"Shang Hong; Ji Huang; Xiang Lan".
Zhao Wu also wrote down his guess: "Xiang Hong; Ji Huang; Lan Shang".
The servant put all the scrolls back on the original tray and sent them back to Mrs. Xiang, asking her to announce the answer.
He unfolded the scroll to the little lady and recited the three poems again, and then at the end, he named the correct author:
"The red one: 'The chicken crows, the forest of eating vegetables. ... I have only one word, with the heart of Yan's happy guests.' It was written by Ji Yu, so it is called 'Ji Hong'; the yellow one: 'The chicken is flying. , in Xiyong. ...Elegance and diligence, written by Yongwu.' It was written by Shang You, so it is called 'Shang Huang'; the blue one: 'At the beginning of ancient times, who preached it. ...I have learned and changed it. What else to say.' It was written by Xiang Zhong, so it is called 'Xiang Lan'. I know a son better than his father. Although my husband only rated one of the articles, he is my son and can barely be regarded as the winner, so this first cup of 'Bamboo Sake' is... I'll pour it for you! Brother Zhao, please don't annoy me!"
"Haha, I agree with you! I'm willing to admit defeat. Brother Fool thinks he has misunderstood this boy. Brother Xiang, it's a blessing. I'm so lucky to have a son so smart!" Zhao Wu said to Xiang first about this first glass of wine. Xu first drank and didn't care. Of course he knew that he would be responsible for it later. Mrs. Xiang would never be biased towards their brothers, including Brother Qu Jian, who came the least often, over wine. Every year They were brewed long ago, and I just hope they can come here to get together.
Mrs. Xiang then stepped forward solemnly with a smile on her face, and poured a full glass of "Qingzhu wine" for Dr. Xiang Xu. After seeing him drink it happily with a little pride and pride, she poured another large glass for Zhao Wu. He cupped the cup and said with a smile: "Actually, Brother Zhao doesn't know. Before you came, my husband had already tested Zhong'er once, and his performance gave him the confidence to know that his Zhong'er is not a slut. Ordinary people who look down at chickens all day long, therefore judge that the two poems related to chickens are not written by Chong'er."
"Even so, it is truly commendable that this third young master has such cultivation at such a young age! You should teach the young lady well!" Zhao Wu marveled at the young lady.
"No! Among the three, only Ji Yu is taught by me. Needless to say, Shang You's father, Shang Rong, was an important minister of the previous dynasty and the ancestor of ritual and music. He is the only one who has such an important son. He is truly a gift from God. , If you don't learn to know yourself, even I can't explain it clearly. It seems that she is born with a lot of knowledge, otherwise it cannot be explained." Mrs. Xiang still objectively analyzed the achievements of the three children and only agreed to admit it. Among them, Ji Yu's studies are due to her. As for how Cong'er was born with so many abilities, we can only explain that it is a gift from God and is innate.
"It seems that all three of your families have extraordinary sons; and Zhao Cheng, the dog son, is far behind compared to these three boys! I am so incompetent in teaching my children, I am so ashamed!" Zhao Wu saw that the juniors from other families were so promising. , I couldn't help but think of my only son Zhao Cheng. In terms of academics, as far as today's poems are concerned, compared with these three children of similar age, there is indeed a lot of difference. Maybe I usually dote on him too much. , arrogant.
"The blood of the Zhao family is very noble. It is a single lineage. The adult son will take on this important responsibility. He is no more arrogant than his three sons. Brother Zhao does not have to worry about it." Dr. Xiang comforted Zhao Wudao.
"Speaking of Zhong'er, you have ear problems and are not good at speaking. You are only three years old and have no one to teach you. You are also very good at reading and deciphering, and your speech is extraordinary. Who knows? Can you give me some words? Do you know who he is?" Zhao Wu turned to Cong'er, and bowed to the three-year-old with unbecoming etiquette and asked.
Seeing this, Cong'er felt offended by this abnormal etiquette. He thought to himself that he was just copying "Qu Yuan's" poems. He suddenly felt ashamed and didn't deserve it. He quickly knelt down, kowtowed in return, and whispered in a tone that he was not sure about. He replied: "Don't dare! What you are saying is so offensive. Everything is a gift from heaven. We are born with the teacher from heaven. I don't know how to explain the so-called 'divine secrets cannot be leaked'. Please forgive me for not responding." , How rude!"
Although his tone sounded indescribably strange to these three adults, they basically understood it. It was already quite difficult to communicate at this level. It was too late to be grateful. How could it be possible? How much more can we care about?
"Sincerely, I'm not in a hurry. I don't want to speak easily. I'm actually not sure whether I can successfully communicate with the ancients if I learn Wang Li's second-hand Cantonese pronunciation!" Cong'er was secretly nervous, Normally, he would not speak without speaking, and basically just wanted to write. He would not speak out easily if he was in a hurry, let alone speak for such a long time. This was almost the longest thing he had ever said in this life. If Uncle Zhao, the bearded uncle who stabbed him in the butt, hadn't frightened him with such a big gift suddenly, he wouldn't have forced himself to speak in public!
"Haha, your wise nephew is so humble!" Zhao Wu signaled Cong'er to stand up, "However, I would like to ask a question or two. In your poems and essays, one of the questions asked is the number of days, such as the ancient saying In the beginning, who preached it? The top and bottom have not been formed, so how can we examine it?'; the second is 'number of things', such as 'overturning the boat and searching for it, how can we get it.'; the third is 'number of politics', 'meeting the dynasty to fight for alliances' , How can I practice my period. Cang birds are flying in flocks, who can make them gather. I attack Zhou and bow, but Uncle Dan is not praised. How can I kiss Kuai and send his feet, and Zhou's order is to consult and complain. Grant the world of Yin, and his position will be safe. If he succeeds, he will perish. , What is the crime? Why do you fight for weapons to cut down? King Mu Qiaomei, why is Zhou Liu? Wu Fa kills Yin, why is he embarrassed? Carrying corpses and gathering them to fight, why is he anxious. A startled girl picks weeping flowers, why is the deer Bless you.'; The fourth is the 'Emperor's number': 'Thunder and lightning in the dusk, why worry about it? If you don't follow the strict rules, what can the emperor ask for? What can I say after understanding and changing.' In this way, 'Heaven, things, politics, and the emperor', It's so high, so vast, so difficult to answer for eternity. Why do you think about it? Why do you know that Zhou Jin destroyed Zhou Jin? In the end, you have "understood your mistakes and changed them". Whose fault is it? Is it related? , you are using your three-year-old body to explain so many secrets to us, but you don’t dare to laugh and talk about them?"
Cong'er thought to himself: "Zhao Wu's philology is really good. Hundreds of years later, he can sum up the 'reading comprehension' as 'one, two, three, four' so quickly. Fortunately, I only memorized excerpts." I have read a small part of "Tianwen". If I memorize the whole text, Qu Yuan asked more than 170 questions in total, so don't let this old man Zhao pester me to death! It really gives me a headache! Moreover, the questions asked in it Those questions, even if I were a top undergraduate student in 2020 AD, I, Xinwu, couldn’t answer them!”
Thinking about this, he remembered the name of a future great god he heard from Shang You today. Although he is only 18 years old now, he knows that in the not-too-distant future, there will be someone who can answer these questions. The most reliable and closest to the correct answer is none other than Li Er, Lao Tzu, and Brother Dan.
So he asked his servant for pen and ink, and wrote a big word "聃" in the blank space behind the poem "Tianwen" on the blue-tied bamboo slip marked for him, and then asked the servant to present it to Zhao Wu.
When Zhao Zhengqing saw the word "Dan", he was quite puzzled and asked Mrs. Xiang: "What does 'Dan' mean?"
Xiang Xiaofu replied: "Dan is a disciple of Shang Rong, the son of Sima Laozuo of the Song Dynasty. Lao Dan, whose name is Li Er, heard from Shang You that this boy also asked similar questions, no less than those raised by Chong'er. It made Dr. Shang Rong mute for a long time, so Chong'er mentioned this name, meaning that if you want to know the answer, you can just ask this boy."
"What a shame! Are we going to Bindu to find him?"
