Tang Hao waved his hand and walked out of the room, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Hao appeared at the door of the Guoshu Museum.

This Guoshu Pavilion was once red 20 years ago, and even the prime minister at the time had reviewed it inside, so the Guoshu Pavilion was quite magnificent, with two huge carved dragon stone pillars at least ten meters high, and a dark green marble on it was written in wild grass with the three words of the National Art Museum, and next to it were two couplets written in wild grass and crepe.

"Who learns and knows, and makes good use of it? It's hard too. ”

"Use it for national arts, who knows it? Less also. ”

To be honest, today's Guoshu Museum, except for those who are over 60 years old and over 60 years old, is basically not interested, and there are very few people under the age of 60, let alone young people in their 20s.

There is no one in front of the National Art Museum of Nuo University, let alone a beautiful student girl.

However, Tang Hao didn't wait long when he was outside, and Zhou Bowen walked out happily.

"Master Tang, you came to Yanjing, why didn't you say anything in advance? I'm going to send someone to pick you up, come, come in quickly, you're tired on the way. Zhou Bowen is extremely enthusiastic, with his current identity to pick up a young man, just putting down his value is enough to move Tang Hao.

"Old Zhou, I'm sorry for you."

"What's polite, Master Tang, I'm really happy that you can come to Yanjing, come, come, go in and talk."

And Zhou Bowen seemed to understand that Tang Hao was not used to those crepe words, so when he spoke, he didn't chew the words like before.

Walked into the Guoshu Museum, although there are few people here, but the area is not small than the average university, and even much larger than the average famous university, along the way, the road is deserted and you can't see a person.

"Elder Zhou, how many students are there in the Guoshu Pavilion at present?" Tang Hao was looking for a topic, he and Zhou Bowen had already gotten acquainted because of Blu Light, most of them were textual exchanges, and the others naturally didn't know.

At this time, it is naturally impossible to speak in terms of literature, and then you have become a fool.

As soon as Tang Hao's words fell, when he saw Zhou Bowen's expression change, he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately said.

"I'm sorry, Old Zhou, I'm just talking casually, the child's words are unscrupulous, the wind is blowing, don't mind."

"Hehe, Master Tang's words are very interesting, the child's words are unscrupulous, the wind blows, it's really not a secret, now the people who have learned in the Guoshu Museum are only more than 120 people, alas." Speaking of the last sentence, Zhou Bowen couldn't help but shake his head.

"120 people?" Although Tang Hao had long known that today's national art had already fallen into decay, he didn't expect that there would be so few people, only 120 people? Such an exaggeration. There is a big gap with the thousands of people I imagined.

Now there are thousands or even tens of thousands of people in any department.

It is really shocking that there are only more than 100 people left in such a large academy.

"Let's go, let's go in." Zhou Bowen took Tang Hao through several buildings, and then came to an antique courtyard, as soon as he walked in, there were more people here, but most of them were eighty or ninety years old, and there were almost no people with gray hair here, all of them were elderly.

"These people are almost the students of our National Art Pavilion, and this is also the last one." Speaking of this, Zhou Bowen's face was full of helplessness.

walked into the office of the curator to which Zhou Bowen belonged, and the curator here is equivalent to the president of the university, but the title is different.

Zhou Bowen's office is very simple, with an old-fashioned sofa on the left-hand side, a coffee table in the middle with an incense burner, and a row of bookshelves on the right with all kinds of books. "Zhou Yi", "Shangshu", "Zhou Li", "Book of Rites", "Rites", "Book of Songs", "Spring and Autumn Zuo Chuan", "Spring and Autumn Ram Biography", "Spring and Autumn Valley Liang Biography", "Analects", "Book of Filial Piety", "Erya", "Mencius". There are also "Disciple Rules" and so on, the richness of the collection of books is really amazing to Tang Hao, and this is just the director's office, not a place to store books.

There was an old-fashioned desk in the middle, and a chair was placed behind it, on which instead of a normal headmaster was placed with modern things, a pen was placed on top of the inkstone. Seeing Tang Hao staring at these, Zhou Bowen, who was standing on the side, kept smiling slightly, and did not stop it.

Seeing Tang Hao sitting down on the sofa on the side, Zhou Bowen also sat down on the sofa on the side with a smile.

"What is my environment?"

"Not bad." Tang Hao nodded, these were words from the bottom of his heart.

"It's good, I just hope Master Tang can come over and help me."

"Old Zhou, as long as I Tang Hao can do my best, I will not shirk."

"Okay, so very good, haha, that's the case, the old man still lacks a lecturer of Chinese culture here, and now people who understand Chinese culture think very highly of themselves, but people who don't understand Chinese culture don't know how to pretend to understand, it's really ridiculous and generous, which makes people disdainful."

"Lecturer of Chinese Studies? Hehe, the junior can't do it, this junior can't do it. Tang Hao shook his head again and again.

"Master Tang's words are wrong, a gentleman's self-humility is regarded as a virtue, and if he is too humble, he will be proud, Master Tang, don't be like this."

Hearing Zhou Bowen's words, Tang Hao couldn't laugh or cry, he was a little modest, but he couldn't do it.

"Master Tang, it's not a secret, the day after tomorrow is the Chinese Studies Exchange Conference, and then the masters of Chinese arts from all over the world will gather together, I don't want to lose face in this last national arts exchange in my lifetime."

"Old Zhou, what I don't understand is, why do you keep saying that this is the last one?"

"Alas, you have also seen the current scene, although the old man has a heart, but he is unable to return to the sky, now not to mention the young man, how many people know the foundation of national art and national learning? Nowadays, society does not pay attention to Chinese culture, even if the old man is in the heart, he is helpless. ”

"You mean, after this session, the Guoshu Pavilion will be closed or repurposed for other purposes?"

"Yes, that old man Topaz is really too deceitful, relying on Western medicine to bully me No one in Huaxia." When talking about this person, Zhou Bowen looked very angry, but Tang Hao on the side was a little speechless, there is no connection between Chinese culture and Western medicine, but Western medicine is on the original Chinese culture museum, which is indeed a bit disgusting.

Knowing that Zhou Bowen hated Westerners' things, he wanted to change this Chinese Academy into a Western medicine university, which was indeed a bit deceptive.

"Old Zhou, I should have agreed." Tang Hao's heart was hot, and he nodded and agreed, if nothing else, he would treat it as Zhou Bowen's enthusiasm for the country, and he had to help with this.

"Sir, I will bow to you." As he spoke, Zhou Bowen bent down and bowed.

"Old Zhou, by all means, you and I are both Chinese people, and it is really a matter of duty to contribute our own strength to Huaxia, how can Zhou Lao be a great gift."

"Hehe, okay, good, if everyone in my Huaxia is like Master Tang, how can Huaxia be bullied by others now."

"Old Zhou, the younger generation has a word, I don't know whether to say it or not."

"Sir, if you have something to say, don't hesitate to say it." Zhou Bowen bowed slightly.

"If you want to revitalize my Huaxia national arts, it is doomed to decline as it is now, I want to propose reforms, I don't know if Zhou Lao agrees."

"Reform? How to reform? Zhou Bowen had no intention of opposing Tang Hao.

"No one asked about the cold window for ten years, and he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop, and Zhou Lao should understand the suffering of scholars in ancient times, which is far better than now. But why the ancients can persevere, is because of the fame and fortune stimulated them, in ancient times to get ahead, the imperial examination is the only way, to create a hanging beam thorn stock, chisel the wall to steal the light, and now do not read, but also can get ahead, even stronger than reading, and the social atmosphere, look at the money, backward earning, this is the inevitable trend of today's social development, with all due respect to the younger generation, today's national learning, no merit and fame and fortune, two have nothing to use, only a spiritual wealth, how can it attract people? ”

"Sir, please speak, the old man listens." To Tang Hao's surprise, Zhou Bowen was not angry about Tang Hao's words that might have been rebellious in the past, but his face was calm, as if because of the current predicament, Zhou Bowen suddenly woke up, and before continuing to persevere, he could only go to a desperate situation.

"Therefore, if you want to really revitalize the national art today, it is like a civil servant, you have to let people see the benefits, what are the benefits? One is for power, the other is for money, and there is no both, how can it attract people. ”

"What the gentleman said is very true, but this power and money, the old man said it doesn't count." Zhou Bowen couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"I understand, but with Zhou Lao's influence, it's easy to let people who study Chinese culture get a fictitious position without real power."

"What do you say, sir?" Zhou Bowen's eyes lit up, and he seemed to think of something.

Tang Hao smiled.

"Nowadays, university professors are everywhere, and they are worthless, but they are extremely well paid, and everyone is rushing to them, and professors are empty positions, why do they yearn for it so much, because he has a good reputation and has money and power, even if it is just a false name."

"What does that mean, sir?" Zhou Bowen has found a way.

"Lecturer." Tang Hao said with a sound of kicking on the ground.

"We can set up a lecturer in the Chinese Culture Museum, just like a professor, with a salary of 30,000 yuan per month, and enjoy the treatment of the vice president level, so that both the right and the money are solved."

"I roughly understand what Mr. means, it's just that this level is easy to do, and the old man's approval is, but where does this salary come from? Is it okay for the old man to be cheeky and ask for his children? This old man can't do it. ”

"Hehe, there is no need for this, I have a way, Zhou Lao does not need to ask his children, he can not only have the money to pay the salary of the lecturer, but also make people rush to apply desperately."

"Oh? What an idea. ”

"The cost of the lecturer's exam."

"Why do you need money for the lecturer exam? In this way, no one will dare to come? Zhou Bowen was a little puzzled.

"Hehe, Old Zhou, your thinking has entered a misunderstanding, I won't drink your crepe speech, let's tell you directly, now Huaxia doesn't need money whether it is a civil servant or a professional title? Others who don't want money don't believe it, and in such an environment, it is natural for us to charge the tutor fee for the exam, and no one can say a two, three, five. ”

"Master Tang has some truth in what he said, but how can we make people understand the lecturer we are recruiting, what standards he must meet to get in, and how can we let others know the benefits?"