Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun took a chicken wing, put it in the slave's bowl and said, "eat."

Nu Nu immediately thanked Fang Yun with two small claws, and then ate happily.

Fang Yun and the four were amused by the polite little fox. Yang Yuhuan put another piece of meat in the slave's bowl.

Nu Nu immediately looked up and looked at Yang Yuhuan with vigilance, then looked at the meat, gently smelled it with his nose, and continued to eat the chicken wings delivered to him by Fang Fang.

After eating Fang Yun's chicken wings, nu Nu licked her claws and mouth with her little pink tongue. She didn't look at the meat contained by Yang Yuhuan. She just looked up at Fang Yun with lovely and pathetic eyes, as if saying: give me another piece, just one!

Fang Yun didn't expect that Nu Nu didn't eat the meat given by others, so he said, "you can eat that meat at ease. You should listen to her later."

Nu Nu lowered her head reluctantly and began to eat the meat given by Yang Yuhuan.

Fang Yun reached out and touched his head. The slave rubbed Fang Yun's hand with his head, ate the meat in one bite, showing a satisfied look, and was no longer dissatisfied.

Fang Yun fed the slave while eating. After eating, he found that the slave was not as big as a chicken, but he ate a whole chicken with a full belly.

After dinner, Fang Yun put the slave back into the bamboo basket. He took a break and continued to write the story of the west chamber.

Just after writing for a while, nu Nu suddenly cried out.

Fang Yun looked around and saw Nu pointing to Fang Yun's table with his little claw.

"Are you coming up?" Fang Yun asked.

Nu Nu immediately nodded excitedly.

"OK." Fang Yun picked it up and looked at its claws carefully. Her claws have pink meat pads. They are very cute, and there is no dirt or dust. But she just ate meat on the ground and didn't wash her claws.

"People are talented and sheltered. They can 'keep mosquitoes away from the body', but only when they become a 'Hanlin' can they have 'no dust on the body'. Even if they don't take a bath for decades, they don't have dirt on the body. Demons may have a similar body without dust, but their strength must be at least equal to that of Hanlin. It's obviously a young fox. Is it not in an ordinary position?"

Fang Yun thought and put the slave on the table.

Fang Yun suddenly asked, "do you understand our Terran words?"

Nu Nu reacted very quickly this time and shook her head firmly.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand to help his forehead: "you are so clever!"

Nu Nu immediately laughed happily and thought Fang Yun really praised it.

Fang Yun smiled and continued to write the story of the west chamber.

Nu Nu lay on the table and looked at the words on the paper. At first, his eyes were blurred. After a while to clarify the relationship between the characters, he immediately came to the spirit and stared at them, and his expression changed with Fang Yun's words.

When Fang Zhiyun and Cui Yingying were talking about love, nu Nu looked obsessed.

When Fang Zhiyun helped Cui Yingying resolve the crisis, nu Nu was very happy.

When writing about Liu Zizheng's design of the cloud of harm, the slave suddenly shouted angrily, waved his claws and patted the three words "Liu Zizheng".

"What are you doing?" Fang Yun glared at nu.

Nu Nu looked at Fang Yun angrily and didn't get away from the story.

Fang Yun patted it on the head and said, "be honest, or I won't let you see it."

Nu Nu realized that she was too impulsive, scratched her head with her little claws, smiled shyly, and showed an expression of admitting her mistake.

"I didn't expect that my first reader would be a fox," Fang Yun said with a smile.

Nu Nu shouted discontentedly, as if to say what happened to the fox?

Fang Yun wrote for two hours and felt tired. He left the East chamber with some pens, ink, paper and inkstones. He wanted to teach Yang Yuhuan to read while he was resting.

Nu Nu stayed on the table honestly. When Fang Yun left, he immediately looked at the story of the west chamber from the beginning excitedly, and raised his ears from time to time to listen to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun put his pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table in the West Wing room, went to the door of the main house and saw Yang Yuhuan tidying up the yard.

"Sister Yuhuan, wash your hands. Come in. I have something to tell you."

"Oh." Yang Yuhuan took his face and washed his hands, and then walked to Fang Yun.

"What's up?" Yang Yuhuan looked at Fang Yun with her beautiful face.

Fang Yun took her hand and walked in and said, "let me teach you to read and write."

"HMM." Yang Yuhuan felt the temperature and firmness in Fang Yun's hand and promised softly.

Fang Yun took Yang Yuhuan to the West Wing room, spread white paper and picked up his pen, but he didn't write immediately.

In this era, there were only "Baijiaxing" and "QianZiWen" and some things compiled by local literary academies. There were no famous Mongolian reading materials for later generations, such as "Three Character Classic", "Yan Family Instructions", "Zengguang Xianwen" and "Youxue qionglin".

Fang Yun also remembered what he had learned. He just memorized the thousand character script and the hundred family names by rote. It took him a long time to remember them. There are 1000 basic characters in QianZiWen. The antithesis is neat and clear. It is very suitable for children to learn.

When Fang Yun finished learning "thousand characters" and "hundred family names", he left his elementary school and went directly to a private school to learn the holy classics. There was no excessive learning in the middle, and he had been struggling all the time.

"Most of the children here have direct contact with the Analects of Confucius and other books after learning the thousand character text and the hundred family names. It is too encouraging. They should learn some more three character classics and Zengguang Xianwen before learning the holy classics. However, sister Yuhuan can't read, so she should start teaching from the thousand character text."

Fang Yun said: "next, I'll teach you the content of thousand word text. Today, I'll teach you the most basic eight words, which will gradually increase in the future. You're optimistic."

Subsequently, Fang Yun wrote down the eight words "dark and yellow heaven and earth and the flood of the universe" at the beginning of the thousand word essay, and then explained them to Yang Yuhuan one by one.

When Yang Yuhuan barely remembered it, he asked her to write slowly, while Fang Yun went back to the east wing.

Back in the room, Fang Yun looked at the table. Everything had not changed, but the slave smiled and seemed to be flattering him.

Fang Yun touched his head. Instead of being reluctant this time, he liked it very much.

Fang Yun continued to write the story of the west chamber.

After writing a page, Fang Yun was about to change the paper. Nu Nu suddenly shouted, and then stretched out his furry claws to put on Fang Yun's wrist.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yun asked nu.

Nu Nu couldn't speak. She pointed to the word "total" on the page with her claws and shouted, "Nu Nu! Nu Nu Nu!" Fang Yun couldn't understand it. It was a little worried.

Fang Yun looked at the word carefully and suddenly realized that he was in a hurry to write the last word. The word "total" was written less than one point, so he picked up his pen and pointed it.

"If there is a mistake in the word, you should take care of yourself." Fang Yun smiled and quoted the allusion of "Qu youcuo, Zhou Langgu".

"Whining!" Nu Nu was very excited, and her hairy tail swept around behind her.

"In the future, you should watch it carefully for me. The ancients read it with red tea, and I have added fragrance to slaves. You owe this book."

"Whining!" Nu Nu was more excited and jumped gently. She wanted to jump onto Fang Yun's shoulder. Although she ate the meat and had strength, she was still weak. Fang Yun hurriedly stretched out her hand and put it on her chest. Nu Nu just jumped into his arms.

Nu Nu happily rubbed Fang Yun's chest with her head, looking happy.

After playing with Nu Nu for a while, Fang Yun patted him on the ass and said, "OK, I'll continue to write books." he put Nu Nu on the table.

Nu Nu was blushing with shame. She covered her eyes with two small claws and lay on the table. She no longer went to see what Fang Yun wrote.

When Fang Yun wrote more than ten words, he shrugged his ears and secretly looked at Fang Yun. When he found that everything was as usual, he slowly raised his head and continued to watch the story of the west chamber, but his furry tail shook gently.

Three days passed in a flash, and Fang Yun finally completed the whole book of the romance of the west chamber.

When Fang Yun finished the last stroke of the romance of the west chamber, he moved in his heart, closed his eyes and read into the Wen palace.

There are two changes in Wen palace.

There are already six stars in the above star sky of Wengong, one of which is much larger than the others, representing the poem of the town of Ji county.

The six stars shine a faint light on Fang Yun's statue. Fang Yun's statue has a wisp of silk talent. It was only three inches high, but now it is six inches high!

Once you reach ten inches, after honing and going to the holy temple to worship, your talent will expand like a needle and become a scholar.

"Other people's talents need to go to the holy temple to worship saints in order to improve. I have the nourishment of these famous articles and stars. Maybe I can become a rare former scholar in a hundred years. It is said that the former scholar is the limit. No one can become a former scholar except the students taught by Confucius himself."

Fang Yun left Wen palace and quickly silently read the romance of the west chamber. He changed several places and officially finalized it.

Fang Yun found that the number of words in the romance of the west chamber is far from comparable to the four famous works, but in this era, it has been a long and long article, but as a book, the number of pages is still a little small.

So Fang Yun wrote a famous novel in the Legendary Novels of the Tang Dynasty, a story in the pillow. This novel derived an idiom, which is more widely spread than the title of the book, that is, a dream.

"Pillow in mind" tells of a poor scholar who met Bansheng walking around the world in an inn. Seeing that he was talented but obsessed with his official position, Bansheng gave him a Wenbao pillow. After the scholar got the pillow, he fell asleep. At the moment, the kitchen of the inn has just begun to steam sorghum rice.

The scholar dreamed that he was proud of his official career and had a green cloud all the way. Finally, he became an assistant prime minister and enjoyed all his glory and wealth. However, he was falsely accused of treason by other senior officials and imprisoned by the monarch. A few years later, his grievances were vindicated, and he became an extreme minister again. His children and grandchildren were full of hall, and all of them were promising.

Finally, he was old and wanted to resign, but the monarch didn't allow it, but he saw through everything, wrote a memorial and asked to resign, and died soon.

Then the scholar woke up. Bansheng was still with him. The steamed sorghum rice in the inn was not cooked yet.

Scholars have great understanding, no longer pursue fame and wealth, but concentrate on Taoism, and finally become a generation of great Confucianism.

Fang Yun thought that the pillow in mind was more in line with the mainstream thought of Shengyuan, so it became a suitable short story with a little change.

Both novels were punctuated and divided into paragraphs, with more pages, and finally a total of more than 150 pages.

When he finished writing, it was already the afternoon. Fang Yun had a sleep. After dinner, he asked Fang Daniu to drive to the Zhou house.

The state literary academy is at the same level as the state yamen, and the highest officials are senior officials of the third grade. Although master Zhou is only the sixth grade, he is in charge of the Wenhui academy and other institutions. He has great real power and is responsible for some affairs of the whole state. His power is no less than that of the fifth grade magistrate.