The first navigator of the Ming Dynasty

In the Jishan Institute of Yanwangfu, there are five wooden tables in a house, and pen, ink, paper, and inkstones are scattered on the tables.

Walking into the room, there was still some crumpled scrap paper on the floor.

On the wooden table, there were several circles drawn on a few sheets of white paper in a messy pile of rice paper, and there were several large forks.

Zheng Hai unfolded the paper with circles and forks on the table little by little, and a turtle with a stick pen appeared in front of him.

Xiao Diyun's little hand picked up a crumpled paper ball from the ground, and learned Zheng Hai to unfold the paper ball little by little, drawing circles one after another on the crumpled paper.

Xiao Diyun asked Zheng Hai: "Brother Hai, is this painting silver?" "

It should be an egg."

"Oh!" Xiao Diyun replied softly, and muttered, "But this is obviously silver!"

At this time, Xu Miaojin and the chubby Zhu Gaochi walked in behind an old gentleman.

The old gentleman pointed to Xiao Diyun, looked at Ma He, and asked, "Grandpa Ma, did you send this little brother to study in Zongxue?"

Ma He bowed and said, "Please, old man." In addition, my righteous brother also troubles the old gentleman to teach!" The old gentleman

looked at Zheng Hai from top to bottom and asked, "This little brother should take the test for fame." Old man, I'm afraid that the professor won't be able to do anything.

Zheng Hai arched his hand and just wanted to say a few polite words, but the old gentleman who taught had already walked into the room and walked towards the open carved lattice wooden window.

Next to the wooden window were a table and a chair, with a few small shoe prints on the table and the chair. Obviously, this is what Zhu Gaochi said earlier, the remains of the scene where Zhu Gaochu and Zhu Gaosui jumped out of the window and escaped.

The old gentleman closed the open wooden lattice window, and said without looking back: "The second prince and the third prince have run away, so you can find a place to sit down by yourself." Today, we will not talk about the scriptures, but let's practice calligraphy and copy articles. The

little fat man Zhu Gaochi sat down at the first table, on which several scriptures were neatly stacked, and pen, ink, paper, and inkstones were lined up in turn.

He expertly opened a Confucian classic, his chubby little fingers darling across the yellowed paper, the pages of the book cheering.

After a while, his little fingers stopped jumping, and his hands pressed gently down on the book. The books that were originally a little swollen were quietly unfolded, like an obedient good child, sitting motionless.

Confucian classics were placed in front of the table by Zhu Gaochi, and the thread-bound books were separated from the middle, like two neat squares of soldiers. The traditional block letters are arranged vertically, as if they are soldiers waiting for Zhu Gaochi to review.

Zhu Gaochi glanced at the books, then carefully spread the rice paper on the table, and gently smoothed his little fingers from the middle of the paper to both sides. Holding one end with one hand, he picked up the rosewood carved crouching deer ruler with the other hand and gently pressed it, and then sat down on the chair with satisfaction.

His big fat ass suddenly took over three-quarters of the spacious chair, and the chair's babbling was suppressed.

Zhu Gaochi picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, put it down, and after a while, he was immersed in the beauty of writing, and he didn't notice Zheng Hai who was quietly observing behind him.

Zheng Hai, Xiao Diyun, and Xu Miaojin each found a table and chair to sit down.

Zheng Hai looked at Xu Miaojin next to him, and saw that Xu Miaojin was also familiar with the road, so he picked up the brush and began to copy it.

Xiao Diyun looked at Zheng Hai with a painful expression on his face, and whispered, "Brother Hai, I can't write."

Zheng Hai looked at the brush on the table and was also embarrassed, he had never practiced calligraphy, and used to use fountain pens, ballpoint pens and water-based pens.

Zheng Hai turned his head to look at Xiao Diyun: "Xiaoyun, I won't either, but we can learn slowly."

"You can't even write?" Xiao Xu Miaojin said excitedly: "Forgot... Beggars are illiterate! I didn't expect that you, surnamed Zheng, are also illiterate. I thought you were very powerful, but it turned out to be pretended..."

"Who said I couldn't read!" Zheng

Hai was very unconvinced, picked up a linear book on the table, opened it and saw that it was a vertical row of traditional characters, which happened to be the article "University".

Although Zheng Hai usually uses simplified characters, he still recognizes traditional characters. Even if there are people he doesn't know, he can guess it in context, plus he has read the article "University".

So, he confidently read to Xu Miaojin: "The way of the university is in Mingmingde, in being close to the people, and in stopping at perfection." This is called Zhiben, and this is

known to the best..."Ma He, who had originally retreated to the side, also looked over when he heard Zheng Hai's voice, and his eyes showed a look of relief. He didn't expect that his long-lost friend had good knowledge.

Xiao Diyun looked at Zheng Hai is expression of admiration, and then snorted coldly at Xu Miaojin, and replied: "Don't look down on beggars! My brother Hai is not an ordinary beggar

!" "Phew!" Xiao Xu Miaojin turned his face disdainfully and didn't look at Xiao Diyun. Although she was also a little surprised by Zheng Hai, in order not to make Xiao Diyun proud, she pretended not to care.

Zheng Hai responded to Xiao Diyun very cooperatively: "That's it! Don't look down on

beggars! In my hometown, beggars beg for even more money than many people receive! Beggars are not just anyone can be beggars!" "Your hometown? Isn't your hometown in Yunnan?" Xiao Xu Miaojin listened to Zheng Hai's words with some disbelief, and said with a smile: "Aren't the beggars in Yunnan beggars? Or are the people in Yunnan very wealthy and give beggars a lot of money?" Zheng Hai

suddenly fell silent.

His hometown is China in the 21st century, a world where even beggars use mobile phone QR codes to collect money, a world where beggars can earn more than white-collar wages, and a rejuvenating power that is about to crush a superpower...

Not to mention that people in the Ming Dynasty would not believe Zheng Hai's words more than 600 years ago, even in the 21st century before Zheng Hai crossed over, many people would not believe that beggars would earn more than the wages of white-collar workers.

However, this kind of thing really exists! It's incredible, it's as incredible as Zheng Hai has crossed through inexplicably.

"The surname Zheng, aren't you very powerful? Why don't you speak!" Xu Miaojin saw that Zheng Hai was silent, she thought that her words had stung Zheng Hai, so she changed the topic and said: "Why don't you write, you can't even write, right?"

Zheng Hai came back to his senses, looked at the brush on the table with a helpless expression, he really couldn't write calligraphy.

He looked at the back of Zhu Gaochi in front of him who was concentrating on writing, his eyes were full of admiration, and then he looked at Xu Miaojin next to him with rows of beautiful block letters, which were pleasing to the eye and made him admire.

Zheng Hai smiled bitterly and said, "I really can't

write calligraphy!" "Brother Hai, what if we don't know how to write calligraphy, don't we live the same well! Brother Hai, we don't learn from them!" Xiao Diyun expressed disdain for Xu Miaojin.

Before Xiao Xu Miaojin could refute Xiao Diyun, she heard Zheng Hai say: "Xiaoyun, we won't, but we can learn! As long as we work hard, we must be no worse than

them!" "Yes! Xiao Hai is right, Xiaoyun, you have to study hard and work hard, and you will definitely be like them in the future!" Ma He, who had originally retreated to the side, suddenly spoke.

Seeing Xiao Diyun lower his head, Ma He said again: "When we were young, we encountered war, so we couldn't study and practice calligraphy well, and now you can study and study hard, you must work hard, you know?" Xiao Diyun

said this to Zheng Hai and Ma He, no matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't say it, so he had to respond in a whisper: "Brother Sanbao, I know, I will work hard!" The

old teacher of Ji Shansuo came over and smiled: "The son can be taught." The

old gentleman walked up to Xiao Diyun and Zheng Hai with a brush, and said to the two: "Since you two have not learned, then you follow the old man to learn, first take the pen like the old man..."

They begin to practice calligraphy, starting with the simplest strokes and the most basic characters.

Zheng Hai imitated the old gentleman's appearance, using his thumb, index finger, middle finger and ring finger to fix the brush, the tip of the wolf brush was dipped in black ink, and he brushed the tip of the pen by the inkstone, and moved the brush to the white rice paper.

He held his breath and watched his handwriting intently.

His wrist was stiff as if it had been frozen, and the tip of the brush had not traveled far, but his hand shook like an earthquake, which was more pronounced than the bouncing of the gun when he used to shoot a target.

He suddenly felt that practicing calligraphy was more tiring than practicing sniper rifles. The amplitude of this hand tremor was much larger than the amplitude of the first time he stood up and practiced aiming with a gun.

With his left hand, he had to grab his right little arm and forcibly use his left hand to fix his shaking right hand.

A simple horizontal was written by him in the wavy shape of the sea, and a straight vertical was turned into a long serpentine shape by him... Where is this writing, it's like painting!

"Hehehe, are you painting?"

Zheng Hai's words hadn't been written yet, and Xiao Xu Miaojin's silver-belllike laughter had filled the entire room.

"His words are really... True...... Hehehe", Xiao Xu Miaojin's laughter was so sweet, but it was like the devil cursing in Zheng Hai's ears.

Xiao Diyun also came over and asked curiously, "Brother Hai, are you painting chicken feet?"

Zheng Hai was speechless for a while.

If it weren't for Xiao Diyun's cute face, he would really want to beat someone!

He only wrote the word "Zheng", and he didn't dare to write the word "Hai" in his name.