Chapter 829 Why, Isn't It That Our Old Cheng Family Ancestors Are Too Low
Chapter 829 Why, isn’t it because our old Cheng family ancestors were too low-key? (Please subscribe and vote)
The guests in the restaurants outside Taixue all have a sense of curiosity, drinking wine, eating meat, and admiring these things that usually have their tails raised to the sky.
Open your mouth, Confucius said, but keep your mouth shut, Mencius said. The gentle man showed off his bastard fists in front of the public and hummed haha.
Some students even resorted to the secret of pulling their hair and scratching their faces without showing shame.
In addition, monkeys pick out peaches, insert nostrils, pull ears, strangle necks, and stab the buttocks with swords. These destructive methods are endless.
Several knights who were drinking and having fun in the wine shop here turned pale and shook their heads after seeing the fighting methods of these gentlemen.
Only the idle men and local gangsters who gathered around looked very pleased with themselves, feeling that they really had something in common with these gentlemen.
Soon, the soldiers who were patrolling the city not far away were alerted, as well as the officers in the Imperial College. Finally, they were able to stop a big riot in time that might spread to the entire Imperial College.
However, although this large-scale fighting scene was stopped in time, there was still a lot of conflict between the Taixue students and other students.
There were several conflicts that evolved from spitting to physical, ahem, physical conflicts, but the scale was a bit small and not up to par.
Although the matter did not get serious, there is an interesting story among the 500 students of Taixue that Kong Yingda was slapped in the face by Cheng Sanlang with literature.
It has become the most talked about topic among the government and the public in Chang'an, and has spread among the people in the city.
There are even some Taixue students with strong self-esteem who just drop out of school in a fit of rage. Of course, such people are only a very small number.
After all, if a person is living in this world and is not thick-skinned, how can he get along in society or become an official?
However, even though those Imperial College students were very thick-skinned, during this period, they were quite honest and low-key, such as the various pavilions and pavilions in Chang'an City.
Students from the Imperial College, who were originally the main consumer group, have almost no students from the Imperial College during this period.
After all, going to that kind of place and being ridiculed by other people in front of the young lady is definitely more uncomfortable than reaching out and slapping her in the face.
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Time finally came to the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Cheng Chubi and his two brothers all changed into clean and decent clothes.
He was bragging and spanking in the front hall, waiting for the arrival of his father, Cheng Yaojin, and his mother, Mrs. Cui.
After a short while, they heard hearty laughter coming from outside, and the three brothers hurried to the door of the hall.
Then he saw that he was actually wearing a Confucian shirt. Because he was fat and strong, the Confucian shirt was almost stretched into a costume. He had a lion's head and eyes, looking at his father who was looking for power.
Went hand in hand with my mother who was dressed gracefully and elegantly and was extremely intellectual and beautiful.
Behind him, the three younger brothers, No. 4, 56, each held a chicken drumstick and followed him with aggrieved expressions on their faces.
The three brothers Cheng Chubi saluted their parents. Mother Cui came to them. If she were a leader, she glanced at the three adult sons with satisfaction.
He straightened the eldest child Cheng Chumo's bun, straightened the belt of the second child Cheng Chuliang, and patted the dust on the third child's lapel.
He took a few steps back, took out the glasses hidden in his sleeves, put them on, looked at his three sons, and then revealed a satisfied smile.
"Look, husband, these children in our family are all as handsome and brave as you, husband."
I saw my father, a gentleman like me, stretched out three fingers to pinch the thick beard like a steel needle under his chin and nodded repeatedly.
After thinking for a while, he turned his head again and patted the heads of the three underage children behind him affectionately.
"You three brothers, four, five, and six, must obey Uncle Fu's words and don't make trouble at home, you know?"
"Be obedient and you will have meat to eat. Otherwise, be careful, daddy will deal with you."
After the three little melon seeds were clicked in unison, Lao Liu glanced at the chicken drumstick in his hand with disgust and couldn't help but said.
"Dad, I want to eat cannonball. You can ask Uncle Fu to make it. My eldest brother said you can eat it in the palace, so I want to eat it too."
"Yes, I want to eat too."
"father……"
Seeing the eager expressions of the three little guys, Cheng Yaojin rolled his eyes helplessly.
"Our family just ate the cannonball yesterday, aren't you tired of that stuff?"
Ms. Cui looked at the three little guys with a doting look on her face, gently tugged on her husband's sleeve and said.
"Since Shiro, Wulang and Liulang are happy, let them do it..."
After his wife had spoken, Cheng Yaojin naturally no longer refused.
"Chengchengcheng, Cheng Fu, go get a cannonball later to satisfy these three boys."
Hearing this, the faces of the three underage brothers immediately lit up with joy.
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General Cheng, who was wearing a Confucian shirt, put his wife Cui into the carriage. He watched his wife take off in the carriage first, and then he turned his head and looked at his three sons with their heads held high.
"Have you all remembered what I told you?"
Cheng Chubi saw the high-spirited look on his eldest brother Cheng Chumo's face, and he laughed out loud.
"Remember, don't worry, Dad, today is a day for our old Cheng family to be in the limelight."
The second brother, Cheng Chuliang, sniffed and nodded vigorously. "Dad, don't worry, the child remembers it very much and will definitely never forget it."
Cheng Yaojin nodded with satisfaction, and his eyes finally fell on Cheng Sanlang, who looked helpless to complain.
"Well... Third child, today I will take the lead for you as my father."
"Dad, if we act like this, won't it be too conspicuous?"
Cheng Chubi always felt that his father wanted to treat the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, which gathered the civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty and the Manchu Dynasty, as the scene of the old Cheng family's showmanship, and he always felt a little bit shy.
Cheng Yaojin slapped Cheng Chubi on the back unwillingly, causing his own son to stagger.
"You kid, you're good at everything, but you're too thin-skinned. Learn more from your eldest and second brothers.
When you are an official, you have to be thick-skinned, and if you want to pass down your poems and books to your family and become famous all over the world, you need to have thicker skin."
"Don't even think about it. The old Kong family has made every pear known to the world. It has been passed down for hundreds of years and has become a good story."
"Our old Cheng family has a strict family tradition. Our ancestors have always been kind to the father and filial to the son, and we have never seen it publicized. Why, isn't it because our ancestors of the old Cheng family are too low-key?"
"You want to be like their old Kong family, beating gongs and drums outside all day long to preach, haha, what is not better than their old Kong family?"
The two brothers nodded in agreement. Cheng Chubi touched his smooth and supple face and suddenly realized that his father's words did make some sense.
Huh? Something is wrong. I always feel that my thinking seems to have been misled by my father.
However, before Cheng Chubi had time to reflect on himself, his father urged him to get on his horse, and the four father and son galloped away into the distance.
At the same moment, lanterns were lit inside and outside the Tai Chi Hall, and the palace maids and eunuchs were busy.
The time for the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet is not far away...