Naotaka went in first, rummaged on the bookshelves and handed Kazuya a book, "A person's lack of character is always a matter of profit. A person's lack of study is always a matter of laziness."
What he spoke was Chinese, but it was Japanese-style Chinese without Chinese pronunciation. After he finished chanting, he asked, "Can you understand? This book can be used for self-cultivation."
Kazuya looked at the title of the book, "Night Talk Around the Fireplace", and turned it over, which was printed by Tsinghua University Printing Plant. He was a little helpless and didn't know what to say.
Naotaka handed him two more books in turn without stopping with his hands and mouth. "Don't be surprised by favor or disgrace, just watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court; Stay or leave without any intention, watch the clouds roll and relax in the sky. This book can nourish your character."
Kazuya looked at the title of the book speechlessly, this time it was "Cai Gen Tan". Does Naotaka felt that his swordsmanship was already too good for his age and was afraid that he would become arrogant, so he wanted him to cultivate and purify his mind, lest he accidentally cause a big disaster?
What's even more embarrassing was that Kazuya obviously a Chinese, but he had never read these books. Now a Japanese had given them to him to study carefully. What the...
Though Japan attaches great importance to sinology, is this too much emphasis? Is it more serious than the country of origin?
Naotaka handed him three books. Seeing that Kazuya had no reaction, he gave him another "Detailed Explanation of Classical Chinese" as thick as a brick. "Although there is a translation, I think if Matsuoka can read while translating by yourself, you may have a deeper understanding. If you are compared to a sword, it is already sharp enough. But what is lacking now is the ability to control the sword. Wait until these books are read, it will help you control your sword well definitely a lot in the future... This is my personal suggestion. As for whether you should take it or not, it all depends on you."
He finally warned softly: "Don't follow my old path, Matsuoka."
It is estimated that Naotaka really regarded him as a junior. Kazuya also had this kind of mentality during this period. He always looked at Yoko with a very tolerant look, and would often talk about some life principles and experiences.
He simply hoped that Yoko will be better in the future, and Naotaka was probably the same. And what Naotaka said makes sense. He was not against the use of violence. The reason he points out is somewhat similar to the old saying: a gun has its greatest deterrent power only before it is fired.
What he opposed was the abuse of violence, and he was not just referring to yesterday's fight with the gangsters. He understood that the fight had to be fought, but he was worried that Kazuya had tasted the sweetness of using violence and was too young to control himself. causing going astray ever since.
Feeling the kindness of Naotaka, he felt that there was no harm in reading, so he nodded his thanks, "Thank you for your kind words. I will read these books carefully."
Naotaka laughed happily. The more he looked at Kazuya, the more he appreciated him for being sensible, talented and good-tempered. There was no harm without comparison. Although he loved his five daughters very much, he has to admit that none of his five daughters is more likeable than Kazuya.
If Toutaro grow up to be like Kazuya, he would be able to close his eyes even after he dies.
He pointed to the library, "Matsuoka, if you are interested in the books here, you can read them at will. But please do not take away the books in these three rows."
Kazuya looked at the direction Naotaka was pointing, but didn't see anything special. He asked carefully, "These three rows are..."
Could it be a secret skill passed down from family?
"It was left by Haruka and their mother." Naotaka looked at the three rows of bookshelves with a nostalgic expression.
Kazuya knew. These books were the relics of Naotaka's late wife, and he could just browse them here. Naotaka was afraid that he takes them out and loses them. He quickly said: "I will remember it."
"Except for these three rows, it doesn't matter if you want to take the other ones back to read. No one else in the family is interested in them anyway." Naotaka was a little helpless.
His eldest daughter was only interested in comics before. Now she focused on studying and didn't even touch these. It didn't even mention the second daughter . She would fall asleep at once if she picked up the book. The third daughter learned from the eldest daughter and didn't touch anything except the textbooks. The fourth and fifth daughters couldn't sit still at all, let alone study. The youngest son is still illiterate, so it was even more useless.
"Well, you can come over when you are free. It doesn't matter if I'm here or not." After saying that, he patted Kazuya on the shoulder, left Kazuya with a room full of books and left. He was probably either going to continue drinking or preparing to cook.
Kazuya stood there looking at the book in his hand, and then looked at the door behind him. He felt that Naotaka was really interesting. Could it be that he had extraordinary eyesight and was very optimistic about his future to make early investments?
He thought about it for a while and burst out laughing. Then he looked up at the bookshelves and found that the rows were quite neat and tidy.
The humidity in Japan is relatively high, so this small room paid great attention to moisture and mildew prevention. Moisture-absorbing activated carbon bamboo tubes were placed in the bookshelves partitions. Some of the bookshelves corners were filled with mothballs and some were stuffed with hand-sewn tea bags to prevent insects. Kazuya guessed that the tea bags were made by Haruna and their mother.
Seeing so many books now and he was the only one here, Kazuya suddenly became eager to move. He began to look through the bookshelves in search of skill books. He has been wanting to get more skills to make himself more versatile for a long time, but there had never been a good opportunity.
Today was an unexpected surprise. Look at it this way, except for that little radish, this Sakura family was really his blessed place.
He first looked at the three rows that could not be taken back home and found that Haruna's mother seemed to have been an artistic young woman before? Most of the books she collected were novels and essays, along with some books on music and painting appreciation, as well as some materials related to traditional folk culture in Japan and China.
These are very helpful in improving personal cultural literacy, but of little use to Kazuya for the time being. He turned back to look at the books collected by Naotaka. This is not a large bookshelves, only a few hundred books. But it was quite rare for a family.
Naotaka's collections are quite messy, which showed that he had no goals and just followed his ideas. Kazuya casually looked at the spine of the books and pulled out a copy of "Introduction to Appliances Repair", then opened it and waited for a moment. The copycat game didn't respond, probably because it didn't understand what home appliances were.
Kazuya didn't mind either. His ambition was not to be a repairing worker anyway. He continued to look through the bookshelves and found that Naotaka seemed to have been traveled outside for a long time. There were many foreign books from other countries, most of which were from East Asia and were convenient for him. He could learn whatever he read.
"Do you want to learn skill [Korean]?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want to merge the [Eight Massage Techniques] into the [Chinese Medicine]?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want to learn the skill [Fishing]?"
"Yes!"
...
Kazuya was really not picky. He didn't care whether this skill was useful or not. He integrated more than fifty books in several minutes and scanned two and a half bookshelves. Then he supported the bookshelf there and retched.
The copycat game was fine, but his brain couldn't bear it. A large amount of information was squeezed into it and it was turned into a pot of porridge. It made him feel like the ceiling was spinning and made him want to vomit.
He only has so much vitality in a day and he could definitely take his time. It can only be said that he was greedy.
He had been thinking about going to the library to scan skill books for a long time, and when he suddenly had this chance, he felt as if a mouse had entered a rice barn.
His chest felt tight now and he wanted to breathe some fresh air, but he didn't want others to see his embarrassed state. He walked through the bookshelves towards the window.
But unexpectedly, the windows were sealed with tape to prevent moisture, which only provided lighting. There was only a moisture-proof air displacer on the side. He quickly went forward and took a few deep breaths, which made him feel better.
He simply sat cross-legged next to the air displacer, preparing to take a rest. But when he looked over it, he found an armor standing over there. He took a closer look and found that it was a very complete vine armor.