Chapter 105 On Science

The teaching of Suiyang Academy is not much different from that of Sanzui'an. The teacher teaches according to the content of the subject examination.

When these things were in Fuzhou, Yang Yanzhao had already learned from Geng Yuanfu, so for a moment, he didn't understand the intention of his teacher sending him to Suiyang Academy.

Fortunately, Suiyang Academy has a large library, and the academy is not strict with Mingdezhai students, so Yang Yanzhao spends most of the time in the library.

The library is an elegant three-story small building. On the ground floor are classic books. Yang Yanzhao happens to have shortcomings in these, so he does not go up and reads carefully every day by the window on the bottom.

Of course, other disciples from the college often come here, but most of them go upstairs, and Korean Hua also comes to the library alone every day, reading books silently at the bottom.

Therefore, from time to time, groups of students went upstairs along the wooden ladder and looked at Han Guohua in awe, and when their eyes moved to Yang Yanzhao not far away, they changed to contempt.

Yang Yanzhao didn't care about these at all, and Mingdezhai didn't go. He entered the library at sunset and left at the old man who had white hair in the building at sunset.

After a long time, he has become familiar with South Korea. When they meet, Yang Yanzhao will smile at him. Although the latter's face is still as meticulous as usual, he will at least respond stiffly.

In addition to studying, Wen Zhongshu will also come to the library to see Yang Yanzhao, but most of the time he does not disturb him. He also takes the scriptures and watches them quietly. After the sunset closes, he will leave with Yang Yanzhao.

When the two of them went back, they were also on their way, and Wen Zhongshu also liked to talk about the past and the present with Yang Yanzhao at this time. He often crossed the road without noticing it, and followed Yang Yanzhao's courtyard.

At this time, Yang Yanzhao will leave him to have a meal. At first, the latter will be a little emotional, but he will get used to it several times.

After dinner, Wen Zhongshu left, and Yang Yanzhao read at night. There was not much time, and he had to compete with time to understand what he had learned during the day.

Seeing that Guo Huai had nothing to do, Yang Yanzhao simply took out the book Xue Yuyu passed to him. Anyway, Guo Huai was from his own mountain gate. Looking at it, the little uncle would not be blamed.

In this way, Guo Huai is also happy. After all, this is what Xue Yuyu has learned in her life. Now he is grateful to Yang Yanzhao and goes to understand.

On this day, Yang Yanzhao was still reading books in the library. The Korean Hua opposite did not come. He was accompanied by him silently for several days, but now he is not used to it.

Spread out the book and was planning to study, but Wen Zhongshu hurried in. "Brother Yanzhao, what are you still doing here? Master Zhang is jumping in a hurry."

Hearing this anxious words, Yang Yanzhao was a little puzzled, "What's the matter, Brother Bingyang?"

"Brother Yanzhao is the end of the month today. The college holds a discussion every day. How can you still sit here? Hurry up and follow me to Yuwentang. Zhang Shi has been urging for a long time and sent several waves of people to find you!"

On science? Yang Yanzhao had some impression that that was what Zhang Hao mentioned when he led him to see the mountain chief. It seemed to be a matter of debates between middle school students in colleges and so on.

Looking at the scroll in his hand, he put a small note in it, and later put the book in place, followed Wen Zhongshu, who was already sweating and looked out.

To be from the bottom of my heart, Yang Yanzhao doesn't want to participate in these so-called academics. He has a little pen and ink in his heart, and there is no one in his eyes. The nerd with an extremely arrogant tone will only ask for his own unhappiness.

But after all, Zhang Hao asked him to go. If he doesn't look at the monk's face, he has to look at the Buddha's face. So even if he is a little reluctant, he still wants to show up.

Yuwen Hall is in the southeast corner of the college. At the end of each month, many students gather to show their head in the theory held there. Therefore, even if it is not open on ordinary days, Yuwen Hall is also a well-known place in the college.

Of course, some people don't know that it is Yang Yanzhao.

Under Wen Zhongshu's constant urging, Yang Yanzhao had to speed up his pace and finally arrived at Yuwen Hall, while Zhang Hao had already stood at the door, stretching his neck and looking out from time to time.

Seeing Yang Yanzhao following Wen Zhongshu, Zhang Hao couldn't help but light up and immediately greeted him. "Yanzhao, where have you been? Why can't you see him at such a critical moment? If Bingyang hadn't found you, I'm afraid you would have been looked down by the old man Pingze again this time."

With that, he took Yang Yanzhao to the Yuwen Hall, and at this time, a good cry came.

"Brother Guangbi is agile and different from ordinary people. It's really wonderful!"

Hearing this call, Zhang Hao was even more anxious. He turned around, dragged Yang Yanzhao's sleeves, and strode hurriedly to Yuwen Hall.

Seeing Zhang Shi, those onlookers made their debut one after another, and Yang Yanzhao also took advantage of the situation to see the situation in the room clearly.

Yuwentang is also a big room, with a table in the middle, which seems to be like those who sing operas. Han Guo Huazheng, who often sees in the library, stands proudly on it with his hands.

Under the wooden platform, there are dozens of wooden chairs sitting on the master of the college, and Di Qing, whose hair is full of flowers and a bun, is also among them. He is stroking his beard with a smile, wearing purple clothes on the left side, and two middle-aged men standing behind him in black attendants whispering.

He glanced at the two quiet attendants, and Yang Yanzhao's eyes suddenly narrowed. He could clearly feel that these two people were masters.

From this point of view, the status of the middle-aged man in purple clothes can be imagined.

In the laughter of the people in Yuwentang, a superintendent in black stood up from the wooden chair, walked to the wooden platform, and coughed twice, "Cough, if no other students are on the stage to argue, then the winner of this thesis is Han Guangbi."

"Wait!"

Zhang Shi couldn't wait to shout. This sound attracted the eyes of the whispering people in the Yuwen Hall. Di Qing also turned around. When he saw Zhang Hao and Yang Yanzhao, the smile on his round face was a little stronger.

Turning around, Di Qing whispered something to the middle-aged man in purple beside him. Later, the two looked at each other and smiled and did not say anything. When the supervisor saw that Di Qing did not speak, he had to signal to continue the discussion.

At this time, Yang Yanzhao is listening to Wen Zhongshu whispering to explain the topic of today's theory. Water can carry a boat or overturn it.

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help frowning. This statement came from the mouth of Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. It has been known to the world for hundreds of years, but if you really move it to the stage to argue, it will inevitably involve the two aspects of the king and the people.

South Korea is standing at the end of the water. From ancient times to the present, there can be no boat without water, no king without people, coupled with the reputation of the imperial court and so on, the side in the character of the king is naturally weak.

"Brother Yanzhao, the distinction between water and boat seems simple, but it is extremely difficult, and more words will be lost. I hope Brother Yanzhao can treat it carefully."

Wen Zhongshu whispered a reminder at the end. He was repeatedly asked by South Korea's Chinese, and he almost said something rebellious. Fortunately, he could shut his mouth at a critical moment, otherwise he didn't know where to spend the night tonight.

Feeling that everyone was looking at him, Yang Yanzhao's nervousness became tighter. There was no other way but to walk to the wooden platform first.

Seeing the disciples brought by Zhang Shi on the stage, although most of the students know nothing about Yang Yanzhao, when they think of Zhang Shi's usual quarrel with the mountain chief, they can't help thinking about what kind of rhetorical fight the two will be on the stage. They can only pray in their hearts that Yang Yanzhao can last more time on the stage. In the same way, they can also have a full fight. The blessing of the eyes.

Yang Yanzhao, who was thinking while walking, ignored these eager moods. What he was thinking about was how to defeat South Korea.

Since he is here, Yang Yanzhao naturally can't return it. Even if he doesn't like to compete for these nicknames, he should let people know that where Yang Yanzhao is there, others have to retreat to second.

Only in this way can we reach a high position.

Looking at the approaching platform, Yang Yanzhao's scattered thoughts suddenly became clear. Zhou and Shui, this is a problem that can't convince the other half.

Just like the contradiction, it is a problem that can't be separated. Why should we treat it separately?

There was a calculation in his heart, so he became a little calm. He stepped on the wooden platform, and the smile on his face was gentle and warm. He saluted Han Guo Hua slightly, "Brother Guangbi."

Hearing what Yang Yanzhao said, the latter seemed to be a little surprised. Although the two often met in the library, Han Guohua still did not know the name of the young man who was buried at the bottom of the library with him, let alone how he knew his name.

However, due to the affection, South Korea slightly nods and responds, so as not to make people laugh at him for losing his etiquette in public.

The two saluted like this, and Yu Wentang also calmed down. They began to hold their breath and look at the wooden platform, waiting for the beginning of the fierce debate in their minds.

"Brother Guangbi, I wonder if you have ever heard a story?"

There was a casual opening, which made the Korean Hua, who was ready to refute, was stunned for a moment. Not only he, but also the people in Yuwentang did not know why.

Of course, Zhang Hao, sitting in front of the wooden platform, squinted with a smile, as if he had expected that Yang Yanzhao would have a surprising way to win.

Without the time to react to South Korea, Yang Yanzhao continued, "That year, I was still young. One day in early summer, I sneaked out to play. Somehow, I suddenly walked to a pond.

Under the weeping willows in the pond, an old man with a white beard was fishing with a pole. At that time, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the old man seemed to be asleep, but whenever the fish was hooked, he would quickly mention the fishing rod, took the fish off with a smile, and then threw his hand into the pond and continued to be in the pond. While fishing.

Why didn't it happen?"

Like telling a story, Yang Yanzhao said softly, and his question came out. Obviously, the people around him frowned more tightly. Seeing this scene, he understood that he had drawn these people's attention from why they told the story to the story, so he was secretly happy.

Seeing that Han Guohua didn't say anything, Yang Yanzhao said again, "I was curious and interesting in my heart, so I squatted aside and watched the old man repeat all afternoon. When it was sunset, he put away the fishing rod and smiled and planned to turn around and leave.

Seeing that he was about to leave, I quickly went up to stop him. After telling the question, the old man laughed louder, pointed to the pond with green lotus leaves floating behind him and said, 'The pond is angry because of the fish, and the fish also survives because of the water in the pool. In this case, why should we separate them?'

After saying that, the old man laughed and left. At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I didn't understand the meaning of the old man's words. However, it was indeed a beautiful scene to see the fish swimming under the lotus leaves.

Speaking of this, Yang Yanzhao stopped, because his story was finished, and in the Yuwentang, Zhang Shi laughed even more happily. Di Qing, not far away, shook his head angrily and glanced at him a few times, but the latter was unmoved and still smiled.

"Brother, the details of Taiwan are clear about the truth, which is beyond Han Guangbi's reach. Please also inform us of your name so that South Korea can know where the mistake is."

Han Guo Hua suddenly bent down and saluted, which immediately stunned other students who were still unaware of the reason, and even some people were surprised and lost their voices.

"Brother Guangbi is serious. The college holds a thesis. It was originally to let students learn from each other's strengths, but today it's just nonsense. As for the surname, the next surname is Yang, and the single name is Jing. Brother Guangbi can also call me Yanzhao.