Genshin Impact: Zhongli discovered that he was stealing tributes at the beginning

Looking at the students sitting upright under the podium, Wu Ye started his first class.

"Before entering the school just now, I asked you a question, what is the purpose of studying?"

"The answers you gave are very different. Some people say it is for fame and fortune, some people say it is for ideals, and some people say it is to cope with their parents."

"No matter what, at least now you all have your own reasons for coming here to study. That's enough."

"However, sir, I would like to tell you some thoughts about reading."

Wu Ye smiled softly and continued:

"The reason why people are called people is because they have their own thoughts. How are thoughts formed?"

"You don't need to answer this question. I can tell you directly that the thoughts a person has are all instilled from the outside world."

"The teachings of your parents, the words and deeds of your friends, the development of things, etc., everything you can feel is instilling ideas into yourself, and reading is also a way to instill ideas into yourself."

"Then the question is, everyone has his own thoughts, so is that kind of thought good or bad, and which kind of thought is suitable for him?"

"As the saying goes, it is easy to thief in a broken mountain, but it is difficult to thief in a broken mountain. A person's thought is not only a flame that can influence others, but it can also easily become a cage that confines oneself."

"So the importance of reading can be reflected. Reading can cultivate you to have correct discrimination and a high degree of awareness."

"Thoughts are free, but something must be used to regulate them, otherwise people can easily fall into the abyss."

"Through reading, you can understand your own nature, punish evil and promote good, understand the mission of governing the country, bring peace to the family, and make a difference for the family and the country."

……

Seeing that the students in the audience began to feel sleepy, Wu Ye stopped talking. Maybe one day in the future, some of them will understand these truths.

This is the lag in education.

"Okay, that's all I have to say about my thoughts on reading. Now let's officially start the lecture. Take out "Chinese" and turn to page 127."

Seeing the students in the audience who suddenly woke up and were hurriedly flipping through books, Wu Ye noticed that a small number of them had no books in their hands.

I don’t know if they forgot to bring them, or if they don’t have any extra money at home to buy books.

Wu Ye reminded:

"If you don't have a book at hand, just look at the people next to you. Also, the name of the school is 'Yamo Hall' because the tables, chairs and podiums in the school were sponsored by Li Sishu, the boss of Yamo Hall. "

"Because he has high hopes for you, even the Qingjin you are wearing was tailor-made for you."

"So he told me that as long as it's you, you can go to Yamoxuan to get a free copy of "Chinese Language" with the peach wood name tag I gave you."

Those students who had no books said in surprise: "Sir, is this true?!"

"Of course!"

Wu Ye nodded.

In fact, it was Wu Ye who planned to buy books for them out of his own pocket.

"Everyone has turned to page 127, "The Story of Yueyang Tower", a parallel prose written by Fan Zhongyan, a poet of the Tang Dynasty."

Dalin shouted: "Yes, sir!"

Other students also echoed.

"Okay then, have you all read this article?"

Seeing everyone nodding, Wu Ye continued to ask: "So what kind of person is Fan Zhongyan? Do you have any idea?"

The crowd shook their heads.

Wu Ye waved his sleeves and said, "Then sir, let me tell you the story of Fan Zhongyan."

"When he was a child, someone asked Fan Zhongyan: "What is your dream?"

Fan Zhongyan said confidently: "Either be a prime minister or a good doctor."

At that time, nine out of ten scholars in ancient China dreamed of becoming prime ministers, and the remaining one wanted to be a hermit.

But Fan Zhongyan was different. Even if he couldn't become prime minister, he would rather be a good and practical doctor.

If you are rich, you can help the world; if you are poor, you can cure diseases and save people. Fan Zhongyan is not joking.

At that time, he was studying in a temple in Changbai Mountain. He and his classmates and roommates cooked a pot of porridge every day. After the porridge solidified, it turned into four pieces. He took two pieces each morning and evening, added some salt and pickles, and ate it for three years.

At the same time, he went to bed without undressing every night for three years because he learned to fall asleep naturally, which ordinary people would never dare to imagine.

In short, Fan Zhongyan saved the temple a lot of food expenses.

In fact, although his father was not a high-ranking official, he was not so poor that he could not afford to eat. It was just that Fan Zhongyan had set very high standards for himself since he was a child.

In his youth, Fan Zhongyan saw the extravagance and waste of his brothers at home, and couldn't help but persuade him: "It's not easy for my father to make money, why are you so lavish?!"

Unexpectedly, they scolded him instead: "I spend my own family's money, and you, an outsider, should take care of it?"

Fan Zhongyan was shocked after hearing this: "Isn't this my home? Did I fall from the sky?"

So he later made inquiries and found out that his biological father had passed away when he was two years old, and his mother was forced to remarry here due to financial constraints.

Although his stepfather treated him as his own son and even allowed him to travel and study, he still felt like he was dependent on someone else.

Therefore, the young and energetic Fan Zhongyan made up his mind and ran away from home with Qin on his back.

His mother was worried that he was going to be a street artist and sent people to catch up with him.

But he said without looking back: "When I pass the Jinshi examination, I will come to pick up my mother and you can enjoy your happiness."

He did what he said.

Fan Zhongyan came alone to study at Yingtianfu Academy, a famous academy at the time. This was one of the four major academies at the time, with first-class teachers and academy facilities.

Fan Zhongyan was inspired to use knowledge to change his destiny. For this reason, he studied hard and would learn to the death as long as he couldn't learn to die.

In winter, in order to refresh himself, he would wash his face with cold water, and his food would still be porridge and pickles, saving money and time.

A classmate whose elder was a high-ranking official couldn't stand it anymore. He went home and secretly said to his elder: "My classmate Fan Zhongyan is so pitiful. Can you help him improve his food?"

When Fan Zhongyan found out, he resolutely refused. He said, "I'm afraid that if I'm used to eating good food, I'll feel bitter if I drink porridge in the future."

Fan Zhongyan takes Yan Hui in "The Analects" as his idol. He eats and drinks from a basket without feeling any bitterness at all. He believes that he will be able to endure hardships and become a person who can benefit the people.

He also specially wrote a poem called "Shu Huai of Suiyang School".

The white clouds and the rogue emperor's hometown are far away, and who is playing the cave flute in the Han Garden?

Even though the phoenix is ​​not answered in the face of adversity, a wren can still be sung by a poor talent.

My heart feels happy when I miss Yan Zi, but I hate it and sell it when I meet Mr. Zhong.

But if Siwen Tian is not dead, why should the pine trees blame the mountain seedlings?

In 1015 AD, 26-year-old Fan Zhongyan finally passed the Jinshi examination. He took his mother with him to Fengyang, where he served in the Guangde Army.

Also passing the Jinshi examination was his lifelong best friend, Teng Zijing. 』

Seeing that the students below were listening with great interest, Wu Ye smiled slightly:

"So, this "Yueyang Tower" is Fan Zhongyan's response to the request of his friend Teng Zijing, who was in Baling County at the time, and he wrote it in one go. So now, I will start to explain this article to you."

……

After one morning, Wu Ye understood that being a teacher is not an easy task.