The stars of eternity have gathered into a river of light, gradually moving westward. When the dawn rises in the east, the young men and women have completed what they should do.
In this era, the age at which concubines went into coma was considered very late, and it was the standard for late marriage and late childbearing. After all, generally speaking, some women would be taken away by men from some tribes when they reached adulthood at the age of thirteen, and the same was true for boys.
You can start a family with a young girl when you are around fifteen.
However, in this era, precisely because everything was very crude, there was no agreed-upon standard for this. It was not until the Zhou Dynasty that strict regulations were generally made, requiring everyone in the world to abide by them, and written into etiquette.
If someone doesn't comply, they will be cast aside.
Confucius said that the age of marriage for women is between fifteen and twenty years old, and for men between twenty and twenty-three years old. Within these two ranges, they are in line with the standards of the Zhou Dynasty.
Because women get their haircut at the age of fifteen, and men get their haircut at the age of twenty, this is determined by the time when the bodies of men and women undergo special changes.
Young men and women wake up from hazy dreams without much tenderness, because there are still many things that should be done that have not been done.
Ehuang combed her hair like a woman, and placed bronze mirrors in the room. For Yuzai, this was indeed a wonderful night. Of course, if Chisongzi hadn't found Yuzai halfway through coughing, and said something about refining Qi.
The question of a scholar’s wife
Young men and women walked out of the house, welcoming the light of spring.
Chisongzi told Ruzai that although you and Erhuang are now in the dark, there is one thing that Ruzai must know, that is, it is not easy for Qi practitioners to give birth to children.
This is also easy to understand, that is, the qi refiner himself refines the essence into qi, and everyone understands it.
It was a new day, and the work ahead was very busy. Di Fangxun was squeezing A Hong in the factory, but he encountered fierce resistance from A Hong.
"I told you that you don't understand. This can't be created immediately. You ask questions here and there. But you don't believe me after I told you. You can ask Yi Jun. He can prove me.
Everything you said is correct."
Danzhu was quibbling, because Di Fangxun read some of his manuscripts, which contained the rifling structure drawn by Su Zai, and marked words to improve accuracy. Di Fangxun asked Danzhu to make it, and Danzhu jumped on the spot.
Already.
I don’t have this ability for the time being! But my father doesn’t listen to others and even beats him.
Just when the worker Ahong was resisting his father, he saw Yuzai coming. Di Fangxun also saw it. He was a little surprised and a little unhappy. He told Yuzai that today is the first day after dusk. Don't you?
Why stay with your wife at home and go to the factory?
Di Fangxun: "The factory is very dusty and full of fire. It's easy to get angry. Don't come here. Go back and create people as soon as possible."
Yu Zai was very speechless, but still told Di Fangxun that although the evening was very important, he could not put down his work. There were still many things to deal with, such as your order.
Dayu passed through the house three times to control the floods without entering. It is said that Confucius was a good talker and made random nonsense. He took Confucius out and blamed Confucius for the incident of Dayu. He said that when Confucius was doing great things, he
I passed by my house three times without ever entering. I want to learn from the ancient saints.
Yu Zai: “When I want to do something big, I hope my teammates won’t always give me question marks.”
Di Fangxun: "?"
Chisongzi: “?”
Danzhu: “?”
Danzhu poked his head over, but was frightened back by Di Fangxun's glare. The steel pipe in the old man's hand made a clanging sound, and it was obvious that he could no longer resist the urge to hit someone.
Di Fangxun: "What are you looking at? These are such joyful days, shouldn't you make me something good to celebrate?"
Danzhu: "That was Ehuang Chenghun, not you and the deer."
【The sound of the pole being danced】
This father and son have always been like this, but Danzhu felt that after his father returned home this time, he probably wouldn't have much time to come back. He would avoid the limelight in the south and take his wife and children over, which is not nice to say.
, the next time I go back to the Central Plains I should be attending the funeral for my dad.
In fact, Danzhu also felt a little sad in his heart. Seeing his old father with gray hair and having to worry about many things in the world, he always felt a little guilty. It was like this every time. Of course, this kind of sadness and guilt,
Everything would disappear the moment his old father suddenly picked up the steel pipe and walked toward him.
Yuzai handed over some unfinished design drawings he had drawn before to Danzhu, and told Danzhu that this time your father asked you to make them by name, and did not even ask for Yijun's help. You know, artillery was first used by Yijun.
After all, you only produce equipment for people's livelihood, and he is the head of arms. Now that your father has given you this job, he hopes that you can really give him a good job.
Yuzai helped Danzhu resolve the issue of father-son relationship. Danzhu also thought about it and felt that this was the case.
It’s rare for my father to think highly of me
Yuzai also explained to Di Fangxun here, saying that some things cannot be made now, due to technical limitations, and they need to wait a little longer.
“Probably at the end of this summer, when the autumn wind comes, we can return to the Central Plains with the joy of harvest, and back to Taotang when winter comes.”