Chapter 465 (asking for monthly tickets and subscription)

It was already 11:30 pm when Zhang Yunqi arrived at Xiangnan University. Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, the moon was above the treetops, and the warm sunshine filled the quiet campus.

Zhang Yunqi really has a lot of things to do today.

In the morning, he dealt with the commercial for the Aiwa DVD player. Jackie Chan Pictures agreed to the cooperation plan he proposed, putting the promotional stickers of the Jackie Chan Charity Foundation on the Aiwa Electronic DVD player in exchange for a relatively low endorsement fee. The schedule for filming will be set in the next few days.

At noon, Li Jilin, Yu Lin and Zhang Yunfeng all came to Lijin. Each line had things to deal with. Zhang Yunqi held a meeting with the person in charge of each line. Li Jilin was the busiest. In addition to setting up an operation center, Zhang Yunqi also arranged an important task for him. On behalf of Liansheng Group and Lijin Municipal Government, he discussed cooperation in piloting the creation of a special crayfish breeding base in Wangcheng area and a series of other matters.

In the evening, Zhao Jianqiang, chairman of Jiangchuan State-owned Investment, led a team to Lizhen. Tomorrow, Aihua Electronics, Jiangchuan State-owned Investment and Xiangnan State-owned Assets Corporation will hold a tripartite meeting to discuss the establishment of an Aihua subsidiary through a joint venture and the joint creation of a large-scale Aihua DVD player production base.

Right now, the Jiangchuan Municipal Government is in full swing on the primary development of the 600 acres of industrial land requested by Zhang Yunqi. It will soon be the turn of Aihua Electronics to enter the site to promote the secondary construction. Therefore, the establishment of Aihua Electronics' subsidiary is already a matter of urgency. After all, it involves state-owned assets, and he may have to report to the province to get the green light before it can go through.

Things are a bit tricky.

After Zhang Yunqi finished all these and accompanied Zhao Jianqiang for dinner, he was very tired. However, President Jiang Ruqin asked to see him, so he still rushed to Hunan University in the middle of the night despite his tiredness.

After Zhang Yunqi arrived at the Xiangda office building, he went straight in and soon came to the principal's office. The door was ajar and a faint light was streaming out. He reached out and knocked, and then a voice came from inside: "Come in."

Zhang Yunqi pushed the door open and saw a short, white-haired old man sitting at the desk. He thought that this was probably Jiang Ruqin, the president of Xiangnan University, so he called him "Teacher".

Jiang Ruqin looked up at the young man who walked in for a while. This freshman from Hunan University, whom he had met for the first time but had heard of for a long time, was not as reserved and nervous as his peers. He pointed to the chair in front of him and said, "Sit down."

Zhang Yunqi nodded and sat down: "Thank you."

Jiang Ruqin picked up the teacup and took a sip, then asked as if chatting, "When you were in high school, did your school have any teachers that left a deep impression on you?"

Zhang Yunqi nodded: "Yes, my head teacher and Chinese teacher always read Yang Jiang's Mengpo Soup to us in class. He always said that he hoped we would not lose the ability to feel happiness and freedom when we go out into society and carry heavier and heavier shackles."

Jiang Ruqin said: "I am happy that you have such a teacher."

Zhang Yunqi smiled: "Thank you."

Jiang Ruqin asked: "Is he still teaching at the No. 1 Middle School in the city?"

Zhang Yunqi said: "I won't teach anymore. I am his last student."

Jiang Ruqin asked: "Retired?"

Zhang Yunqi said: "He died. Just one month ago."

Jiang Ruqin was silent for a while, put down his teacup, stood up and said, "Take a walk with me."

Zhang Yunqi nodded: "Okay."

Jiang Ruqin went out first, and Zhang Yunqi gently closed the office door and followed Jiang Ruqin.

After going downstairs, the two of them didn't say anything.

Walking westward along the archway from Lushan South Road, passing the gymnasium and Zibei Pavilion, Jiang Ruqin stopped when he arrived at the Yifu Building. Then he went upstairs with his hands behind his back. Although it was almost midnight and today was the weekend, Zhang Yunqi saw that the building was brightly lit and there were students in every classroom.

Since the beginning of the school year, Zhang Yunqi has never had an evening self-study class. This is also his first time to go to college. He did not know that since the former State Education Commission issued the "Pilot Opinions on Further Reforming the Admissions and Graduate Employment System of Ordinary Higher Education Institutions" in 94, the school has begun to expand enrollment, but the classroom capacity has not been expanded. There are more students than places. The seats for evening self-study classes at Hunan University are very popular, and the competition has been fierce. Some students take a book to reserve a seat at the end of class, and then go to eat. When he finishes his meal, the book is gone. There is an extra butt on the seat, which will cause some disputes. Some students even use bricks to reserve seats for the sake of safety.

All in all, Zhang Yunqi saw a different side of Hunan University, a side that he had not yet thought about carefully.

At this moment, a bell suddenly rang in the campus.

Zhang Yunqi raised his hand and looked at the time. It was already early morning.

After a while, a number of security guards appeared at the entrance of the Yip Fu Building and walked to each classroom.

Some students saw the security guard coming and packed up their things consciously. The security guard was waiting at the door to turn off the lights and lock the door.

Some students, however, were particularly undisciplined and were so engrossed in reading that the security guards had no choice but to drive them out of the classrooms one by one. After driving them out of one classroom, they had to go to another, just like a cat catching a mouse.

Some students are even crazier. On Sunday, at 12: in the morning, even if they are kicked out of the classroom by the security guards, they still have to find a place in the corridor to continue studying with their books. The security guards see it when they are patrolling, but they have no way to deal with these students who forget to eat and sleep to study, and they have even become accustomed to it.

Zhang Yunqi was moved when he saw this scene.

Jiang Ruqin said nothing. After coming down from the Yifu Building and arriving at the East Red Square in the center of Hunan University, he suddenly asked as if chatting with family, "You just finished your military training. What is the most memorable thing?"

Zhang Yunqi thought for a moment, then looked at the statue in front of him and said, "The sun was too strong during that period. Every time the military training was over, many students would run to the statue of the old man and lie down to avoid the sun."

Jiang Ruqin's wrinkled face showed a hint of smile. He looked up at the huge statue in the center of the East is Red Square and said slowly: "Many years have passed. People say that the past can be buried, but this is wrong. Some forces surging in the bodies of the Chinese people span five thousand years and are forever."

Zhang Yunqi said nothing. Jiang Ruqin said again: "Let's go."

An old man and a young man walked through the Dongfanghong Square. They seldom said a few words and were silent most of the time. But along the way, they met students who were walking and reading, and students who were sitting under street lights and reading while eating steamed buns. It was not just one or two people, but a large group of people. This group of people was struggling, trying to light up the sea of ​​stars in the silent night.

Zhang Yunqi felt a silent force.

Jiang Ruqin still said nothing to him.

He followed the white-haired old man, walked through the School of Chemical Engineering, the Biology Building, and finally along Yuelu Mountain through the Chuixiang Pavilion, and finally arrived at the destination, the thousand-year-old institution of learning, Yuelu Academy.

Yuelu Academy is a secondary college of Xiangnan University, which has the Institute of Chinese Philosophy, Institute of History, Institute of Chinese Thought and Culture, Chinese Academy Research Center and Chinese Soft Power Culture Research Center, etc. It has 1 postdoctoral research mobile station, 2 first-level doctoral authorization points, 3 first-level master's authorization points, 1 professional master's degree authorization category, and only one undergraduate major. There are 80 teachers in total, and the lowest level are all doctoral supervisors, which is quite impressive.

Generally speaking, Yuelu Academy closes at 6 p.m., but perhaps after notifying the principal Jiang Ruqin that he was coming, the gate of the academy was opened and the lights were left on.

Jiang Ruqin brought Zhang Yunqi in from Hexitai and arrived at the gate. He stood in front of the deep courtyard and looked up at the couplet on the gate of Yuelu Academy that transcended time and space and was famous all over the world: "Only in Chu is there talent, and here it flourishes."

Zhang Yunqi's attention was attracted by another long couplet in the entrance hall.

The couplet was written by Ma Jigao, a famous expert on ancient literature, and written by Zeng Xiaohu, a famous calligrapher and painter.

The couplet says: "Governance has no past or present, and cultivating talents is urgent. Don't just watch the trends of the world, and the lecture halls of the past and present; learning has its own changes, and being able to change is heroic. Try to guess the spirit of Zhu and Zhang, and the spirit of Mao and Cai."

In Zhang Yunqi's opinion, this can probably be seen as an explanation of "Only in Chu are there talents, and they flourish here" - Zhu and Zhang have spirit, Mao and Cai have style. These eight words summarize all the glory of "Only in Chu are there talents, and they flourish here"!
In the third year of Emperor Xiaozong's reign in the Southern Song Dynasty, that is, on September 1167, 9, the 8-year-old Zhu Xi disembarked from the Xiangjiang River wharf to visit Zhang Zai, the 37-year-old principal of Yuelu Academy. Over the next two months, the gathering between Zhu and Zhang pushed Yuelu Academy to an important historical moment.

As for the Mao-Cai relationship, no explanation is needed.

While Zhang Yunqi was looking at the long couplet, Jiang Ruqin was staring at the eight characters "Only in Chu are there talents, and they flourish here" in a trance. Under the bright moonlight, the beautiful mountain scenery and the ancient and heavy gate made the short figure of the old man look particularly elegant.

The two of them just stayed for a while, and after a while, Zhang Yunqi followed Jiang Ruqin through the second gate of Yuelu Academy and came to the Confucian Temple dedicated to the great sage Confucius.

In ancient times, Yuelu Academy had an independent and complete Confucian Temple that was as good as the official academy, which was unique among all the academies in the country.

Hunan culture is the "main stream of southern China", inheriting the teachings of Confucius and Mencius and flowing forever with the waters of Zhuo and Si. The Confucian Temple of Yuelu Academy embodies the profound philosophical thoughts and heavy expectations left by the sages and philosophers on the land of Hunan.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Yunqi looked up, and on those eternal and ancient rubbings of stone tablets, there was the thinking that "talent and fortune cannot be combined, and the importance of a place begins because of people", the heroic spirit of "you must work hard halfway, and don't refuse the hard work to reach the top", and the Chinese romance of "clouds carry the sound of bells through the trees, and the moon moves the shadow of the tower over the river".

After another short pause, Zhang Yunqi followed Jiang Ruqin to the lecture hall, the core of Yuelu Academy. The old man stopped and Zhang Yunqi saw many inscriptions embedded on the walls of the lecture hall, such as "Yuelu Academy Learning Rules", "Six Methods of Reading Classics", and "Six Methods of Reading History". The most eye-catching part of the lecture hall is "Yuelu Academy Records" written by the old dean Zhang Zai more than 800 years ago.

Jiang Ruqin finally spoke up and asked, "Have you read "Yuelu Academy Records"? "

Zhang Yunqi shook his head: "No."

Jiang Ruqin turned his head to look at Zhang Yunqi, then retracted his gaze and said, "As the president of Xiangda University, I have always been thinking about only one question: what is education?"

Zhang Yunqi said nothing.

The white-haired old man seemed to be talking to himself: "In fact, as early as eight hundred years ago, our old president Zhang Zai had already said this very clearly. In his "Yuelu Academy Records", he mentioned that the academy is not a place for gathering and chatting, nor is it for cultivating people who want to take the imperial examinations and gain fame, nor is it for learning the ornateness of language and writing. The most important mission here is to cultivate talents and help the people by preaching."

"For eight hundred years, Yuelu Academy has been working hard to practice this educational philosophy." Jiang Ruqin walked to the stele with his hands behind his back and said slowly: "Zhu and Zhang's spirit, Chuanshan's candlelight, Zeng Zuo's heroic deeds, Mao Cai's style. In late Qing China, our Hunan scholars surged like a gusher, and there were many people in every generation who shone brightly on the modern stage. Most of them were elites who came out of the land where you are standing now. They all had independent and free thoughts, strong and unyielding will, and helped the people by preaching."

At this point, Jiang Ruqin turned his head to look at Zhang Yunqi and asked, "Do you know what it means that I brought you here alone today?"

Zhang Yunqi bowed slightly and said, "Teacher."

Jiang Ruqin said, "I won't blame you for fighting. A child who can't stand up for himself will only be a coward when he grows up. I don't want to preach to you either. What I want to tell you today, from the Yifu Building, the library, the East is Red Square, the Biology Building to this college, the scenes you have seen have already told you in silent language."

"Thank you, teacher." Zhang Yunqi nodded.

"The academy is named after the mountain, and the mountain thrives because of the academy; people are established because of the Tao, and the Tao is spread because of people. You can come here at any time in the future. You will have the right to be late, absent, leave early, and fail courses in this school. You can come to me directly if you have any questions in the future, but don't forget that you are a student of this thousand-year-old institution, don't forget the youthful spirit you conveyed in the "Shoonan Economic Concept", and don't forget the spirit contained in the land you are standing on now: preach the Tao and help the people with independent and free thoughts and strong and unyielding will!"

At this point, Jiang Ruqin looked up at the ancient stone tablet rubbings in the lecture hall and said, "If you like, you can also listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the maple forest here tonight."

After saying that, he turned and left with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Yunqi silently watched the old man going away. His short and thin figure gradually disappeared in the surroundings. The surroundings were the Yuelu Mountains with colorful forests and the vast and brilliant galaxy of stars.

Under the stars, an old man’s voice floated: “The great China, the mighty wind. The torch is passed on, the sun and the moon pass through the sky. Only by knowing where we came from can we understand where we are going…”

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