Chapter 183: Chemistry starts with the teaching of children

A carriage is galloping on the road, and the trees and grass on both sides of the official road look full of spring. Green mountains, green grass and flowers. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, people will feel tired of it as long as they see it.

"The Tang Kingdom is really big. We have been walking for half a month and have not stopped yet. We have not arrived in Chang'an yet!" The coachman sighed and said helplessly: "Shima Cheng, do you think the Tang Dynasty will go to war with our Daliang?"

Mr. Cen was the Minister of the Secretariat of the Secretariat under the command of Xiao Xian of Liang. At this moment, Mr. Cen Wenben looked melancholy and sighed deeply: "It's not OK, but it's certain. Li Xiaogong went to Shu this time, but the people who came here were not kind!"

At this time, the Tang Dynasty made Cen Wenben feel a little depressed, and this depression made him a little breathless. In the second year of Yining (618), Xiao Xian proclaimed himself emperor and set up all officials, all following the old rules of the Liang Dynasty. He was posthumously named Xiao Cong as Emperor Xiaojing, his grandfather Xiao Yan as King Zhonglie of Hejian, and his father Xiao Xuan as King Wenxian. Dong Jingzhen was named King Jin, Lei Shimeng as King Qin, Zheng Wenxiu as King Chu, Xu Xuanche as King Yan, Wan Zan as King Lu, Zhang Xiu as King Qi, and Yang Daosheng as King Song. At that time, Lin Shihong had occupied Jiangnan. Xiao Xian sent his general Su Huer to attack Yuzhang County and sent Yang Daosheng to capture Nanjun. Zhang Xiu skipped the table of Dingling. It reached the west to Sanxia, ​​south to Jiaozhi, and north to Hanshui. They all belonged to Xiao Xian, with troops reaching 400,000.

To be honest, he was a little dissatisfied with Xiao Xian. If Xiao Xian had more courage, the Liang Kingdom would not be so embarrassed. Xiao Xian had more troops than Li Tang, and his territory was larger than Li Tang, especially the water battle was stronger, so he could completely get rid of the ten streets of Li Tang. Obviously, he had such an advantage, Xiao Xian had a estrangement from the generals at this time.

The younger brother of the Grand Marshal Dong Jingzhen was a general, and was dissatisfied with the intention of causing trouble. He was killed by Xiao Xian for the sake of the incident. Dong Jingzhen was guarding Changsha at that time, and Xiao Xian sent a letter to pardon him and returned him to Jiangling. This was a foolish move. As a general guarding the side, Dong Jingzhen had more than 60,000 troops under his command. If Dong Jingzhen didn't die, how could he move Dong Jingchang?

The result was good. Dong Jingzhen actually led the surrender to Li Xiaogong. With more than 60,000 elite soldiers who were good at water battles, Li Tang's shortcomings that were originally not good at water battles were suddenly made up. At this time, Xiao Xian was still thinking of shaking hands with Li Tang and making peace with him.

Sometimes, I have to say that Xiao Xian’s ideas are really naive.

There is only one way to prevent the tiger from eating the fat meat at its mouth, which is to use a big stick to beat the tiger. At this time, it is meaningless to enter into an alliance with Li Tang. However, Xiao Xian issued an order, and Cen Wenben had to go to Chang'an.

Of course, Cen Wenben had no hope of success for this trip. This time, it was not during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. At that time, there was a market for the alliance and the alliance. Only then would it be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Cen Wenben had to do his best and leave his destiny.

Looking at Cen Wenben's worried look, Zhang Yue, the secretary who was traveling with Cen Wenben, smiled and said, "What are Mr. Cen thinking?"

Cen Wenben shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about what is their true confidence when Li Tang went to war with Zheng, Xia and Liang at the same time!"

"Don't think about it, one is worse than the other!" Zhang Yue smiled bitterly: "Wang Shichong has tens of thousands of soldiers and could have fought against Li Tang for a long time, but who would have thought that in less than a month, Wang Shichong would only have Luoyang City left. Even if he had 100,000 pigs, Li Tang would not be so easy to kill all of them in just one month."

Cen Wenben said in confusion: "Didn't it mean that Wang Shichong defeated Li Shimin in Luoyang? He killed tens of thousands of Tang troops?"

"Do you believe this kind of nonsense?" Zhang Yue said: "Don't listen to Wang Shichong's boast. It's useless for him to annihilate a million Tang troops. Luoyang is still surrounded by Li Shimin, and Wang Shichong is in the siege of Li Shimin..."

Cen Wenben did not continue this heavy topic and changed the topic: "Secretary Zhang, how are your family?"

"It's okay!" Zhang Yue sighed and said, "Last year, my brother was killed by bandits, and everyone else was fine, but the rice price was too expensive, and the salary of 300 stones was too high, so the whole family could barely get enough."

Cen Wenben sighed and said, "You are better than me, I am the only one left in our family!"

Cen Wenben's carriage continued along the official road. Suddenly, Chenjiabao was far away, Cen Wenben said hesitantly: "Secretary Zhang, have you seen this city?"

Zhang Yue shook his head and said, "In the 13th year of Daye, I fled from Guanzhong. There was no such city here." Zhang Yue said in confusion: "Did Wannian County move here? Is it impossible, it is impossible. If Wannian County moves, such a big event in the Tang Dynasty's residence will definitely spread to the world!"

"No rush now, let's go and see this city together!"

In Cen Wenben's eyes, Chenjiabao is just a city, and it is a big city similar to Wannian County, far exceeding the size of an ordinary county town, only a few times than the county town.

Under the control of the coachman, the carriage turned along the official road to Chenjiabao, which only made Cen Wenben stunned. He saw that the carriage on the official road was like flowing water and horses, flowing endlessly, and there were galloping four-wheeled carriages, including manned carriages carrying pedestrians, and also convertible carriages.

"Dangdangdang..." A small bronze bell rang rhythmically. A one-armed old man ringing the bronze bell while shouting: "Second get out of class, get out of class..."

Groups of boys, carrying backpacks, jumped towards the gate. If these children were not wearing reduced-sized Confucian shirts and carrying bookcases woven with rattans on their shoulders, this scene would be like the scene of a random elementary school coming out of school in later generations.

Chenjiabao in Qinglin had now become a huge school. Children walking out of the gate gradually lined up in three people, walking along the road paved with blue bricks like flowing water, towards the canteen in the outer courtyard.

The people of this era are simple. When Chen Ying proposed to prepare a school for free and teach the children of the Chen Family Workshop in Qinglin, these simple craftsmen felt sorry for each other. Some gave money, some came to help the school, or repaired the school buildings, pavilions, flowers and plants for free, and especially the uniform small version of Confucian shirts made for children. There was almost no processing fee for Chen Ying. All of them were the parents of the children who came to help the work, and of course some came to help the canteen to help the kitchen.

Seeing his mother helping the kitchen, the children rushed up to find their sisters or mothers.

Although Chen Ying advocated that boys and girls are the same, there are almost less than one in ten people who actually send girls to study. Although the girls are young, they can help the family get some needles, threads, or spin, or weave cloth.

A pretty girl who looks only twelve or thirteen years old, leaned over and pinched the face of a terrifying child and asked, "Silang, what did sir teach you?"

The child named Shiro said excitedly: "Sister, I can write my name now. The sir has taught me to write my own name!"

The girl brushed her hair and said happily: "Blessed by our ancestors, the fever finally subsided... In this way, I feel relieved!

Siro seemed to remember something, and took out a piece of wooden stick sharpened by willow trees from his backpack. This small wooden stick is actually the children's pen. The children first practice writing on the sand table until they can familiarize themselves with the meaning of the characters and shapes, and then they will write on paper.

Silang held willow branches and wrote the three words "Zhang Renzhong" crookedly on the wetland next to the green brick road.

Cen Wenben was shocked when he looked at the scene of more than 2,000 children carrying bookcases and going to study. The Han Dynasty was established for four hundred years, with 3,000 scholars and 3,000 students, which made Cao Cao and others dare not openly usurp the throne. However, only three years after Li Tang was established, he actually built a huge academy here. Especially these students were mostly young children, but once these students returned to their studies, there would be no shortage of officials in the Tang Dynasty.

Zhang Yue bowed and said, "What have you taught me by sir?"

A chubby child said, "Sir, teach us magic to change the color of flowers, sometimes turning the flowers into purple, sometimes turning the flowers into red, and sometimes turning the flowers into blue! He can also use magic to transform rabbits from white paper, a clean piece of white paper, and he roasted it with fire, and the rabbit spirit came out!"

A quiet boy said: "He also taught us to use green alum oil and alcohol to make pills. The pills are so powerful. They just a little bit, making a white pigeon fascinated! He said this thing is very useful. When fighting, sneaking into the enemy's camp and throwing two bottles of this medicine into it can easily fascinate the enemy's army, and then we can touch it and cut our throats!"

"What kind of medicine is this kind of medicine? It's so stupid, it's ether!"

The children not only said it, but they took a thrust as they said and made a throwing move, then wiped their hands at the neck of their partner beside them, and they cooperated with the movement of kicking their legs and rolling their eyes. Everyone laughed.

Zhang Yue was frightened: "Why do you want to teach you these things? You are still so young, you should teach you friendship, benevolence and righteousness..."

The children said in unison: "General Chen said that they can only teach them friendship, benevolence and righteousness, and only teach them harmless sheep... In this world, the only consequence of grass-fed sheep is to be slaughtered and sold meat by others!"

Cen Wenben fell into silence.

Zhang Yue murmured: "How could this happen? It is obvious that Chen Jiabao is also the Tang Dynasty University of Technology in Chen Ying's eyes, which somewhat subverted his understanding of learning!"

In fact, Chen Ying also knew that both physics and chemistry were a bit sensational. If adults were taught, their minds had long been mature, and the two completely different concepts would definitely collide violently.

In this way, the result will definitely be more than worth the loss.

Therefore, Chen Ying decided to start with teaching chemistry.

Zhang Yue was a little confused, but more of it was a little angry. Because he felt that Chen Ying was simply the life-and-death enemy of Confucianism.

Cen Wenben said, "Is General Chen's words wrong? He only knows kindness and friendship, and in the end he is a sheep that can be slaughtered. He is actually right. Our Chinese blood has been suppressed for too long, so long that people have forgotten that we are descendants of Yan and Huang, and we have forgotten our glory and blood."
Chapter completed!