The skinny horse came up to him uninterested, and Zhu Ming didn't bother to drive it away, letting the beast follow him step by step.

Zhu Guoxiang said as he walked: "Forget it, we are not made to be beggars."

Ju Ming gritted his teeth and said, "If it doesn't work out, just go back downstream and become a bandit in that Black Wind Village!"

"If you are always hungry, you can only become a bandit." Zhu Guoxiang's moral bottom line dropped again and again.

Modern people who grew up under the red flag certainly don’t want to be bandits.

After saying that, both father and son fell into silence and walked forward without speaking.

When passing by several thatched houses, the sound of reading came from the courtyard: "Looking at the moonlight in front of the bed, I suspected it was frost on the ground. I looked up at the mountains and the moon, and lowered my head to think about my hometown."

Zhu Ming suddenly turned around and looked at his father, and Zhu Guoxiang also looked at his son in surprise.

Zhu Guoxiang was the first to speak: "Students talk better."

"That's not necessarily true, but you can give it a try." Zhu Ming said happily.

The father and son ran towards the front of the yard, which was also surrounded by a fence.

In the middle of the yard is compacted soil, and there is a long and narrow vegetable bed near the fence. Four mulberry trees are planted in the vegetable bed, and vegetables are planted around the mulberry trees. There are five thatched houses in total, and a child is sitting at the door of the main room reciting poems.

Suddenly a young woman brought out a small table and stools and placed them in the yard for dinner.

This is because it is almost evening and the light inside the thatched house is not good, so I eat outside to save lamp oil.

The young woman had just set up the table and stools when another old woman came out carrying a clay pot.

The young woman asked: "Do you know this poem by heart?"

The child nodded proudly: "Mom, I can already carry it."

The young woman said: "Then you can eat once you recite it again."

With a smile on her face, the old woman continued to go back to the house to get the bowl, and the sound of children reciting poems resounded in the yard again.

The child was about five or six years old. He stood there with his head held high and his chest high, reciting in a childish voice: "Looking at the moonlight in front of the bed, I suspected it was frost on the ground. I looked up at the mountains and the moon, and lowered my head to miss my hometown."

"Very good, I can recite it fluently. Come sit down and eat." The young woman said happily.

Zhu Guoxiang stood outside the hospital, a little confused when he heard: "Why is it different from what I learned when I was a child?"

Ju Ming shouted loudly: "Wrong, wrong, wrong poem!"

A fence certainly cannot block the view.

The young woman heard the sound and looked outside the courtyard, and found two short-haired men standing on the roadside. She couldn't help but stand up, walked to the vegetable patch, and asked through the fence: "Why did you say you memorized the poem wrong?"

Ju Ming said: "Li Taibai's poem should be like this. There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown."

"There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed..." The young woman chewed the poem repeatedly, nodded subconsciously and said, "After changing it, it doesn't have a special charm, but do you respect the revised sentence?"

Ju Ming said: "Li Taibai's original sentence is like this, I did not change it privately."

The young woman was even more puzzled: "But the "Collected Works of Li Taibai" and the "Elementary School Poems" both write about 'watching the moonlight in front of the bed'."

"They are all wrong." Zhu Ming refused to change his words.

In fact, Ju Ming was able to confirm that the "Silent Night Thoughts" he learned was a modified version, while what the children in front of him recited was the original version.

Literati in the Song Dynasty liked to adapt books, not only literary works, but also Confucian classics. Many things in later generations were changed by them.

Take the Neo-Confucianists as an example. First, they made two changes to the original text of "The Great Learning". On this basis, Zhu Xi then changed the text and arranged its order.

There were a lot of revised versions of "The Great Learning" in the Song Dynasty, but the Ercheng version was the most influential.

In their attitude towards Confucian scriptures, the people of the Song Dynasty insisted on "the Six Classics annotate me" and would not foolishly follow the classics.

The old woman had come out with the dishes and chopsticks, and saw her daughter-in-law talking to a strange man. Although she was a little unhappy about this, it was related to her grandson's studies, so she just stood there and listened quietly.

The young woman asked: "Does your Majesty have the original Taibai?"

Zhu Ming took the opportunity to hit the snake with a stick: "I was so hungry that I couldn't explain it for a while."

The young woman looked at her mother-in-law, and the old woman nodded in agreement.

So the young woman invited: "I am a distinguished guest passing by. Please come and have some food."

"That would be disrespectful." Zhu Ming grinned.

Zhu Guoxiang shook his head repeatedly. He suddenly had a deeper understanding of his son's shamelessness.

But, it smells so good!

Zhu Guoxiang quickened his pace and couldn't wait to go in for dinner.
Chapter completed!