Today's common people mostly don't know a word of Chinese characters, and they don't know much about political matters. They only know about their own farm and labor matters.
"Perhaps ordinary people are ten. I have what I learned in my previous life and these attributes. Ten is the category of ordinary people."
He lowered his eyes slightly.
He did not say that he was a foreigner. Even if foreigners were given preferential treatment in a country, he did not know how the aristocracy in Da Ting really treated foreigners.
Feng Yun casually picked up a roll of bamboo slips and opened it carefully. It was full of small characters written by mosquitoes and flies.
Feng Yun could vaguely recognize a few words, but it was difficult to interpret a sentence coherently.
"Observe and observe first, or grow for a while first."
He picked up this bamboo slip and lightly scanned all the words. He had the talent to cultivate Taoism, and there was also Taoist rhyme on this bamboo slip. He could choose this bamboo slip to cultivate Taoism.
"I should be looking for a literacy book now instead of reading a story."
Feng Yun rolled up the bamboo slips and put them down. Most of these bamboo slips contained personal biographies or some allegorical stories, which were of little help to him.
Moreover, Feng Yun has not yet learned the basics of seal script. If he were to cultivate bamboo slips like this, he would probably get twice the result with half the effort.
"Literacy... The six arts of a gentleman are etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and numeracy. Among them, literacy is one of the foundations."
"And to learn literacy, you need to find "Six Books"."
Although Feng Yun had never heard of "Six Books" in his previous life, when he came to this era, he just asked a question, and many people could answer that this book was for literacy, just like the Xinhua Dictionary in his previous life. Inside, I know its name.
Step to the outermost side. Commonly used books are often on the outermost side.
"At this."
Feng Yun found "Six Books" on the most eye-catching bookshelf.
"Dust, cough cough cough..." Feng Yun fanned the dust and then slowly opened it.
The bamboo slips contained very little content, but Feng Yun read them very slowly because he could read very few words, making it difficult to learn.
After he finished reading the bamboo slips, he also planted the bamboo slips.
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Talent: Taoism - "Six Books and One Volume"
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The original Zhongdao-Zhuanwen bamboo pieces have been removed.
However, Feng Yun had already understood the incomplete seal script, so it was harmless.
Feng Yun took the bamboo slips in his hand and carefully counted the remaining ones on the bookshelf...
"A total of eighteen volumes, nine thousand three hundred and fifty-three characters, specifying five hundred and forty basic seal scripts." A voice sounded behind Feng Yun, followed closely by footsteps.
"Doctor Zongbo." Feng Yun saluted.
Uncle Zong looked at the bamboo slips in Feng Yun's hand and nodded slightly.
"In your case, you should also be diligent. I, the son of the Feng family, cannot live merely contentedly."
"Do you understand a little bit?"
Uncle Zong stretched out his hand, Feng Yun understood and handed over the bamboo slips.
Deep in Feng Yun's consciousness, Taoism is at work, analyzing the Taoist rhyme in the "Six Books and One Volume" at an extremely fast speed, passing the knowledge to Feng Yun, so that Feng Yun can understand it and make it his own.
In Uncle Zong's eyes, Feng Yun just pondered for a moment.
But in fact, Feng Yun has read through the "Six Books and One Volume" no less than ten times.
Immediately, Feng Yun replied: "The "Six Books" is an analysis and summary of the structure and rules of seal script. It refers to the six methods of making characters, namely pictography, referring to things, understanding, pictographic, phonetic, and borrowing. .”
"The five hundred and forty basic seal characters you mentioned should be just character roots. After being combined, they will become new characters."
"Haha!" Uncle Zong smiled while stroking his hands!
"Okay, you are really spiritual!"
"Not bad, not bad. Alas, it's a pity that I enrolled a little late."
Feng Yun was sixteen years old in this life, and it was indeed too late for those in aristocratic lands to enter school at the age of eight or nine.
Uncle Zong sighed and asked, "How are you at home?"
Feng Yun said truthfully: "My father died in the army, and my mother also died two years ago..."
"Well... it's not easy." Uncle Zong said: "There is no reward for serving in this position, but it is not easy for you. I will give you half of a sergeant's supplies every month. I hope you can revive your lineage."
The death of an emperor is called collapse, the death of princes is called death, the death of a great official is called pawn, the death of a scholar is called unlucky, and the death of a common man is called death.
Feng Yun said that his parents were dead, and Uncle Zong also had a rough idea of Feng Yun's situation.
Looking at Feng Yun's ill-fitting clothes, he also sighed.
"I am the uncle of Da Ting. I hold the position of a chief official. I am the ceremonial head of the country. I am also responsible for the responsibilities of the disciples. I am also the head of the country's teaching officers." Da Ting is a weak country. There are no supreme officials. The highest level is only the chief official, and there are less than six people. At this time, the uncle Zong has the highest position besides the monarch.
"I have the responsibility of etiquette and education. You are Feng. As long as you are not a decadent person, I should help you."
"If I have any questions during my free time, you can come and ask..."
After that, Uncle Zong handed the bamboo slips back to Feng Yun, patted his shoulder, looked at Feng Yun's hesitant look, smiled and comforted him: "Don't be coy and act like a little girl, we old people are still waiting for young people." Zhijun is here to take over."
Uncle Zong shook his head, turned around, and left.
Feng Yun was moved. He came here for the assessment with only a slight hope. If Uncle Zong hadn't been tolerant, he might have been kicked out of the palace because of his inappropriate clothes.
You know, this is the Great Zhou Dynasty, the country is governed by etiquette, and the princes also follow this way.
"Thank you Uncle Zong for your kindness. Feng Yun will remember it in his heart and will never forget it." Feng Yun bowed his head and paid homage to his elders.
At this time, Uncle Zong was more like an uncle at home, teaching him earnestly.
Feng Yun must repay his kindness.
Maybe it's a small thing for Uncle Zong, but...
Looking around at the classics, Feng Yun understood that he wanted to change his life. To survive in this world of conflict between great powers, and to live well, it all depended on this place.
Like the grace of rebirth.
After gathering his mood, Feng Yun realized that it was already dusk outside, and the setting sun was shining warmly, making Feng Yun's face seem to have light.
"It's time for work."
Feng Yun smiled and put the bamboo slips away. The first volume in his mind might not be explained in detail until tomorrow morning, so there was no need to read more at this time.
Just as he walked to the door, the other people taking the assessment also came out one after another, along with some scholars who had not left the Palace of Classics.
"Good morning, gentlemen."
Scholars, whether they were sergeants, corporals or sergeants, were a class above the common people. When Feng Yun saw these people leaving work, he stepped aside like those who had passed the examination, but there was no such thing as a dog-legged way.
Although he has no official rank, he is the soul of modernity, not to mention that in the palace of classics, there is not much difference between their official duties.
They are all keeper of Tibetan history.
And those people didn't look much and took their things and left.
But at this time...
"Young gentleman, this is the corn and cloth that Dr. Zongbo gave you. By the way, there are also four strings of shell coins. You can get one on the first day of every month." The soldier who led Feng Yun to the outer room tied them with a thin thatch rope. Carrying the corn and two pieces of cloth in the sack, he came to Feng Yun.
Some scholars who were about to leave looked over.
"It's the person Dr. Zong Bo valued just now... He's quite good-looking." The man glanced at him for a few times and nodded slightly. They and the other nobles were all kind-hearted towards good-looking people.
But in addition to good color, they also value self-cultivation. The color can be seen at a glance, but self-cultivation needs to be accumulated over time.
If Feng Yun shows his cultivation later, then they will naturally get closer, but it is still too early.
Walking in a hurry, these scholars left quickly.
They don't lack anything like Feng Yun.
However, those who passed the examination were red-eyed. It was a great opportunity for them to come here, but they had no monthly salary to get it.
"Thank you, little brother." Feng Yun took the things and was very excited.
You know, his current clothes were lent to him by his sister-in-law.
Now that I have two pieces of cloth, I can make two good clothes.
"Haha, I'm not a good little brother... If I hadn't had something to do, I would have sent you home. Unfortunately, we still have to stay up all night. I really can't help you, little gentleman."
The soldier scratched his head, waved his hand and turned around, his dark face rosy.
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Feng Yun put the four strings, a total of twenty shell coins, into his arms, then left with the twenty kilograms of corn and the two pieces of cloth.
Don't care about others.
It's not that he's snobbish.
But it was getting late. He lived in a remote area of the city and had to walk for a long time. Now that he was carrying heavy objects, he had to walk back earlier.
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