When they came out of the sea drenched, Wu Jie and the others just finished the set amount of exercise, and then they made an appointment to continue tomorrow and go back to their respective homes for breakfast. When I went home, I washed my whole body with clean water, changed out of the short shirt I wore in the morning, changed into a long shirt, and cleaned up the breakfast that had been prepared on the table a few times, which provoked the old lady who was watching from the side to say: "Eat slowly, my little ancestor!" No one is robbing you, there are enough meals at home, and no one is urging you! With a simple smile, Li Tianyang took another bowl of porridge and drank it slowly, the amount of exercise in the morning was too great, and he was already a little hungry and panicked.

Changsheng and they ate in the kitchen, not with him, and when he finished eating, they also just finished eating, and were washing in the yard with the clothes they had just changed today! Throwing his shirt at the door and tossing it to them, he turned back to his room, opened his book, reviewed yesterday's text, and re-studied what he was going to talk about today. After a while, the two root classes also consciously came to his room after finishing their work and began to review.

For Li Tianyang, one of the biggest problems with ancient books is that they have no punctuation, and they can only rely on their own figuration or their husband's teaching to stop where to stop tomorrow, which is also the so-called "clear sentence reading". This makes him very nerve-wracking, because it will make a sentence have different meanings due to different sentence readings, such as the most controversial sentence in the previous life, "the people can make it impossible to know it": some people say that "the people can make it, but they can't make it know", which roughly means that the people can follow the path we guide, but there is no need to let them know why; However, some people say that it should be "the people can make it, and it should be done; Don't make it, know it", the meaning of the sentence reading is completely different, to the effect that the common people, if they can be appointed, let them obey the order; If they cannot be left to their senses, let them be reasonable; Of course, there is also "the people may, make it; "The people can make it, but it is impossible to do it; "Let it be known", "Can the people make it? No. can make the know" sentence reading, in the previous life on the Internet is noisy.

Of course, Li Tianyang never paid attention to these things in his previous life, and now he is also worried about how to read them, he can only slowly comprehend and explore the deep meaning of them sentence by sentence, and try to divide them himself. He was now very annoyed, why wasn't he born in a scholarly family, so that he could avoid these troubles. There are so many factions of Confucianism in this era, it must be said that a big reason is the differences caused by the differences in the sentences when reading each other.

Originally, according to Li Tianyang's meaning, with his adult thinking, learning these ancient texts by himself should be a matter of hand, but he didn't expect the reality to be so cruel, he could only follow in the footsteps of Mr. and slowly learn to understand an article, and if he taught himself, it would take countless energy and time, and he might go astray and lose more than he gained.

After studying for a while, Li Tianyang put down the book, meditated for a while, and began to practice calligraphy. Since he was three years old, he has been practicing calligraphy for an hour every morning. At first, he copied according to the handwriting of Mr. on the book, and then I don't know where his third uncle Zhang Chong helped him find a copy of Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Preface", he has been using this as a model, and has been practicing for 2 years, and now it can be said that he is the first to get started.

Looking at the work that had just been completed on the table, Li Tianyang was very proud, thinking that Lao Tzu could not even write a pen composition that people could not see clearly, and now he can also produce such a beautiful and beautiful brush calligraphy, it is really not easy, and it is not in vain that I have practiced tirelessly in the past 2 years. Of course, they are born to practice, but they can only practice on a stone slab with a brush dipped in water, and the current paper, pen and ink are still too expensive.

After lunch, they should go to school, walking on the road between the villages, the houses in the village are built in a mess, without a little planning, so the road is some sheep intestine paths, zigzag, potholes, wow, sunny days are fine, when it rains, the road is water, mud, mixed with cattle and sheep and other livestock dung, dirty to death, walking on such a road, always be careful not to step on cow dung or mud puddles. Li Tianyang thought, if it is possible, he must re-plan the layout of this village in the future, although he doesn't understand big things, but at least it won't be like this mess, right?

I don't know why, the animals in the village today are very excited, cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs, all of them have been calling as if they have eaten ****, and the whole village is caught in a symphony of animals, even the birds are not to be outdone, they are flying everywhere in the sky, like headless flies. Even rats are not afraid of people, in broad daylight, scurrying around the village, on the road I saw Wu Jie and they were running around with a wooden stick and a stone, and after a while, this poor guy was beaten to death by this group of energetic young men by the wall.

"Tianyang, you know a lot of things, why do you say these animals are so excited today?" Wu Jie looked around to see where the rats would pop up again, and asked Li Tianyang puzzled. "I don't know very well, I haven't said anything about this in the book!" Li Tianyang was also wondering, as if he had vaguely seen such a situation in some book, but he just couldn't remember it, but, whatever he did, it wasn't a big deal, at most it was just a little noisy, and then he didn't think about it anymore, and joined their extermination team, but he didn't know why, and he was still a little uneasy in his heart.

In the school, the students have almost arrived, some are whispering head-to-ear, and some are holding books to hurry up and review. And the most eye-catching one is a child standing on a stool, surrounded by a large number of classmates, telling a story vividly, Li Tianyang and they knew that it was Yue Feichuan who was told to everyone by Tianyang.

"Okay, you Gan Dabiao, after listening to the story of Tianyang yesterday, you will show off in the school today." Wu Jie glanced at the child dissatisfied.

"I'm happy, what's wrong with you, bite me, people don't say anything, what do you care!" The child's surname is Gan, it is the youngest son of their second uncle's family, the seven-year-old child has been pampered since he was a child, his temper is not ordinary smelly, relying on the favor of his father and family, except for Li Tianyang, he has never been afraid of anyone, even with his eldest brother. Wu Jie himself is also such a character, the two will quarrel when they stand together and say a few words, but according to his character, he can't really bully a brother younger than him, at most he is fighting like now.