Fengzhuang.
Zhao Guang lay lazily on the recliner, patted his belly gently, burped, and was too lazy to move: "After all, he came from the mountain gate, and he enjoys more blessings than other people."
Feng Yongzheng was lying on the stone table trying hard to analyze the ancient pronunciation of the word "Shi", wondering which vowel should be used more accurately. After hearing this, he looked up at Zhao Guang and sneered, "You are the most blessed here. Why do you have the face to criticize others?"
The Liao Li incident greatly stimulated Feng Yong, and it felt bad to be treated as a pawn in someone's scheme. Therefore, he changed from his previous lazy appearance and accelerated the conversion of "Shuowen Jiezi" from traditional to simplified. So far, he has completed the conversion of all thousand-character texts.
The pace of overthrowing the aristocratic family has finally taken another small step forward.
A certain country bumpkin who worked so hard to finish this once sighed: In other novels, people who time travel can do industry and agriculture. They can win against those awesome figures in history and still have the upper hand, and they can also memorize poems. He can do anything to pick up girls, mount an army and govern the people.
And even to make a Quyuan Li, he could only draw a sketch, and he had to find someone to make the actual object. He was tricked and almost deleted his account after meeting Zhuge Lao Yao. At most, he could only memorize the few things he learned in high school. The only exception to the Thousand-Character Essay was because I practiced pen calligraphy and used the content in it to make posts. I practiced for more than a year, and then I memorized it out of boredom.
After sighing with emotion, Feng Tubiao then discovered that he encountered the second difficulty, which was phonetic notation.
The pronunciation of ancient Chinese is different from that of later generations. The Eastern Han Dynasty regarded Luoxia pronunciation as the most beautiful, but Feng Yong did not understand Luoxia pronunciation. It would be fine if you were teaching the children of the villagers. How many people in Sichuan could speak the standard Luoxia pronunciation anyway? As long as you can understand each other when talking to each other, the eldest brother does not need to laugh at the second brother. Just like later generations of southerners and southerners speaking Mandarin, who is laughing at whom? Not only can they not laugh, but they also feel that they communicate smoothly with each other.
But if we really want to compile a "Xinhua Dictionary", even if it is the simplest version, it is best to use Luoxiayin as the standard, because it has the highest quality.
Otherwise, some aristocratic families will look at it in the future and think, oh, what kind of country bumpkin did this come from? Can you write a book and write a biography even if you can't speak clearly? You can’t raise the grade of your book, so how do you expect others to recognize your book?
So I asked Zhao Guang to help me find out if he knew anyone who could speak Luoxiayin. Unexpectedly, this guy said, "Mrs. Zhang Xiahou always speaks Luoxiayin."
The key is that I don’t know her! I had no choice but to follow the path of little lolita Zhang Xing. In the name of giving snacks to Zhang Xing, I asked Zhao Guang to come and learn from him every day. Originally, Zhao Guang didn't want to do this job, but Feng Yong said directly: "I only remember about ten of the thirty-six strategies, and I have to think about the rest." He was eaten to death.
Zhao Guanggang was also interested in what Feng Yong was writing at first, but after taking a look at the Chinese Pinyin that looked like ghost drawings, he concluded that those characters must be Feng Yong's unique marks, so he wisely never asked again. things related to this. So Zhao Guang still thought that Feng Yong wanted to learn Luoxiayin himself, but he never thought that he was notating the phonetic notation of the Thousand-Character Classic.
Wang Xun was sitting quietly in the corner alone, practicing calligraphy with a brush tightly in his hand. Feng Yong glanced at him and recited "one, two, three" silently in his heart. As soon as he finished reciting the three words, the brush in Wang Xun's hand broke with a "snap".
Wang Xun threw away the broken pen in frustration, took out a good pen from the side and continued practicing.
People who have just started writing with a pen have the bad habit of putting all their energy into the pen. It doesn't matter if they are ordinary people, but people who practice martial arts like Wang Xun will do a lot of damage to the pen. If you are not careful, you may break the pen.
Fortunately, brushes are the least valuable thing in the Feng family, because a large amount of chicken feathers provide raw materials for making brushes. If he had been placed in another family, Wang Xun would have been expelled from the school a long time ago - if he hadn't learned the words yet, he would have bankrupted the teacher's family first. Who would dare to want such a student?
"My lord, we have a visitor." At this time, the butler came in with a greeting card and bowed in salute.
Feng Yong took the invitation and opened it, took a look at it, and said with slight surprise: "Why is it him?"
"Who is it?" Zhao Guang looked over and was a little surprised when he saw the name on the invitation: "Li Yi Li Wenxuan? What is he doing here?"
"Ask him to come in, I'll be there later."
Feng Yong looked at Zhao Guang and asked, "What do you mean by Li Wenxuan?"
"How do you know, little brother?"
That's your future brother-in-law, and you told me you didn't know?
"Isn't Guan Ji your sister?"
"Brother, what you said makes no sense! Then Li Yi has only met my sister two or three times, but these days have never been seen again. Besides, how can a man focus on the love of his children? "
Feng Yong blinked, feeling that there was some information revealed in these words.
The rule in Feng's house is that whichever one has the worst academic performance will have to do the most work, so Niu Wa, who has always been ranked at the bottom, has her turn to serve tea to the guests this time.
Like everyone who went to Feng Mansion for the first time, Li Yi looked at the chair under him with interest. This way of sitting was much more comfortable than sitting on his knees. He looked at the tea bowl again and asked Niu Wa who was about to retreat: "Hold on. What is this soup?"
"The master's home-made tea soup." Niu Wa stood with his hands solemnly and replied.
"Why is the tea soup different from other places?"
"Made from the master's secret recipe, it has the effect of calming the mind and calming the energy. It is naturally different from other places." When Niu Wa answered this question, he puffed up his chest and answered proudly. In his opinion, the master is the best person in the world, and he is also a very capable person.
Li Yi looked at the child in front of him in surprise. He did not have the timidity and shrinkage that children from ordinary farmers' families have when facing nobles. He even had a faint sense of confidence.
"Jade comes out of Kungang, what will happen next?" Li Yi suddenly turned a corner and was like a veteran chatter. He almost broke Niu Wa's waist on the spot.
Niu Wa, who had a straight face, suddenly stepped down and muttered: "The jade comes out of Kungang, the jade comes out of Kungang... The sword is called a giant palace, and the beads are called luminous. Fruits are precious, plums are heavy, vegetables are heavy mustard ginger. The sea is salty and the river is light. Lin Qianyu Xiang..."
The sound gets quieter the further back you carry it. If Li Yi hadn't been paying attention, he might not have been able to hear it clearly. The more he listened, the more surprised he became. Such a child should be considered a seed for reading, right? After this, ten years later, what is the difference between the Feng family's background and that of ordinary families in Shu? Is it possible that this hidden mountain gate is really so powerful?
"Li Langjun, don't bother this kid in the house anymore." Feng Yong just walked to the door and heard the conversation between the two. At that moment, he had to go in and help Niu Wa, walked to Niu Wa, and touched his The head said, "If you used to be careful before, why are you embarrassed in front of outsiders now? When you go down, learn more from Gouzi, go ahead."
Niu Wa breathed a sigh of relief, saluted, and ran away quickly.
"Why is Feng Langjun so harsh on this child? I think that child has already started reading, right? Why is Feng Langjun still not satisfied?" Li Yi stood up and saluted.
Satisfied with the hammer! After studying for so long, I can still only memorize a few dozen words, and I can't even write them all from memory. It's a complete failure.
