Deng Jian was anxious when he heard everyone's ridicule.

If Deng Jian was the former one, he would have laughed at him.

But for the past few months, he has been studying almost every day.

After posting the textbook, we started with the easiest thing. At first, we worked behind closed doors, but soon, in Erpigou, many young people who wanted to study and like him unconsciously began to form study groups.

Every time they got off work, they would get together and forget to eat and sleep. Deng Jian taught others the words he knew, and others also taught Deng Jian the words he knew.

Occasionally... they will try their best to ask questions everywhere.

In Erpigou, there are occasionally a few cold-stricken children who are in trouble because of the famine. They have read some books, and suddenly, such people become popular. Everyone carries rice, or chickens and ducks that they are reluctant to eat at the beginning, pickle some white salt and pickle them up and dry them. Now they bring them up and ask them for advice.

These cold-sect children are now so depressed that they have to hang out with the common people. At first, their self-esteem is unacceptable, but soon they found someone who found themselves on their heads with a curiosity look on their faces, and they suddenly regained their self-esteem and could give some advice. Of course, they also put their hopes in the school.

So many wealthy people are begging for entering the school, and even paying a lot of money. Now the opportunity is placed in front of ordinary people like them. As long as they pass the exam, they can enter the school. Who doesn’t want to give it a try?

Even if you can’t enter the school and can read and write, you will be rewarded with fine grains every month in Erpigou and will not suffer any losses.

Deng Jian always had to use the lamps in the workshop to read books and see midnight, and he would go to work during the day. If he had other leisure time, he would run outside the school like others, because there were training classes inside to tutor those rich and noble children, and they hid outside the school and listened to the people inside to recite textbooks.

The most difficult thing in reading is to read at the beginning, but once you learn more than a hundred commonly used characters by reading pictures, you will be able to learn later.

For Deng Jian, this was almost the greatest hope in his confused life. He was not smart, but he was willing to learn. Although he was a commoner, he had seen the free and easy appearance of scholars from afar. At that time, he did not dare to have any idea that I would be a scholar, but he just felt that... if people live in the world, like them, would not be in vain to come to the world.

But when the textbook was posted to his hands, this opportunity that was within reach suddenly cast ripples in the depths of his heart!

He actually had a delusion that others could learn, why can't I? I want to read, and I really want to read, and even read is no longer just to prove myself, but to think solely... Only by reading... can I seem like a person.

So he worked hard and did not dare to waste his time. Even when he was working, he did not listen to his hands and feet, and he still muttered words and recited his own teaching text.

This reading has become his last self-esteem because he knows very well that he is no different from the people around him. He is all dressed in rags, full of dirty people, and is an inequality commoner. But the only thing he can be proud of compared with the people around him is that he has read the books himself.

But... these ridicule instantly shattered his last trace of self-esteem.

The laughter that seemed to be mocking seemed to smooth out his persistence for several months, and he, who had finally climbed up, kicked him back into the abyss again!

The most terrifying thing about this abyss is that it is full of sludge and bed bugs, but he could see the sky as if it was as blue as a well. Now, he seemed to finally know that he could never climb out of the abyss. He had been in the abyss. Now, he was like this, and it would be the case in the future.

So his eyes turned red, which was a suffocating and desperate feeling. He sniffed and lay on the ground, looking ugly, but he didn't realize it, because most of the time, he was so ugly, and he never shined, even if he yearned for shining.

Tears fell to the ground like broken beads. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and suddenly felt a sense of hatred. So he dug his hands to the ground, and the harsh ridicule had disappeared. In fact, just now... everyone just found it funny. The saddest thing is... these ridicule is actually without malice.

Because if the other party has malicious intentions, at least they will still regard you as a human being, but once they just laugh at you unconsciously, it will be like people seeing a ridiculous monkey!

When the monkey smiled unconsciously, he naturally wouldn't know that someone was laughing at it, but Deng Jian would, because... he was a human.

So Deng Jian gritted his teeth and suddenly roared: "I have read books, I can read, why do you laugh..."

Speaking of this, he cried. He felt that he didn't ask for much, but even so, it seemed that God was unwilling to leave a little bit of it from his fingers.

"What are you laughing at? What's ridiculous about you? I...I can read...I can really read..."

He was so angry that he wanted to jump up and fight the people who laughed at him!

But he knew very well that he would not be their opponent, nor was he qualified to be their opponent!

He was afraid and dared not provoke them, but the huge resentment deep in his heart had nowhere to vent, so he simply pressed his head against the gravel in the mud, and then his head was bleeding. The bloody suddenly made Deng Jian feel a little more awake, and then... he cried unconsciously.

Li Shimin looked at the strange person in front of him, and the smile on his face disappeared at some point, and then he became silent.

The civil and military ministers behind him were also silent.

Chen Zhengtai stood aside, with a cold face and looked very angry!

It's really too much to deceive people. He is not the noble young man of this era. I, Chen Zhengtai, is a man born under the Red Banner. You can be a fool or scold people, but you can't help but treat people as humans.

"Mr...." Chen Zhengtai wanted to say something, but he rarely had a face in front of Li Shimin.

Li Shimin suppressed his hands, his expression was very calm, signaling Chen Zhengtai not to continue, and then looked at the strange person in front of him, and then said, "What words do you know?"

His voice was low, with an innate sense of dignity.

Deng Jian raised his head, was silent for a moment before he realized, and hurriedly said, "It's probably a little."

"Okay." Li Shimin said: "You can write your own name?"

Li Shimin actually didn't have much extravagant hope.

The officials were also curious, but they still looked at Deng Jian with a monkey show-like look, as if waiting for Deng Jian to change his tricks.

"Yes." Deng Jian answered firmly.

Li Shimin said: "Okay, come and get the pen and ink."

Deng Jian said suddenly: "Caughters can't use pens."

After he finished speaking, many people wanted to laugh again.

Chen Zhengtai glanced at everyone and suddenly said, "Whoever laughed at is my son."

“…”

Suddenly, everyone calmed down again, Chen Zhengtai, the dog thing...he...

Li Shimin looked sideways and looked at Chen Zhengtai strangely. He seemed to not understand very much, and then looked at Deng Jian again and said, "What would you write?"

"Milling stick." Deng Jian said, sitting cross-legged. This was his good habit when writing. Then he picked up a wooden stick and began to outline it on the sand-filled ground.

In just a moment, the word "Deng Jian" was revealed to everyone's eyes.

Really good at writing?

At this time, everyone's expressions became solemn.

Li Shimin nodded and said, "What else have you learned?"

“I can also write poetry.”

"Writing a poem?" Li Shimin was a little surprised at this answer.

This poem seems to have nothing to do with people like Deng Jian, so someone wants to laugh again, but when he thinks of Chen Zhengtai, he holds it in his hands.

Deng Jian continued to write and write on the ground without hesitation: "The cold changes with the law of poverty, and the sound of birds blooms. The first wind brings willows, and the flowers and plums in the evening snow..."

Li Shimin was stunned...

All the officials were also stunned.

When Li Shimin saw this poem, he was very familiar with it. Isn’t this the poem I wrote?

Li Shimin said in surprise: "You can read this poem?"

So Deng Jian shook his head and read it.

Sure enough, it's true.

Li Shimin narrowed his eyes: "Who taught you this poem?"

Deng Jian said: "This is learned from the textbook."

Even Li Shimin didn't notice it. There was a little smile in his eyes and said, "Do you know what this poem means?"

Li Shimin now looked extremely patient and no longer looked as contemptuous as before.

Deng Jian said: "This poem describes the scene of birds singing and flowers blooming in early spring, and the new bamboo and moss is fresh, but... there is a deeper understanding."

Li Shimin nodded secretly, this meaning...is understood, but...is there a deeper understanding?

"Speak for me."

"The author of this poem writes about spring and expresses his yearning for early spring. This layer of yearning implies the feelings of family and country. Your Majesty, think about it, early spring is the time for farming and sowing. The author misses early spring and is thinking about the livelihood of the country. The so-called plan for one day lies in the morning, and the plan for one year lies in spring. The harsh winter passes and all things are revived. The author is very happy because the severe winter represents the withering of all things, and the people suffer in poverty. Once spring begins, it gives endless expectations to the world."

Li Shimin was stunned and couldn't help but feel happy. Well? Can you understand this way?

Did I think about this at the beginning?

But when he saw Deng Jian speaking very seriously, he seemed to believe it without doubt, and he felt suspicious: "Where did you learn this?"

"It is also a textbook. In addition to the textbook, there is also an extracurricular understanding, which contains. The author of this poem is Li Shimin..."

"Bold." Zhang Qianyi immediately angrily scolded: "Your Majesty's name is also your..."

"Stop talking, I'm talking to Student Deng here. Can you, the evil slave, interrupt me?" Li Shimin was furious and scolded Zhang Qian sternly.

Zhang Qian was speechless.

In fact, the name of the current emperor is actually unaware of Deng Jian, a commoner. The textbook only writes about Li Shimin, which is also Chen Zhengtai's boldness. For Deng Jian, he only knows that the emperor is called the emperor, who dares to easily call the emperor's name?

Therefore... for Deng Jian, he only felt that Li Shimin must be a great poet who was worried about the country and the people.

Li Shimin was not angry at all and was called a name directly. Instead, the more he heard it, the more incredible it became and the more interesting it was.

Haha... Someone actually called out my name and wrote it in the textbook. At this time, he glanced at Chen Zhengtai, who looked dumbfounded, pretending to have not heard anything or seen anything.

Li Shimin looked at Deng Jian with even more interest: "What else do you know how to write poetry and recite poetry?"

"The grass people can probably recognize 134 words, most of which can be written, and students can also calculate and add or subtract roughly, but they can only reach hundreds of digits. No matter how many... they will be a little confused."

Deng Jian had a serious conversation, and no one laughed at him. He was braver at first, and he started to be stuttering, but now he was answering questions.

Li Shimin said with a little expectation in his eyes: "It's just these?"

Deng Jian said: "There is also the principle of being a human being. A gentleman should respect the world, be loyal to his family and country, and be filial to his teachers and elders."
To be continued...