Chapter 17: Mencius’ subtle words and great righteousness are very useful
The fat man Fangzheng opened Yunchu's hair and saw the terrible scar near the upper left side of his head. He took a breath and said, "It's really lucky that your baby can survive."
Although the scar is an old injury, how could someone like Fatty Fang Zheng, who has spent half his life in the military, fail to see that the scar took no more than three years to form.
Facing Yun Chu who remained silent, the fat man Fang Zheng ordered his entourage: "Please come over, Bing Cao and Hu Zheng."
After the entourage left, the room suddenly became quiet. Fatty Fangzheng was pacing back and forth. It seemed that he found the problem that Yun Chu had thrown at him to be very difficult.
After a while, two more equally tough men walked in from the outside, but they were not as fat as Fang Zheng.
From the moment the two people walked into the house, Yun Chu felt that the temperature in the house seemed to have dropped several degrees.
The two people came in without saying a word, and carefully looked at the things belonging to Yun Chu that were placed on the ground by their entourage.
After reading the things, he looked up and down at Yun Chu, who was sitting upright on the ground.
Fang Zheng took another sip of cold water and said, "What are the regulations? Just say something."
The strong man on the left with a big scar on his face sneered: "Leave it to me and put it in the barracks. After two years of training, you will be a soldier. Then you will die on the battlefield."
The big man with a black face and a long beard on the right said: "Look clearly, this is a child in the prison, not a prisoner who can be fucked by you casually."
The soldier on the left sneered and said: "You haven't done anything wrong, but you suddenly appeared in our town of Qiuci. If you are not a prisoner, you are a prisoner."
After saying that, he cupped his hands towards Fang Zheng, who was sitting in the middle, and said, "I hope you will be dealt with according to the prison order. In this way, there will be no future troubles."
Shangguan Ling Fangzheng chuckled and said, "Brother Liu, you don't doubt this son's identity from the Tang Dynasty, do you?"
Soldier Cao Liu Xiong came to Yunchu, roughly pulled his hair, pinched his mouth open, and finally took off his shoes and hit the soles of his feet so hard that Yunchu almost screamed out in pain.
Then he threw away Yunchu's feet and said to Fang Zheng: "With two twists, white teeth, and flat feet, there is no doubt that he is from Chang'an."
He Yuanshan, the long-bearded Huzheng, laughed and said: "Since Fang Zheng speaks Guanzhong dialect, and Guanzhong is so big, how can we be sure that he is from Chang'an?"
Soldier Cao Liu Xiong said: "Except Chang'an, there are many people in these two counties with black teeth in ten thousand years!"
After hearing Liu Xiong's judgment, not only He Yuanshan and Fang Zheng were surprised, but even Yun Chu himself was very surprised.
The two whirlpools on the top of the head, the white teeth in the mouth, and the flat feet that are not obvious can really confirm that one is from the Tang Dynasty. Can one also narrow the scope to Chang'an and the two counties of Wannian?
Isn’t this too idealistic?
Yunchu couldn't help but cast suspicious eyes on Bingcao Liu Xiong.
Liu Xiong, who was a little proud at first, saw Yun Chu's unkind look, so he grabbed him by the collar of his clothes, lifted him up, and roared face to face: "What, you don't believe what I say?"
Yun Chu grabbed Liu Xiong's thick arm and said, "I just can't remember what happened before. I'm not stupid."
"Why did you appear in Kucha City and still have the golden sands?"
Fang Zheng weighed the bag filled with gold sand and asked Yunchu angrily.
"When I woke up, I was in the Aries tribe. I lived in that tribe for three years. The tribe leader Abo said that I was not a Serb and should go to my own tribe. So I came to Kucha to look for people who looked like me.
Someone I resemble."
"You found them, why don't you talk to them?
It stands to reason that for a young man like you, there should be many merchants willing to take you in."
"They smell wrong." Yun Chu looked at Fang Zheng and said matter-of-factly.
"It doesn't taste right?" He Yuanshan also found this sentence very interesting.
Liu Xiong even smiled, opened his arms, pressed Yun Chu's head into his creaking nest and said, "What does it smell like? Is it like this?"
Yun Chu grabbed Liu Xiong's left leg with both legs, grabbed Liu Xiong's shoulders with both hands, and rushed forward. Liu Xiong's body remained motionless. Yun Chu's body suddenly shrank, and he climbed up with his feet, stepping on
On Liu Xiong's waist, his body violently broke away backwards.
Liu Xiong, who was trying hard to maintain his balance, was dodged by the sudden forward force. He 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 the fresh air.
That guy's armpit was like a smelly cesspit.
Liu Xiong, who felt humiliated, threw Yunchu away and said to Fang Zheng, "I want this kid. After a few years of practice, he will be a good player."
He Yuanshan said to Yun Chu: "Write that calligraphy again."
Yun Chu shook his head and said: "My pen is broken. The pen I made myself is too soft and I can't write that calligraphy well."
Fang Zheng left his seat naturally. Behind him, there was a reed futon and a low table with the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he needed.
Yunchu sat on the futon, first looked at the pile of rough hemp paper on the table, and couldn't help but frown.
This scene was also seen by Fang Zheng and He Yuanshan. They looked at each other without making a sound and continued to read Yun Chu's writing.
Grinding ink is a skill that belongs exclusively to scholars. You can tell whether he is a scholar by looking at his technique of grinding ink.
Although Xuanzang was a monk, he was also an experienced scholar. His ink-refining technique was completely inherited by Lao Yangpi. Therefore, Yunchu's ink-refining technique naturally became Xuanzang's technique.
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 push 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 pond, 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 pond and continued grinding.
Although Fang Zheng and He Yuanshan just asked Yun Chu to practice 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 still developing. 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 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 increased and used up, which shows Yun Chu's skill in controlling the amount of ink.
He didn't know how to write calligraphy 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.
"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 the Gobi, there were 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 boy, it doesn't matter if we open the door to him. After all, we have got a good boy for Datang.
If you find that he has evil intentions, just kill him!"
He Yuanshan said: "You have to be careful. This kid just now staggered Liu Xiong. With your fat body, it is very likely that you can't 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.
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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 again: "Are you willing to serve the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty?"
Yun Chu said sluggishly: "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 other tribesmen are 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 noble, the country is the second most important, and the king is the least important. Therefore, from the people of Qiu, he became the son of the emperor, from the emperor, he became the princes, and from the princes, he became the high official.
When the princes are in danger of the state, they will change it. After the sacrifice is completed, the rice is abundant and clean, it is time to worship the ancestors. However, if it dries out early and the water overflows, then the state will be changed.
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 people?"
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.