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The three of them looked at Aunt Chen with envy and pleading, which made Aunt Chen very stressed.
"Master, my three younger brothers want to learn Pinyin, is that okay?" The eldest lady of the Chen family came to Yang Derong and bowed.
This was taught by Yang Derong. If you want to teach it, you must obtain Yang Derong's consent.
Chen Dalang's three hearts jumped out of his chest. If Yang Derong didn't agree, they would all want to die.
Yang Derong looked at the three teenagers, feeling a little funny, and replied: "They are all students from Zhaojiazhuang, why can't they study?"
Chen Dalang and the other three jumped up happily, clapped each other's hands and congratulated each other.
The three of them came to Yang Derong, knelt down and kowtowed together, and said, "Thank you, Master Yang."
Yang Derong hurriedly stepped aside. If he accepted three kowtows, he would in fact become the master of three people.
"This needs to consider the feelings of the masters in the school. You two will teach it privately, and I will not participate." At this point, he paused and expressed his opinion.
The three teenagers couldn't help but feel disappointed and almost shed tears.
"You mainly learn from your two sisters. They are Yu's proud disciples." Seeing the disappointment on the faces of the three teenagers, Yang Derong pointed out the direction, "Of course, if Yu is free, you can also give me some pointers."
The three teenagers looked at each other and felt better. They respectfully came to Yang Derong, bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Yang."
Yang Derong came here with a mission.
He was originally a student at a school in Changyuan County. He was already twenty and had not passed the examination. His family was very anxious.
He was already very anxious when he saw that someone even younger than him had already passed the exam without being pushed by his family.
Fortunately, he had a classmate in Zhaojiazhuang who was admitted to the Juren Examination, so he wrote a letter to the classmate to express his worries.
A classmate replied to him with a letter, suggesting that he come to Zhaojiazhuang.
He thought again and again and decided to come to Zhaojiazhuang.
The classmate was none other than Xi Xing. He had just arrived in Zhaojiazhuang. Zhaojiazhuang was in short supply of talents at that time, and Yang Derong was one of the talents he recommended.
When he came here, he was both happy and a little ashamed of himself.
Happily, there is indeed a way out in Zhaojiazhuang, and he, who has low self-esteem, is one of the few students who is not a scholar.
Yang Derong came to the Zhaojiazhuang Service Center and worked for a while when he suddenly made a new discovery.
He came to Xi Xing's room, bowed to Xi Xing, hesitated again and again, and finally said the reason why he came: "Zhuan Shining, I heard that there is a method of literacy, what is it called Pinyin?"
"Yes, there is a way to learn Chinese characters, which is pinyin. What does Ziyao (characterized by Yang Derong) want to do?" Xi Xing asked politely while returning the courtesy.
Yang Derong thought for a while and then said what he was thinking: "What are the advantages and disadvantages of this pinyin?"
"Ziyao, okay, let me introduce it to you. Pinyin is a brand-new literacy method. It does not require cutting sounds, and all characters can be read using Pinyin. The pronunciation of a word is a combination of Pinyin, which is an advantage." Xi Xing introduced enthusiastically. "The disadvantage is that you have to memorize twenty-six letters, and you also have to learn to use pinyin to read."
"Does it mean that if you learn Pinyin, you will be able to read by yourself?" Yang Derong discovered the great characteristics of Pinyin through the way of Xixing's teaching.
Xi Xing nodded and said: "That's the truth. All words in the world can be combined with certain pinyin. But, but..."
"But, what?" Yang Derong heard the pinyin problem from Xi Xing and was anxious, so he couldn't help but ask.
Xi Xing was thoughtful and said in a very serious tone: "This is a very vast and trivial matter. Do you know how many Chinese characters there are?"
"Ashamed, ashamed, Rong Tai is stupid. He has been studying for many years, but he doesn't know how many words he has?" Yang Derong couldn't help but hide his face.
Xi Xing entered a state of contemplation, looking at the sky as if the sky were night. "The number of words exceeds your likeness. Even if there are stars to describe the words, it is not an exaggeration."
When Yang Derong heard this, he felt better and couldn't help asking: "How many words are there?"
"Let's start with the previous dynasties. Xu Shen of the Han Dynasty included more than 9,000 characters in "Shuowen Jiezi". In the Southern Dynasties, "Yupian" written by King Gu Ye included a total of 17,000 characters, and was revised on this basis. "Da Guangyi Hui Yu Pian" is said to have more than 22,000 words." Xi Xing looked at him, then entered a state of contemplation and said.
Yang Derong also twirled his fingers, thought for a while and said: "There are indeed many shining lights, but they are not as high as the stars in the sky."
"That was just collected by the previous dynasty." Xi Xing glanced at him and continued to enter a meditative state, as if talking to himself, "In our dynasty, there were more than 30,000 "Lei Pian" compiled by officials. And "Collection" "Yun" takes it to the next level and contains more than 50,000 characters, making it the book with the most characters."
Yang Derong nodded, couldn't help but look up at the sky, and said, "Indeed, this is about the same number of stars."
"Wrong, wrong, wrong!" Xi Xing smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "Xiao Langjun said there are more than these Chinese characters, there should be about one hundred thousand."
"One hundred thousand, that's so much!" Yang Derong was amazed, and he paused and said: "It would be very difficult to notate the pinyin of so many words, even Bai Shouqiong Jing may not be able to do it."
"This is not the most difficult, the more difficult is yet to come." Xi Xing shook his head and sighed.
When Yang Derong heard this, he felt like there was a nest of mice sitting under his butt. He jumped up immediately and asked in disbelief: "One hundred thousand Chinese characters is not difficult, what else is difficult?"
"There are thousands of dialects in the Song Dynasty, and pinyin must be standardized. Which one is the standard pronunciation?" Xi Xing looked at Yang Derong and shook his head helplessly.
After hearing this, Yang Derong also fell into deep thought, shook his head and sighed. It is true that there are thousands of dialects, which one is the standard Mandarin?
Yang Derong suddenly slapped his head and said, "Yes, isn't the Beijing Mandarin the standard Mandarin?"
"Yu thought so too," Xi Xing looked him over, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "But Xiao Langjun denied it."
"Why do you want to deny it?" Yang Derong was in disbelief and couldn't figure it out even if he tried his best.
Xi Xing did not answer his question, but looked at him and asked: "The Hu people are barbarians, but what do the Hu people call the Song Dynasty?"
"Hu people are Hu people, no matter what they call the Song Dynasty? Are we, the Song Dynasty, still inferior to the Hu people?" Yang Derong said scornfully.
"The Hu people call the Song Dynasty the Southern Barbarians, and we call the Hu people the barbarians," Xi Xing looked at him thoughtfully and said with mixed emotions, "The Song Dynasty, a great kingdom in the heaven, is so despised by the Hu people."
Yang Derong was shocked, but he quickly retorted: "Hu people are barbarians, and barbarians are barbarians. No matter how much the barbarians try to promote themselves, they cannot change the nature of barbarians."
"Yu also thought so, and even said so," Xi Xing suddenly sighed and said, "But where is the core of China?"
"Of course the core of China is in the Central Plains." Yang Derong couldn't help blurting out. At this time, he suddenly beat his thigh with sadness, and then lowered his head, "It's a pity that the Central Plains is still under the iron hoof of the barbarians."
"So Xiao Langjun said, expel the barbarians and return China to me." Xi Xing held his head high and said passionately, "This is the purpose of the security team and the purpose of the school."
"I've been taught a lesson!" Yang Derong saluted Xixing.
"The name is not justified," Xi Xing stepped aside and continued: "Because the recognized real Mandarin is the elegant tone of the Central Plains."
"Then what should we do?" Yang Derong felt a little confused at this time.
"Didn't Mr. Xiao Lang say that we should expel the barbarians and return China to me? This is what we must do in the future." Xi Xing looked at the Central Plains and said with fighting spirit.
At this point, he paused and said with some embarrassment, "If we use Beijing Mandarin as the standard Mandarin, then we will fall into the reality of the Hu people and admit that we are a Southern barbarian in the Hu people's mouth."
"Why did the official language of the capital fall into the guise of barbarians and southern barbarians?" Yang Derong felt a little puzzled and asked.
Xi Xing looked at Yang Derong and explained: "Because Hu people can only understand the official language of the Central Plains, but not the official language of the capital."
"Hu people are Hu people, why should we care about this?" Yang Derong didn't care at all.
"We don't care about barbarians, but there are people who care, and they care very much?" Xi Xing nodded first, then shook his head, looked at him with a complicated expression, and shook his head.
"Who cares?" Yang Derong didn't understand for a moment.
Xi Xing asked with some seriousness: "Those are also Han people, that is, the Han people in the Central Plains, Xi'an, Taiyuan, and even Qilu, the hometown of Confucius and Mencius, who are under the iron heel of the barbarians."
"Indeed, the Han people in the Hu people's situation should really consider it. Now they are really in a dilemma." Yang Derong nodded.
"The young man cares about the world. Expelling the barbarians and regaining the Central Plains is his inevitable goal." Xixing said with admiring eyes, "So his standard pronunciation is neither the Yayin of the Central Plains nor the Mandarin of the capital."
"Then what is the standard pronunciation?" Yang Derong thought for a while, but he couldn't think of a standard pronunciation.
Xi Xing looked at the Zhaojiazhuang in front of him and said, "The local Sichuan pronunciation is tentatively adopted as the standard pronunciation."
"Then what we speak is standard pronunciation, isn't it?" Yang Derong couldn't believe that his pronunciation was standard pronunciation. "Can literati in other places accept it?"
"Indeed, that's the standard pronunciation for us." Xi Xing nodded, and finally changed his tone, "Actually, although using Sichuan pronunciation has disadvantages, it also has advantages."
"Sichuan Sound actually has an advantage?" Yang Derong was even more puzzled, his eyes as confused as possible.
"The literati used to be literate and had never heard of pinyin. Can they accept pinyin?" Xi Xing did not answer Yang Derong's question, but instead raised a new question.
Which literati can accept this? Yang Derong nodded, sighed heavily and said: "This is an unprecedented thing, and literati may not be able to accept it."
"Although literati cannot accept it, people who are illiterate can accept it. Especially people from Sichuan, it is friendly." Xixing said the advantages of Sichuan accent.
Yang Derong shook his head, unable to believe that this was true: "How to prove it?"
