Chapter 17: Mencius’s Profound Words Are Very Useful

Fat Fangzheng opened Yunchu's hair and saw the terrible scar near the upper left side of his head. He took a breath and said, "Your child is lucky to survive."

Although the scar is an old wound, how can a person like Fatty Fangzheng who has been in the army for half his life not see that the scar has been formed for no more than three years.

Facing the silent Yunchu, Fatty Fangzheng ordered his followers, "Please ask Bingcao and Huzheng to come over."

After the followers left, the room suddenly became quiet. Fatty Fangzheng paced back and forth. It seemed that he felt that the problem Yunchu threw at him was very difficult.

After a while, two equally sturdy men came in from outside, but they were not as fat as Fangzheng.

From the moment the two men entered the room, Yunchu felt that the temperature in the room seemed to drop by several degrees.

The two men came in without saying a word, and carefully looked at the things belonging to Yunchu that the followers placed on the ground.

After looking at the things, they looked up and down at Yunchu who was kneeling upright on the ground.

Fang Zheng took another sip of cold water and said, "What's the rule? Tell me."

The sturdy man with a big scar on his face on the left sneered, "Leave it to me, put it in the barracks, and after two years of training, you will be a soldier. You will die on the battlefield at that time."

The black-faced, long-bearded man on the right said, "Look carefully, this is a Guanzhong kid, not a prisoner you can mess with at will."

The soldier on the left sneered, "He suddenly appeared in my Qiuci Town without any experience. If he is not a prisoner, he is a prisoner."

After that, he bowed to Fang Zheng who was sitting in the middle and said, "Guan Ling, please treat him as a prisoner. In this way, there will be no future troubles."

Fang Zheng, the upper Guan Ling, laughed and said, "Brother Liu, so you don't doubt this boy's identity as a Tangren, right?"

Soldier Liu Xiong came to Yun Chu, pulled his hair roughly, pinched his mouth, and finally took off his shoes and hit the soles of his feet hard. Yun Chu almost cried out in pain.

Then he let go of Yun Chu's foot and said to Fang Zheng: "Two whorls, white teeth, flat feet, no doubt he is from Chang'an."

He Yuanshan, the long-bearded pot master, laughed and said: "Since Fang Zheng said he spoke Guanzhong dialect, Guanzhong is so big, how can we be sure that he is from Chang'an?"

Liu Xiong, the military officer, said: "Except Chang'an, people in Wannian County have black teeth!"

After listening to Liu Xiong's judgment, not only He Yuanshan and Fang Zheng felt strange, but even Yun Chu himself was very surprised.

Two whorls on the top of the head, a mouthful of white teeth, and his not-so-obvious flat feet can really confirm that he is a Tang person, and the scope can be narrowed down to Chang'an, Wannian County, this magic?

This is too idealistic, right?

Yun Chu couldn't help but cast a suspicious look at Liu Xiong, the military officer.

Liu Xiong, who was a little proud, saw Yun Chu's bad look, so he grabbed his collar, lifted him up, and shouted to him face to face: "Why, don't you believe what I said?"

Yun Chu grabbed Liu Xiong's thick arm and said: "I just can't remember the past, not stupid."

"Why did you appear in Qiuci City, and you can also have gold sand?"

Fang Zheng weighed the bag of gold sand and asked Yun Chu in a good tone.

"When I woke up, I was in the Aries tribe. I lived in that tribe for three years. The tribe leader Apo said that I was not a Serb and should go to my own tribe. So I came to Qiuci and looked for people who looked like me."

"You found them, why don't you talk to them?

It stands to reason that there should be many merchants willing to take in young people like you."

"They smell wrong." Yun Chu looked at Fang Zheng and said as a matter of course.

"Smell wrong?" He Yuanshan also thought this sentence was very interesting.

Liu Xiong even smiled and opened his arms to press Yun Chu's head into his armpits and said, "What's that smell? Is it this smell?"

Yun Chu twisted Liu Xiong's left leg with his legs, and climbed Liu Xiong's shoulders with both hands, and rushed forward suddenly. Liu Xiong's body was motionless. Yun Chu's body suddenly shrank, climbed up with his feet, stepped on Liu Xiong's waist, and exerted his body to break free.

Liu Xiong, who was trying to keep his balance, was flashed by the sudden forward force, and couldn't help but take two steps forward to offset the force.

However, Yun Chu also took this opportunity to pull his head out of Liu Xiong's armpit and breathed in fresh air.

That guy's armpit was basically a huge smelly cesspool.

Feeling embarrassed, Liu Xiong left Yun Chu and said to Fang Zheng: "I want this kid. After a few years of practice, he will be a good hand."

He Yuanshan said to Yun Chu: "Rewrite that calligraphy."

Yun Chu shook his head and said: "My pen is broken. The pen I made is too soft to write that calligraphy well."

Fang Zheng left his seat naturally. Just behind him, there was a reed mat and a low table with the pens, ink, paper and inkstone he needed.

Yun Chu sat on the mat and first looked at the rough hemp paper on the table and couldn't help frowning.

This scene was also seen by Fang Zheng and He Yuanshan. They looked at each other and continued to watch Yun Chu write without saying a word.

Grinding ink is a skill that belongs exclusively to scholars. Whether he is a scholar or not, you can tell by looking at his method of grinding ink.

Although Xuanzang is a monk, he is also a senior scholar. His method of grinding ink was completely inherited by Lao Yangpi, so Yun Chu's method of grinding ink naturally became Xuanzang's method.

Because Xuanzang often grinds ink, Lao Yangpi has a better technique for grinding ink, and he also summed up the push grinding method and the circular grinding method.

The grinding method is only suitable for new ink sticks and rectangular inkstones, so that the corners of the new ink stick can be processed well.

As for the circular grinding method, it is naturally suitable for round inkstones. The inkstone on the Founder's desk is a round inkstone.

Yunchu poured a spoonful of water into the ink pool, then held half of the ink stick and gently turned it in circles. As the ink gradually appeared, he poured another spoonful of water into the ink pool and continued grinding.

Although Fang Zheng and He Yuanshan just asked Yun Chu to study ink and write, the examination and evaluation involved were far more vicious than Liu Xiong's method of identifying Tang people.

Write to check the origin, study the ink to check whether Yunchu is a truly skilled reader and whether he can grind out the right amount of ink to write those words.

Soon, Yun Chu grinded out a thick pool of ink. He did not start writing immediately, but gently smelled the fragrance of the ink.

In fact, someone like Fang Zheng, who was a minor official on the edge of Qiuci, was not qualified to use scented ink sticks. The reason why Yun Chu was so obsessed was entirely because he came into contact with civilization again.

The Uighur people in the Tang Dynasty did not have their own written language yet, perhaps it was in the process of being developed. Anyway, Yunchu found no one among the Uighur people who could write.

The writing brushes in Fangzheng's official office were not good either and kept losing hair. Yun Chu took out two fallen hairs from the tip of the brush, moistened the brush in the ink pool, and then started writing.

Writing with a brush was one of the first skills Lao Yangpi taught him. Now, Yun Chu feels emotional just thinking about it.

Under the gazes of Fang Zheng, He Yuanshan and Liu Xiong, Yun Chu quickly copied the calligraphy that Lao Yangpi gave him.

When he finished writing the last word, the ink in the ink pool was also filled up and used up, which shows Yun Chu's skill in controlling the amount of ink.

He never knew how to write calligraphy with a brush before. Lao Yangpi taught him how to write calligraphy stroke by stroke on the sand table. Later, he also found a lot of paper and brushes for Yun Chu to learn calligraphy.

Therefore, this guy's calligraphy is exactly the same as Lao Yangpi's calligraphy.

"The people of the Sui Dynasty are noble, right?" He Yuanshan frowned after reading the font. If Yun Chu could only write, he would not suspect that Yun Chu had other identities. Now, it is because these words are written so well that he has certain worries.

"That's nonsense. In the fourth year of Zhenguan, Empress Xiao and the former Sui Prince Yuande returned to the Central Plains with Turks on their backs. On the grasslands and in the Gobi, there are no longer so-called Sui nobles. The matter of this child needs to be considered in the long run."

He Yuanshan said: "You want to keep him?"

Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Look again, as time goes by, as long as we find that this is a good child, it doesn't matter if we open the door to him. After all, we have got a good child for Datang.

If you find that he has evil intentions, kill him! "

He Yuanshan said: "You have to be careful. This kid just tripped Liu Xiong and staggered him. With your fat body, you may not be able to defeat him."

Fang Zheng looked back at Yun Chu, who was still sitting in front of the short table, and said with a smile: "A person who can write well and abide by all the etiquette can be so bad. Don't worry, even a bad boy will have time to teach him. ”

He Yuanshan glanced at Yunchu worriedly and left Fangzheng's yamen.

"Have you figured out who I am?" Yun Chu raised his head and looked at Fang Zheng hopefully.

Fang Zheng slowly came to Yun Chu and asked solemnly: "Tell me, will you be loyal to the Tang Dynasty?"

Yun Chu looked at Fang Zheng's square face carefully and thought for a moment: "Unless you can prove that I am from the Tang Dynasty first.

If I were a Tang person, no matter whose family I was a child of, I would be loyal to my own ethnic group. "

Fang Zheng nodded and asked, "Are you willing to serve the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty?"

Yun Chu said dullly: "The book says: The Son of Heaven is the original son of Heaven. Heaven is the personified nature and is considered to be the highest ruler of the universe. All things in the world are descendants of Heaven and Earth.

Heaven is the father, so it is called "Huang Tian", and the earth is the mother, so it is called "Hou Tu". Therefore, all mortals are sons of Heaven.

Are you asking me if I want to be loyal to every clan member?

If the rest of the tribe is also asked this question, and if their answer is yes, then they will also be loyal to me, and I will naturally be loyal to each of them.

I would rather call this allegiance a blood connection, a mutual support, and a shared life and death. "

Fang Zheng frowned and said, "I'm talking about His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty!"

Yunchu stood up and looked up at the tall Fang Zheng and said: "Mencius said: "The people are the most valuable, the country is the second most important, and the king is the least important." Therefore, the people of Qiu became the emperor, the emperor became the princes, and the princes became officials. If the princes threaten the country, they will change their positions. After the sacrifice is completed, the rice is abundant and clean, and the ancestors are worshiped in time, but if it dries out early and the water overflows, it will be replaced by the state.

If you can clearly prove that I am from the Tang Dynasty, then, under Mencius's humble words and righteousness, what is the difference between being loyal to His Majesty the Emperor and being loyal to my tribe? "

Fang Zheng was stunned by Yun Chu's words. In his simple understanding, loyalty to the Tang Dynasty meant loyalty to the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

Now, someone gave him a new answer.