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Chapter 19 Mencius's Small Words Are Very Effective

Fatty Fangzheng opened Yunchu's hair, saw the terrible scar near the upper left brain, gasped and said, "Your baby is lucky to survive."

Although the scar is an old wound, how could someone like Fatty Fangzheng, who has been in the military for half his life, fail to see that the scar was formed for no more than three years.

Facing Yun Chu who remained silent, Fatty Fangzheng told his followers: "Please soldiers Cao and Huzheng come over."

After the entourage left, the room immediately became quiet. The fat Fang was pacing back and forth. It seemed that he felt that the question Yun Chu had thrown him was very difficult.

After a while, two equally sturdy men walked in from the outside, but they were not as fat as Fang Zheng.

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

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

After reading the things, he looked up and down at Yun Chu who was kneeling on the ground.

Fangzheng took another sip of cold water and said, "What about the regulations, just say something."

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

The black-faced and long-bearded man on the right said: "Look clearly, this is a child from Guanzhong, not those criminals who can be rubbed by you casually."

The Bing Cao on the left sneered and said, "He suddenly appeared in my town of Kucha without any crimes. It's not a prisoner, it's a prisoner."

After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands towards Fangzheng who was sitting in the middle: "Guan Ling, please deal with it as a prisoner. That's it, there will be no future troubles."

Shangguan Ling Fangzheng laughed and said, "Brother Liu, so you don't doubt the identity of this son from Tang, do you?"

The soldier Cao Liuxiong came to Yunchu, roughed his hair, pinched his mouth, and finally took off the shoes on his feet, and thumped the soles of his feet so hard that Yunchu almost cried out in pain.

Immediately, he threw away Yunchu's feet, Fangzheng said: "Two spins, white teeth, flat feet, there is no doubt that they belong to Chang'an."

Long-bearded Huzheng He Yuanshan said with a smile: "Since Fangzheng speaks Guanzhong dialect, and Guanzhong is so big, how can we be sure that he is from Chang'an?"

Bing Cao Liu Xiong said: "Except for Chang'an, the people in the two counties of Wannian have more black teeth!"

After hearing the judgment of Bing Cao Liu Xiong, not only He Yuanshan and Fang Zheng were surprised, but even Yunchu himself was very surprised.

Two spins on the top of the head, white teeth, and flat feet that are not obvious to him can really confirm that he is from the Tang Dynasty, and can also narrow the scope to Chang'an, the magic of Wannian and two counties?
Isn't this too idealistic?
Yunchu couldn't help casting suspicious eyes on the soldier Cao Liuxiong.

Seeing Yunchu's unfriendly eyes, Liu Xiong, who was a little proud at first, grabbed him by the lapel of his clothes, lifted him up, and shouted angrily face to face: "Why, you don't believe what I say?"

Yunchu grabbed Liu Xiong's thick arm and said, "I just can't remember the past, it's not that I've become stupid."

"Why did you appear in Qiucha City, and you still have Jinsha?"

Fangzheng weighed the bag containing Jinsha and asked Yunchu in a good voice.

"When I woke up, I was in the Aries tribe. I lived in that tribe for three years. The big Apo of the tribe said that I am not a Serb, and I should go to my own tribe. Someone I resemble."

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

It stands to reason that for a young man like you, there should be many merchants willing to take you in. "

"They don't smell right." Yun Chu looked at Fang Zheng and said as a matter of course.

"It doesn't taste right?" He Yuanshan also found this sentence very interesting.

Liu Xiong even smiled, opened his arms and pressed Yun Chu's head into his creaking nest, saying, "What's the smell, is it this?"

Yun Chu's legs twisted tightly around Liu Xiong's left leg, his hands clasped Liu Xiong's shoulders, and he rushed forward. Liu Xiong's body stood still, but Yun Chu's body suddenly retracted, and his feet climbed up, stepping on the ground. On Liu Xiong's waist, his body violently struggled backwards.

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

However, Yunchu also took this opportunity to pull his head out of Liu Xiong's armpit, breathing in fresh air.

That guy's armpit was a huge stinking cesspit.

Feeling ashamed, Liu Xiong threw Yunchu away, and Fang Zheng said: "I want this bastard. After a few years of practice, he will be a good player."

But He Yuanshan said to Yunchu: "Rewrite that picture again."

Yun Chu shook his head and said, "My pen is broken, the pen I made myself is too soft, I can't write that character well."

Fangzheng left his seat naturally. Right behind him, there was a reed futon and a low table, on which were the pens, inks, papers and inkstones he needed.

Yun Chu sat on the futon, first looked at the pile of rough hemp paper on the table, and couldn't help frowning.

This scene was also noticed by Fangzheng and He Yuanshan. They looked at each other without making a sound, and continued to watch Yunchu write.

Studying ink is a special skill for scholars. Whether you are a scholar or not, you only need to look at the way he studies ink to know.

Although Xuanzang is a monk, he is also a senior scholar. His technique of studying ink has been completely inherited by Lao Yangpi. Therefore, Yunchu's technique of studying ink has naturally become Xuanzang's technique.

Because he often grinds ink for Xuanzang, Lao Yangpi is better at grinding ink, and he also summed up the method of grinding and grinding in circles.

The grinding method is only suitable for new ink sticks and rectangular inkstones, which can handle the corners of new ink sticks well.

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

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

Don't look at Fangzheng and He Yuanshan just let Yunchu study ink and write, the examination and evaluation in the process is far more vicious than Liu Xiong's method of distinguishing Tang people.

Check the origin of writing, study ink to check whether Yunchu is a real skilled reader, and whether he can grind out the amount of ink just enough to write those words.

Soon, Yunchu grinded out a puddle of thick ink, he didn't start writing immediately, but sniffed the ink gently.

In fact, Fangzheng, who is a small official in the edge of Kucha, is not qualified to use scented ink sticks. The reason why Yunchu is so obsessed is because he has once again come into contact with civilization.

The Huihe people in the Tang Dynasty did not have their own characters, and they might be brewing. Anyway, Yunchu found no one among the Huihe people who could write.

The writing brushes in Fangzheng's official office were not good either, they always shed their hairs. Yun Chu took out two hairs that fell out from the tip of the brush, moistened the brush in the ink pool, and then picked up the brush to write.

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

Under Fangzheng, He Yuanshan, and Liu Xiong's watchful eyes, Yunchu quickly re-copied the calligraphy handed to him by Lao Yangpi.

By the time the last character was written, the ink in the ink pool had been fully used up, which showed Yunchu's skill in controlling the amount of ink used.

He didn't know how to write calligraphy before, and Lao Yangpi taught him stroke by stroke on the sand table. Later, he found a lot of paper and brushes for Yunchu to contact calligraphy.

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

"Sui people are honorable, right?" He Yuanshan frowned after reading the fonts. If Yunchu could only write, he wouldn't suspect that Yunchu had other identities. Now, it is because these words are written so well that he has certainty. worries.

"Nonsense, in the fourth year of Zhenguan, Empress Xiao and the former Sui Yuande prince returned to the Central Plains with the Turks on their backs. On the grasslands and Gobi, there are no more so-called nobles from the Sui Dynasty. The matter of this child must be discussed in the long run."

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

Fangzheng smiled and said: "Look again, it's been a long time, as long as we find out that this is a good kid, it doesn't matter if we make excuses, after all, we got back a good kid for Datang.

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

He Yuanshan said: "You have to be careful, this kid was able to stumble Liu Xiong just now, and with your already obese body, it's very likely that you can't handle him."

Fangzheng 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 good handwriting and abide by all the etiquette can be so bad. Don't worry, even a bad boy has time to teach him .”

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

"Have you figured out who I am?" Yunchu raised his head and looked at Fangzheng hopefully.

Fangzheng slowly came to Yunchu and asked solemnly, "Tell me, will you be loyal to Datang?"

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

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

Fangzheng nodded and asked again: "Are you willing to serve the Emperor of Tang Dynasty?"

Yun Chu said dully: "It is said in the book: The Son of Heaven is the primordial son of heaven, and heaven is a personified nature, considered to be the supreme ruler of the universe, and everything in the world is the descendant of heaven and earth.

Heaven is the father, so it is called "Emperor Heaven", and the earth is the mother, so it is called "Houtu".Therefore, all mortals are the sons of heaven.

Are you asking if I want to be loyal to every clansman?
If the rest of the tribe is also asked this question, 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 kind of allegiance a blood connection, a close relationship, and a shared life and death. "

Fangzheng 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 Zhengdao: "Mencius said: "The people are the most important, the community is second, and the king is the least.That's why you get the people of Qiu to be the son of heaven, you get the son of heaven to be a prince, and you get the princes to be a great official.If the princes are in danger of the country, they will change their positions.Sacrifice is done, prosperity is clean, and it is time to worship the ancestors. However, if the water overflows early, the country will be changed.

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

Fangzheng was dumbfounded by Yunchu's words. In his simple understanding, allegiance to the Great Tang was allegiance to the Emperor of the Great Tang.

Now, someone gave him a new answer.

(End of this chapter)