Chapter 284

Feng Jin always thinks that she is a noble son of an aristocratic family. She has a good family education and will not make rude behavior under normal circumstances.

Until, he met Jiang Pengji.

Coughing red cheeks, he sort out his manners somewhat embarrassed and cleaned up the messy "crime scene" in front of him, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Lanting, Mr. Yuanjing is a master respected by people all over the world. How can you..."

Speaking of this, Feng Jin really couldn't say it. He found that his brain couldn't find the right words.

Jiang Pengji skimmed her lips and said, "isn't it just a joke? It's just a different way of narration. It's not deliberately slandering him. What are you doing so old-fashioned? Maybe I'll throw my words in front of Mr. Yuanjing, and even he will agree with me."

Feng Jin sighed with sophistication. He really couldn't say anything about the man in front of him.

"Mr. Yuanjing has a wide mind. Naturally, he won't care about you." Feng Jin said.

Because his hand is seriously injured, his right hand will not be able to write for a period of time. Unfortunately, he missed the opportunity of this evaluation. Therefore, he is very free recently. Jiang Pengji will pull him over to play chess or chat to pass the time when she is free, so as not to make him think nonsense.

Whether you are a poor student or a scholar, don't you study hard for many years just to make progress?

Feng Jin didn't show it on her face, but she certainly didn't feel so free and easy in her heart.

Feng Jin knows Jiang Pengji's kindness.

"What are you doing?"

After a fight, Jiang Pengji ordered TA Xue to prepare a table and put it in the courtyard, on which a large stack of cut bamboo paper lay quietly.

"Silent book, I'm idle anyway. When I play chess with you, your mind is not on the chess surface at all. It's boring."

Jiang Pengji knelt on a bamboo collapse, stepped on the snow and lifted her sleeves slightly to help her Polish her ink carefully.

When Feng Jin heard Jiang Pengji expose his absent-minded state, there was a little more embarrassment on her face. She immediately restrained her mind and changed the topic.

"Dictation? The task uncle Liu left you?"

Liu she, as the chief evaluator, went to the examination room early to prepare. In order to avoid suspicion, he won't come back until the end of the evaluation.

According to Feng Jin's thoughts, Liu she attaches so much importance to Jiang Pengji that she will grasp her studies and leave some homework.

Jiang Pengji said, "no, I'm writing about Mr. Cheng's collection."

Mr. Cheng refers to Cheng Cheng.

She "made a deal" with Cheng Cheng before. She provided good bamboo paper. Cheng Cheng copied a copy of his collection to her, but who let Cheng Cheng collect so many books and more than tens of thousands of volumes. When he finished copying, he would have to wait at least a year or two.

Jiang Pengji can't wait that long, but she is free now and can do things better.

The more she integrates into this era, the more things Jiang Pengji sees and understands.

It is true that in ancient times, there were too many places that annoyed her, such as backward science and technology, illiteracy everywhere, barbaric customs and gender discrimination... But it is undeniable that there are also bright spots in this era, such as the wisdom accumulated by our predecessors.

She looked through many art of war books and found that many concepts in them were very consistent with what she had learned. Some seemed superficial, but their essence was very similar. You should know that her past era was separated from this ancient era by at least 10000 or 20000 years!

Jiang Pengji slowly restrained her inner contempt and changed her attitude to study seriously.

If not, she wouldn't have had to go through a lot of trouble to follow Cheng Cheng's collection before.

"At the beginning of human life, people are good in nature; they are similar in nature, but they are far away from each other; if they don't teach, they will move..." Feng Jin sat aside and saw her write down these sentences. Looking back carefully, she didn't seem to have a familiar memory. However, the words were short and concise, which implied some profound truth. He couldn't help but brighten his eyes and asked, "Who wrote this? It's popular and easy to remember. It's interesting."

When Feng Jin asked, a pile of bullets floated across the virtual screen.

[old driver Lianmeng]: Feng Jin, this is the content of the Three Character Classic, the enlightenment textbook of ancient China.

[musician Zhuge Qin demon]: the Three Character Classic is written by Wang Yinglin of Song Dynasty. You don't know who Wang Yinglin is.

[furry leather bag]: checked Du Niang. The author of the Three Character Classic is Wang Yinglin.

[Nongfu mountain spring is a little hanging]: Wang Yinglin of Song Dynasty, but Feng Jin's position as a teenager is not as good as that of Song Dynasty?

In fact, according to the analysis of some great gods, the anchor's current era is somewhat similar to that of the Wei, Jin, North and south.

In addition to the answers, bullets such as "... Raising or not teaching is the fault of the father; teaching is not strict, and the teacher is lazy..." floated on the barrage.

The content is messy and diverse. I'm afraid Jiang Pengji would have been dizzy if she hadn't had a powerful memory.

In the face of Feng Jin's problem, Jiang Pengji hung her eyes and took advantage of his carelessness to take a look at the bullet screen, wrote it down and continued to write.

"I don't know. The characters in the book can't be studied. I just think it's interesting to read it and copy it."

There's something wrong with the painting style broadcast live today. It's as lively as a festival.

When Jiang Pengji said she wanted to copy some books suitable for enlightenment and asked them if they had any good suggestions, the audience in the whole live studio was boiling. They didn't know the ancient classics, but Du Niang must know that if she searched, she could pretend to be a great Confucian in front of the anchor!

Therefore, Jiang Pengji wrote three characters of the Three Character Classic on the first page, and the author wrote "anonymous".

The reason why she didn't write the original author was because she didn't want anyone to investigate who the legendary Wang Yinglin was.

So, how does she know who Wang Yinglin is?

Feng Jin was not surprised by Jiang Pengji's answer. Cheng Cheng had too many big boxes. He also looked at them from a distance. The neat arrangement of the books inside showed the master's intention, but many ancient books were incomplete, let alone who the author was.

"... in the past, Meng's mother chose a neighbor... This is about the three movements of Meng's mother?"

Feng Jin looked at it without blinking. Many of the short and concise words and sentences came from familiar allusions.

Everyone knows the story of Meng's mother moving three times, but it is unheard of to summarize it in a few six words.

Vaguely, Feng Jin felt a strange flash in her heart. She just disappeared too fast and didn't grasp that feeling.

Jiang Pengji frowned and complained, "you're bothering me."

Feng Jin drooped her eyebrows and sat quietly aside.

Good. It's much quieter.

Jiang Pengji continued to transcribe. The audience in the live studio also helped her find various annotation versions, but they didn't paste and copy from a web page at all, resulting in a very complex and chaotic content. She could only delete and scrap several pieces of bamboo paper.

The audience was ebullience to help Jiang Pengji, and there were spectators who make complaints about the opera.

[Nongfu mountain spring is a little hanging]: I thought the anchor could avoid vulgarity and plagiarism, but I don't want you to follow the routine.