Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 922 Lesson Plan
Gao Xuan picked up his patched straight suit from the creaking bamboo bed - this is his best dress, and he only wears it on weekdays when he goes to the school to meet his teacher.

Gao Xiucai is not very old, and he won the fame of a scholar in his early thirties, so he is considered young and promising.But the family is really poor.Except for a dilapidated house and some dilapidated belongings handed down from the ancestors, it can be called a dilapidated house.

He put on his clothes and dusted the dust carefully. A scholar woman who was cooking outside came in. She is the daughter of a small commoner family. I sell wine along the street. I married my daughter because I thought it would be honorable to be married to a scholar. Give him this poor scholar.

"Master, there is no more rice at home—" the lady scholar said timidly. Recently, rice prices in Hangzhou have risen sharply. Even barley and buckwheat, which are rarely bought by people, have risen to [-] yuan per stone.

Since the beginning of spring, there has been almost no rain in the entire northern Zhejiang area. When planting rice seedlings, I barely relied on truck water to irrigate the fields. However, the drought has continued this day, and this year is another disaster year.People with a little wealth are buying in large numbers, and of course the rice merchants also jumped up first after hearing the news.

"Just buy some barley first. Tell me, can I become a producer of rice?" Gao Xiucai hates the livelihood of daily necessities. He feels that he is very incompetent in these matters. It would be nice to talk to him about some wonderful works of this year's Shiwen or "mind study".

"There is no money in the family..." The lady of Xiucai originally didn't want to disturb the good mood of "Xianggong", but she really had no rice and no money.

Gao Xuan sighed, fumbled all over, and finally found a string of fifty or sixty small coins from his sleeve to give to his wife.He hurried out to go outside - the home really made him feel aggrieved.

Gao Xuan has no means of livelihood: a few years ago, his family still had a little property, and he was able to make ends meet. He studied hard, made friends with teachers and friends, in order to be able to enter the school, and passed away a few years ago, and married his wife again. , Red and white things will consume the little remaining family property.Now if we continue to mix like this, we will have to "beg for food"-relying on my father-in-law to help.Although Gao Xuan pretended not to know and didn't ask, he knew that most of the family's daily necessities in recent months depended on his father-in-law.

"How can it go on like this?" Gao Xuan was in a heavy heart. He was going to Wanbi Bookstore today - a few days ago he and some friends went there admiringly, and they were eye-opening to the environment and the various kinds of beautifully printed books.It's rare that the guys in the bookstore treat people warmly and politely. They, a group of poor scholars and poor children, read books in it, not only do not interfere, but also provide tea.Gao Xuan saw a large set of "An Integration of Ancient and Modern Books" in it, and read it for a long time without sleeping or eating, and didn't leave until the bookstore was about to close.

The bookstore has become a good place for him to kill time and escape reality.

On the street, the sun is already scorching hot, there is no shade on the bare street, the dust is flying, and the street is full of stench.

Gao Xuan was walking against the sun, and he was sweating profusely for a while, looking at the big gentry who were sitting in bamboo silk sedan chairs, hugging each other, he was envious and resentful at the same time.

"This guy is full of fat and greed!" He cursed secretly.But in my heart I was very envious.

He walked for about three quarters of an hour before reaching Wanbi Bookstore.The street in front of the bookstore was already full of sedan chairs, and there were many servants standing there—many of the people who came to the bookstore were wealthy gentry families. Gao Xuan carefully avoided these people, and walked into the gate through the base of the wall.

The room is cool and comfortable, and the air is filled with a rich fragrance of books, as well as a faint fragrance of flowers and tea.Gao Xuan's spirit lifted, and he walked towards it.

The area of ​​the bookstore is very large, the so-called things gather together and people are divided into groups. There are several halls in the bookstore. Gao Xuan went to "Wenxi Hall" - the name sounds festive, and it also gives some psychological comfort to the poor scholars who are suffering.Most of the people who read and chat here are scholars from poor and small families, and they are all such characters as poor children who are sour and talented.

Thanks to the large glass windows, the hall is flooded with light.The sun is shining outside, but the awnings installed above the windows prevent the sun from directly entering the room, and the temperature is just right.In addition, there is a small courtyard outside the window, full of dense green, and it feels cool to look at.

The decoration and furniture of "Wenxitang" are mainly simple and practical, full of rattan benches and long wooden tables.Scholars and scholars who arrived earlier than Gao Xuan sat or paced, all of them watched enthusiastically, seeing the beauty, and some people shook their heads and chanted.Some people spread paper and ink on the long table, copying the contents of the book.There are also some who don't know if they slept too late, so they simply fall asleep on the desk.

A little far away from these tables and chairs, there is another open partition, inside which are some scholars who are talking loudly.Gao Xuan listened to them as if they were talking about "mind study".

Gao Xuan greeted a few familiar people, walked to the wooden counter in the corner, and took out a card.This is a library card of Wanbi Bookstore.Because Gao Xuan couldn't afford the deposit of one tael of silver, he obtained a Class B certificate, which could only be read in the bookstore and could not be taken home.

The clerk standing behind the wooden counter picked up his card and opened a large "ledger" - a register that indicated the cardholder's name, address, borrowing time, and the books he had borrowed category, and another column is "Introducer".The purpose of registering introducers is to roughly grasp the relationship between these people.

The clerk checked the ledger and quickly found the book he had borrowed last time, and sent him the second volume of "The Collection of Ancient and Modern Books" without him having to say anything.

Gao Xuan found a seat, and took out a bamboo cup from his arms - the words "respectfully presented by Wanbi Bookstore" were engraved on it with a machine.Each person who applies for the certificate can get one, and at the same time, according to the regulations of the bookstore, those who bring their own teacups can drink tea here for free.Of course the tea is not very good, but it is also the best new tea of ​​the year, not the "tea" sold in cheap tea shops outside.

The clerk brought over a large teapot with a tin spout, filled Gao Xuan's teacup with tea, and then added water to the others after a few polite calls.

When Gao Xuan was studying without sleeping and eating, in Zhao Yingong's private mansion, Daoist Zhang had already come to visit.

"Now, the entrance of the church at Tianshui Bridge is very lively." Daoist Zhang put a smile on his face, and took a cherry into his mouth.

The cherries were sent by Zhang Dai's family early in the morning. About three to five catties of cherries were wrapped in lotus leaves and placed in an exquisite bamboo basket covered with leaves. The two family members solemnly sent them to Zhao Yingong's residence. I also had to develop a few hundred text rewards.

The cherries are packed in a large-mouthed glass tank, and they are bright and dripping.It looks very appetizing.

Zhao Yingong didn't speak, he was carefully blowing the young leaves of Mingqian Longjing floating on the teacup - this was a gift from another gentry in Hangzhou a few days ago - he has a tea garden near Longjing.In terms of this kind of enjoyment, Daming is a rare place that surpasses the old time and space.

Under the tireless promotion of the Taoist priest, the Hangzhou teaching case finally broke out.A few days ago, Zhang Tian and Huang Zhen had already submitted the "Bian Tian Chu Shuo" at the gate of the Catholic Church. At the same time, they hired many idlers to post the full text of the announcement in various temples and temples in Hangzhou, asking the Hangzhou Church to give a positive answer.

"Look, in a few days, the fire will burn even more." Zhang Yingchen said with a smile, "Those big bosses in the church may even ask you for advice."

Zhao Yingong shook his head: "How is this possible? I'm just a local scholar."

"You underestimate yourself too much." Zhang Yingchen said with a smile, "Wanbi Bookstore is now a well-known cultural salon in Hangzhou. I heard that even the magistrates of Qiantangren and Erxian counties yearn for you..."

"Don't, it gives me goosebumps..."

Zhang Yingchen said: "Thousands of thousands are indeed true. Your strategy of borrowing books for free from Wanbi Bookstore has earned yourself a lot of reputation."

Zhao Yingong thought that what he did was to "raise hope", otherwise, as an outsider like himself, how could he gain popularity in Hangzhou?These days, without a bit of fame, without the protection of the government and the gentry, it is very difficult to do anything.Not to mention his next step to take in refugees.

"I don't want to mention this matter. The Hangzhou teaching plan has been worked out for you in advance. What are you going to do next?"

"Of course it's hot!" Zhang Yingchen said resolutely, "I have already handed over the Fujian engraved version of "Bianxue Relics" to Zhang Tian. It’s a matter of little effort.”

"I still have a back hand here." Zhang Yingchen took out a page from his arms, and Zhao Yingong took it. The article on the paper was written in classical Chinese. Judging from the content, it was obvious that it was based on the text of the Bible to attack the church. .Zhao Yingong felt that the examples and words in it were very familiar, and halfway through, he suddenly remembered, isn't this the famous anti-religion essay written by Bo Yang back then!

Zhao Yingong was a little worried: "Master Daoist! There's nothing else--"Ceremony of Falsehood" and the like, in the final analysis, it is still a theological and philosophical discussion, and Bo Yang's essays are much more lethal. If you run out, it will be too much for everyone in the church. It’s too big, don’t destroy the church with your hands, we still point to others to help.”

"It's okay, if you don't get the church into trouble, how can they see your favor?"

"The problem is that I can't help you either." Zhao Yingong knew very well that the routine used by Bo Yang back then was to use the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son.I want to refute this article, firstly, I don’t have such advanced theological accomplishment, and secondly, I don’t have the level of essays of Bo Yang.Zhao Yingong suddenly remembered: there is no Chinese version of the New and Old Testaments in this time and space, and the Jesuits know that the only Chinese version is Australian. This article will definitely arouse the vigilance of the Jesuits.

(End of this chapter)