A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 10: True One-Sentence Teacher

Hearing Song Shou's sudden question, Song Xuan laughed twice:
"That's right. Master Song taught the children with strictness, which was enough to keep a group of children in check.

But I don't need Master Song to teach me anything, and I won't disrupt the class. I can also provide him with a negative example to encourage the rest of the Song family. It's a good idea for everyone to benefit."

Yan Shu listened to Song Xuan's excuses for himself, and he only felt that they were three-quarters credible.

Master Song wanted to help him at first, but Song Xuan's own ideas were too righteous, so Master Song gave up.

Zhang Fangping didn't really believe what Song Xuan said.

After all, he had witnessed Master Song's attitude towards his twelfth brother this year.

Fan Zhongyan nodded. Song Xuan really had some ideas. He stroked his beard and said:

"Twelfth Brother, will you be taking the entrance exam for Yingtianfu Academy in a month?"

"Of course, we will both join together. After all, the oldest child allowed to attend the Song Private School is sixteen years old. If I fail to pass the entrance exam to Yingtianfu Academy, there is no need for me to continue studying."

"Ah."

Fan Zhongyan had a clue in his mind.

When the time comes, he will be able to teach and mark the papers.

No matter how bold Song Xuan's essay was, he would accept it.

Fan Zhongyan had the confidence to influence his students to make changes.

He could sense that Song Xuan, because of his young age and environment, actually had a cold heart.

I'm afraid no one has ever entered his heart.

He seems to know everything, but deep down he is on guard against everyone!
fair enough.

If you raise a group of good kids, they will suffer losses when they enter officialdom in the future.

It’s so great to have a unique child like Song Xuan!

Although Fan Zhongyan did not change his mind, he felt that it would be great if he could influence Song Xuan, a seedling that was different from ordinary people, and prevent him from going against the government.

At such a young age, he is intelligent and resourceful, and he can even open two shops. His methods of making money are also good, and he can serve the country!
If Song Xuan had not passed the imperial examination, he would probably have used the family tradition of farming and studying for himself. In the future, whether it was Lema Town or Ningling County, large tracts of land would have belonged to the Song family.

Fan Zhongyan can make this judgment now.

As for another student, Zhang Fangping, although he is also smart, he is far inferior to Song Xuan in dealing with people. This is what a child prodigy should be like.

Therefore, Song Xuan's unusualness aroused Fan Zhongyan's great interest.

I’m afraid it will be extremely interesting to teach at Yingtianfu College in the future.

Fan Zhongyan was filial, but he was not someone who could sit idle.

Otherwise, he would not have written advice to the court during the period of mourning.

However, Yan Shu was a little skeptical about what Song Xuan said. It seemed that this kid had blocked his own way out, but in fact, if he couldn't get into Yingtianfu Academy, how could he not get into a small county school?

He was just expressing his attitude in front of Fan Zhongyan. This guy is very cunning.

"Twelfth brother, with your current level, it will be difficult for you to be admitted to the academy. You should study harder."

After listening to Fan Zhongyan's reminder, Song Xuan nodded to indicate that he understood.

Song Shou pinched his beard and said:

"Xiwen, do you have any research on poetry?"

"I'm not good at this."

Hearing Fan Zhongyan's words, Song Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

He is very modest and doesn't even mention the essay "Yueyang Tower Inscription".

Just the sentence "People can't sleep, the general's hair is white and the soldiers are crying" is enough to make people feel sleepy.

"Then let me tell you an interesting story."

Song Shou didn't care about Yan Shu's expression at all, he just wanted to pass on this happiness to more people.

"Oh, so that's how it is!"

Fan Zhongyan thought carefully and it took him a while to find a substitute word that could match Song Xuan's sentence.

"Mr. Fan, this is definitely not the case."

When Song Xuan heard that this excitement was related to him, he laughed in his heart, but forced himself to explain:

"Mr. Yan and I are just in tune with each other. We just happen to think the same thing."

After all, the title of "Master of One Sentence" was too ostentatious. Song Xuan's explanation was useless. It was his fault for reciting poems so hard that he couldn't speak.

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay." Song Shou said with a smile:

"From now on, if anyone says that you, Song Xuan, are a fallen child prodigy, Mr. Yan will be the first to disagree."

Yan Shu was also helpless. This kid really became famous by stepping on his reputation.

But he was not angry at all. His many years of official career had made him much more calm.

When it comes to poetry, some people are born with special talents, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Just like Li Bai, there were so many people who were good at writing poetry in his time, and many of them wrote good poems, but none of them could surpass Li Bai.

Where can you go to reason?

The talents of many people gathered together are really just stepping stones to meet more talented people.

Fan Zhongyan was also good at appreciating excellent works, and he immediately commented:

"This line, 'Helplessly the flowers fall, and the familiar swallows return,' is a really good connection. I wonder if Mr. Yan has remembered how to end it?"

Yan Shu had already understood Song Xuan's words, leaving no room for rebuttal. He could only say leisurely:
"I just thought about it all the way, and the last sentence is: I am wandering alone in the fragrant path of the small garden."

"it is good."

Song Xuan was the first to jump out and praise:

"Mr. Yan wrote it so well!"

Yan Shu was amused by the way Song Xuan tried to make amends for himself:
"Twelfth brother, what do you think is good?"

"I think the good thing is that it was Mr. Yan who said the last sentence himself, and no one answered it."

"Hahaha."

Everyone laughed again.

Yan Shu was so angry at Song Xuan's words that he could only smile helplessly.

Anyway, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to get rid of that title of teacher in this lifetime.

However, if Song Xuan can achieve some achievements in the future, it may become a good story.

Song Xuan and Zhang Fangping said goodbye and did not have dinner at Fan Zhongyan's house.

Next they were going to talk about something that students couldn't easily hear.

Fan Zhongyan stroked his beard and could not help but sigh: "There are always people better than you, and there are always things better than you!"

"Oh?"

Fan Zhongyan directly praised it: "The continuation of civilization is nothing more than a few harvests of wheat, which is not something that everyone can summarize."

Yan Shu also nodded in agreement. When he read Song Xuan's words, his whole body was shaking with excitement.

Song Xuan could blurt out that sentence in an instant, and there was no doubt about it at all.

This boy is so talented!
"Twelfth Brother, do you think I can really grow taller?"

"nature."

Song Xuan just felt that today was quite dramatic.

He had always wanted to meet the great scholar Fan Zhongyan, but before he could go to Yingtianfu Academy, he met him in his hometown. Where could he go to seek justice?

As for Yan Shu's word "teacher", it was even more unexpected.

When it comes to fame, who’s afraid of not having a good reputation?

"Follow me and you'll have delicious food and spicy drinks. It'll be hard not to grow taller."

Zhang Fangping has been eating and drinking with Song Xuan for a year, and he is not as thin as before.

Moreover, the time it takes to memorize the text has become significantly longer, and I won’t be able to read for an hour or two without getting a headache.

The nutrition is totally sufficient.

Zhang Fangping was friends with Song Xuan, so he kept all the favors he received in mind.

"Twelve Brother, will you still read when you get home tonight?"

"Don't look. One is bad for your eyes, and the other is that candles are free, right?"

(End of this chapter)