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For the next week, Fang Sishen spent time in the library studying "Tai Shi Gong Shu".

The price of trying to be a counterfeit fighter is heavy.Being kicked out of the "Golden Silk Project" and having no source of income is a small matter. The problem is that by the way, I have no mentor and no graduation thesis project.The worst thing is to suddenly become a heretic and have no companions.

Fang Sishen is young and talented. In the eyes of others, the road to study is smooth and smooth, which inevitably arouses some jealousy.But he is a low-key person, like his father-son relationship with Fang Duzhi. Although there have been rumors spread by the aunt of the student registration office, since the person involved is completely calm, no one takes it seriously.In addition, he has a simple and simple personality, devoted himself to learning, and never gets involved in nosy affairs. Generally speaking, his relationship with fellow students of the National Academy is basically passable.In fact, there is the most important one. Younger brother Fang is tender and decent, full of gentlemanly demeanor, and is the best target for sisters to tease about YY, so he is very popular with the opposite sex behind his back, but he doesn't feel it.

Right now, of course, almost all of that is gone with the wind.

Everyone was busy, coming and going in a hurry on campus, occasionally bumping into acquaintances head-on, out of face, just nodded and left, and the rest simply turned a blind eye to him.

It was almost noon, and Fang Sishen stood at the door of the ancient books office of the library, watching two doctoral students of the same level walk away with shoulders shoulders and backs, and was dazed for a while.In the past, although we couldn't talk about deep friendship, at least we would say hello when we met, talk about common topics, and make a few jokes.The same face, how can you change it?Fang Sishen is a person who has read national history thoroughly, so it is impossible not to understand why.In the course of his life, such experiences are not new, but the history is a little bit longer.

The long-lost loneliness came to my mind, and the delicate and charming Qiuyang was as sharp as a blade and as cold as ice in an instant.Adding up the 3000 years of national history and [-] years of life, Fang Sishen still feels uncomfortable: how can a person's face change just as he says?

I went to the commissary to buy a piece of bread, and went back to the library to look up information.The application for changing the tutor has been submitted long ago, but there has been no response so far.Without a supervisor, the thesis topic cannot be determined, and without the thesis topic, you cannot graduate.Very simple logic, clear at a glance.

Because Kou Jianzong threatened him with this, Fang Sishen went online to find out, and found that there are quite a few solutions.For example, he can contact other tutors in private. With his qualifications that have been hyped by the media in the circle, there may not be no mavericks who treat him differently. As long as the professor himself nods, his superiors usually will not stop him.For example, he can transfer to another school. There is no place for him to stay here. In the area of ​​Gyeonggi alone, there are no fewer than ten institutions of higher learning that have national colleges.For example, he can make up his mind to take a foreign imperial examination, go across the ocean to the rice flag country of Citigroup, and never suffer from the slavery again, and let the birds fly freely.

He thought about it, and finally found quite sadly that no matter what kind of solution, if Fang Sishen handles it by himself, it will be 100% impossible to handle, and it may even be self-defeating; Obtained and mostly easy.He was troubled for a long time, and when he was sitting in front of the big and thick camphorwood desk in the ancient books office, which was polished smooth by the sleeves of successive generations of students, he was flipping through the "Jiyingdian version" and "Taishigongshu", All problems are no longer a problem.

——At this point in life, what does it matter if you don’t have a doctorate or graduate?

"Tai Shi Gong Shu" is a public compulsory course of Guo Academy, and Fang Sishen last read it through three years ago.This time I re-read it, thanks to the experience of dealing with ancient stele and bamboo slips in the past few years, the articles and documents are cross-referenced, and I can see a lot of new ideas.I am really interested in this temporary job that my sister introduced, and I think it is good to write a paper based on this.

So on Saturday, Fang Sishen went to National No. [-] High School almost with some anticipation.

A few people clung to the "castration" that was not finished last time. Fortunately, Teacher Fang was prepared to throw out some relevant records in "Shangshu" and "Zhou Li". The student stared blankly for a long time: "Mr. Understand."

"can't read?"

"Ah."

"Last time, I asked everyone to buy "Shuowen Dadian" as a spare, did you buy it?"

"not yet……"

"Then go buy a dictionary first, and look it up in the dictionary."

"Oh..." The student took a look at the full page of ancient Austrian classical Chinese, and suddenly said excitedly: "Teacher, how about I just study this?"

A group of boys laughed and expressed their support and encouragement.

Fang Sishen froze for a moment, a little funny, and held back.Seriously said: "Academics have no restricted areas, of course there is nothing wrong with it. But there are rules for research, you should at least read all the literature first. The theory and practice of more than 3000 years of imperial punishment began in the Yin and Shang Dynasties and extended to the Ming and Qing Dynasties. What I will give you today , but the most basic content, let’s understand this point first.”

The student was stunned, carefully folded the two pieces of paper in his hand, and put them in the book.

Fang Sishen turned his head and saw Liang Ruogu was looking at him, his eyes were blocked by the glasses, but the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if a little disdainful.Guess which scholarly family he probably came from, maybe at a young age, he was bound by the family's prejudice.Of course, it is too early to talk about this now. After the students calm down, we will start to talk about the first topic: the name of Tai Shigong before and after his death.

Ordinarily, the life story of Ma Zichang from Taishi Company, as the most famous inspirational model in the history of Daxia, the students have heard it many times since they were young.But Teacher Xiaofang spoke very knowledgeable and interesting.For example, what does Mr. Sima look like?Is the portrait in the Chinese textbook reliable?Mr. Sima wrote the book, what kind of pen and paper did he use?What kind of lamps were lit, and what kind of oil was used?In what year and how did Mr. Sima die?What evidence and flaws are there in each of the three causes of death passed down from later generations? ...

Teacher Fang's lectures may not be so impassioned and incite people's hearts. He just slowly explained the problems one by one, and presented the arguments one by one.The student's excitement was out of control, and he stood by and waited.Don't gossip, listen but don't hear, answer questions seriously.Every time a group of overly active boys and girls diverted the topic and chirped for a while, the main learning force represented by Liang Ruogu would ask a few direct questions and pull the content back.Gradually formed a regular interaction, but also enjoy each other.

The only problem is that the classroom efficiency is too low.After more than half of the second hour, Sima's death was mentioned.Fortunately, in Teacher Fang's syllabus, there is no concept of optimizing the classroom to pursue efficiency. Students are used to taking courses at a fixed pace, so this elective course without the pressure of test scores is naturally very easy.

By the time the death of Tai Shigong was discussed, the Guoxue class had become the scene of Conan's case handling.A student shouted: "Teacher, evidence, we need more evidence! The truth, please tell us the truth!" Several students replied in unison: "There is only one truth!"

Fang Sishen didn't understand what touched the excitement of the boys and girls, but as a teacher, he felt relieved to see the students' active participation.So he nodded and said, "That's right, facts speak louder than words, there is only one truth." Following his last words, the get out of class bell rang.

A few naughty boys patted the table and laughed, and a kind girl came over to explain to the teacher.Fang Sishen understood what he heard, and nodded, "Oh, there is an academic saying of 'bold assumptions, careful verification', which is indeed similar to detectives in solving cases."

"Teacher, do you really think so?" the girl asked with her eyes wide open.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"No...it's just that I've never heard any teacher say that, and really put learning and cartoons together."

Fang Sishen was about to answer when the teacher from the Academic Affairs Office came in to check the attendance.

At the beginning of the employment, the dean of academic affairs has repeatedly urged that attendance is the top priority.Because there are classes on weekends, if students skip classes in the name of attending classes, or if there is an accident, the school will not be able to afford it.The matter is very important, Fang Sishen will nod first in every class.Therefore, he said, "Teacher Liu, all the students are here."

"25?"

"Aren't there 24?"

"No, there is a new transfer student... Oops!" Teacher Liu went out in a panic.

In the third hour, the content of the class entered the last part: the evaluation of Tai Shigong in the past dynasties.The naughty ghosts who have been Conan for a long time are also tired, dozing off on the table, and the serious ones are taking notes, and the classroom is very quiet.Fang Sishen spoke slowly, and finally found some dignity as a teacher.

Just as he felt that he was getting better, there was a loud "touch" at the back door of the classroom, and someone kicked it open with his foot, and all the students turned their heads in shock.A boy with his hands folded across his chest blocked the doorway. He was about 1.8 meters tall.The top of the school uniform was slung over his shoulders, and he was panting, as if he had just come off the sports field.

Teacher Liu from the Academic Affairs Office came out from behind him, nodded and apologized: "I'm sorry, Teacher Fang, this is a new student who is taking your class. I am not familiar with the environment, so I am late." Patted the boy on the back, "Hurry up and talk to the teacher. My apologies." Then she nodded to Fang Sishen, "for delaying your class." Then she turned and left.

The boy casually scanned the audience, and was about to sit down at the seat by the door.

Fang Sishen asked: "New classmate, what's your name?"

As if the other party had never heard of it, he dragged the chair away and sat on it.It seemed that the place was too cramped, so he stretched out his two feet against the desk and pushed forward.Hearing a harsh rubbing sound, the table and chairs were pulled back and forth, and finally a large enough space was made, the legs stretched straight under the seat in front of the chair, and the upper body limply lay on the table, brushing hair, squinting eyes to prepare for sleep .

A few students seemed to recognize the new transfer student, whispering to each other.

Fang Sishen picked up the list on the podium and walked up to him: "Please write your name."

The boy took it lazily, stared at it for a long while without focus, and then said indifferently: "I didn't bring a pen."

In fact, not only did he not bring a pen, he didn't even have a schoolbag at all.

Fang Sishen turned around, and a girl hurriedly handed over her pen.

The boy scratched with a pen, filling up the blanks at the end of the list: Hong Xinyao.The character "Xin" in the middle has the most strokes and the largest area. The three characters together look like a mountain.After finishing writing, the pen and paper were spread out on the table, and then lay down again.

Fang Sishen returned the pen for him, and read aloud to the list: "Hong Xinyao." Thinking that the eight-character fortune-telling was short of gold and soil, the parents directly took the three golden mountains as their names.

The boy raised his eyelids just as Fang Sishen turned and walked back to the podium.Nine out of ten out of ten did not recognize the last word "Yao" in his name, but the little teacher pronounced it accurately, so he couldn't help but stare at the back.

Being interrupted by the latecomers, even the sleepy ones woke up.Teacher Fang went on to talk about the various comments of later generations on Tai Shigong.Mentioning that Jin Shengtan was a lunatic, he believed that Tai Shigong was unlucky for his friends, but he had no one to help him, so he accumulated a lot of grudges and complaints, so "whenever someone spends money to kill someone, he will praise him."I don't want all the disciples to know the true biography of Tai Shigong, and when they heard the teacher mentioning "spending money to kill people", they immediately "tsk tsk praised" and complained for Tai Shigong, and the classroom became lively again.

Fang Sishen saw that time was running out, and waved for the students to be quiet.Just as he was about to open his mouth to conclude, Hong Xinyao was so noisy that he couldn't sleep, but he also heard some causes and consequences, and suddenly said: "Isn't it just a shot or two!" At this moment, I stopped, and the lingering sound of this sentence lingered, deafening.

"Hmph! Country bumpkin!" Liang Ruogu was facing him from afar, his voice was not loud, but he paused every word clearly.

Hong Xinyao straightened his upper body and leaned against the wall.He is taller than Liang Ruogu, his chin is raised, but his eyes are looking down: "You, who are you talking about?"

All the students stopped talking, looked back at the two people in conflict, and looked forward at the teacher on the podium.

Fang Sishen subconsciously looked at Liang Ruogu first, and shook his head slightly.Then he stepped off the podium and stood in front of Hong Xinyao again.

"From what you said just now, you seem to be from Hejin, Jinzhou?"

Hong Xinyao was fully on guard, but he didn't expect that the little teacher had accurately pronounced his name before, but now he called him out with a single swearing, and he was quite panicked.Wai Qiang Zhong Gan replied viciously, "How do you know?"

"I just happened to hear that 'Erganzi' is a dialect in the area of ​​Hejin. But since you are from Hejin, you should know that Ma Zichang of Taishi Company is probably your fellow villager. A few years ago, Hancheng in Guanzhong and Hejin in Jinzhou Haven't you heard of the fierce quarrel over the title of Tai Shi Gong's hometown?"

Hong Xinyao never thought that the stupid Tai Shi Gong's second pole would be his fellow countryman, so he couldn't help but said in embarrassment: "Why do I need to know about such crap?"

Fang Sishen has a gentle attitude and talks eloquently: "There must be a basis for what you say, especially when evaluating others. It is related to the reputation of others, and you should not jump to conclusions rashly. If you are ignorant and ignorant, you will inevitably expose your shortcomings and make people laugh."

Seeing that the boy blushed and did not speak, he shut up, regardless of how much he understood, returned to the podium, and faced all the students: "Our Great Xia Kingdom is vast and boundless, and there are many outstanding people everywhere. There are many big gentry and big families. They are not in the capital city. Famous families often come from the countryside. For example, Hejin, Jinzhou, has produced many figures in history. Except for Tai Shigong, who is still controversial, the sage Gaotu Buzixia, and the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, Prince An, are all from Hejin. It can be seen that the difference between urban and rural areas can only be divided into the place of origin, not enough to talk about other things. Well, I will stop here today, and see you again, students."

The students understood that Mr. Fang was playing fifty big boards each, and the beating was so convincing to the audience that some of them even applauded.

After leaving the classroom, he took out his mobile phone and set it to ring. It just so happened that the call came. It was his younger sister Hu Yixin.

"Brother, get out of class is over? How is it?"

"What's the matter?" Fang Sishen was a little strange, and her younger sister's tone was vaguely anxious.

"Isn't there a new student here? How is it?"

"Ah, yes, a new student came, nothing."

"It's fine...it's so noisy over there, is it convenient to talk?"

Fang Sishen looked around and turned to the side road leading to the garden: "Okay, what's the matter, let's talk."

"It's the new student. The dean just remembered this morning and told me that I'd like to tell you in private that as long as he comes, he doesn't make too much trouble, and everything else will trouble you to open your eyes and close your eyes."

Fang Sishen thought about it: "Then his thesis—"

"Don't worry about it, people are here to mess with the credits, and it will definitely be settled in the end... Hey? Brother? Please, please, it's about my job! Well, you are as upright as the sun and the moon, little sister You are as humble and vulgar as an ant, please raise your hand..."

Fang Sishen listened to his sister talking nonsense over there, and finally compromised: "As long as it is not purely copied, I will let him live."

"Well, I'll ask his head teacher to explain it to him. Brother, whose son do you think he is?"

"I don't care whose son he is."

"You don't need to worry about it. In Guoyi High School, 'whose son' is a great knowledge!" Hu Yixin lowered his voice, "Don't tell anyone, this freshman surnamed Hong is the richest man in Jinzhou. "Ten Heroes of Daxia", the son of Hong Yaoge, the owner of Hejin Wujin Mine. I don't know which bodhisattva he worshiped, but he got his household registration in Beijing and entered the "National High School". Other elective courses, investigation experiments and so on After working for more than a year, no group is willing to ask for newcomers. It’s just your class. You can start halfway, break up and work alone, and they are all liberal arts students. The proportion of special backgrounds is not large, so the director must arrange for him to choose Chinese studies cannot..."

Fang Sishen thinks: insight into the world is knowledge, and understanding of human feelings is the article.My sister, who has a bachelor's degree in Chinese literature, is much more proficient in business than myself, who is a doctor of Chinese literature.