Chapter 8 Chapter 7 Learning Energy Storage

one "After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late to autumn." Standing at the gate of the First Division, Ji Mohong, dressed in a Japanese-style civil servant's attire, looked at the towering trees and emerald green lawns in the courtyard of the First Division, feeling a lot of emotion, " The old courtyard in the south of the city is indeed a place where thousands of years of culture have gathered, and it has an extraordinary bearing." Kong Zhaoshou, Fang Weixia, Li Jinxi and others were by his side. Hearing his emotion, they said politely: "Inspector Ji, you are polite. The Inspector is here to inspect on behalf of the provincial government, so my teacher is flourishing." The three greeted each other all the way, and walked towards the school.

In the large comprehensive classroom, there was a lot of people and it was lively. The students were grouped into a pile and discussed enthusiastically. Many stools were messed up and formed groups. Even Xu Teli was squeezed into Mao Zedong's group of students. Arguing with students.At the door of the classroom, Ji Mohong looked at the mess in front of him, and frowned tightly, looking like he couldn't stand it.Kong Zhaoshou felt his dissatisfaction, walked up to the podium, raised his voice and said loudly: "Everyone, please be quiet. Mr. Te Li, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Ji Mohong, the school inspector sent by the Provincial Department of Education. He came to inspect the first division today. .”

Only then did the students realize that the principal and others were coming, so they quickly calmed down and sat down.Before Xu Teli could speak, Ji Mohong cupped his hands and bowed first: "Oh, it's Speaker Xu, I've admired him for a long time." Xu Teli said indifferently: "Inspector Ji, you are polite. There is no Chairman Xu here, only the teacher Xu." Kong Zhaoshou asked: "Inspector Ji, since you are here, do you want to teach the students a word?" Ji Mohong hurriedly waved his hands: "With Chairman Xu here, how can we allow a lowly position to speak?" Xu Teli said: "Here, I am the teacher, and you are the inspector. The inspector lectures, what is the responsibility?"

"Inspector Ji, you don't have to be polite." Principal Kong announced: "Everyone, today, Mr. Ji Mohong, the inspector of the Provincial Department of Education, came to inspect our school. Next, we welcome Inspector Ji to give you a lecture." He took the lead in clapping. During the applause, Ji Mohong felt compelled to apologize to Xu Teli with a humble smile, then adjusted his clothes and went to the podium. "Young talents, I am next to Ji Mohong, the ink master, the ink with the fragrance of pen and ink, and the master, who is flying nine days later. It is a great honor for Mo Hong to be able to gather with all the talents today. I am ashamed of the so-called words of instruction." , but I would like to take this opportunity to communicate with you as scholars. The word "reading" is the most precious in the world. Why do you say that? Books are not for everyone, even fools cannot read them. Smart people can read well. So all the scholars in this world are smart people, you are smart people..."

Under the stage, Xiao San couldn't help but muttered to Mao Zedong: "He might as well just tell the truth, he is the smartest person." Mao Zedong smiled, and he obviously didn't take these words seriously. "The ancients said: There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and the golden house in the book. After reading the book, people will naturally have a bright future. Otherwise, what kind of book do you read?" Ji Mohong said enthusiastically, "So, Confucius said: Learn and learn. You are an official. It means that the government will invite you to be an official if you have finished your studies, and you will be able to stand out and become a master! Of course, I am not saying that only being an official has a future. Let’s use an analogy. That’s all, but that’s the reason.”

Liu Junqing, who had been listless all afternoon, listened intently and stared straight at the moment.Cai Hesen, Xiao Zisheng and the others all showed expressions of disbelief, while Mao Zedong simply pulled out a book and flipped through it. "In a word, students should be learning-oriented, study hard, study hard, don't care about things that you shouldn't care about, don't waste time talking in the vernacular, and spend more time reading books is serious. In the future , you will know that that is your future, that is your job. Ji is someone who has experienced it, and these words are spoken from the bottom of the heart. I wonder if you hear it in your heart?"

Under the stage, in the silence, suddenly there was a very clear sound of flipping a book - Mao Zedong flipped a page of the book, looking like no one else was there.Ji Mohong couldn't help being embarrassed for a while, and his face showed sullenness.Kong Zhaoshou was also stunned for a moment, and it was difficult to remind Mao Zedong for a while, and he didn't know what to do, so the scene became awkward for a while.In the silence, Liu Junqing suddenly took the lead in applauding, and this time finally brought some applause.Ji Mohong's embarrassment finally had a chance to step down, and his froze smile gradually burst into bloom. "Hey, thank you, thank you, thank you." He clasped his fists together, and took a careful look at Liu Junqing who rescued him.

After sending Ji Mohong away, Li Jinxi came to the principal's office, raised his head and drank a big mouthful of water, and let out a long breath: "Oh, I finally left." "Finally?" Fang Weixia smiled wryly, "I didn't say anything later not coming." Behind the desk, Kong Zhaoshou looked tired, he rubbed the center of his brows, and forced himself to say, "Wei Xia, Jin Xi, you two make arrangements to free up this principal's office as soon as possible, and buy some decent furniture. Also, make a sign for the inspector's office, remember, it's bigger than the one for the principal's office."

Li Jinxi was stunned: "Principal, are you really going to make room for him?" "My room is bigger in the whole school. I don't care, just change to a smaller one." Fang Weixia asked puzzledly: "Principal, Ji Mohong is just a school inspector, just an assistant inspector, not a real boss, is it?" "This is not a matter of high officials and small officials. Some people, as long as they can manage you a little bit..." Kong Zhaoshou didn't continue talking, but waved his hands, "Let's do it like this." Fang Weixia and Li Jinxi looked helplessly glanced.

two Because Ji Mohong gave Liu Junqing a few more appreciative glances on purpose when he "applauded to relieve the crisis" last time, so, a few days later, when he heard that Ji Mohong had moved into the Superintendent's Office, the keen Liu Junqing immediately wrote a carefully written one. A piece of experience was submitted. Ji Mohong read the article, smiled and said, "Well, the article is well written. Why did you think of writing this article to me?" Liu Junqing replied respectfully: "The last time I listened to the teaching of the Inspector, the students were so excited that they couldn't fall asleep all night. Only by studying hard can they have a bright future. This truth has never been explained so thoroughly by the lord. It is really a sentence. This sentence has gone to the hearts of the students, and the students expressed their feelings, so I wrote this experience to express my admiration for the adults."

Ji Mohong nodded in satisfaction, and said cordially: "Okay, okay, don't open your mouth and keep your mouth shut, this is a school, and Ji is also a scholar, so he doesn't have so many official airs. From now on, you can call me teacher. From now on If you are free, come and sit with me more often. I like to deal with smart and motivated students like you." Liu Junqing came out of the superintendent's room excitedly singing in a low voice, and suddenly felt that her body and mind had never been so relaxed, and the sky above her head had never been so vast.He swept away the depression of the past, and after school at noon, he and Zipeng went to the cafeteria together, talking and laughing.In the cafeteria, people were coming and going, and it was very noisy. The wooden signs on the wall were still the same: eggplant, pumpkin, cabbage... The best was bone soup.As soon as the two of them entered, they saw Xu Teli wearing a cloth shirt and straw sandals, holding a big bowl, and standing at the end of a line of students.Liu Junqing poked Zipeng and exaggeratedly said: "Hey, look, Xu Dajiao is here again." Zipeng pulled him, and said in a low voice, "Why do you call me teacher like that?" It doesn’t cost money to eat, what is it if it’s not called flowers?” Junqing said with a snort. The two ate food and sat down.Liu Junqing poked the food in the bowl with chopsticks, and complained dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? This is the only radish and cabbage every day!" Zipeng said with a wry smile: "The taste is not good." "It's almost like pig food!" Liu Junqing put down his chopsticks and looked up at the other students: In the cafeteria, all the young people's appetites are surprisingly good, and tables of students are eating with great enthusiasm.Xu Teli, who ate at the table with the students, scraped off the rice in the bowl, got up and went to the boiling water bucket, took half a bowl of boiling water, rinsed the bowl, drank it with a straight neck, wiped his mouth, and looked satisfied.Liu Junqing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stood up and said, "I'll fetch two glasses of water." At this time, Xiuxiu suddenly came in with a food box.She stood at the door and looked around the cafeteria, and saw Wang Zipeng for a moment, walked over quickly, opened the food box, took out the food inside, and said to the young master: "Madam is afraid that you are not used to school food, so ask me to cook it." Here are some of your favorite dishes." "Wow! Axiu, thank you." Zipeng almost drooled when he saw it. Liu Junqing, who was holding two cups of boiling water, suddenly saw his younger sister, and with a trembling of his hand, hot boiling water came out, scalding him.Zipeng quickly took the boiling water, held Junqing's hand and blew. "It's all right...the water isn't hot." Nervously, Liu Junqing's eyes flickered, and she glanced at Xiuxiu, then quickly avoided her gaze.Xiuxiu, who had the word "brother" on her lips, stopped her mouth abruptly. She could see from her brother's expression that he didn't want her to greet him on such an occasion. Zipeng wiped the water off Junqing's hands with a handkerchief, and said, "Axiu, this is my classmate, Liu Junqing, who has the same surname as you. Junqing, this is Axiu, who works in my house." Facing Xiuxiu's gaze, Liu Junqing smiled and lowered his head.Zipeng asked Liu Junqing to share with him the delicacies brought from home, Liu Junqing agreed, as if to avoid his sister, he picked up the two bowls of food provided by the school on the table, and walked towards the bucket of boiling water as if fleeing. All of a sudden, he poured two bowls of food into the hog bucket. A few classmates saw it and looked at Liu Junqing in surprise. Cai Hesen frowned and couldn't help standing up, but sat down again after thinking about it.Xiuxiu's body couldn't help trembling slightly, she told Zipeng to collect the bowls when the dinner was delivered, and turned around to go out.Outside the cafeteria, looking back at the back of his brother eating with the young master from a distance, the shiny new leather shoes on his brother's feet, two lines of tears slid down Xiuxiu's face. After dinner, the students returned to the classroom one after another, where Yang Changji was preparing the lesson plan, when Mao Zedong held the manuscript and handed it to him.Yang Changji looked at the manuscript in front of him, and then at Mao Zedong. He didn't reach out to take it, but frowned slightly.He pondered for a while, and said: "Runzhi, there is a saying, it seems that I have to remind you, don't read carelessly, swallow dates, such a thick book, you can finish it in just a few days? The essence of this book Yi, have you mastered it all?" "Teacher, you misunderstood. I haven't had time to read this book seriously yet." Yang Changji was a little unhappy, and said disappointedly: "Haven't read it seriously? Then you give it back to me? Isn't this book worth your reading?" "No, the book is great. I only read a few pages, and I feel that I can't read through the content in too short a time. Teacher's manuscript is waiting to be used in a book, so...so I copied it. I plan to keep it for slow digestion." "Did you copy a copy?" Yang Changji's eyes were straightened, "A hundred thousand words, a week, you copied a copy?" Mao Zedong nodded.It turned out that after school in the afternoon when Yang Changji lent the book to Mao Zedong, Mao Zedong went to the stationery store and spent his only 48 cents to buy back a large pile of white paper and a piece of low-grade ink without packaging. After the lights in the dormitory were turned off, I copied Yang Changji's manuscripts in a white bound book by candlelight. Yang Changji obviously couldn't believe it: "Show me what you copied." Several thick manuscripts were placed on Mao Zedong's desk. Yang Changji flipped through the manuscripts. Although the handwriting on the seven simply bound manuscripts with white paper was a bit scribbled, they were densely packed and did not miss a single word.He looked at Mao Zedong. The student in front of him had dark circles under his eyes, but he was not tired at all.Yang Changji opened the "Lecture Records" placed next to him, and saw that the notebook was also densely packed with scrawled handwriting, with various symbols such as circles, triangles, and horizontal lines added on it. Comments in teeny lower case.He asked in surprise: "This is your class notes? Do you remember all the classes in such detail?" Mao Zedong replied: "I memorize all social studies classes." "Why are there still big and small characters, and there are so many symbols?" "The big characters are for class, and the small characters are for re-reading the notes after class. Some of those symbols are important points, some are doubtful, and some indicate that you need to look up further... Anyway, each has its own meaning." Yang Changji nodded: "You are very willing to write." "Teacher Xu once said that if you don't use pen and ink, you don't read books. I'm used to it. I don't take notes when I read books. I always feel as if I haven't read them." Yang Changji put down the lecture notes, looked at Mao Zedong, and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say it.He picked up the manuscript and his lesson preparation materials, took a step, and then turned around: "By the way, you seem to have only one class on Saturday afternoon, right? If you want, you can come to me after class on Saturday, as long as it is I will give you extracurricular tutoring for the content you are interested in." Mao Zedong asked: "Don't you have a class from the first teacher on Saturday?" Yang Changji smiled and said: "In the future, there will be your class." three The same weekend, because of different moods, these classmates and teenagers each tasted their own youth. After the last class in the afternoon, Cai Hesen returned to Liujiataizi in Yunwan Town on the west bank of the Xiangjiang River, "Mom, I'm back." Cai Chang, who was eating, jumped up: "Brother." Ge Jianhao almost subconsciously wanted to cover the things on the broken wooden table, but Cai Hesen had already come to the table, and Ge Jianhao retracted his hand again.On the table were two bowls of gruel with barely visible rice, and two dark pancakes.Looking at the expressions of his mother and brother, Cai Chang also reacted, and hid the hand holding half of the black pancake behind his back, but Cai Hesen had already grabbed her hand and took the pancake over.He broke the pancake, and the crumbs spilled on the table.Squeezing the half piece of bran cake in his hand, Cai Hesen sat on the stone steps by the door, he slowly broke it, and chewed it carefully.Cai Chang squatted beside him, observing his expression with some unease: "Brother, actually—bran pancakes are quite delicious, after chewing for a long time, they still have a fragrance that cannot be compared with rice." Cai Hesen didn't say a word, but broke another piece of bran cake and put it in his mouth. "Brother, don't be like this. The match factory is closed, and my mother and I will find other things to do. We won't always eat this." The sensible Cai Chang hugged his brother's knees and comforted him. It was Cai Hesen who ate this cake, not her and her mother. "I know. I just want to taste it, to taste this fragrance." Cai Hesen smiled and stroked his younger sister's head, "Go into the room and sleep, brother wants to sit alone for a while." Cai Chang stood up hesitantly, looked at his brother, and quietly went back to the room. The waning moon was in the sky, protruding from the dark clouds, and shedding light moonlight.Cai Hesen looked up at the moon, took a long breath, stood up, walked to the corner, and lifted the broken straw mat.The shoe-shining toolbox was still quietly lying in it. Cai Hesen wiped off the dust on the box and cleaned the shoe-shining tools one by one.He shook the polished flannelette, as if to test whether his handiwork was still proficient. A hand was silently pressed on his shoulder, Cai Hesen turned his head suddenly, and saw his mother's warm and calm eyes looking directly at him.In silence, Ge Jianhao knelt down, took the flannel, and wiped off the dust on the remaining two tools. "On weekends, not at other times." Closing the shoebox and standing up, Ge Jianhao looked at his son's smiling face, straightened his son's hair, and said, "There is no obstacle that people cannot overcome. Difficult, the sky will not fall." Cai Hesen nodded vigorously.Under the moonlight, Ge Jianhao stroked his son's head, hugged him suddenly, and kissed him on the forehead. The next morning, Cai Hesen went out with a shoe shine box on his back. In the dormitory of Zhounan Middle School, Si Yong was concentrating on writing an inscription on the title page of a book.Jing Yu groped up from behind lightly, touched Si Yong's back, and shouted: "What are you writing?" "Scared me to death, what are you doing?" Si Yong was startled, and covered the book. "Seeing how serious you are writing, come and have a look. What good things do you write, and you still cover it?" Si Yong pushed the book over, and Jing Yu took a look, it was a book of "Principles of Ethics", and on the title page of the book it was written "Sighing, begging for a friend's voice". "It's chirping, begging for its friend's voice? Hey, aren't you usually the most annoying, why are you still copying this? Isn't there a bird chirping, chirping, and want to find a stupid bird to sing with it? It's very normal. Hehe, it's not like someone wants to call you together, right?" Si Yong no longer pays attention to Jing Yu and buries her head in the book.Jing Yu looked at her, packed his schoolbag cleanly and tidily, and went out the door alone. "Shoe shine, sir? It's fast and good..." Cai Hesen sat in front of the shoe shine booth on the street, soliciting business.In the distance, a beautiful figure just passing by heard this familiar voice, came over, and stopped beside him.As soon as Cai Hesen raised his head, the person standing in front of him was Xiang Jingyu, who was smiling. Cai Hesen was stunned for a moment before he recognized her: "Hi, it's you." "I saw you from a long distance away. Are you setting up a stall again? Hey, by the way, did you take the first teacher exam last time?" Cai Hesen smiled and said, "I passed the exam." "Didn't pass the exam?" "Admitted." "Passed? Then why do you still..." "Shoe shine, right? If you don't have money, come and shine." "Oh! Work-study program. Admiration." "What is there to admire? People need to eat." "That's not to say, which student has the guts to do this now? As long as he is admitted to a school, everyone seems to have gone to heaven, and he can't wait to confess himself as a song star. It's the first time I've seen someone like you Well." She squatted down next to Cai Hesen, propped her chin, and stared at Cai Hesen: "Well, I came out today to send a letter to my family. Now the letter has been mailed, and I have nothing else to do when I go back. So... " Cai Hesen saw her stammering, and asked, "What exactly do you want to say?" Jing Yu didn't allow him to refuse and said, "You teach me how to shine shoes!" "Hey! Shine shoes, shine shoes, shine shoes..." Jing Yu tapped on the shoe brushes and yelled at the top of his voice.Passers-by all looked sideways—it was really surprising that such a beautiful and well-dressed lady would shout this.Even Cai Hesen felt a little unnatural, he pushed the police to tell her to keep her voice down, and reminded her that others were watching her.But Jingyu knocked more vigorously, claiming that the purpose of doing business is to attract people to watch.He continued to yell louder: "Come here, who is the shoe polisher?" A man squeezed up and asked, "Hey, which one of you shines shoes?" Jing Yu: "He is the master, I am the apprentice, do you want the master or the apprentice?" "Apprentice, just apprentice." "Then please sit down!" The man happily sat down, and the policeman picked up the tool and was about to do it. Then he looked up at the customer and said, "I just learned it, so don't blame me if I don't wipe it well!" The man hastily replied, "No blame, no blame." Seeing that Jingyu's kung fu is not bad, the crowd chattered a lot, and several men crowded up: "I'll wipe it too...I'll wipe it too..." After a group of guests passed, the two of them counted the copper coins clatteringly, only to realize that they had really "got rich".Taking advantage of the fact that there were no guests, the two of them were sitting on the side of the street. Talking about the last time they applied for the first division, Jing Yu asked: "Your first division was admitted in the same batch as you. There is a guy named Cai Hesen, do you know him?" Cai Hesen couldn't help being taken aback: "Why are you asking about him?" "I've seen his entrance essay, and our teacher sent it to us as a model essay. How come it's so well written, I'm really pissed off." "Are you angry because he writes well?" Cai Hesen couldn't laugh or cry, "Is it that serious? I think he is very ordinary!" "The writing is too good! I have always thought that my composition is good. Compared with him, my life is dark." Jing Yu couldn't tolerate people saying that Cai Hesen was average, "Go, I don't know the goods! As far as his articles are concerned, all No one can compare to the students in Changsha, including me. What I can't figure out is this, how can I not compare to him? Maybe he has three heads and six arms?" Cai Hesen smiled to himself, and said casually, "Thunder-headed and six-armed? Of course not, he is similar to me, looking poor." "Now, I stick his article on my bedside, and the first thing I do when I get up every day is to yell at that article: 'The surname is Cai, just wait and see, I will tell the police one day. Be stronger than you! When the time comes, I will bring my article to you, and let you dig a hole in the ground and get in by yourself!'" Thinking about it, she sighed again, and said, "Oh, that's just to say, really If you want to catch up with him, you don't know the year of the monkey!" "I don't think it's a problem. With your stubbornness, that person surnamed Cai will definitely not be able to grow a rabbit's tail." "Yes, there will always be that day." Jingyu looked at the sky, suddenly remembered Si Yong, turned to Cai Hesen and said, "Hey, I have to go, goodbye... Hey, don't tell that Cai Hesen what I said what!," "Don't worry, I will definitely not tell the second person." Cai Hesen looked at the back of Jingyu leaving in a hurry, smiled and said to himself, "Xiang Jingyu." Four In the tea shop, Zhao Yizhen was reading an English novel.The sun slanted, reflecting her soft and pure face.She frowned slightly, reading very engrossed, and obviously struggling.In front of the counter, Liu Junqing coughed slightly. Zhao Yizhen raised her head and met Liu Junqing's gaze. She became nervous and lowered her head in a panic. Liu Junqing was also very nervous, he said in a dry voice, "I, buy some tea." Zhao Yizhen lowered her head and asked, "What tea do you want?" "Well." Of course Liu Junqing's mind was not on the tea, he pointed casually and said, "That's it." "how much do you need?" "Half a catty." Zhao Yizhen put down the book, took the tea leaves, and weighed them.Liu Junqing's eyes followed her, and when Yizhen turned his head, he covered up his head again, pretending to be reading the book on the counter, which was the English version of "The Sorrows of Young Werther". "Are you reading this book?" Zhao Yizhen smiled, and whispered, "I don't quite understand." "What can't you understand?" Zhao Yizhen: "My English is poor, so I couldn't understand it at first." Liu Junqing opened the title page, pointed to the "Front Poem" and asked, "Is it here?" Zhao Yizhen nodded. "This is a volume poem, the title is "Lotte and Werther". These two lines say: Which boy is not passionate, which girl is not bosom." "Oh!" Yizhen's hand trembled, and the tea leaves splashed all over the counter, which startled her.Liu Junqing quickly helped to block it, but happened to grab Yizhen's hand.Yizhen's face was flushed, she quickly withdrew her hand, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I... I'll give you another half a catty in exchange." "No, it's the same when you clean it up. How about it, you clean it, and I will continue." He folded his hands and leaned against the counter.Yizhen blushed and swept the tea leaves, which fell into Liu Junqing's hands. At this moment, the two of them were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.For the first time, Yizhen's eyes did not avoid Liu Junqing's fiery gaze. Compared with the Cai family, the life of the Liu family is much better.In front of Liu Junqing, besides a good bowl of rice, there were several dishes. Although the portions were small, there were both meat and fish.According to Liu Sanpai's opinion, his son ate in the school cafeteria for a week, and he still doesn't want to eat something good when he gets home? Seeing his son eating the dishes he made with his own hands, Liu Sanpai opened the cloth bundle brought by his son, poured the dirty clothes and socks that were crinkled into a ball into the wooden basin, and lifted the wooden basin with great difficulty. Basin, walked out of the curtain, accompanied by severe coughing, and washed his son's clothes. After dinner, amidst his father's coughing, Liu Junqing impatiently turned on the oil lamp and began to write.In front of him was an English version of "The Sorrows of Young Werther" and a piece of exquisite red letterhead, on which was the translation of the song "Lotte and Werther" that was about to be finished, with neat and delicate handwriting.Hearing that it was finally quiet outside the door, he picked up his pen and started to write again. However, just after writing a word, the more violent coughing sounded again.Liu Junqing was so annoyed that she dropped her pen and opened the door.Under the moonlight, Liu Sanpai tried his best to suppress his cough, and stood up holding a pair of washed trousers, but his waist felt stiff for a while. He stood up with difficulty supporting his waist, and put the clothes on the rope to dry.Liu Junqing, who was originally angry, couldn't help but stop. He was about to retreat to the room, but stopped again, and said softly: "Dad, you are not feeling well, so go to rest early, don't be too tired." In an instant, Liu San's mouth opened wide, his son's rare concern made him stunned, and the corners of his mouth trembled with excitement.Two lines of old tears rolled down Sanpa Liu's face, the great excitement and joy almost made him uncontrollable, and the hands holding the clothes were shaking non-stop.He wiped away his tears vigorously, shook the clothes, and hung the rope to dry. Early the next morning, in Zhao's tea shop, Yizhen saw off a customer who bought tea, picked up a rag and wiped the counter, and suddenly saw a pair of familiar leather shoes standing in front of the counter.For a moment, Yizhen became nervous, her face flushed, and she didn't dare to look up.Liu Junqing pushed a square-folded red letterhead over the counter.Yizhen hesitated, and stretched out his hand to pick it up. Boss Zhao came out with a tray of tea leaves, and lifted the door curtain.Zhao Yizhen shrank her hands in fright, and quickly turned around and called "Dad". On the counter, Liu Junqing took the letter back with a swipe. Boss Zhao ordered his daughter to divide up the designated goods, turned around and saw Liu Junqing, and asked, "Sir, do you want some tea?" Liu Junqing didn't know what to say for a while, and ran away as if fleeing. "Young man, why are you panicking?" Boss Zhao looked at Liu Junqing, and suddenly he turned his head to look at his daughter. Zhao Yizhen was working without raising his head. While her father turned his back to clean up the money in the cash box, Yizhen raised his head and saw Liu Junqing evasively poking his head at a corner in the distance, gesturing to her.Yizhen didn't understand what he meant for a while, and searched for a while along the direction of his finger, only to find that the letter was pressed under the abacus. In the middle of the night, the watery moonlight shines through the window and onto the red letter paper. Zhao Yizhen stared at the letter paper obsessively. On the letter paper was the inscription poem, and underneath it was written "Gift from Liu Junqing, the first provincial teacher". Fives After school that afternoon, Mao Zedong arrived at Yang Changji's house as scheduled. In front of the gate of Yang’s house, the number plate of “Bancang Yang” hangs quietly on the side of the gate. In the courtyard of Yang’s house, orchids are verdant, vines climb the wall, and sunlight shines through the shade of the trees and sprinkles on the fallen leaves on the ground.Looking at the quiet and elegant courtyard with his probe, Mao Zedong took a long breath of fresh air. "Come in." Yang Changji pushed open the door of the study. With a bit of reverence, Mao Zedong followed behind him and walked inward.On the desk, there was a piece of snow-white paper, with four vigorous characters written on it: Learning to store energy. "Study energy storage, this is the first lesson today, and it is also the learning goal that my teacher proposed to you as a disciple." Yang Changji put down his pen, sat down facing Mao Zedong, and said, "Runzhi, a young man walked into the school What is the purpose of learning? It is to learn knowledge, but also to reserve ability. Confucius said: "Quality wins literature to make wild, and literature wins quality to make history." Unable to restrain oneself, one's own ability becomes a wild and destructive force instead; conversely, if one only pays attention to book learning, but lacks the cultivation of practical ability, then knowledge will become dead knowledge, and learning will become pseudo-knowledge. He must be dull and worthless. Therefore, I give you these four words today to let you firmly remember that learning and energy storage must develop in a balanced way, which is indispensable on your way to study Two ways." Mao Zedong asked: "Then, as far as I am today, what kind of knowledge should I cultivate and what kind of ability should I prioritize?" "What kind of knowledge? What kind of ability? Runzhi, your idea is wrong in the first place. Who is Mao Runzhi today? He is only a first-year student in a normal school. You like philosophy and ethics, and you also care about current affairs and society. It is interest and talent, but at the same time, I am also worried that you have entered another misunderstanding, that is, the scope of learning is too narrow! Runzhi, your road to study has just started, how much knowledge have you mastered? How much ability do you have? Prematurely framing the scope of your study of energy storage, not learning extensively, and dabbling in many fields will have all kinds of disadvantages and no benefits in your future. Therefore, after your current study of energy storage, there is still Four words should be added: learn first and learn later." Mao Zedong thought about it, and nodded earnestly: "I understand, only by learning from others' strengths can we confirm each other, and if we stand still, we will be crude and shallow." Yang Changji smiled, he was very pleased that Mao Zedong had such understanding.When talking about the three cardinal principles of Confucianism, Yang Changji took a sip of tea and said: "The theory of the three cardinal principles of Confucianism is indeed an outdated theory. Mr. Chuanshan's "loyalty and filial piety is not based on serving the emperor and relatives, but practicing his own body and mind." 'The theory here is the clear theory." Mao Zedong, who was taking notes, stopped writing and interjected: "I think this statement is actually advocating the spirit of individual independence." "Yes, personal independence. Have you read Tan Sitong's "Ren Xue"? "Ren Xue" further elaborated on this. It believes that individual independent struggle is the key to a person's success, that is, father, son and brother, can not be relied on And I think that the purpose of personal struggle lies in two principles." He took the pen from Mao Zedong's hand and wrote a word on each of the two pieces of paper: Persistence and Endurance. "A strong man is like a rock, which remains unchanged despite the passing of time. A ninja is like a soft man, who is not broken despite hardships and hardships. A persevering man is hard and soft. He will not return despite setbacks, and he will persevere..." "Koudang...Koudang..." The clock on the wall rang at this moment. Mao Zedong looked at the night outside the window and stood up quickly: "Oh! It's so late? Teacher, I'm really sorry to disturb you until this hour, Otherwise, I'll go back first." Yang Changji stretched his arms, and he seemed a little tired, but he said to Mao Zedong, "It's not too late to talk, it's past three o'clock. Forget it, it's so late, and the school has already locked the door. I see, you Let's just live here, anyway, my family members have all returned to the country, and the house is empty and empty. Let's leave tomorrow morning." The next morning, a ray of dawn quietly brightened the sky. The house number of "Itakura Yang" reflects the early morning light, exuding simplicity and simplicity.In the tranquility of the morning, the sound of running water came into the guest room of Yang's residence.Mao Zedong opened his eyes in a daze, put on his coat, rubbed his sleepy eyes and pushed open the door.He suddenly froze: right in front of him, by the well in the small courtyard, Yang Changji was naked, wearing only shorts and a pair of Japanese-style clogs, taking a morning bath with cold water.On the smooth and strong back, clear water flows vertically and horizontally, and the water flows along the body and flows straight to the ground.A wooden spoon scooped up a full spoonful of water from the wooden bucket, and poured cold well water over his head... His expression was solemn, his movements were solemn, and he spit and swallowed, as if he was performing some solemn ceremony.As if sensing someone behind him, Yang Changji turned his head and saw Mao Zedong’s puzzled eyes. He picked up the bath towel beside the well fence, wiped the water on his body, and said, “I’m taking a morning bath. I’ve been used to it for decades. Get up early in the morning, bathe my body with well water, and then recite for half an hour in the morning, and bathe my spirit with the words of sages, so that the spirit and body are refreshed, so that I can get a brand new me and welcome a new day!" Mao Zedong reached out his hand to explore the remaining water in the bucket. The cold well water in the late autumn morning made him shrink back and asked, "Teacher, aren't you cold?" "On the road of one's study, there are many people who are more difficult and harsh than cold water. If you can't stand even a little cold, what's the point of perseverance? Besides, scholars sit too much and lack exercise, which is also a key to a strong body. The best way!" Yang Changji put the towel on his shoulders, sat cross-legged on a stone under a tree in the courtyard, and picked up a book at hand, "Oh, by the way, I don't have the habit of eating breakfast, so I just Don't care about your meal, it's up to you. I'm going to chant in the morning." As if purifying his own soul, Yang Changji closed his eyes and took a long breath before saying loudly: "Yang Changji, time is fleeting, you should cherish it. The sages are wise, and you should always remember..." Afterwards, he opened the book , Sit upright and concentrate, and read aloud, "Zi said: Learning and learning from time to time, isn't it easy to talk? Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? People don't know but are not stunned. Isn't it a gentleman..." In the gradually bright morning light, Yang Changji read like no one else, and the sound of reading books filled the elegant small courtyard like the sound of nature.Looking at the wooden barrel by the well, looking at the teacher who is as quiet as a sculpture in the morning light, and listening to the clear sound of reading as if hovering between heaven and earth, Mao Zedong was almost infatuated. Then he returned to the guest room, and on a "self-defined schedule", from early morning to midnight, each time period, each item of arrangement, densely listed in detail.From then on, this schedule was posted on the bedside of Mao Zedong's dormitory, and accompanied him all the way through the First Division.