"The Doctrine of the Mean" is a Confucian classic. It has a total of 3568 words and is divided into thirty-three chapters. 【1】
As a person who took the imperial examination, Han Song knew this basic information well.
Back then, it took him a whole day to recite "The Doctrine of the Mean" before he could memorize it thoroughly.
Look at Han Yu again...
He had only been out for more than half an hour.
Han Song's throat moved slightly, and he walked to Han Yu and sat down: "In that case, recite it to me."
As he spoke, his fingertips ran along the spine of the pages of "The Doctrine of the Mean" to check whether there were any signs of damage.
In mint condition.
"Okay." Han Yu stood up, closed his eyes and cleared his throat, "Ahem - destiny is called nature, and oral nature is called Tao..." [2]
3568 words, which takes nearly a stick of incense.
The loud voice in his ears was clear and fluent. The owner of the voice shook his head and looked extremely serious with a stern face.
Han Song showed no emotion on his face, and even half-heartedly focused on copying when the former was endorsing.
Until Han Yu finished reciting the last sentence: "'The carrying of heaven is silent and odorless.' That's it... Second brother, I have finished reciting it!" [3]
Han Song looked at Han Yu, who had a look on his face that said, "Come on, tell me how good I am." There was something in his calm eyes.
But before Han Yu could take a closer look, he disappeared without a trace.
He didn't take it to heart and asked eagerly: "Second brother, how do I carry it?"
"good."
Even though Han Song had many prejudices against Han Yu, he had to admit that Han Yu memorized it extremely well.
Han Yu's eyes were shining, and he held his head high and held his hands behind his back.
Second brother praised me!
Then, Han Song changed the topic again: "So can you explain what the word '口' that appears 238 times in the whole article means?"
At first, he thought it was a slip of the tongue, and thought about interrupting Han Yu to correct him, but he finally restrained himself when he heard the latter reciting the words more smoothly and more eloquently.
He didn't question it until Han Yu memorized the entire book.
Han Yu blushed and pointed to his finger and said, "Because I don't know those words, I replaced them with the word '口'."
As for why the word "口" is used, it is also influenced by the Chinese language grandfather.
Due to limited conditions, those ancient books downloaded from the Internet are always missing arms and legs.
The Chinese language grandfather said that before the end of the world, some websites had extremely strict audits. Whenever the audit system caught any potentially doubtful words or phrases, they would be replaced with "koukou" regardless of whether they were trivial or not.
Although the Chinese language grandfather taught him in the original language, Han Yu was inevitably affected.
In order to stabilize the primary school chicken character, Han Yu spent some time and used "mouth" to replace the words that Han Song had not yet been taught.
It was a bit confusing at first, but it became clear after reading it twice.
After the third time, you can memorize it backwards and forwards.
After listening to Han Yu's explanation, Han Song said: "..."
Raising his hand to gently rub his forehead, Han Song said steadily: "It was my negligence. You didn't go to private school until the first month of the year. With your... talent, you can learn most of the Chinese characters to a minimum."
The remaining complicated text was left to Mr. Luo.
Han Yu nodded and moved next to Han Song: "Second brother, can you take me to the town with you?"
Something flashed through Han Song's mind quickly, and his eyebrows moved slightly.
Could it be that he wanted to win the chance to go to town by reciting the entire poem?
Han Song glanced at Han Yu, who was full of expectation, and suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was almost four years old and had not left Peach Blossom Village.
The two thoughts kept pulling at each other.
Little black Han Song: "Three years old, you are older, please stay away from him!"
Little White Han Song: "He worked hard to endorse, can you bear to let him down?"
Han Song lowered his eyes and rubbed the penholder with his fingertips: "Go and ask your second uncle and second aunt. If they agree, I will take you there."
Han Yu raised his hands, shouted "Okay" and ran out.
——He can't wait to ask his parents for their opinions immediately!
Han Song watched his little cousin's back disappear at the door of the southwest room, and his palm fell on the original copy of "The Doctrine of the Mean".
The touch is delicate, and it seems that the residual warmth of Hanyu still remains.
That’s all.
He has seen too many intrigues and intrigues. If Han Yu uses his eighteen martial arts skills, can he still be able to turn the sky upside down?
Let's see what happens to him in the future.
If you go back to the same old path, don't blame him for destroying relatives out of justice.
Han Song gathered his thoughts and started copying again.
Not long after, Han Yu ran in: "Second brother, second brother, my mother agreed!"
Han Song was not surprised: "Go back and practice what you learned today twice, and I will take you out tomorrow."
Han Yu couldn't help but said: "Thank you, second brother, I'll go right away."
After saying that, he picked up the pen and paper and ran away.
Miao Cuiyun, who was watching the whole process outside the door, chuckled. When she met Han Song's confused eyes, her smile deepened: "Brother Yu is a lot more lively than before. If things continue like this, you will also be more lively."
Han Song pursed his lips and said nothing, his expression tightening.
He couldn't tell his mother that he had lived for more than forty years.
He was afraid of scaring Miao Cuiyun, and even more afraid that she would delve into her past life experiences.
Those are not good memories, and speaking of them only makes people sad.
Fortunately, Miao Cuiyun didn't say much. Seeing him copying books, he went back to his business.
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next day
At dawn, Han Yu woke up.
He was thinking about going to the town, and his dreams were all about the imaginary town scenery.
Xiao Shuirong used the oil lamp to apply medicine to Han Yu, and patted his legs that kept fluttering: "Are you so happy to go out with your second brother?"
Han Yu narrowed his eyes and just smiled.
Xiao Shuirong put the six coins prepared last night into Han Yu's hand: "Buy whatever you want to eat."
Han Hongye echoed from the side: "Your mother is right."
They don't have much money, but they still have some small money saved.
Han Yu held the cold copper plate and hugged his parents' arms respectively: "Then I will bring food back to my parents and sister."
Xiao Shuirong and the others smiled and responded, thinking that Brother Yu had really grown up and become more sensible.
While Han Yu was washing up, Xiao Shuirong handed the embroidered purse handkerchief to Miao Cuiyun behind someone's back, and asked her to have Han Song hand it over to the shopkeeper of the embroidery shop in the town.
Miao Cuiyun also took over the embroidery job privately. She had this intention and agreed immediately.
Han Yu's breakfast is still steamed eggs, while Han Song's is porridge with wild vegetable pancakes.
Han Yu originally intended to get close to Han Song, but with the teacher-student relationship these days, Han Yu regarded Han Song as his biological brother.
Seeing that he was eating very little, he scooped up a spoonful of tender egg custard and put it into his bowl, shaking it.
Han Song glanced at the twins who were watching eagerly outside the east room, but refused to ask for it: "Eat it yourself."
Seeing that he persisted, Han Yu didn't force it and swallowed the egg custard in one gulp.
Not far away, there was a clear sound of swallowing.
As if unaware, the two brothers finished their meal quickly and walked to the entrance of the village together.
On the way, Han Yu met many villagers.
They were warm and friendly and asked Han Yu how his wound was recovering.
For the first time, Han Yu faced the kindness of people other than his family members. After a brief moment of confusion, he tried his best to smile and responded with a blushing face.
Among them was a black-faced man with a body as strong as a hill. He came up and picked up Han Yu, put it on his arm and bumped it twice: "As expected of Doctor Guan, he was so alive and kicking so quickly. I was scared that day." .”
Han Yu's vision went up and down, and he thought, "You scared me too."
After getting on the ox cart at the entrance of the village and heading west along the village road, Han Song whispered: "Uncle Wude brought you back from the mountain that day."
Han Yu blinked: "Then next time I see him, can I thank him?"
Han Song hummed: "It's up to you."
Afterwards, Han Yu was speechless all the way, bumping up and down the dirt road, almost knocking his breakfast over, and had no time to appreciate the scenery along the way.
The same thing happened when they arrived in town. Han Yu held Han Song's sleeve softly and followed him to the embroidery shop in a daze.
Han Song's eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't brush his hand away.
In case of a fall, how should I explain it to my second uncle and second aunt?
Entering the embroidery shop, Han Song handed over two pieces of embroidery.
After checking that everything was correct, the shopkeeper of the embroidery shop happily gave the money.
Han Song carefully stuffed the money into his purse. From the corner of his eye, he saw Han Yu staring at the purse and explained casually: "It's not safe to leave it there. I'll give it to you when I get back."
Han Yu said he had no objection.
After leaving the embroidery shop, I went to the study.
Han Song had cooperated with Shuzhai many times, and the shopkeeper just flipped through a few pages and gave the money readily.
Then he asked: "How many more books do you want to take back?"
Of course it is necessary.
Han Song paid the deposit and left with books, rice paper, and Han Yu who turned around every step of the way.
Han Yu asked: "Second brother, can I come here in the future?"
Han Song braved the cold wind and walked forward: "If you want, you can."
Han Yu looked back again, the scent of books still lingering in his breath.
In his opinion, it is more attractive than the zombie crystal core.
I want to eat...ah, I want it!
With a longing for books, Han Yu passed by a pastry shop. Thinking of the six cents in his pocket, he hurriedly stopped and trotted forward.
Han Song didn't stop him, and waited until he came back with the cakes wrapped in oil paper before casually asking: "What is this?"
Han Yu muttered: "One piece for my father, one piece for my mother, one piece for each of my sisters, and one piece for me."
Six pastries, just right.
As for the second brother, I owe it now and pay it next time.
Han Song asked: "Do you like them very much?"
Han Yu said without hesitation: "I like it."
Super super super love it.
If you like her, why do you watch your three sisters marrying inhumane people?
Han Song took a deep look at Han Yu, who was confused and silently got on the oxcart back to the village.
Han Yu hid the cake under the quilt, and when no one was paying attention, he stuffed a piece for each of his parents and sister.
"Eat quickly, it's still warm."
"Brother Yu, can you eat it?"
"Eat it, it's so sweet!"
Only then did they feel free to eat.
Han Yu looked at it with a smile, feeling it was even sweeter than eating it himself.
...
After dividing the cakes, Han Yu came out of the kitchen.
Huang Xiulan stood at the entrance of the courtyard eating peanuts and talking to Mrs. Bao next door: "My Brother Chun, Brother Bai, is very smart. He has already recognized 200 characters."
Mrs. Bao looked surprised, which made Huang Xiulan even more proud.
Turning around to see Han Yu in the yard, she rolled her eyes: "Brother Yu, how many words did your second brother teach you?"
Han Yu answered honestly: "Not much, just over 10,000."
Huang Xiulan took a breath, choking on the peanuts, which made her cough loudly: "What did you say?"
Han Yu pursed his lips and smiled: "Hey, it's just ten thousand words, it's nothing."
Huang Xiulan: "?!"
Han Song was silent for a long time, choosing to ignore it between exposing and revealing.
