Faced with this guy who suddenly appeared, Zhang Yue just glanced at him, and then searched desperately in his memory, but found nothing - he really had no hope for this "memory". Since he couldn't remember who the other party was, he had to cough lightly, and said to the laughing young man confidently: "I do have a lot of typos, but I have only studied in the academy for dozens of days in the past few years, of course, only at this level." ”

"Hmph, I haven't seen you for a month, and I'm so hard to speak!"

The young man who spoke pursed his lips, then glanced at the two vacant seats next to him, and a smug smile appeared on his face: "Zhang Xiaosan, the two big ones in your family don't know where to go now, you have to be careful on the way back, don't bump into them." You've finally come to the school for a lesson, but don't just stay at home tomorrow to recuperate. ”

Seeing that the young man swaggered back to the third row of seats with two classmates, Zhang Yue always felt that there was something wrong with this, and then a lot of messy pieces appeared in his mind - nothing more than inexplicable falls and trips, or a stone flew out of somewhere, and other messy deeds - he originally thought that this was some manifestation of his previous special unluck, but he didn't expect that he had been plotted all along!

Could it be that the "he" in the past was really wooden to that extent?

Looking down at his arms and legs that seemed to be vulnerable, and then looking at the two scholars outside who looked loyal and loyal, but they were absolutely useless in fighting, Zhang Yue once again realized that a big fist is the truth. Although it was not a pleasant thing to be threatened by a little kid, he still put all these bad things aside for the time being when he saw that Mr. Du, who had just left, come in to prepare for a lecture.

This is the Analects of Tabor. Some of them are familiar to Zhang Yue, but some are the first time they have heard it. He was more interested in historiography than he dabbled in the Analects—besides, at least nine out of ten adults in his day had never read the Analects in their entirety.

For this one, Mr. Du also read all the books according to the book, and then began to explain them one by one, the words are simple and easy to understand, but this time each article is only said once and will not be explained three times. At this moment, Zhang Yue had to put down the brush in his hand and try his best to listen and understand. But when Mr. Du spoke of one of the arguments that had been widely debated in later generations, he frowned slightly when he heard the explanation—but only frowned.

However, after this class, the unsmiling Mr. Du stood in front of him again: "The people can make it impossible to know, you frowned when you heard this sentence just now, but what is there to understand?" ”

As soon as the words fell, before Zhang Yue could answer, several students laughed behind him. The young man who didn't remember Zhang Yue's name coaxed: "Mr. asked the wrong person, how many times has Zhang Xiaosan been to the school in total, he just didn't understand it at all." ”

"You come out with me."

Zhang Yue thought that Mr. Du was just asking casually, but when he heard this, he was slightly stunned, and quickly stood up and followed. Behind him was the laughter of the students, but he didn't care, and followed Mr. Du straight into a small room around the corner. Seeing the other party sit down, he felt a little uneasy in his heart - if this is either criticized or tutored alone, he doesn't know what the trick of the teacher in the clan studies is in this year.

"Your previous notes are extremely detailed, and the people should not be unable to understand them. If you have any questions, let me hear about it now. ”

Seeing that Mr. Du was straightforward, Zhang Yue had no choice but to say honestly: "Sir, the student just thinks that if this sentence is interpreted as Mr. at the beginning, it seems to be a little contradictory to an earlier class." At the beginning, Mr. also explained that he never tired of learning and teaching people, which shows that the sage does not seem to want the people to know about it, otherwise why should he teach people tirelessly? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it a little. In these years, the dignity of the master will never allow the disciple to refute, and his words will not attract a reprimand, right? What quickly reassured him was that a smile appeared on Mr. Du's dead face.

Xing Yu once commented on this statement in "The Analects of Justice", saying that the way of a sage is far-reaching, and it is not easy for people to know it, so it should not be known to the people. You are a schoolboy, it is okay to talk about this question in front of me, but you should not judge it indiscriminately outside. ”

As he spoke, he stood up, fumbled around the shelves, and when he turned, he had a half-worn book in his hand. Handing the book to Zhang Yue, he said: "You take this book back and read it, and then return it to me after reading it, go ahead." ”

Zhang Yue hurriedly took it with both hands, and when he caught a glimpse of the "Analects of Justice" on the cover, he quickly bowed down and thanked him. It wasn't until he got out of the room that he let out a long breath.

Although a book of Analects has been annotated by countless people for thousands of years, and he himself has read a famous modern bestseller, he has not read it all after all, and he does not dare to show off in front of the real readers of this era.

However, what is Mr. Du giving him such a book for?

Halfway down the road, he flipped through it casually, and found that the blank space next to it was full of dense small letters, as if it was a kind of annotation of experience. Knowing that this was no ordinary book, he quickly stuffed it into his arms, and then pretended to be dejected and entered the classroom. Sure enough, before he could sit down at the door, there was a sound of unscrupulous ridicule behind him.

"Hey, it's just a straw bale, what to pack!"

"Lao Tzu is not useful, can my son still be promising?"

"Just know to follow the two big ones and wag their tails!"

Rao is Zhang Yue has developed an excellent temperament after crossing and rebirth, and he can't help but be angry at this time. However, he had just stood up when a sneer came from behind him.

"If you are really capable, what are you cheating on when you take the monthly exam!"

As soon as these words came out, the classroom, which was noisy and noisy just now, was as noisy as a modern vegetable market. Zhang Yue looked back and saw that it was a teenager sitting in the last row. He was dressed in a white robe that had been extremely clean, and there were no valuable accessories on his body, as if he was a poor relative who had come from nowhere to attach school. However, at this time, when he stared, the students who were laughing all closed their mouths.

Is there a monthly exam in ethnography? Zhang Yue noticed these two words for the first time, and then became curious about the identity of this grievance - needless to say, he didn't remember who it was. However, after the boy had said this, he sat down and picked up the book in his hand, and said nothing more. The posture is that the ears do not listen to the things outside the window, and they only read the books of the sages.

"What are you pretending to be high, if it weren't for everyone spending money to cheat to buy your answers, your family would have starved to death!"

A low muttering sounded in the corner, but Zhang Yue heard it clearly, and his heart couldn't help but move.