Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Old Boy Lives
On the second day, the old master took the exam in class.
The old master used the scriptures and ink to examine the learning status of the school's students yesterday's "Zengguang Xianwen".
For students like Lin Yanchao, who have been tested for hundreds of exams, sticking the scriptures is to paste a few words on a certain line of the book, and the students will write out the pasted words, which is equivalent to filling in the blanks, and Moyi is the annotation of the scriptures, which is equivalent to short-answer questions.
As long as you can memorize the entire textbook, as for Moyi's "Zengguang Xianwen", for Lin Yanchao, it is already a very white classical Chinese. Compared with the Five Classics, which were written before Confucius, they are ten times more plain.
As in the book, no one asks about the poor in the downtown area, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains. The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the new people in the world replace the old people. Lin Yanchao has long been familiar with these words.
Therefore, the whole exam was not at all pressure on Lin Yanchao.
But on the other hand, the friends are not very good.
Yesterday, everyone swarmed to touch the clams, where is there time to endorse, the old master after the examination around a few laps, either saw a pen in the way of drawing, or did not write, or scratched his ears and cheeks for a long time and could not spit out a word.
The old master looked around, and his face was quite good-looking. But the schoolchildren didn't look nervous, Zhang Haoyuan relied on himself to be the son of the chief A, so he simply made the paper hastily and handed it over.
After the old master put the scroll away and read it hastily, his liver was about to explode, but he had no way to blame the schoolchildren, because Zhang Haoyuan could not buy his account.
"Lin Yanchao, come up, is the kindergarten Qiong Lin Mo finished?" This old master obviously wanted to sprinkle all his anger on Lin Yanchao.
Lin Yanchao came up with a thick stack of papers and threw it on the case.
The old master looked at the stack full of black ink words, and was taken aback, but he picked them up one by one and looked at them, although the writing was crooked, but he did finish the first volume of the kindergarten Qionglin.
The old master picked up Lin Yanchao's class exam paper again and read it again, but he saw that the scriptures on it were well written, and the answers in Moyili were written very standardly, even if he explained it himself, it would not be better than Lin Yanchao's explanation.
The old master said in his heart that this person is a person of real talent and learning, and it is not a fluke that the great master can choose him, his expression eased a little and then said: "You have finished writing, you should understand what you are wrong with, right?" ”
"Dare to ask sir, what is wrong with the student?" Lin Yanchao raised his head and pushed back with a word.
"Stubborn, stubborn!" The old master is now losing face and said: "I don't repent, it seems that the kindergarten Qionglin is copied in vain, I will take the school to increase your virtuous writings, if you can't memorize it, you will be punished for copying books!" ”
The old master deliberately punished Lin Yanchao to copy the kindergarten Qionglin, and if he couldn't finish copying, he would be punished, even if he finished copying, Zengguang Xianwen would definitely not be able to memorize it well, and then punish him in the same way. As for the article handed in by Lin Yanchao, he thinks that although Lin Yanchao explained it well, it is impossible to memorize all the 4,000-word articles.
Zhang Haoyuan said at this time: "Mr. is so unfair! Yan Chao copied the book for a day yesterday, where can he have time to memorize the Xianwen? ”
Hou Zhongshu said: "Yes, sir, you are deliberately making it difficult to delay the tide. ”
At present, Lin Yanchao's popularity is very good, and the schoolchildren have been upset for Lin Yanchao.
Lin Yanchao said at this time: "Thank you classmates, but Mr. will do well in the exam, why be angry, the students are reciting "Zengguang Xianwen" backwards!" ”
Seeing Lin Yanchao's arrogant appearance, the old master was angry, and said, "You should show me backwards!" If not, I'll punish you for copying ten times! ”
Hearing what the old master said, all the schoolchildren laughed, and Zhang Haoyuan, Hou Zhongshu and others still slapped the table.
The schoolchildren looked at the old master and shook their heads, the old master was inexperienced, he didn't know that Zhou Zhixian was like this, and he fell into Lin Yanchao's hands in a thousand words.
"It's backwards! The students are a little exaggerated. ”
Hearing Lin Yanchao say this, the students below couldn't stand it, and scolded from the bottom of their hearts, Lin Yanchao is simply too shameless, and he has to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger at this time, which is obviously bullying the old master.
The old master didn't realize that he had been tricked: "Students should stand in good faith, how can they be modified as soon as the words come out, I will copy ten times if you ask you to copy ten times, this will be your own fault, there is nothing to say!" ”
Lin Yanchao lowered his head and said very regretfully: "Sir, since you said so, let's give it a try!" ”
"Eating is not a gentleman's ambition, and the water spring is greedy and honest......"
Lin Yanchao shook his head and memorized it, and deliberately paused a few words in the middle, pretending not to remember, and after seeing that the old master's eyes were round, he recited it smoothly. The classmates have seen Lin Yanchao's ability to memorize backwards, and they are no longer surprised, but it is also fun to hold the book word by word.
"Yes, yes!"
"Yanchao, it's amazing."
Lin Yanchao memorized the last word, from beginning to end, not a single word was wrong, the old master was stunned, and the textbook of Zengguang Xianwen in his hand was also thrown on the ground.
Lin Yanchao smiled slightly, as if he had done something insignificant. After he was reborn, his most powerful skill was memorization, and after reading an article of less than a thousand words, he could immediately recite it after reading it two or three times, and the prodigy was nothing more than that.
And the old master was annoyed and angry, today he was already disgraced, and he raised his face and shouted: "What kind of color, wait, wait for today's text, is it good?" You have all copied the "Zengguang Xianwen" three times today, and hand it over to me tomorrow! ”
The old master stopped lecturing at the moment, and directly asked the schoolchildren to copy "Zengguang Xianwen" in class, and then flicked his sleeves and left, obviously I can't argue with you, can't I punish you?
"There's no way to get by."
"That's right, such a teacher is worthy of teaching us?"
"I just don't copy it, see what Mr. Tomorrow does with us?"
The schoolchildren were complaining.
Zhang Guihe stood up and said, "What are you doing?" I don't study well, and I blame Mr., look at today's text, who can memorize it except me? I don't want to find the reason in myself and blame it on Mr. ”
"Zhang Guihe, it's a dog raised by Mr.!" A schoolboy scolded.
"You." Zhang Guihe was furious.
"That's right, you see that Mr. punished us today, why did he miss one of them, it's clearly a spy!"
"Spy get out of here!"
"If you have the ability, you can sue Mr.!" Zhang Guihe aroused public outrage.
"Okay, okay, you wait." Zhang Guihe saw that he was angry and was afraid of suffering, so he left the classroom in three steps and two steps.
Hou Zhongshu looked at the moment and said: "This kid will definitely go to Mr. to complain, what should we do if we are punished when the time comes?" ”
Zhang Haoyuan said: "What are you afraid of, if this is the case, I won't write, the old master dares to punish us, we will boycott!" ”
The next day, when the old master saw that none of the students had copied it, he was very angry and wanted to punish him, but the students went on strike en masse.
The old master was very angry, and went to Mr. Zhang and said that he wanted to quit the museum. But as a result, Zhang Zongjia was severely reprimanded.
Outside the classroom that day, the schoolchildren all heard Mr. Zhang's scolding.
"If you want to quit, you will quit! Look at you at the age of fifty, and none of you have ever been to school? It's easy for me to find a museum for you in social studies, and I can find a few dollars a year to support you, who is half-dead, and you still come to show me a face. ”
"I've been reading for decades, and I don't even know where the door of the Township Trial Tribute Institute opens. I got a white head in the exam, and I was still an old boy. If you want pantothenic acid, I won't keep you, and if you're hungry for the New Year's Day in the future, don't come to me with a shy face, ask to write a pair, eat together, and don't say that I don't care about the feelings of the township. ”
The old master was scolded by Mr. Zhang and walked away.
Lin Yanchao felt a little guilty, and so did the schoolchildren, but the next day, the old master came to teach like no one else, but he didn't mention the punishment of the students again.
And the schoolchildren also grasped the weakness of the old master, he was afraid of losing the position of tutor that he had so easily obtained. Only then did the old master compromise. The schoolchildren don't even pay attention to him at the moment. In the next few days, the social studies were peaceful, and the old master was still teaching in class, but the children below had no thoughts.
Lin Yanchao saw it in his eyes, he knew that the old master was not respected by the students, in addition to his own personality problems, but also because he was an old boy. The old boy in his fifties was inferior to the status of Fan Jin in later generations, and the schoolchildren did not think that they could learn anything from him, so they neglected the old master.
Even Lin Yanchao thought that he should continue to study in social studies and study with this old boy