Be a sick and weak noble son in Daqin

Young Master Qian didn't understand, so he looked at Mr. Wang Xu who was trembling and didn't know what to say, scratched his head and muttered, "Ji'er has only written so much, why is there such a big reaction?"

The old man carefully held the bamboo slips in his hand, looked at the muscular man from the state of Qin next to him, and finally just said, "Dead wood cannot be carved."

Young Master Qian touched his nose, smiled and said nothing, not to mention a few children, except for the younger brother who is the king, there are not many who can bear to read books in their family.

"Sir, if you want to read it, I will write it down and send it to you tomorrow." Wei Ji knew that the "Thousand Characters" would not be so calm after it was read by scholars. After all, it is a famous enlightenment that has been passed down for thousands of years. If people in the world don't respond after it's spread, it won't be called a famous article.

When this article was written, all the people in the court and court respected Confucianism. The first few sentences may not be obvious, but there are many benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith in Confucianism in the back. In addition, astronomy and geography are involved, which can be regarded as enlightenment for young children. Very comprehensive.

Confucianism was prevalent in the country of Wei, and there may be unknown great Confucianists living in the countryside. As long as the sentences that refer to the allusions of later generations are deleted, it is not surprising to say that it was a chance.

Mr. Wang Xu couldn't maintain the calmness on his face at all, so he asked Xiao A and Xiao B who were waiting next to him to fetch more bamboo slips, and then said eagerly with his eyes wide open, "My lord is fine now, why wait for tomorrow?"

Wei Ji looked at the old man who wanted to lie on the ground and roll on the ground just like a child, and nodded to their little guard helplessly, then went back to the stone table to write with a pen.

The two sentences just now were written in Qin script, now I will show the old man the whole text...well...not the whole text, it is better to write in the familiar Chinese characters, if something is wrong, I can correct it as soon as possible, He didn't respond so quickly when using the Qin language.

After he started writing, Mr. Wang Xu struggled to suppress his excitement to keep himself from making a sound. Young Master Qian stood on the other side and watched the words appearing smoothly under the young man's pen. After watching for a while, he finally admitted that he was uneducated.

The scripts of different countries are not the same. He knows the scripts of Qin, Chu and Central Plains, but he can't fully recognize them.

The little dolls couldn't bear the loneliness, and they wanted to know what their elder brother Ji was writing when they saw no one talking, and the two little boys could still tiptoe over, even if they couldn't understand, they still pretended to be deep in thought The little prince can't do it, he is too short, even if he jumps up, he can't see it.

The places he could see had already been taken up, if it wasn't for the impoliteness to climb directly onto the table, he had already managed to climb up right now.

"Uncle, uncle, Si'er wants to read it too." The little baby was so impatient, she pulled at the hem of their uncle's clothes and begged in a low voice, everyone could see what Brother Ji wrote, so he wanted to read it too.

"Stinky boy, can you understand?" Gong Ziqian pinched the little guy's face, mocked the little guy without any scruples, and then hugged him up, "Now you know that reading is useful, and you can't even read it if you don't study hard." I understand what your brother Ji wrote."

The little prince frowned and watched for a while, and realized that he didn't know a single word. Then he clenched his fists and said with a stern face, "Don't worry, uncle, Si'er will definitely study hard in the future."

Gongziqian pinched his chin and looked at the child with his chest puffed out, always feeling that something was wrong, "Didn't you study hard before cooperating with you kid?"

Little prince: ...

"Uncle, we are talking about the future."

The previous things are not important, Si'er is still young, it's still too late to start studying hard.

"After who told you, what I'm talking about is the past." Gong Ziqian looked at the young and thoughtful child in his arms, and turned to go out for fear of disturbing Wei Ji's writing, "Come on, come on, my father and son Have a good break and break."

"Uncle, you call it turning over old accounts. This is not good." The little guy looked at their uncle pitifully, trying to use his big eyes to influence this guy who was looking for trouble for no reason.

He said that he would study hard in the future, so why bother to bring up old scores?

"I'll be able to reason with my uncle, you boy can do it." Gong Ziqian sat on the threshold, put the little guy on the ground, moved his fingers and was about to say something, but it turned out that it was only time to say something, this is not slippery The boy ran to the next yard with short legs.

Hey, do you want to turn the world upside down without playing for three days?

The dumbfounding Qin man got up again before he could sit still. Looking back, he saw that the people in the yard were gathered around the stone table. It would take a while to finish writing, so he turned and went to the next door to catch the child.

The little prince knew that his father was next door, and ran over as soon as he was let go. Qin Gong and Sun Boling were still talking in the yard, and in the blink of an eye, there was a baby in his arms, so he had to smile apologetically at the baby-faced youth in the wheelchair Laughed, and then lifted the man out of his arms with a straight face, "Why did you come here?"

"Uncle, he bullies children." The little prince started to complain without saying a word. Anyway, uncle is not here, so everything he says is right now.

Sun Boling looked at the little doll with bright eyebrows and eyes with a smile, and kindly reminded the little doll, "Young master, your uncle is here."

The child subconsciously hugged his father tightly, "Father, uncle is here!"

Duke Qin: ...

"Brother, why are you tossing the children?" Qin Gong, who was entangled by his son, looked helplessly at the son Qian who came over. Fortunately, the talk was almost done. Sun Boling would stay in Qin, he would not He became an official, but he would sit in the army when Qin was at war with other countries.

Such a result was beyond his expectation.

Gong Ziqian greeted the baby-faced young man in the wheelchair, then poked the little guy on the forehead and said, "You kid has learned to sue first."

The little prince hugged his father tightly, and made a face at him confidently, "Obviously uncle bullied Si'er first."

Young Master Qian: ...

It's great to have a father protecting you, isn't it? I don't know if your uncle will beat your father when I get angry?

Gongziqian folded his arms and looked down at the little guy from a high position, frightening people into his father's arms before he regained his aura. If it wasn't for saving the child's face in front of outsiders, he would definitely talk to this brat. no.

Duke Qin calmed down his son who was wobbling in his arms, then looked up at Young Master Qian, "Brother, where are Qi'er and Hua'er?"

"Looking at Ji'er's writing next door, it's rare that the two boys didn't make trouble." Gong Ziqian said, looked up at the sky, and then asked if it was time to leave.

It's not a short time since they came out, and there are so many things waiting for them, it's not good to stay here all the time.

Qin Gong got up with his son in his arms, asked people to prepare the frame, and then stopped the baby-faced young man who wanted to come out to see him off, "Sir, don't bother, in the future Qu Liang will come here to bother you, sir, just don't bother."

"If your majesty wants to find Wei Yang, you can check if there are any foreign scholars studying in nearby counties and counties. I believe you will find his trace soon." Sun Boling sent him away with a smile. Before the man left Fortunately, I kindly reminded me to wake up.

Three or four months is enough for that kid to have a thorough understanding of Qin's situation, and if he doesn't show up again, he probably won't have a chance to show up again.

He had a premonition that the talented people who entered the Qin Dynasty would definitely not be the only ones like today.

Qin Gong was stunned for a moment, and handed the child in his arms to their eldest brother, then bent down and saluted, "Thank you, sir."

The little prince: QWQ~

Young Master Qian grinned, seeing the little guy in his arms froze and didn't dare to move, his eyes were squinted and his big white teeth were showing, "Si'er, uncle is used to bullying children."

"Elder...uncle..." The little prince wanted to cry, but complained in his heart that his father was unreliable, and he had to bow his head under the eaves, so he said pitifully, "Si'er likes uncle the most. In the future, I must study hard, and I will watch my brothers study, and I will not let my uncle bother."

"Small mouth is like honey, have you eaten too much sweet?" Gong Ziqian was beaten by this little thing, neither scolded nor scolded, thinking of the glutinous rice cakes that a few children ate in the yard just now, he shook his head Said, "It's true that I eat too much sweet."

The little prince is obedient, clever and immobile, letting his uncle gossip, just thinking of himself as a little doll made of wood.

Weak, pitiful, afraid to move.

Sun Boling said a few more words to Duke Qin, and then watched the people leaving from the gate, and found that Mr. Qian brought out two more dolls from the yard next door, smiled, and sat in front of the door with his face propped up for a while, still Without waiting for their teacher to come back, they pushed the wheelchair and walked over.

Wei Ji silently wrote out the deleted thousand-character essay, making sure that there were no spoilers about future generations on it, and then put down the pen. Because the old man was in a hurry, he deleted everything that should not appear, and waited to turn around. Reorganize it again, and make up a thousand characters so that it can be called "Thousand Characters".

After writing it, let someone send it back to Diqiu for a copy. This thing can not only be used during enlightenment, but adults will also have different feelings when reading it frequently, at least it will open up their minds.

There are quite a few school-age children in the public clan, and in the future, we can enlighten those children with simple methods and save them from "Shangshu", "Zhouli" and "Spring and Autumn", which is considered a merit.

It is better to learn those obscure books when you are older. If you are tired of learning because you can't learn it like those young masters just now, you will suffer a lot in the future.

Mr. Wang Xu read the handwriting on the bamboo slips word by word, and the four-character half-quere reading slowly has a special charm. Although it is a bit wasteful to enlighten children, but I have to say that such a concise sentence, children will definitely learn it. Easier than other books.

"The talent of a son is rare in the world." The old man stroked his beard and sighed, his eyes seemed to be glued to the bamboo slips, he shook his head and continued to read, "The heavens and the earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, the sun and the moon are full, and the celestial constellations..."

Wei Ji got up and rubbed his wrists. Hearing the old man's slow voice, he laughed and explained, "Sir, don't think too much. I really didn't write this article. I'm a young man, how can I write such words?"

"Don't worry about it, sir, you don't need to explain." The well-informed Mr. Guigu waved his hand indifferently, but continued to read the rhymes on the bamboo slips that became more and more meaningful.

Although Weiguo is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the great talent will always have a reputation. It is impossible for more than ten years to be known to no one. He has been in Weiguo for so many years. Not only Weiguo, but also the surrounding Lu Song and other countries. It will pass, the old guys know each other in private, if such a famous story is published, it is absolutely impossible that it has not been circulated.

How important is the enlightenment of a child, no matter how indifferent to fame and wealth, people will not hide this thing, even anonymous people will see it, because it has nothing to do with fame and wealth, it is a merit that can benefit all generations.

Young master Ji knows that it is a good thing to hide clumsiness at such a young age, but what kind of old man is he, can he be easily deceived?

Wei Ji saw that the old man said a few words like coaxing a child and ignored him, so he had no choice but to skip the topic. These are not important, the important thing is that the children in the future can finally get rid of the persecution of "Shangshu" and "Chunqiu". that's enough.

Sun Boling pushed the wheelchair over, and easily crossed the threshold with the mechanism on the wheel. Seeing the young man in white standing there like Zhilan Yushu, he couldn't help but smile.

"Sir, you're here, did you have a pleasant conversation with Mr. Qin just now?" Wei Ji saw him coming, packed his pen and ink, and asked with frowning eyes.

Young Master Qian is cheerful and cheerful when he has nothing to do, which has no reference value, but Mr. Qin also looked very happy when he left just now, and it must be a happy conversation.

Sun Boling's ability can make the Qi State rare in the prosperous period, not to mention the Qin State that everyone wants. Qin Jun is about to have such a big killer, so let's shed tears of sympathy for Wei Guo in advance.

"Since you can guess it, why do you need to make fun of Boling again?" The baby-faced young man sitting in the wheelchair replied with a smile, watching their teacher circling around the stone table with a bamboo slip behind his back, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes asked, "What's the matter?"

Wei Ji smiled and said nothing, and asked Xiao Jia to take the pen and ink back to the room, and then began to think about what to eat later.

Mr. Wang Xu loves the newly acquired bamboo slips, and he likes the young man who wrote the bamboo slips, regardless of whether he wrote it himself or recited it by chance, it is the child who presents this beautiful essay to the world, otherwise I don't know how long such a good article will be buried.

Then look at the silly apprentice who is sitting in a wheelchair next to him and can't do anything but eat, why does he look more and more distasteful?

How did this kid catch his eye in the first place, and let him accept him as a direct disciple, allowing him to act in the name of Guiguzi's disciple when he is away from home?

Even Wei Yang can't say that he is a disciple of Guiguzi when he goes out, so how can this kid have any virtue?

The old man thought about it carefully for a while, and finally determined that he was fascinated by ghosts at that time, or else the "Sun Tzu's Art of War" in this kid's hand was too tempting, and he couldn't resist the temptation for a while, so he made a big mistake.

Most of the aristocratic families have the origin of family studies, and each classic is a priceless treasure. Except for the members of the family, they will not be easily seen by others. The family can continue, and the collection of books is indispensable.

In a situation where a single "Spring and Autumn" can allow a family to study for hundreds of years, Sun Boling, who has "Sun Tzu's Art of War", is naturally a favorite.

"After all, this old man is too greedy." The old man looked at the smiling apprentice talking to Wei Ji, shook his head and sighed non-stop.

Sun Boling was a little puzzled, touched his face and looked over in doubt, "Teacher, but there is something on Boling's face?"

"Silly boy, you better stop talking." The old man shook his head and sighed, rolled up the bamboo slips and put them in his sleeves, patted the silly apprentice on the shoulder and looked at the gentle and calm young man next to him, "Young master is still young, and you are out alone It’s unavoidable to be worrying, but when you think about it carefully, there is a lack of a teacher who can eat, drink, and take care of the family to accompany you to relieve boredom.”

Sun Boling:? ? ?

Teacher, if you want to recruit apprentices, you don't have to bury them like this, do you?

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