Chapter 18 18 Composition

Wei Guangde came home from school, and six children were jumping along the riverside path.

It's more than ten miles, which is still a bit far for children, but it's not too difficult to get there if you play and walk all the way.

But on the way, Wei Guangde saw his old friend, the Taoist priest, who visited the Master's house yesterday.

Since they met on the road, the little guys still bowed to the old Taoist priest in a decent manner.

When the old Taoist priest left at noon, they watched Master Sun deliver the person to the door, so naturally they couldn't pretend not to notice.

If the old Taoist priest sees Master Sun this time, well, it seems to be very troublesome to wear a hat of disrespecting the teacher.

China has believed that it has been a land of etiquette since ancient times, so it naturally pays more attention to these things. The books taught by Confucius at the time also had content in this area. They were actually educating them on what to do and what to do.

"Hello Mr. Lin."

The little guys all stood neatly, bowed slightly to salute the old Taoist priest, and said respectfully.

"Hello to you too."

When the old Taoist priest saw these schoolchildren, he naturally recognized them as students of Master Sun's private school, especially the child standing in the middle, who seemed to be named Wei Guangde.

After all, it is a hundred households, and the food, clothing, housing and transportation are the best for the few little ones in front of them.

At this time, Wei Guangde's face was also round, still like a child's. His nose and mouth were very similar to Wei Meng's, but his face shape was not. Wei Meng's face was Chinese.

But this is just because Wei Guangde is still young and his appearance has not yet matured.

Wei Wencai was like this when he was a child, but now that he is sixteen, his face shape has changed significantly.

In terms of appearance, Wei Guangde is not the most outstanding among the children in the private school. He can only be said to be above average. But judging from the current few children, he is certainly the most outstanding.

People rely on clothes, just like gold. Although the material of Wei Guangde's clothes is similar to that of several other children, at least the difference is not very big, and it is not obvious even if you don't use it.

But her small body is still upright, holding up her clothes and looking very energetic.

"Are you going home?"

The place where they met was far away from Madang Town, already seven or eight miles away. The old Taoist priest didn't see any people along the way, so he asked out of curiosity.

"We are all from the Bengshan Hundred Household House in front of us, and we are almost home."

In the distance, farmers are busy working in the vaguely visible fields. This area is actually the farmland of hundreds of households.

"You are from Baihu Institute. Your name is Wei Guangde, right? Is Wei Baihu your father?"

When the old Taoist priest heard Wei Guangde say that they were the children of Bengshan Baihufu, he naturally thought of something.

After Wei Guangde and the old Taoist priest said a few more words, they separated and went their separate ways. After all, they were not familiar with each other and the age gap was also large, so they had nothing to say.

In addition, there are relatives from some family in the castle. Although they don't have much communication with the adults, if they have children of the same age, they can still play together quickly when they meet people with the right temperament.

After bidding farewell to the old Taoist, Wei Guangde and others continued to run home, but they did not notice that the old Taoist priest had been staring at Wei Guangde. Finally, he sighed and said to himself: "I still don't have enough cultivation to see through this." child."

In fact, from the first glance in the private school, the old Taoist felt that Wei Guangde was a short-lived prime minister. Logically speaking, he should have died at around ten years old. However, seeing that the child who is now eleven years old is doing well, it does not seem like he will die early. Yao's fate.

At this time, the old Taoist priest could only think that his cultivation was not enough, and his practice of fortune-telling was not deep enough.

After entering the military fort gate, a child asked: "Yutou, will you come out to play later?"

"Yeah, take that blunderbuss and let's shoot the birds."

"Can you take the slingshot?"

Hearing a few children chattering on the side and talking again, Wei Guangde thought for a while and then said: "Master introduced the composition this afternoon and asked us to come back and write one according to our understanding, and then we should practice calligraphy. If we can't hand in the homework well, , I’m afraid I’ll be punished tomorrow morning.”

Wei Guangde thought about the homework assigned by Master Sun in the afternoon. The requirements seemed not high, but he didn't write it.

The essay that Master Sun asked them to write was not the essay required in later schools, but the eight-legged essay.

This afternoon was usually a time for practicing calligraphy and reading, but the master started to teach them how to write eight-legged essays.

Briefly introduces the fixed format of the eight-part essay, that is, the eight parts, namely breaking the topic, carrying the topic, starting the speech, entering the topic, starting the part, the middle part, the back part, and the closing part, and requires the last four parts. Each part has two strands of parallel text.

Because they only learned "The Great Learning", Master Sun did not set the topic, but let the little ones play freely. If they thought it was easy to write, they would choose the section from the original text to write.

In fact, in the afternoon class, Wei Guangde also had a partial understanding of the class, and he still couldn't figure out how to write the essay.

He had heard of the eight-part essay back then, and it was also included in his textbooks, but he couldn't write it at all, and the education back then didn't require it.

Therefore, at this time, Wei Guangde was not sure whether he could write.

I think back when I read historical articles on the Internet. Most of the seniors who were in almost the same situation as me were top students in liberal arts. They were either majoring in archeology or studying history. They were pretty awesome anyway.

Although they were not very good at writing eight-part essays, most of them had read many so-called top-ranking essays from the Ming and Qing dynasties. Then, the benefit of traveling back in time was that their memory was so good that they could easily remember and write it down exactly as it was. They either won six or three prizes in a row.

In fact, privately, Wei Guangde also felt that his travel back in time was quite difficult. He was completely unprepared and envied those predecessors who could travel back and forth.

However, Wei Guangde was still very satisfied, at least he did not travel back in time as an animal or a plant.

Wei Guangde was not sure if he traveled back in time as a non-human, then he would have no luck, but he was still a human after all.

He felt a little uneasy, because after being educated by the ruler during that period, Wei Guangde had obstacles in his heart and did not want to continue to be beaten.

"Forget about it today. I'd better go home and think about how to write and hand in today's homework."

"What's there to worry about? The teacher said to write whatever you want. Write whatever you understand. Even if you write badly tomorrow, it should be fine."

Zhang Ji said at this moment. He was a little thick-skinned. It didn't hurt much after the teacher hit him a few times. Naturally, he didn't think too much. It's better to go bird hunting.

"If you want to go, go. I'll go back and think about it. We'll talk about it later."

Wei Guangde saw that several friends were eager to try when talking about bird hunting. He didn't want to refuse them, so he just said perfunctorily.

After entering the military fort, the children quickly separated and went home.

Wei Guangde entered the gate of his house and didn't see his father and eldest brother in the front yard. In the past, there were people in the front hall at this time.

But he didn't think too much, so he went straight to the backyard. When he entered the door, he saw several maids and old women standing near the gate. He felt strange.

"Aunt Li, why are you all standing here? Why don't you go into the house to serve?"