Three days later.
Sun Siwen's residence.
In the empty courtyard, Lu Yuan was holding a book and listening attentively to the teacher's explanations.
"Today we are going to study the third chapter of the Thousand Character Classic, this chapter also has a hundred characters, I will read it to you first..."
The Thousand Character Classic is an enlightenment book used in this world. Sun Siwen was initially enlightened by this book.
He was already very familiar with it, so he didn't need to look at the book. He put his hands behind his waist, squinted his eyes, and paced in the yard, reading it out straightaway.
While the teacher was reading, Lu Yuan focused on the text of the day's lecture, comparing it word by word.
Soon, the third chapter was finished.
Turning his head, Sun Siwen saw his student's serious demeanor and couldn't help but be moved.
Originally, he accepted this student just to earn some money for living.
But after three days of teaching, he found that this hunter who came out of the mountains had surprisingly high innate talent.
He clearly didn't recognize any characters at the beginning, but he had learned two hundred characters in just two days.
Moreover, those two hundred characters were not only recognized, but he had also mastered their meanings. He could even write some short sentences.
Although those sentences couldn't be used in formal situations.
But for someone who had only been studying for two days, it could be considered phenomenal. What more could he expect?
This kind of talent naturally shocked Sun Siwen and even caused him to question himself.
Because when he began learning literature enlightenment, it took more than ten days to learn two hundred characters.
And that was just recognition alone.
As for the rest, such as constructing sentences, drawing inferences, and understanding meanings, it didn't come into play until one or two years later.
But now the student before him achieved what took him one or two years to do in just two days.
This kind of gap, this kind of blow, is simply not enough for outsiders to describe.
'With my talent, even being a Xiucai is so difficult, not to mention Juren and Jinshi.
But Young Master Lu is different. His talent exceeds mine by far and his intelligence can be described as divinely gifted.
Given his talent, if he studies the classics diligently for several years, he can surely achieve officialdom, and even topping the list would not be out of the question.'
Being an official is every scholar's obsession.
At this moment, what he craved but could not attain, he seemed to see the possibility of realization in Lu Yuan.
Therefore, an expectation emerged from his heart.
'My lofty aspiration that I can't fulfill by myself, perhaps I can entrust it to him.' With this thought in mind, Sun Siwen squatted down, picked up a tree branch from the ground, and started writing characters on the ground: "Let's learn the first character of this chapter, which has three ways of writing..."
Such a promising talent, he must cultivate it, and can't let this talent go to waste.
Meanwhile, Lu Yuan was watching Sun Siwen write, and he was carefully taking notes.
He already had a solid foundation, he just didn't recognise the characters in this world.
Now that he could confirm the writing and meaning of each character, it was easy to learn by comparing the characters from his past life.
Learning a hundred characters a day was actually slowing down the pace.
Two hours later.
It was noon when the sun was at its zenith.
Sun Siwen finished writing the last stroke, put down the tree branch in his hand, stood up, stretched his somewhat sore and tired waist, then looked at his student and said: "That's all for today's study. You take your book home and review it, we will discuss the fourth chapter tomorrow."
"Yes." Lu Yuan stood up, and then saluted Sun Siwen: "Thank you, Brother Sun."
As they had agreed earlier, the two were just learning characters, not discourses on classics, so they addressed each other as brothers and young master, not as teacher and student.
"You don't have to thank me. You just need to study hard and not neglect your studies." Sun Siwen waved his hand.
Lu Yuan nodded, then turned around and left.
He finished reading today's book, memorised all hundred characters, and it was time to start working for the day.
One hundred characters a day means spending a hundred cents.
And along with recognizing more characters, he started to read the secret book he had obtained these past two days.
Although he only recognized two hundred characters, Lu Yuan managed to barely make out some of the content of the secret book through these two hundred characters.
Now he could confirm that it was indeed a martial arts secret book. As for what kind of martial arts it was, he still couldn't confirm.
But one thing he could already be certain of.
That was, learning from the secret book really required the aid of various herbs.
Because it was clearly written in the book, and several prescriptions were listed above. Although he could not recognize all of them, he knew they were expensive at first glance.
"So even if I'm studying, I can't neglect hunting to earn money."
As he walked home, Lu Yuan thought back to his increasingly thin purse and seemingly foresaw the day it would be completely drained.
No, that day would never come.
He clenched his fist, he wouldn't sit and wait to be penniless.
He soon arrived home.
After studying for a whole morning, Lu Yuan was also hungry. It was time to start a fire and cook.
He sliced a piece of smoked meat and steamed it with rice. After hastily eating a meal, he cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, grabbed his bow and knife, and went out again.
Although it was snowing, it was still early winter.
During this season, although many wild beasts in the mountains had started hibernating, there were still some that had not stored food for the winter and would still come out and be active.