The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage

So, after school, several little ones followed their Teacher to the study.

When they arrived at the study, the Teacher first took out several scrolls of calligraphy, placed them on the table, and asked Zhao Zhitong, "Young girl, tell me, what do you see when you look at this calligraphy?"

Zhao Zhitong looked at the calligraphy and then at the Teacher. She knew this one; the Teacher had told her before that it was Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy. So, she said, "Teacher, this is Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy."

The other little ones nodded in agreement.

The Teacher nodded. "That’s right, this is Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy."

Then, he patiently explained, "You see, Wang Xizhi was a master of calligraphy. He has already passed away, but he left behind many famous works of calligraphy. When we, the younger generations, see these works, we think of him and recognize him. Therefore, even though he long ago departed this world, he remains forever alive in his works, always accompanying us."

After Scholar Meng’s speech, the eyes of the four little ones lit up, their mouths slightly agape, as if they had understood something.

The Teacher continued, "There are many, many people in the world like Wang Xizhi who have left their works behind for us. They have bequeathed to us beautiful melodies, exquisite paintings, and books that instruct and educate later generations. Through these works, those of us from younger generations who never met them can come to know and remember them."

At this, the little ones seemed to gain instant understanding.

Zhao Zhitong tapped her chin, pleasantly surprised. "Teacher, is Master Confucius like that too?"

The Teacher nodded with satisfaction. "That’s right. None of us have ever met Master Confucius, yet through the many works he left behind, like the Analects, we remember him forever."

The other little ones also spoke up one after another.