Farming in another world to make a fortune

That night, Yu Zhou completely let Jin Chuan learn another option besides reviewing homework, but he didn't toss too late, after all, he had to get up early to endorse the next day.

The next day was not yet at mao, and the big rooster raised by Aunt Chen next door crowed on time like a set alarm clock. Because Yu Zhou had to get up early, he deliberately didn't sleep too deeply at night, so when he heard the crowing of the rooster, he woke up from his sleep. woke up.

It dawned early in summer, and the direction of the window looked whiter than other places at this time. He lay quietly for 2 minutes, waiting for his thoughts and body to be completely awake, and then slowly took his hands away from the people around him.

As a result, as soon as he moved, Jin Chuan immediately woke up, and asked in a daze, "Is it dawn?"

"It's still early before dawn," Yu Zhou said in a whisper, stroking Jin Chuan's back a few times, "Go on to sleep for a while."

After a while, when the breathing of the people around him became long again, he stepped out of the main room lightly, opened the door of the main room, and saw that the outline of the object could be clearly seen outside.

Yu Zhou didn't go to the yard either. He chose a place at the door where he could move his hands and feet as much as he wanted. He did a radio gymnastics warm-up and then did forty push-ups. The morning exercise was over.

After that, I fetched water to wash, washed rice and put it on the stove to cook porridge. After finishing all this, the sky was much brighter than before. If you want to endorse a book, you can barely read the words on the book in the yard.

But Yu Zhou still took out the oil lamp in the main room, lit it and put it on the stool at the door. He sat on the threshold and read a book by the light of the oil lamp. After all, the oil lamp is cheap. Then the trouble will be big.

He pays special attention to this point.

The speed of memorizing things in the morning is indeed much faster than usual. In just over an hour, he memorized all the nearly [-] characters in "The Analects of Confucius", although some sentences have been memorized before or elsewhere. He has seen familiar ones, but as far as the result is concerned, he is quite confident.

When Jin Chuan got up, he saw his husband sitting on the threshold, holding a book in his hand, muttering to himself with his eyes closed, he didn't even notice that it was daylight, and he was still on the stool with an oil lamp on.

He glanced at it and walked around into the stove lightly, without saying a word to remind him or to turn off the light.

It wasn't until Chen time that Jin Chuan came out of the kitchen with the cooked porridge and vegetables.

At this time, Yu Zhou just closed his book and entered the room with the oil lamp on the stool.

After having breakfast together, Yu Zhou went to Mr. Wen's house with his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as books, in the basket he had prepared yesterday.

Mr. Wen probably staggered the study time of several people, so when Yu Zhou arrived, he didn't see the two children in the village, only Yu Wenliang was arranged to endorse under the bamboo at the door.

Seeing that Yu Zhou came at this hour, Mr. Wen was quite satisfied, so he took Yu Zhou to the west chamber used as a study, and after the two sat down, he asked: "Today, I will tell you the first chapter of "The Analects of Confucius". One article, one article after learning."

After opening the book, Mr. Wen suddenly paused, looked at Yu Zhou and asked, "Can you memorize them all?"

"The students reviewed it again in the morning, and they can memorize it now." Yu Zhou said honestly.

Mr. Wen nodded, but there was helplessness in his eyes, "I'll test you first."

After finishing speaking, he read a few sentences from Xue Er Pian, and asked Yu Zhou to take the next sentence.Seeing that Yu Zhou could catch all of them, he chose a few more words and asked him how he understood it.

Except for what he learned in textbooks before, Yu Zhou can know the exact answer, and the others can only rely on his own understanding.

Fortunately, the content of Xueerpian is considered simple, even if you only understand it by yourself, you won't make any big mistakes.

But Mr. Wen explained it to Yu Zhou again.

After the lecture, he gave Yu Zhou fifteen minutes to review by himself, and Yu Zhou took the opportunity to take notes on what he might misunderstand or easily forget later.

About a quarter of an hour later, Mr. Wen, who had gone out for a trip, came back and asked Yu Zhou, "Can you remember all the meaning of Xueerpian?"

Yu Zhou nodded calmly: "I have written down what Mr. Hui said."

"Then please repeat it to me." Mr. Wen said.

After Yu Zhou answered, he closed the book and notes, and recounted everything Mr. Wen said just now in an unhurried voice.

When he just started talking, Mr. Wen was still tapping his fingers on the table, but then he stopped at some point. When he finished speaking, Mr. Wen not only didn’t make any movements, but even his expression could be called I was surprised.

Yu Zhou hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Sir, do you see any mistakes in my retelling?"

Mr. Wen was slightly shocked, and when he came back to his senses, he looked at Yu Zhou with regret, but more joy.

After thinking for a moment, he glanced at the sand clock on the table and asked, "Do you want to listen to the explanation of the Weizheng chapter, or consolidate the Xueer chapter first?"

Yu Zhou didn't expect that Mr. Wen would let him choose the progress of his study, so he hesitated for a moment and said, "Listen to the explanation of Weizheng."

He doesn't know about others, but as far as he is concerned, Yu Zhou knows clearly that it will be much easier to recite the words of the prophet.

So Mr. Wen explained the political affairs to him again. After Yu Zhou finished the lecture and took notes, the sand clock on the table had already been exhausted, and the study time had exceeded an hour.

Yu Zhou was afraid of delaying the study of the people behind him, so he quickly packed his things and left.

Mr. Wen sent him out, "Review what you learned today a few times when you get back, and come back when the time is right. I'll teach you how to write poetry."

Hearing the word writing poems, Yu Zhou's morale was reduced by half, because he really didn't know how to do it. The poems he had memorized while studying were not counted. The only knowledge he had was simply listening to the Chinese teacher in middle school. Too flat rhythm.

Let him write his own poems, his scalp is numb.

After returning home, I reviewed and consolidated what Master Wen said several times, and it was time for lunch.

Jinchuan's lunch is well prepared.

It's just that I don't know if it's because I want to learn to write poetry in the afternoon or something, Yu Zhou even feels that the dishes he usually likes are not as good as before.

Jin Chuan thought he was tired, so he helped add vegetables and poured water, and asked cautiously, "Is it too hard?"

"No." Yu Zhou was embarrassed to say that he was worried about writing poetry, so he quickly took a few bites of rice to prove that he was fine.

In the end, seeing that he ate more food than usual, Jin Chuan really believed what he said was fine.

After a short rest after lunch, Yu Zhou rushed to Mr. Wen's house again.

Mr. Wen had the experience of the morning, so he asked directly: "Have you ever learned the rhythm of Ping and Zhe?"

Yu Zhoulue recalled the knowledge taught by the teacher in middle school, and said without confidence: "I know a little bit."

Mr. Wen nodded, "You can use the bamboo at the door to make a Qijue first today, and I'll see how good it is."

Yu Zhou was dumbfounded.

Mr. Wen didn't seem to notice it, got up and said: "I'll go and look at some of their small writing first, and call me when you're done."

"I..." Yu Zhou thought, he might not be able to do well this afternoon...

But since he chooses to take the imperial examination, some things cannot be avoided without knowing it. After calming down for a minute, Yu Zhou began to search a few Qijue poems he had memorized in his mind, and then put out whether the first sentence was flat or flat. From the beginning, the first sentence rhymes or does not rhyme.

It didn't take much time for these, after all, before I started to read, I memorized poems first, and quickly came up with a few corresponding poems, which ordinary people can do.

It's just that even if you know the Pingzhe table, it's really difficult to write poems by yourself.

Especially for people like Yu Zhou who chose science as a student.

After Kou Kou Suo Suo came up with some words to write bamboo, and managed to compose a poem, Yu Zhou read it twice by himself, and felt that he couldn't write a better one for a while, so he simply called Mr. Wen to evaluate it.

Mr. Wen walked in and said, "An hour has almost passed."

Yu Zhou was startled, and looked at the sand clock on the desk, and sure enough it was about to leak to the bottom, so he quickly handed over the paper on which the poem was written.

Mr. Wen frowned and looked at it for a long time, then turned to Yu Zhou, and spit out eight words one by one: "I can't bear to read."

After a pause, he seemed to feel that these two words were not enough to express his current mood, and added another sentence, "Loss of stickiness, heavy words, these are the mistakes that should not be made, you have made them all."

Yu Zhou lowered his head. He also knew that the poem he just wrote was nonsense, but his current level was only like this, so he could only listen to the training honestly.

After Mr. Wen finished speaking, he seemed to feel finally comfortable. Seeing Yu Zhou lowered his head, as if he was learning the lesson, he began to reflect on whether he had said too much, after all, he was his student.

And if you are good at composing poems, there is no need to come here to study again, so you said indifferently: "But the rhythm is still neat and worthy of praise."

Yu Zhou: ...

Before he could say anything else, Mr. Wen said again: "From now on, you will learn to write poetry in the afternoon by another two quarters of an hour."

Yu Zhou handed over his hands. Compared with reciting memorization, writing poems is indeed his shortcoming, and he needs to practice more.

Mr. Tianwen told Yu Zhou some more tricks, and he didn't let him go until [-] o'clock in Shen Shi.

On the way back, Yu Zhou also figured out a small method according to his own situation.

The most difficult thing for him to write poetry at the present stage is to get the rhyme, that is to write down the words that he usually reads and have different rhymes on the paper, and spend more time writing them down. When he wants to use a certain rhyme, he can quickly It is much more convenient to go through the memorized words and choose the ones that can be used than to think about them temporarily.

After Yu Zhou's studies, except for taking a little time to go to the field every afternoon, he strictly followed his previous schedule and got up at the unshakable hour.

In less than a month, he has memorized nearly [-] words of "The Analects of Confucius" by heart. Although the poems he wrote will still be judged by Mr. Wen as having no artistic conception, they are much better than before.

After studying "The Analects of Confucius", Mr. Wen gave Yu Zhou a day to rest and asked him to go to the town to buy the pens, inks, papers and inkstones he needed.

Yu Zhou also just took this opportunity to send over the script written for Changning Bookstore.

Since he decided to take part in the county examination, he no longer copied books for the book shop, but the work of writing the story books has not stopped. After all, as a man, he has to maintain his family's livelihood, and he can't let Jinchuanxiu things support him.

When the first storybook was given to the book shop, shopkeeper Qian discussed with Yu Zhou and asked him to sign another name, so as not to be known that he wrote the storybook, which would affect his reputation in the future examinations .

Now based on his relationship with the Wu family couple, there is no need to worry about this matter being exposed.

So Yu Zhou didn't take it to heart.

It's just that I didn't expect that the next morning after the holiday, when I went to Mr. Wen's class again, Mr. Wen would hold a book and ask with a sullen face: "Are you copying the script for the bookstore?"