Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Practical and Practical

one On Yang Zhai's desk, the letter of appointment was lying quietly.Kaihui gently put a cup of tea by Yang Changji's hand, and asked, "Father, are you really not going to teach at Uncle Kong's?" "Dad has too many things to do. Besides Zhou Nan's class, I want to spend more time writing two books." Kaihui thought for a while and asked, "But didn't Uncle Kong say that you only need to go to a few classes a week?" Yang Changji patiently explained to his daughter: "You don't understand teaching. One minute on stage, ten minutes off stage." Years of work, in order to take a good class, you have to spend ten or twenty classes to prepare the class. Dad can't be like that kind of lazy gentleman who just reads the book and misleads his children, can he?"

Kai Hui nodded, but felt that something was wrong: "But Uncle Kong begged you like that last time—" Yang Changji looked at his well-behaved little daughter, and smiled: "That's what I'm in trouble with. Dad and Uncle Kong don't have a normal friendship. , It’s really not easy to say this. Forget it, let’s go to the first teacher and apologize to him face to face.” Before Yang Changji reached the gate of the First Division, he heard a commotion from afar.Seeing someone posting a red list, I realized what was going on, couldn't help smiling, and walked towards the office building.When I saw a school officer, I asked him to report.The school officer hurriedly came to the teaching office, opened the door a crack, and glanced in, and saw that the teacher was full of teachers, all of them were busy with something, and quickly closed the door, and came back to see Yang Changji sitting in the corridor He kept taking out his pocket watch to check, and said, "Sir, I'm really sorry, Principal Kong is really busy now, so I have to trouble you to wait."

Yang Changji put away his pocket watch, stood up, took out the letter of appointment, and said to the school officer, "Excuse me, can I trouble you? I came here today to return the letter of appointment to Principal Kong. Since he is busy , I won’t bother you for now. Please pass it on for me, and tell him that I can’t be separated, and I can’t follow orders, and I’ll come to his door to apologize to him at another time.” After finishing speaking, he turned and walked out. The school officer agreed and opened the letter of appointment while walking: "Mr. Yang...Mr. Yang Huaizhong? Oh my god!" He slapped himself across the face, hurriedly ran to Kong Zhaoshou, and handed the letter of appointment to him. Stuttering and trying to explain the ins and outs of the matter.

"What are you doing? How dare you block Mr. Yang's driver? What about others?" "I just left, I'm afraid I haven't left the gate yet..." Kong Zhaoshou immediately patted Fang Weixia: "Weixia, let's go, open the lock." Here comes the key!" "Brother Changji, Brother Changji!" Kong Zhaoshou and Fang Weixia hurriedly caught up with Yang Changji who was walking out of the office building from the stairs, and their voice was so loud that it almost seemed to be shouting, "I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't know it was you. , Please wait for a long time. Let's go, let's go to the teaching room first."

"You don't need to sit down. Aren't you busy? Don't waste time with me. Otherwise, I'll just finish a few words here, or because of what happened last time..." Kong Zhaoshou interrupted Yang Changji, and couldn't help but say He grabbed him and walked to the teaching office: "We'll talk about it later, go upstairs with me first. I have something to ask for your help. Let's go." The two led Yang Changji into the teaching office. Kong Zhaoshou said as soon as he entered, "Gentlemen, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Yang Changji Itakura."

"Mr. Yang...Mr. Itakura..." All the teachers stood up with a thud, and even Yuan Jiliu, who was always arrogant, rushed forward to greet him, saying, "It turned out to be the famous Mr. Itakura, I'm sorry. " Yang Changji arched his hands in return: "Where is it?" After the exchange of greetings, Kong Zhaoshou put two articles in front of Yang Changji: "Which is better and which is worse, brother Changji, please judge." Yang Changji pointed to the ranking on Mi Feng's bid and asked: "But isn't this ranking already determined?" Before Kong Zhaoshou could explain, Yuan Jiliu made his statement first: "So that doesn't count, it's just a preliminary evaluation, Mr. Itakura don't need to take it to heart , just take your opinion."

Yang Changji was a little puzzled: "What's going on here?" Kong Zhaoshou said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just invite you to read the article and express your opinion. It really doesn't mean anything else." "Then--I'll take a look first, and if there's anything wrong, please correct me." Yang Changji picked up the article marked with the first place and read it: ""A Glimpse of Primary School Education Reform", titled It's quite plain." The teaching room fell silent, and everyone waited quietly. Just finished watching the beginning, Yang Changji couldn't help nodding his head: "Okay! This is a good opening!" He continued to look down, the more he liked it, he kept nodding his head: "Well, it's incisive... good... not bad Nice, insightful..."

Yuan Jiliu couldn't help showing a smile, quite proud of having found a bosom friend.After reading the article, Yang Changji couldn't help but applaud: "It's so well written! Brother Zhaoshou, is this written by your examinee?" Kong Zhaoshou nodded. "Oh, it's rare and rare. The writing is fluent, the logic is strict, and the story is plain. Although the whole article lacks some ups and downs, it is already rare for a student to write such an article. Brother Zhaoshou , you have talent here!" "Don't rush to praise, here is another article." Kong Zhaoshou pushed another article. "Oh, that's right. I forgot about it." Yang Changji picked up the second-placed article, "Pu Sheng Fa, Mao Qi said that it should be attributed to primary school teachers. What is the reason?" ", can't help but frowned slightly: "Such a long title? It's about primary education and Prussia beats France? It's fresh."

He continued to read, but this time it was not like reading the previous article, the original smile on his face gradually condensed, and there was no endless evaluation, but the more he read, the more serious he was, and the more he frowned.Everyone looked at him intently, and the atmosphere in the teaching room couldn't help becoming dignified. Yang Changji finished reading it quickly, raised his head, as if he was about to speak, everyone was waiting to hear his comments, but he pondered for a while, but didn't say a word, and read it again from the beginning for the second time, this time it was more interesting much slower.

The dignified atmosphere seemed to be a little tense, and the teaching room was so quiet that only the sound of papers being flipped was left.Yang Changji finally put down the article slowly.In the silence, Kong Zhaoshou probed: "How is it?" Yang Changji said: "In terms of writing alone, it's a bit rough." Li Jinxi and others couldn't help showing disappointment, while Yuan Jiliu smiled. Yang Changji went on to say: "The structure of the article, the rigor of the reasoning, especially the subtleties of the choice of words, should be said to be inferior to the previous one."

Kong Zhaoshou nodded: "Since brother Changji also said so, then..." Yang Changji raised his hand: "I haven't finished yet. Judging from these composition skills alone, this article is indeed slightly inferior to the previous one, but in this article, the more you read it, the more vigorous it becomes. Based on the quality of elementary school education, one can see the success or failure of a war, the rise and fall of a country, galloping freely, with lofty aspirations and astonishing courage. That’s right, astonishing courage and arrogance are just these eight words!” Agitated, he couldn't help standing up, and even his voice was louder, "Written talent and brilliance are certainly difficult, but momentum and courage are the signs of a genius! Although the writing of this book is rough, there are hills and valleys in his chest, like a puddle. Chinese and American jade, like fine steel waiting to be ground, will become an extraordinary treasure in time, extraordinary treasure!" In the silence of astonishment, Yuan Jiliu stood up slowly, stepped forward, and took a pen to mark out the already marked rankings on the two papers.He opened the seal of the top three test papers and read out the names: "The third place is Xiao Zisheng; the second place is Cai Hesen; the first place is Mao Zedong." At this moment, Kong Zhaoshou also laughed, and took out the letter of appointment, "By the way, brother Changji, what do you want from me today? You don't really want to return this letter of appointment to me, do you?" "On the contrary," Yang Changji turned around. He came over and said with a smile, "I have come here specially to tell you that I accept your offer." two The third day was the first day of school, and in the bright sunshine, the brand-new banner "Welcome to the First Normal University" at the gate of the First Normal University was particularly dazzling.Under the banner, the freshmen entering the school carried shoulder poles on their shoulders, and brought all kinds of luggage and bedding, cloth shoes, straw sandals, long gowns, short jackets... Gathered together, Fang Weixia was leading a group of old students such as Chen Zhangfu to be in charge of the reception. On the huge front lawn , a bustling scene. "Cai Hesen!" A big hand patted on Cai Hesen's shoulder. When Cai Hesen turned his head, Mao Zedong was standing behind him with luggage in one hand, and hurriedly agreed, "Hey, hello." "Hey, which class are you in?" Mao Zedong asked. "Undergraduate Class Six. How about you?" "I am in the eighth class. So we are not in the same class? What are you doing, I still want to be in your class." Mao Zedong said regretfully. "Anyway, it's the same grade, so it's not the same?" Cai Hesen said in his mouth, but he was very moved in his heart. He didn't expect Mao Zedong to value him so much. At this moment, a woman's impatient voice came from the gate: "Get out of the way, what's going on? Are you letting people pass by?" The eyes of all the freshmen were attracted by the sudden voice—in front of the gate, the three sedan chairs of the Wang family were blocked by the flow of people, and Mrs. Wang was raising the curtain of the sedan chair and yelling at the freshmen who were blocking the way: "Did you hear that? Get out of the way! Didn't you see them blocking the road? A group of country bumpkins, they don't even know how to let the sedan chair!" The freshmen looked sideways, but they still gave way.But just as the bearer was about to start, Fang Weixia came over, stood in front of the sedan chair with his hands behind his back, and said sullenly, "I'm sorry, please get off the sedan chair." Mrs. Wang yelled at him: "What sedan chair are you getting off? I'm here to send my son to school!" "Our school stipulates that from this line, all parents should stop." Fang Weixia said, pointing to a white line at the foot of the gate, with the words "Parents Stop" marked behind the line. Mrs. Wang assumed the posture of a rich wife, and said to Fang Weixia domineeringly: "My son is here to study, and I am not allowed to enter the door as a mother? Do you know whose sedan chair this is? This is Mr. Wang's house..." "okay!" "Mom, what are you yelling about?" Boss Wang and Wang Zipeng had already got off the two sedan chairs at the back, passed through the crowd, and came to Mrs. Wang's sedan chair, blaming Mrs. Wang with one voice. Mrs. Wang still wanted to yell, but when she saw her husband's appearance, she swallowed back the words abruptly.Boss Wang glared at his wife with a black face, then quickly changed his smile and turned to Fang Weixia, and said, "My lord Wang Wanyuan, please ask sir..." "The head supervisor of our school, Fang Weixia." Boss Wang clasped his hands and said, "It's Director Fang. Quan Zi has just been admitted to your school, and we are here to send our son to report. Please help me." "Students have to take care of themselves when they enter the school. Parents are not allowed to do it for them. This is the school's regulation. Mr. Wang, please hand over your son's supplies to him. The school will arrange for him to move in, and your parents don't have to worry about it." Mrs. Wang saw that Fang Weixia didn't give any face, she was very angry, and muttered: "How can he take so many things by himself?" After hearing what she said, everyone noticed that the things piled up behind the sedan chair were like mountains.Mao Zedong poked Cai Hesen: "I said, aren't they moving?" This sounded humorous, but it was meaningful when I thought about it carefully, and the students all laughed.Wang Zipeng looked at the classmates around him, not knowing what to say, so he blushed and looked back at his mother.He originally thought that he had no chance to study in the first division: this time, the first division only accepted 80 students, and he just got 81 in the exam.But what people never expected was that the fourth temporary transfer named "Xiang Shengnan", he was lucky enough to fill in the vacancy and was admitted.What made him even more unexpected was that when he went to Tao's house to announce the good news, his cousin Si Yong actually congratulated him with wide-eyed smiles.This made him very happy, all the while, he didn't know what to do to please his cousin.But when he was about to come to the school to sign up, he became irritable again, because his mother was very dissatisfied with a dozen people crammed into a dilapidated dormitory, and for several days in a row she ordered the maids and servants around, saying It was to pack Zipeng's luggage for school, pile up boxes, bedding, and various daily necessities everywhere, as if he was about to move.At the end, Xiuxiu was asked to check each item several times, not even a bottle of cream was allowed to be missed.Zipeng also felt that what his mother did was too much, but what can he do? Zipeng didn't know what to do, but Fang Weixia did. He said decisively to Boss Wang and Mrs. Wang: "The student dormitory is for ten people, and the things you brought can't fit in two rooms, so you don't have to bring them all in." , let’s choose some necessary things and bring the rest back as they are.” Boss Wang and Mrs. Wang were still looking at each other, while Zipeng was sullen. He rushed to the pile of luggage and opened the cage with a bang. Seeing Mrs. Wang and Xiuxiu, he hurried up to help.Zipeng ignored them, and went inside with a sullen face, carrying the hastily packed suitcase.Mrs. Wang picked up a bottle of cream, looked at her son's back and screamed, "Zipeng, Zipeng, your cream!" Seeing that her son didn't look back, she stuffed the cream into Xiu, who was full of things. Xiu, scolded: "Don't follow the young master!" Things like cream were only used by a few women at that time, and it was rare to hear that men used them.Under the strange eyes and laughter of his classmates, Zipeng rushed into the school with his head buried in embarrassment.Xiuxiu took the cream and wanted to follow, but was stopped by Fang Weixia: "I'm sorry, students in this school don't need servants." Mrs. Wang followed behind and asked, "You can't even go? Then who will make my son's bed?" Not only with cream, but also with the maid to make the bed!This time, even Cai Hesen was amused, not to mention Mao Zedong.For a moment, the campus seemed to turn into a street of jugglers, with laughter one after another. Zipeng finally couldn't bear it any longer, stopped and turned around and yelled at his mother, "Are you done enough? Don't leave yet!" As he spoke, he carried his things and wanted to escape from this embarrassing scene.But this person, the more urgent the more accidents are likely to happen, Zipeng just lifted his foot, and with a "crash", the unpacked box was opened in a hurry, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor.Xiuxiu hurried up to help him pick it up, Zipeng pushed her hand away angrily: "Go away, I don't want you to move, I can do it myself! You go!" With a sullen face, Boss Wang supported Xiuxiu who was backed away by his son's fright, and shouted at the servants: "Everyone go back, if you hear me, hurry up!" Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zipeng blushed and ruthlessly cleaned up the things all over the floor.The mocking eyes of everyone made him almost unable to lift his head, and he felt so lonely.But to his surprise, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him, picked up the basin and handed it to him.When he looked up, Cai Hesen was squatting beside him, smiling at him.Another hand helped him pick up something, it was Yi Yongqi, followed by He Shuheng, Luo Xuezan, etc., but Mao Zedong shook his head disdainfully, he was obviously unwilling to help such young masters.He went up and picked up Cai Hesen's luggage, threw it on his back, and walked away. three Liu San's father did not go out to sell stinky tofu today because he wanted to send his son to the first division to enroll.In the humble hut of the Liu family, brand new bedding, washbasins and other supplies were placed on the bedside and on the floor, and Liu Junqing was wearing a brand new long gown, which formed a sharp contrast with the shabby and dilapidated room. "When you're at school, it's better than being at home." Liu San's father was packing the box, nagging his son, "You have never suffered from this since childhood, go now, I can't take care of you, and I don't know if you eat or not. Whether you have enough to eat, whether you wear warm clothes or not, you can only rely on yourself to be careful in everything.” "Got it." Liu Junqing was combing her almost unruly hair in front of the mirror. "When you are sleeping, the last thing you want to hear is someone snoring. If there is such a snoring person in the dormitory, don't be polite to him, tell the principal to ask him to change the dormitory. Also, rice bowls, washbasins, etc. Don’t let other people use it casually, it’s not clean.” He was about to close the box, but Liu Junqing frowned and took out a pair of old shorts from the box: "You still carry such old ones?" Liu Sanpai saw that the old pair of shorts were obviously much better than the patched clothes he was wearing, and wanted to say that they were shorts anyway, and no one would know if they were wearing them.But looking at Liu Junqing's expression, he couldn't say these words, so he quickly took out the shorts, and kept saying guiltily: "Don't wear it, don't wear it, don't wear it." The father and son packed up and went out one after the other: Liu Junqing walked in front with empty hands, and Liu Sanpa followed behind with a load full of luggage.Seeing that it was close to the school, Liu Junqing stopped, turned around and said, "Dad, you can drop it off here." "Isn't it here yet?" "Give me the things, and I'll just take them in by myself." "How can you carry the burden?" Liu San's father carried the burden and continued to walk forward. "Dad, Dad!" Liu Junqing chased after him to pull his father, but when he saw two freshmen with luggage walking by, Liu Junqing quickly stopped talking, put on a calm look, and quietly pulled away from his wrinkled father. distance. Liu Sanpai carried his luggage and squeezed to the school gate, and ran into Xiuxiu who had just sent Zipeng away to return to Wang's house.The father and daughter were about to talk when Fang Weixia stood in front of Liu San's father and said softly, "I'm sorry, you can't come in." "I'm here to deliver the luggage." Liu San's father hurriedly explained. "The school stipulates that all luggage should be carried by the students themselves." Fang Weixia raised his head and raised his voice, "Whose luggage is this?" "this is……" "It's mine." Liu Junqing, who had distanced himself from his father, rushed forward, interrupted his father's words, and stretched out his hand to unpack the luggage. "Oh, where did you pick the burden?" Liu San's father was in a hurry, grabbing the luggage, and Fang Weixia said, "Mister, let me pick it in, he has never shouldered the burden before." "Then start picking today!" Fang Weixia's tone suddenly became severe. "But...the thing is so heavy, he won't be able to carry it." "Young man, why can't you hold this little thing?" Fang Weixia looked at Liu Junqing, and found that he was not dressed like Liu Sanpai, and asked, "Who are you?" "This is..." Liu Junqing looked around at the people everywhere, held back, and said, "Yes... yes... the porter I hired." Liu Junqing's words were like a heavy hammer, which shocked Liu San's father and made Xiuxiu stunned!And Liu Junqing seemed to be taken aback by what he said. In a panic, he lowered his head and reached out to unpack his luggage, but he met his father's hand who was holding on to the rope tightly.As soon as his son stretched out his hand, Liu San's father shook like an electric shock and let go of the rope in his hand.Xiuxiu seemed to have realized it now. Just as she was about to speak, her father grabbed the hem of her clothes vigorously. Father Liu forced out a smile, and Fang Weixia said, "Yes, I am a porter, and I am a porter." After finally sending Junqing's luggage in, Xiuxiu and Liu Sanpai went out of the first division together. She can accompany her father to the south gate, and then go back to Wang's house separately.Xiuxiu didn't speak all the way, but kept crying. "Why are you crying? It's nothing. Originally, I'm like this. I don't look good. School is a decent place, and your brother can't do anything about it." Liu Sanpai knew what his daughter was thinking. He comforted her daughter, but comforted her Come and comfort him, the more he comforted him, the more he felt that this explanation was unreasonable. He sighed, squatted down on the side of the road, and said to himself: "He doesn't mean it, he definitely doesn't mean it, it's just a sentence. , will not be intentional." Xiuxiu stood behind her father, looked at her father's gray hair, and wiped her tears vigorously. Four For any school, the busiest time is the few days when new students enter school.Facing the influx of eager and energetic youthful smiling faces, who wouldn't be full of enthusiasm?Seeing them is equivalent to seeing an infinitely broad and bright future! In the dormitory of Class 8, the freshmen packed their beds and daily necessities.Wang Zipeng was trying to nail the "No. 1 Normal" collar badge to the school uniform collar, but he couldn't nail it right or left. On the bed opposite Zipeng, Liu Junqing was buttoning up his new school uniform blankly.In the room, Mao Zedong was the one who made the most noise. He made the bed, took a look at his mother's thimble that his father had smashed because of him, put it gently under the pillow, and then changed into a new school uniform.He stretched his arms and legs, as if he always felt that the school uniform was a little smaller. Liu Junqing fastened the buttons, put on the new school uniform, and left the dormitory in a daze, and saw Xiao Zisheng sitting on the railing in the corridor with his head sullen from a distance.His heart tightened: I didn't give him his test paper...why did he still get such good grades?How strange!Just as he was thinking, he saw Xiao San rushing in with two sets of new school uniforms in his arms. He pretended not to know him, and continued to walk a few steps forward, hiding behind the pillars in the corridor.A conversation from the Xiao family brothers came from behind: "Brother, I brought the school uniform, try it." Xiao San said, but Xiao Zisheng didn't answer. "Brother, you're here now, so stop thinking about it. That matter is all my fault and Brother Runzhi's, it's none of your business." "How can you say it's none of my business?" "It's the article I lost, and it's brother Runzhi who wants to help, and you don't know, brother, don't sit here, go back to the dormitory." Sighing softly, Liu Junqing heard the footsteps of the Xiao brothers. He poked his head out from behind the column and looked at the backs of the Xiao brothers leaving. Gloomy doubt——"Runzhi help?" "The power is on... the power is on..." It was getting dark, and with the bells and shouts of the school guards, one hand pulled the light cord, and the indoor lights suddenly turned on, illuminating the ten rooms in the dormitory. Young people in brand new school uniforms. "Everyone," Zhou Shizhao slapped his hands and signaled to be quiet, "From today onwards, the ten of us will be roommates in the same dormitory. Today, it can be regarded as a roommate meeting. Let's take this opportunity to get to know each other. The head of the dormitory, my surname is Zhou, Zhou Shizhao, from Ningxiang." The students raised their hands one by one and introduced themselves: "Luo Xuezan, from Zhuzhou." "Yi Lirong, from Xiangxiang." "Zou Yunzhen, from Xiangxiang." "Yi Yongqi, from Liuyang." "Liu Junqing, from Changsha." "My name is Wang Zipeng, and I am also from Changsha." "Mao Zedong, from Xiangtan." Zhou Shizhao said with a smile: "You don't need to introduce, the champion, who doesn't know?" Everyone laughed, only Liu Junqing looked at Mao Zedong with a cold face. "From then on, it will be arranged like this—Brother Run is the boss of our dormitory, and my second child." Zhou Shizhao pointed out one by one, "The third child, Wang Zipeng..." Luo Xuezan hurriedly said, "No, no, I am three days older than Wang Zipeng." Zhou Shizhao nodded and said, "Oh, yes, Luo Xuezan is the third child, and Wang Zipeng is the fourth child..." At this time, Kong Zhaoshou and Fang Weixia walked side by side in the corridor outside. Hearing laughter, Kong Zhaoshou couldn't help but stop, walked in the door, and said with a smile, "Hey, it's so lively." The students all stood up and said hello.Fang Weixia said: "Everyone, let me introduce you. This is our school's Principal Kong Zhaoshou. Today, Principal Kong is here to visit our new students." Kong Zhaoshou waved his hands kindly, motioning for everyone to sit down, and said, "You are welcome to sit down. I will chat with you, okay?" "Okay, okay, I just have a question to ask, that is, why do we study in a teacher's school?" Mao Zedong had some intentions of taking the test for the principal. You must know whether this topic is too big or small, and the average teacher is big. You can use some clichés to perfunctory. At this time, Liu Junqing poured water for Kong Zhaoshou and Fang Weixia in a hurry.Kong Zhaoshou pondered for a while, and said: "Everyone enters the gate of the teacher's school today, learns the method of education, and will devote himself to the national education of the Republic of China in the future. If you do not solve the problem of the purpose of reading, you will learn without knowing the purpose, and think without knowing. It means. At the end of the day, I don’t understand where I put all my hard work into my five years of youth.” Kong Zhaoshou took a sip of water and paused for a while: "To answer this question, I think, we have to start with the mission of our No. 1 Normal School." He breathed out slowly, "Everyone knows that No. 1 Normal School is known as a millennium school. Since Mr. Zhang Shi and Zhang Nanxuan, a great Confucianist in the Southern Song Dynasty, founded the Chengnan Academy here, over 800 years, despite natural disasters, war disasters, dynasties and emperors, it has continued to this day..." Kong Zhaoshou talked eloquently, and a pair of footsteps stopped quietly outside the door. Students who passed by stood quietly at the door, "Such as Sun Dingchen and He Shaoji, such as Zeng Guofan and Li Yuandu, such as Tan Sitong and Huang Xing, talents of all ages have emerged in large numbers and are brilliant. Ruo Xingchen has become an important branch of Huxiang School, why? I think it can be summed up in one sentence: practical and practical. "What is sophistication? Commitment to the country and society is so-called sophistication; what is meant by applying what I have learned and turning what I use is so-called practicality. Those who apply sophistication mean that we do not study for the sake of reading. The purpose of our studies, our motivation for studying, is to acquire knowledge in order to change our country and our society. That kind of so-called learning that is locked in the study and buried in piles of old papers is irrelevant to the country and the people. , is not a characteristic of my Huxiang School, people in Hunan study only for two words: do something! What do you do? Do things that are useful to the country and the people!" Mao Zedong couldn't wait to interject: "Then—what is the most useful thing for the country and the people?" Kong Zhaoshou glanced at him, and said in silence for a while: "Chaos is to uphold martial arts to bring peace to the world, and governance is to cultivate people's hearts. From today's perspective, I think the most important thing is to promote education. China has been weak for a hundred years, because the people's wisdom has not yet been developed. Only by promoting education can we wipe out the ignorance and backwardness of the whole nation with new knowledge and new culture. Educate everyone, and everyone will be governed. If people govern themselves, the society will be good, if the society improves, then the talents will prosper, and if the real talents come out, the country will surely expand..." Kong Zhaoshou drank his saliva again and said, "Based on this, in today's China, what is greater than education? If you want to save the country and strengthen the race, what method is better than education? Therefore, if you study in a teacher's training school and study education, you will succeed in your studies in the future." , use what I have learned, to contribute to the enlightenment of the wisdom of the people, and to do my best for the revitalization of China, isn't this the best way for you to apply it to the world?" In the contemplative silence, applause suddenly broke out behind Kong Zhaoshou.When Kong Zhaoshou turned his head, he found that the students behind him were packed tightly.