Jingnan hundred waste, everything is on track, fleeing to the 120,000 people have settled in Jingnan, Wuxi Miao also all down the mountain to settle, just two months time, Jingnan’s population nearly tripled.
In terms of population alone, Jingnan County was already the number one county in Taizhou Prefecture.
A well-planned village rose up, a reclaimed field crisscrossed ……
One by one, projects that benefit the country and the people are being carried out in Jingnan, such as water conservancy projects and anti-boner projects. ……
Jingnan is vibrant everywhere.
Crackling, a burst of firecrackers sounded in Xixi Village, followed by a burst of children and adults cheered.
Behind the firecrackers burned out a burst of smoke, is a three-room private school, private school plaque with a red cloth cover.
In front of the private school is crowded with people, in the middle of the most is Zhu Pingan and the county court room Liu Dianliang and other people.
Zhu Pingan at the end of the work for food project, the people have settled down, then began to start to persuade the school.
Education is the key to a hundred years of planning.
In this feudal hierarchical society, education was almost the fundamental way for the children of the humble family to rise!
Zhu Pingan built a hundred of these private schools according to the distribution of villages in the reconstruction of homes in lieu of food for work project. After the work-for-food project came to an end, Zhu Pingan visited Jingnan, respectfully inviting some of Jingnan’s children’s students and talents to come out and serve as private school teachers, taking on the important task of enlightening the four miles and eight villages.
“County Honour, please unveil the plaque for our Xixi private school.”
After the firecrackers finished burning, a hale and hearty white-bearded old man came forward and arched his hand to Zhu Pingan.
This white-bearded old man was the Xixi Private School’s teaching teacher that Zhu Pingan had respectfully invited, named Wang Guanjuan, an old Xiu Cai who had failed to pass his exams. He had fled to Jingnan with his son’s family and had now settled in Xixi Village. After repeatedly failing in the imperial examinations, he had given up on them, and after Zhu Pingan’s invitation, he gladly accepted.
“Master Wang, as the Xixi private school teacher, please unveil the plaque with me.”Zhu Pingan nodded his head and resumed reaching out his hand to the polite invitation to Husbandman Wang.
“Then the old man will be generous.”Husbandman Wang laughed, salty and honoured by Zhu Pingan’s invitation to unveil the plaque with him.
“Old Master please.”
“Prefectural Governor, please.”
After the two men made their courtesies, one of them pulled one end of the red silk and together they unveiled the plaque of the Xixi Private School.
The surrounding people burst into cheers and applause, looking at the private school in front of them, they were thrilled in their hearts. These two months to participate in the food for work, their hands have saved a sum of money, the county honourable compassion, and for us to apply for a tax exemption, life all of a sudden a lot of surplus. Now, the county governor has built a private school for us, really thinking of us in every way. I will definitely bring the youngest child in the family to the private school …….The old ancestor said, all things are inferior, but only the study of high ah! If you know how to read and write, even if you can’t catch up with us, at least you won’t be as blind as we are, as long as you can read and write, you will be able to find a good job in the town and the county in the future.
After the unveiling of the plaque, under the auspices of the ceremonial room’s husband Liu, Zhu Pingan led a group of officials and people to pay homage to the Confucius Sage, offered sacrifices, and fulfilled a series of opening ceremonies before officially announcing the opening of the Xixi Private School.
“Prefectural Governor, the old man has the honour to have an ungrateful request.”After the opening of the Xixi Private School, Husbandman Wang arched his hand towards Zhu Pingan and said.
“Husbandman Wang, please speak.”Zhu Pingan said in a warm voice.
“Xixi Private School opened with insufficient heritage, so I would also like to ask County Honour to give an ink treasure to add to the heritage of the private school. Moreover, seeing the virtuous is thinking of the wise, with the county honourable’s ink treasure in place, it would be good to inspire the children to advance in the future.”Husbandman Wang bowed and said, “Please also ask County Honour to grant this ungrateful request of the old man, otherwise the old man will not get up.”
“Husbandman Wang is overstating his case, please rise quickly. The old husband is all for the growth of his juniors, it’s reasonable and sensible, how could this official not respond.”Zhu Pingan stepped forward to help Husbandman Wang up, and responded in one gulp.
Seeing this, a few discerning people from Xixi Village busily set up the table and sent up ink, paper and inkstones.
All of a sudden, a group of people, all of them were looking at Zhu Pingan with bated breath, waiting to see the county honourable gentleman give them ink treasures.
“County Honour, please use the tea.”The Rizheng of Xixi Village went forward and offered a cup of tea to Zhu Pingan with both hands.
He was thinking about Zhu Pingan, he was also educated and knew that writing poems and essays was not like a crop farmer doing farm work and just doing it, this writing of poems and essays was a delicate work that needed time to conceptualise.
The reason why Cao Zhi’s seven-step poem in the Three Kingdoms is famous in history is because he used seven steps to make a poem.
It took seven steps to make a poem, and now it’s famous in history. The county government must not be well conceived.
Therefore, the Wuxi Village’s Rizheng gave Zhu Pingan a cup of tea with both hands, intentionally hot tea, the intention is to give Zhu Pingan more time to conceive, drink the tea and then write it. The county governor is always thinking of the people, we also have to be grateful.
“Thank you, Rizheng. This tea is a little hot, and when I finish my inscription, it will be just right to drink.”Zhu Pingan thanked Li Zheng and took the hot tea with both hands, feeling that the tea was rather hot, he casually put it aside.
Ah?
Inscription before drinking tea?
Rizheng couldn’t help but freeze, gulping a mouthful of saliva, doesn’t the county dignitary even need time to conceptualise it? Ancient Guan Yu warm wine fried Hua Xiong, no, beheading Hua Xiong, county honourable today is warm tea inscription ink treasure?
On the side of the table, Master Wang was also stunned.
After placing the tea aside, Zhu Pingan picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and put it down on the paper.
It was true that Zhu Pingan did not need to compose! Because, he has hundreds of years of history, after Ming Jiajing and up to modern times, there are countless excellent persuasive poems like the sands of the Ganges River, so where does Zhu Pingan need to conceive ah.
Speaking of persuasive poems, Zhu Pingan had a “Song of Tomorrow” floating out of his mind. Tomorrow is again tomorrow, how many tomorrows are there ……This poem of exhortation, Zhu Pingan had learnt it by heart in primary school.
For his own schooling career, it could be said to have a profound impact, like a preventive shot against procrastination.
Therefore, as soon as Husbandman Wang opened his mouth, Zhu Pingan wanted to have this “Song of Tomorrow” released in advance.
Thus, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhu Pingan put pen to paper and wrote this “Song of Tomorrow”, without adding anything to the text, in a single breath.
Song of Tomorrow
Tomorrow comes again and again, how many tomorrows there are.
If I live to see tomorrow, everything will be wasted.
If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring and autumn will come and go.
The water flows eastward in the morning, and the sun sets in the west in the evening.
How long can a hundred years of tomorrow last?Please listen to my song of tomorrow.
“Good! Great goodness! Your honour is worthy of being the first scholar of the Ming Dynasty! It’s written without adding anything to it! This is not only catchy and suitable for recitation, but also has far-reaching educational significance, warning and exhorting people to seize the day and finish today’s work today, or else tomorrow will be a waste of time! Within a few years, this work of your honour will spread throughout the Ming Dynasty, which is a great achievement, far better than building thousands of private schools! I thank you on behalf of the thousands of children who are studying at the school!”
Old Master Wang saw this “Song of Tomorrow” and read it once, excitedly bursting into old tears, he made a long bow to Zhu Pingan.
