"The nobles defend the vassal, the masters defend the walls, the great states defend the screen, and the great masters defend the Han. Huaide Weining, the eldest son defends the city. Don't let the city be destroyed, don't be afraid of being alone."
Xin Wu saw clearly that what was written here was a passage from "The Book of Songs Daya Ban". He was not sure whether he could read it well, so he ran directly to the study room, got pen and ink and blank bamboo slips, and then wrote On it, there were written six characters, also in large seal script: "Book of Songs, Daya, Ban, Qi".
When I saw these six words written by Cong'er, Dad Xiang was shocked!
You must know that the "Book of Songs" contains articles citing scriptures and describing the patriarchal system of the Western Zhou Dynasty. Only historians in the court have the opportunity to read them. There is almost no folk communication, but this son, who is only three years old, can accurately read it. Confirming the source of this text is really unbelievable.
Although you can read the words, can you understand the meaning? He gently put down the bamboo slip written by Cong'er to his father, then grabbed Cong'er's arms, smiled and said to him: "Chong'er, can you explain to me what the meaning of this text is?"
Xin Wu thought for a while, this series of hierarchical people, each performing his own duties and responsibilities, how can he express this hierarchical system? He looked around and found that on his father's table, there were several plates of pastries and exquisite containers to hold them. So, he brought over a beautiful clay tray, and then placed several beautiful pastries on the tray, arranging them in a very orderly manner; then he put the pile of pastries , everything was emptied, leaving only this tray, then he took the tray with his left hand, stretched out an index finger with his right hand, pointed at the tray, and then pointed at the sky, making the word "one"; then, he took this tray The plate hit the ground and broke.
This operation frightened several other children and the servants. They all lowered their heads tremblingly, fearing that they would arouse the wrath of their master. But it was Cong'er's mother and Mrs. Xiang who completely understood what Xiang's father could understand. The two hall masters were secretly happy. This in-class test was a success far beyond their expectations.
It turns out that Cong'er compared the tray containing food to a "city", the leader of this group of "cakes", and its responsibility is to "take on and defend these pastries and protect the tribe"; but there is only one of it, which is very important. Lonely, so Cong'er made a "one" sign, but if he broke himself into seven or eight pieces because of fear of loneliness, he would no longer be able to fulfill the function of "support, tolerance, and protection".
What does it mean to break a clay plate when you can think of such a clever metaphor?
The child's wisdom, cleverness, courage, and toughness are simply a reflection of his father's own personality!
"What's wrong if he's not his own son? He's so fierce, he talks about things, he's just like me, so he can't say anything!" Xiang's father saw the shadow of his own personality in this child. , it was an unexpected happy event. It can be said that from this moment on, he was truly proud that this child was his son "Xiang Zhong".
Xiang Daddy smiled at Cong'er and nodded, then took out a "jade pendant" from his arms, handed it to Cong'er solemnly, and said: "From today on, you are the owner of this jade pendant. When you grow up, Until the age of fifteen, you can choose whatever words you want, how about it?"
Cong'er didn't expect that the exam he went through today would directly skip to what he was supposed to do twelve years later: the "Guan Ceremony".
Being able to prepare for the "Crown Ceremony" so early and being awarded the family's exclusive jade pendant, even his half-brother Xiang Zheng did not have this treatment, although this brother was only eight years old and had read some poems. I learned some books, learned some writing, and some of them were taught by my father personally. But compared to my younger brother Xiang Zhong, the difference in level was simply not the same level.
When the servants saw that their master was not angry, they calmly and neatly picked up the broken pieces on the floor. They picked up all the cakes scattered on the tables in front of the doctor on wooden trays and brought another one. Brand new, a new clay tray that was as complete as ever was replaced, and a set of colorful pastries was once again placed on it.
Cong'er carefully put away the jade pendant, bowed to her father, and then returned to her seat. She felt quite proud, but she still forced herself to hold back and not let the corners of her mouth rise too much.
"From today on, he truly 'recognizes' me." Cong'er understood the meaning behind this weighty jade pendant.
Sitting back to my father, I remembered the sound of "singing" I heard when I first entered the door, so I looked towards the table where the two little girls were sitting, and said to them: "Are we singing together?"
With a look of fear on his face, Shang Wu stood up gently, rushed to the doctor to salute, nodded and replied in a slightly weak voice, "I am Shang Rong's niece Shang Wu."
He nodded to his father, looked at her with a smile and said, "Don't be surprised, I just came a little late and didn't arrive in time. I was wondering if you could trouble you to let me dance one more time for you to enjoy?"
Shang Wu glanced at his brother Shang You. He immediately stood up, saluted the doctor Xiang and said loudly: "I am Shang You, the eldest son of Shang Rong. It is an honor for us to be able to sing and dance for Dr. Zuo Shi. Why bother? Please come home now." My sister will dance "A Good Woman" again, please watch it, doctor!"
After receiving the order from his brother, Shang Wu once again picked up the feathers on the desk, returned to the open space in the middle of the main hall, and started singing and dancing again.
This kind of "martial arts dance", because the theme is the life of the female general Fu Hao, is based on the reality of Xiang Zuo Shi, who has also seen all the wars and military disasters, especially the bloody suffering of the Song Dynasty between Jin and Chu. It seems that what this minister's daughter who is still a child shows is a heroic spirit, invincible and unyielding. As the white feathers fly up and down, the doctor's thoughts have drifted to the sound of killing and the sound of swords. The killing field of light, blood and shadow, where he also saw a female general who was not afraid of strong enemies and fought bravely to kill the enemy. The most regrettable thing was that when he saw this female general who made his heart beat with his own eyes, he could not help but die. Died in front of him, it was a kind of pain that "beauty was completely destroyed in front of you in the most beautiful moment, but you were powerless".
From his heart, he knows better than anyone else: the cruelty of the battlefield never recognizes men and women; but the paradox is that if the ideal wife he longs for in his heart can be as good as a woman, she can be like a man. He goes to charge into battle, even if he is killed in battle, it will make him full of pride and pride! But in reality, he was afraid that his wife was a martial artist, which would mean that they would die at any time.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in outside the door. Shang Wu didn't hold on to the feather in his hand tightly, and was blown by the gust of wind to the doctor Xiang's eyes. He quickly stretched out his hand to grab it. At that moment, his thoughts changed from "vomiting blood at the mouth and being penetrated all over the body". Full of arrows, the female general who fell in front of his horse returned to reality in front of the feathered halberd that he threw with all his strength for the last time.
There was no blood in front of him, and there was no halberd. There was only the white feather in his hand, and the little girl in the hall who had just stopped dancing and singing, Shang Wu.
"What are the lyrics you sang?" In order to cover up his emotion, Doctor Xiang, who was just enjoying the dance and immersed in it, did not pay attention to the lyrics, so he asked casually.
