Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 48 Failure

  Feng Zhuang.

  Zhao Guang lazily half-lyed on the reclining chair, patted his stomach lightly, hiccupped, and didn't bother to move: "After all, he came from the mountain gate, and this enjoyment has more tricks than other people's homes."

Feng Yongzheng was lying on the stone table, trying to analyze the ancient pronunciation of the word "teacher", thinking about which vowel to use is more standard. Hearing this, he looked up at Zhao Guang and sneered, "You are the one who enjoys the most happiness now. How can you talk about others face-to-face?"

  The Liao Li incident greatly stimulated Feng Yong, and it feels bad to be counted as a pawn. So, contrary to his previous laziness, he accelerated the conversion speed of "Shuowen Jiezi" from traditional to simplified, and so far he has completed all the conversions of the thousand-character text.

  The pace of defeating the family finally took another small step forward.

A certain soil turtle who worked so hard to finish this once sighed: In other novels, people who travel through the industry can do it, and they can also do agriculture. They have the upper hand in fighting wits and courage with those awesome characters in history, and they can also memorize poems. Daquan picks up girls, mounts the army, dismounts and governs the people is omnipotent.

  Even as a Qu Yuanli, he could only draw sketches, and he had to find someone to make the real thing. When he met the old monster Zhuge, he was cheated and almost deleted his account. At most, he could only memorize the things he learned in high school. The only exception is the thousand-character prose because of practicing pen calligraphy and using the content in it to make posts. After more than a year of practice, it was boring to memorize.

  Feng Tubie, who had finished expressing his emotions, then found that he had encountered the second difficulty, which was phonetic notation.

  The pronunciation of ancient Chinese is different from that of later generations. The Eastern Han Dynasty used Luo Xiayin as its beauty, but Feng Yong did not understand Luo Xia Yin. It would be fine if it was to teach the children of those village households. Anyway, how many people in Sichuan can speak the standard Luoxia pronunciation? As long as you can understand each other when talking to each other, you don't have to laugh at your elder brother. Just like later generations of southerners speak Mandarin with southerners, who is laughing at whom? Not only can't make jokes, but also feel that the communication with each other is very smooth.

  But if it is really necessary to compile a "Xinhua Dictionary", even if it is the simplest version, it is best to use the Luo Xiayin as the standard, because the compulsion is the highest.

  Otherwise, some aristocratic families will look at it later, oh, what corner is this earthworm? Can you publish a book even if you can't speak clearly? You can't even raise the grade, and you still expect others to agree with your book?

  So he asked Zhao Guang to help him find out if he knew anyone who could speak Luo Xiayin. Unexpectedly, this guy said, "Madam Zhang Xiahou usually speaks Luo Xiayin."

  The key is that I don't know her! He had no choice but to follow the path of the little loli Zhang Xing, and asked Zhao Guang to come to learn every day in the name of giving Zhang Xing snacks. Originally, Zhao Guang didn't want to do this job, but Feng Yong said directly: "I only remember ten or so of the thirty-six strategies, and I have to think about the rest." He ate him to death.

Zhao Guang was also interested in what Feng Yong was writing at the beginning, but after seeing the Chinese pinyin that looked like ghostly drawn symbols, he decided that those characters must be the unique symbols of Feng Yong's school, so he wisely never asked again. something about this. So Zhao Guang has always thought that Feng Yong wanted to learn Luoxia's pronunciation, but he didn't expect that he was annotating the thousand-character text.

  Wang Xun was sitting quietly in the corner alone at this time, holding a brush tightly in his hand to practice calligraphy. Feng Yong glanced at him, and silently recited "one, two, three" in his heart. As soon as the three words were finished, the brush in Wang Xun's hand broke with a "snap".

  Wang Xun threw away the broken pen in frustration, and took out another good pen from the side to continue practicing.

People who have just started writing with a pen have the bad habit of wanting to put all their strength on the pen. If they are ordinary people, it’s fine, but people who practice martial arts like Wang Xun will do great damage to the pen. If you are not careful, you will break the grip of the pen.

   Fortunately, brushes are the least valuable item in the Feng family, because a lot of chicken feathers provide raw materials for making brushes. If it was placed in another house, it is estimated that Wang Xun, a student, would have been kicked out of the teacher's school a long time ago. If he didn't learn the word, he would bankrupt the teacher's house first. Who would dare to want such a student?

   "My lord, we have a visitor." At this moment, the butler came in with a greeting card and bowed in salute.

  Feng Yong took the greeting card and opened it for a look, slightly surprised: "Why is it him?"

   "Who is it?" Zhao Guang leaned over and was surprised to see the name on the greeting card: "Li Yi and Li Wenxuan? What is he here for?"

   "Ask him to come in, I'll be there later."

  Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang and asked, "What do you mean by this Li Wenxuan?"

   "How did my little brother know?"

   That's your future brother-in-law, you tell me you don't know?

   "Isn't Guan Ji your sister?"

"Brother, what you said is so unreasonable! Then Li Yi only met my elder sister two or three times, but I haven't seen him again these days. Besides, how can a man put his mind on the love of his children? "

  Feng Yong blinked, always feeling that some information was revealed in these words.

  The rule in Feng's house is that whoever has the worst academic performance will have to do the most work, so Niuwa, who has always been ranked at the bottom, is now in his turn to serve tea to the guests.

  Like all the people who came to Feng's mansion for the first time, Li Yi looked at the chair under him with interest, but this sitting method was much more comfortable than kneeling. Looking at the tea bowl again, he asked Niu Wa who was about to retreat, "Hold on. What is this soup?"

   "Master's homemade tea soup." Niu Wa replied, standing in silence.

   "Why is the tea soup different from other places?"

   "Made by the master's secret recipe, it has the effect of calming the mind, so it is different from other places." When Niu Wa answered this question, he puffed up his chest and replied proudly. In his opinion, the master's family is the best person in the world, and they are also very capable people.

  Li Yi looked at the child in front of him in surprise. He didn't have the timidity and cringe of the children from ordinary peasant families when they faced the nobles, and even had a faint confidence.

   "Yu came out of Kungang, what's the next article?" Li Yi suddenly turned a corner, and he was called a chat driver, and almost broke Niu Wa's waist on the spot.

The cow boy with a straight face stepped down all of a sudden, and murmured: "Jade comes out of Kungang, jade comes out of Kungang... The sword is called Juque, and the pearl is called night light. The fruit is precious and the vegetables are mustard and ginger. The sea is salty and the river is fresh. Qian Yuxiang..."

  The further you go to the back, the lower the sound. If Li Yi didn't pay attention, he might not be able to hear clearly. The more I listen to him, the more surprised I am. Such a child should be regarded as the seed of reading, right? In this way, ten years later, what is the difference between the background of Feng Mansion and the general family in Sichuan? Is it possible that this hidden world mountain gate is really so powerful?

"Li Langjun, don't embarrass this kid in the house anymore." Feng Yonggang heard the conversation between the two when he walked to the door, so he had no choice but to relieve Niuwa, walked to Niuwa, and touched his "If you were able to put your heart into it before, why are you ashamed in front of outsiders now? After you get down, learn more from Gouzi, go."

  Niuwa heaved a sigh of relief, saluted, and ran away quickly.

   "Why is Feng Langjun so harsh on this child? I think that child, literacy has already been considered a beginner? Why is Feng Langjun still not satisfied?" Li Yi got up and saluted.

  Satisfied with a hammer! After studying for so long, I still can only memorize dozens of words, and I can't even write them all by heart, which is a failure.

  (end of this chapter)