hard. After all, he didn't have much foundation. When Zhang Ting'en finished the class again, Jia Lian couldn't help raising his hand and asked: "Sir, why don't you teach writing?"

Zhang Ting'en frowned, but he didn't mean to be displeased. He responded calmly: "Freshmen study the meaning of the classics in the first year. In the second year, they finalize the classics and learn to write articles and strategies."

After hearing this, Jia Lian asked again: "Students want to go to school this winter to try their skills. May I ask if I can learn writing in advance?"

This time, Zhang Ting'en's expression changed slightly, and he became more serious and said, "Follow me."

Jia Lian followed him to the office, where several gentlemen were chatting. When they saw Jia Lian coming in, they all watched.

Jia Lian came forward to greet them one by one. Zhang Ting'en asked Jia Lian: "How many tests do you think you can pass in the county examination, government examination, and hospital examination?"

Jia Lian said seriously: "I don't know, I just want to give it a try. Even if I fail, I can gain some experience in the examination room and become familiar with the process."

Zhang Ting'en's tone became stern, and his eyes became more threatening: "Have you ever read "Commentary on Chapters and Sentences of the Four Books"?"

It seems that as long as Jia Lian responds inappropriately, Zhang Ting'en can give him the word "get out".

Jia Lian nodded: "I have read it and can recite it."

Zhang Ting'en didn't expect this answer, and neither did the other gentlemen. Mr. Fang, who was standing next to him, came over with his hands behind his back and asked: "Jia Lian, let me ask you, what do you mean by "university"?"

This question can be said to be very simple. Mr. Fang is a kind person. After all, these are the first three words of the sentence sequence of the university chapter.

After hearing this, Jia Lian immediately opened his mouth to answer: "The university is the reason why the ancient university taught people... the preface of Zhu Xi in Xin'an."

After reciting the preface in one breath, Jia Lian paused for a moment, faced a few gentlemen with relatively calm expressions, and continued to recite: "Da, ancient Yintai, today, Ruzi. Zi Chengzi said: Great University, by Kong..." "

Because there is no need for personal understanding and simple endorsement, Jia Lian recited a long paragraph without any stumble. Zhang Tingen raised his hand and interrupted: "Okay, no need to recite." The other gentlemen also showed surprised expressions, Not many people even memorized the paragraph "Da, Gu Yintai, Jin Ru Zi".

While talking, Zhang Ting'en took out a newspaper from the side and handed it to Jia Lian: "Read a page and memorize it."

Jia Lian took it and read it quickly, then raised his head and asked, "Can I carry it?"

With one sentence, all the teachers' eyes lit up, and Mr. Fang stepped over and said, "Just memorize it."

"On the fifth day of October, there are urgent reports from three sides. There is a snowstorm on the grassland. Most of the livestock will freeze to death..." There are about 300 words in one page, and Jia Lian memorized it in one breath. Looking up at the gentlemen, their faces were extremely indifferent, as if it was a trivial matter.

Except for Zhang Ting'en, the other gentlemen couldn't hide the joy on their faces and were eager to give it a try.

Zhang Tingen asked very calmly: "Jia Lian, why are the three parties reporting so urgently about the snow disaster on the grassland?"

"The nomadic tribes on the grassland suffered a snowstorm, and their livestock froze to death in large areas. They will inevitably invade the south in the coming year. Therefore, the three sides urgently reported and responded early." Jia Lian's answer made Zhang Ting'en reveal an imperceptible smile. This topic is actually beyond the scope, but Zhang Ting'en couldn't help but secretly rejoice when he got the answer. It was God's blessing that he could meet such a student when he came to teach after leaving the field.

In Zhang Tingen's opinion, it is not uncommon for students to be able to read. If you can spot some clues about students from the newspapers, it is not as simple as being uncommon. This is a genius. The purpose of studying is to be an official. To be an official, you need to be able to analyze the development direction of things from various information. Jia Lian is only fourteen years old. Even if it comes from family background, it is not simple.

"How did you come to this conclusion? Or did your adults teach you?" Zhang Ting'en suppressed his joy and continued to ask.

Jia Lian shook his head: "My father doesn't care about studying. I have studied in ethnic studies before, and I read at home every day. Fortunately, the family has a collection of books. The students have read books related to the Qian Ming Dynasty, so they know about the Qian Ming Dynasty." For more than a hundred years, the frequency of snow disasters in the northern grasslands has been quite high, and Mongolia has frequently suffered from them. By Chongzhen, for more than ten years, severe droughts occurred frequently in the northwest, and snow disasters occurred frequently in the grasslands."

Hearing this, Zhang Ting'en raised his hand to stop: "Okay, do you want to learn writing?"

Jia Lian cupped his hands and saluted and replied: "Exactly, sir, please teach me."

"Well, it's just a college examination. Reading the Four Books is enough." Zhang Ting'en looked at several colleagues with blue eyes, like hungry wolves, and couldn't help laughing: "Everyone, Jia Lian is a student of Qingyun Academy. You are all his teachers. In Zhang’s opinion, how about we all come up with some questions and let him go back and submit his essays, and everyone can take turns giving advice and corrections.”

Mr. Fang spoke with a southern accent, clapped his hands and laughed: "Good, great good."

The rest of the gentlemen agreed one after another. Upon seeing this, Zhang Ting'en said: "Starting today, one question per person."

The five gentlemen at the scene immediately started grinding their ink, each came up with a question, and gathered together. Finally, Zhang Ting'en handed it to Jia Lian and said: "Here, five articles, hand them in within five days, how about it?"

After taking it, Jia Lian didn't look at the question and asked: "If you write poorly, you won't be scolded, right?"

After hearing this, all the gentlemen laughed together, and Zhang Ting'en couldn't help but grumbled affectionately: "Little hozen, you will suffer the consequences in the future."

Jia Lian then smiled and scratched his head, rarely showing the appearance of a young man. Everyone thought that he was a young man after all. No matter how mature he was before, his tail is showing now.

(End of this chapter)