Picked up a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 207
A bullock cart arrived at Luoyang County in a swaying manner.

The carriages at the city gate are like a long dragon, and I don't know where they are lined up. Because of the assassination of King Hejian a few years ago, the entire Sili area is very strict in supervision, especially in Luoyang County. Many young people expressed dissatisfaction with the ban on allowing rangers to wear swords, even the current Duke Situ He was extremely dissatisfied.

However, under the strong suppression of Zhang Yun and other embroidered clothes envoys, these young people were able to fulfill their duties in the end. Only He Gong was an exception. The young man in Confucian uniform got out of the car, thanked the old man who drove the car, and then took a young child with him, shuttled away from these frames, and walked to the city gate.

Immediately, a soldier stopped him. After careful inspection for a long time, they were allowed to enter after reading the biography. The young man led the young boy into Luoyang with great interest. He looked around curiously, He tried his best to restrain his emotions and maintain his dignity as a father, but the little guy beside him seemed a little displeased and muttered.

"Lang, look, how is this Luo Yang?"

"I...I. Don't look, I want to...Ah...Ah, mother!"

The toddler stuttered a little, and when he opened his mouth, his whole body trembled a little.

"I brought you to Luoyang because of you. The official school here is taught by great Confucian scholars. You are so smart. You will come to Taiyuan Academy in the future." The young man said with a smile, the child was probably only seven At the age of eight, when he heard about the famous Confucian scholars, his eyes were a little frightened, he lowered his head, and said, "I don't...want...want...to study."

Hearing what he said, the young man was helpless, didn't speak again, pulled him, asked pedestrians for directions, and walked towards the depths of Luoyang. As he walked, the little guy was a little tired, frowning, Looking at the young man, he asked, "Father, where are we going to... to... to...?"

"Of course I took you to play!"

"Playing?" The young boy's eyes suddenly flashed brightly, he didn't ask any more questions, instead he was thinking in his heart, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. The young scholar looked at him and started to chat with him, but the young boy always It's good to keep his mouth shut. He usually talks a lot in front of his father because of his stuttering.

The young scholar looked at the child gently. The two stopped and stopped all the way, and finally reached the destination. It was indeed a very prosperous place, surrounded by countless pedestrians, but most of them were holding scrolls in their hands. The guy carefully observed the surroundings, but saw more than a dozen huge stone tablets, all of which were engraved with flying dragons and phoenixes.

"Hahaha, this is the Imperial Academy, and that is the Stone Book!" The young scholar laughed loudly, ignoring the stunned little guy, trotting all the way over, took out the bamboo slips from the package, without pen and ink, he Looking at it, there is a special pen, ink and inkstone stand beside the stone scriptures. He borrowed one and began to copy it very seriously. The little guy was a little bored, squatting alone in one place, murmuring something.

I picked up a branch from nowhere and was playing on the ground. Suddenly, a person walked past him. In the crowded situation, he probably didn’t look down. He stepped directly on the masterpiece he had painstakingly completed and walked over. The little guy was furious, jumped up suddenly, pointed at the man, and shouted: "You you... you... stop!"

The man was a little stunned, and turned his head slowly. The little guy frowned and stared at him viciously. This man looked to be in the same grade as his father, but his figure was very fat, and the clothes on his body were by no means what ordinary people would expect. He could wear it. There were a few guards standing around him. They didn't care much when they saw it was a little guy. The man asked, "You called me?"

Hearing this person's inquiry, the little guy didn't know why, and suddenly froze, opened his mouth, and his anger dissipated in an instant, before he lowered his head and said, "Don't...blame...blame...blame, it's the little... Little...boy, I mistook the person." The fat man froze for a moment, looked at the middle-aged man next to him, and then said: "I am a big man who governs the country with filial piety, no matter whether you recognize me as someone No one should be so rude, understand?"

The little guy is a little angry, you broke my things, and now you want to lecture me?However, the fat man didn't feel curious or disdainful because of his stuttering, which made the little guy feel better. He bowed his hands very politely and said, "Teach me!" At this moment, the fat man smiled happily He got up, nodded, and was about to say something again. He lowered his head, but he just noticed the ground. He walked a few more steps and looked down. There were a few Chinese characters written on the ground, but they were damaged by a footprint.

The fat man was thoughtful, with an embarrassed expression on his face. He coughed and said, "You wrote this? You have already entered school? This calligraphy is not bad!" The little guy pointed to the stone scripture on the opposite side. He stammered and said: "I didn't..n.. did not.. go to school...", the little fat man turned his head, looked at the stone scriptures in the distance, and looked down again, only then did he suddenly realize that he was pressing the It was drawn by Shi Jing.

"You are smart, you haven't entered school yet, this painting still looks good, how old are you?"

"Eight years old..I'm not..cong..cong..smart, my father... took me to...enroll in...enrollment", the little guy said helplessly, the fat man laughed, seeing that he was a little unwilling He shook his head and said, "Your father is also doing it for your own good. My father passed away early. Speaking of which, I am quite envious of you."

"No, he... has been there for an hour." The little guy pointed to the man who was copying the scriptures wholeheartedly in the distance, muttered, and said aggrievedly, the fat man grinned, shook his head, and sighed: " Your father is really young, I also have a son, but he is less than three years old this year and has just learned to walk."

The two of them chatted here, one big and one small, and they chatted happily. Gradually, this boy who stuttered and couldn't speak very well, let go. There was no restraint like before, and the two of them kept talking. Chatting here made the guards on the side a little embarrassed.

"Where are you from?" The fat man asked with a smile.

"Help... the wind."

"What is it called?"

"My surname is Ma, you... call... call... call... Dalang"

"Da Lang." Fatty nodded. He still had some pity and love for this introverted and stuttering child. He turned his head and looked at the young soldier who was copying the stone scriptures in the distance, completely ignoring the situation here. Son, said helplessly: "Your father, really. Doesn't he want to copy all the stone scriptures and come to see you again?"

The middle-aged man on the side opened his mouth and said: "Patriarch, it will take four or five hours to finish copying the stone scriptures. We still have important things to do." The fat man ignored him, frowned, and said: "Where What's the situation with the borrowed inkstone? It's your idea to charge for it?" The man was stunned, and said with a smile: "This is also for the convenience of those scholars, most of them don't carry pens and inks."

"Most of them are scholars from poor families. Can't you charge less money?"

"This"

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