The carriages at the city gate are like a long queue, and I don’t know where they are. Because of the assassination of the old King of Hejian a few years ago, the entire Sili area is very strictly monitored, especially in Luoyang County.
Many young people expressed dissatisfaction with this ban that allowed knights and knights to carry swords. Even Situ Hegong at the time was extremely dissatisfied.
However, under the strong suppression of Zhang He and other embroidered clothes messengers, these young people finally fulfilled their duties, with the exception of He Gong. The emperor ordered that all officials, in order to show the majesty of the Han Dynasty, could carry swords with them.
The young man in Confucian uniform got out of the car, thanked the old driver, took a young child with him, walked through the carriages, and walked to the city gate.
Immediately, some soldiers stopped him, and after looking carefully for a long time, they were allowed to enter. The young man happily led the young child into Luoyang. He looked around curiously.
He tried his best to control his emotions and maintain his dignity as a father, but the little guy next to him looked a little unhappy and muttered.
"Alang, look, how is this Luoyang?"
"I...I...I...don't look, I want...ah...ah...mother!"
The toddler stuttered a bit when he spoke, and when he opened his mouth, his whole body trembled.
"It's because of you that I brought you to Luoyang. The official schools here are taught by famous Confucian scholars. You are so smart. You will be admitted to Taiyuan University in the future..." The young man said with a smile. The young boy probably
He was only seven or eight years old. When he heard the famous Confucian scholar, his eyes were a little frightened. He lowered his head and said, "I don't...want...want...to go to school..."
Hearing what he said, the young man was helpless and did not speak again. He pulled him and asked pedestrians for directions, walking towards the depths of Luoyang. As he walked, the little guy became a little tired and frowned.
Looking at the young man, he asked: "Father, where are we going?"
"Of course I'll take you to play!"
"Playing...?" The young boy's eyes suddenly flashed, and he did not ask any more questions. Instead, he was thinking in his heart, and a smile gradually appeared on his lips. The young scholar looked at him and started chatting with him.
However, the toddler always kept silent, which was a good thing. He was usually taciturn due to his stutter, but he still spoke often in front of his father.
The young scholar looked at the child gently. The two walked and stopped all the way, and finally arrived at the destination. It was indeed an extremely prosperous place, with countless pedestrians around. However, most of them were holding books in their hands. The little boy
The guy carefully observed his surroundings and saw a dozen huge stone tablets with dragons and phoenixes engraved on them.
"Hahaha, this is Taiyuan College, and that is the Stone Scripture!" The young scholar laughed, ignoring the dumbfounded little guy on the side. He trotted over and took out the bamboo slips from the package. There was no pen and ink.
After looking at it, there was a special pen and inkstone beside the stone scripture. He borrowed one and started copying it very carefully. The little guy was a little bored and squatted alone in one place, muttering something unknown.
He picked up a branch from somewhere and was playing with it on the ground. Suddenly, a person walked past him. In the crowded situation, he may not have lowered his head to 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 around slowly. The little guy frowned and stared at him fiercely. This man looked to be in the same grade as his father, but he was very fat and the clothes on his body were definitely not ordinary.
Wearable, there were several guards standing around him. Seeing that it was a little guy, they didn't pay much attention. The man asked: "Did you call me?"
Hearing this person's question, the little guy didn't know why. He suddenly froze, opened his mouth, and his anger dissipated instantly. He lowered his head and said, "Don't blame...blame, it's the little guy...
"Little...little...boy, I recognized the wrong person." The fat man was stunned 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...
No one should be so rude, understand?"
The little guy was a little angry. You broke my things and now you want to lecture me? However, the fat man was not curious or disdainful because of his stuttering. This made the little guy feel a lot better. He
He bowed his hands very politely and said: "Teach me...". At this time, the fat man laughed happily, nodded, and was about to say something else. When he lowered his head, he noticed the ground and walked over again.
After a few steps, I looked down and saw a few Chinese characters written on the ground, but they were damaged by a footprint.
The fat man was thoughtful and looked a little embarrassed. He coughed and said, "You wrote this? Have you already entered school? This calligraphy is not bad!" The little guy pointed to the stone scripture opposite, a little confused.
He stammered: "I didn't... didn't... go to school... then..." The little fat man turned his head and looked at the stone scripture in the distance, then lowered his head and looked down, and then suddenly realized,
It turns out that he drew it according to the stone scriptures.
"You are quite smart. You haven't entered school yet, and you can still draw decently... How old are you?"
"When I was eight years old, I wasn't... smart. My father... took me... to school." The little guy said helplessly. The fat man laughed and looked.
Seeing his unwilling look, he shook his head and said, "Your father did it for your own good. My father died young. Speaking of which, I quite envy you."
"No...yes, he...has been...there for an hour..." The little guy pointed at the man in the distance who was copying scriptures wholeheartedly, muttered and said aggrievedly, and the fat man grinned,
Shaking his head, he 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 started chatting here, one big and one small, and they actually had a lot of fun. Gradually, the boy, who had a stutter and was not very fluent in speech, also let go. He was not as restrained as before, and the two of them kept talking.
We were chatting here, which made several guards on the side feel a little embarrassed.
"Where are you from?" the fat man asked with a smile.
"Hold... help... the wind."
"What is it called?"
"My surname is Ma...you...call...call...call...Da Lang..."
"Dalang..." The fat man nodded. He still had some pity and love for this introverted child who stuttered. He turned his head and looked at the person who was copying the stone scripture in the distance, completely ignoring the situation here.
The young scholar said helplessly: "Your father is really...does he want to finish copying all the stone scriptures and then come to see you?"
The middle-aged man on the side said: "Master, it will take four or five hours to finish copying the Stone Scripture. We have important things to do..." The fat man ignored him, frowned and said:
"What's going on with the borrowed inkstones there? Is it your idea to charge a fee?" The man was stunned and said with a smile: "This is also for the convenience of the scholars, most of them don't carry pens and ink..."
"Most of the people here are scholars from poor families. Can't you charge less?"