Hong Kong Island Rich: Starting from Tsz Wan Mountain

"Hehehe, old man, listening to you, it seems that you are also a person who reads poetry and books, and it is estimated that the ancestor is also a scholarly family, how could he be so destitute as to survive in such a bad place?"

Li Er continued to ask the doubts in his heart.

"Hahaha! Bad place?" The old man seemed to have heard a big joke, and immediately laughed and said, "It seems that the two of you are not from our Daqin locals, right? "

So saying, the old man walked outside.

"Sir, we ......".

Fang Xuanling looked at the old man's back and glanced back at Li Er.

"Keep up! Maybe we'll be able to get some of the situation here in Tibet. "

Li Er immediately made a decision, and immediately took Fang Xuanling to follow the old man.

Soon.

The old man took Li Er and his entourage to the destination.

When Li Er and Fang Xuanling saw the scene in front of them, their surprised eyes were about to fall.

I saw that the houses and cottages in front of me were in good order.

Fertile farmland is everywhere, and green crops are fluttering in the wind.

Countless farmers are toiling in the fields.

There are also a lot of children playing around.

The image of a prosperous farmhouse emerges spontaneously.

What is this like a barren and barren plateau?

It's comparable to the most fertile suburban fields near Chang'an City!

Of course.

The fields on the outskirts of Chang'an City are not so prosperous.

After all, those fertile lands are in the hands of the great families.

"This ...... What's going on?".

"The last time I came, I never saw this scene. "

The shock in Fang Xuanling's heart was much greater than that of Li Er.

Last time.

When he went to Tibet.

There are wars and corpses everywhere.

The land is barren and hard enough to grow any crops.

The territory of Chiye is thousands of miles, and it is estimated that you will not be able to touch a family in a day.

But now ......

What's going on?

Li Er's face also became extremely ugly.

He thought the same as Fang Xuanling, thinking that this was just some barren land, and there was nothing to worry about at all.

But now it seems.

Whether it is the fertility of the land or the density of the population, it is almost about to catch up with Datang!

The more this is the case, the heavier Li Er's heart becomes.

Is the scene in front of you the tip of the iceberg, or is it the same for the whole country of Great Qin?

"Two gentlemen, now it seems, do you still think that the place where the old man is is bad?"

"Also, the old man did not come from a scholarly family, and the people of us, whether it was a farmer working in the fields, or a peasant woman who delivered food, even if it was a three-year-old child, could read and write and understand the words of the sages. "

The old man stroked his beard, and his tone and expression were quite proud to show off.

"What?".

"Even these farmer and peasant women can read and write?".

Li Er's eyes widened and he looked at the field not far away, and the surprise and difference in his heart had reached the point of no return.

No way!

Absolutely impossible!

Even Datang can't do it to such an extent!

Li Er's thoughts are normal.

In ancient times.

Reading and literacy was the preserve of the upper aristocracy.

And ordinary people don't have to say that they can't see a book in their lives, and they don't even have a decent name.

The most typical example is Zhu Chongba!

The prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty is full of flowers, but there are still countless drawbacks that can be covered up under the prosperity.

The inability to get people to read and write is one of the biggest drawbacks!

Get down to the roots.

Or is it because most of the books are controlled by the family, which leads to a cultural monopoly.

And so it goes.

The family can always hold the official position of the court in their own hands.

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows the Chinese food on the plate...... Who knows how to ...... Chinese food on the plate".

"Mother, what's next?".

At this moment, a mother and son happened to pass by Li Er.

The three-year-old boy was reciting the Psalms as he walked.

But by the time of the last sentence, it seems to be a little stuck.

"Silly boy, who knows that Chinese food is hard work. "

The peasant woman with the vegetable basket in her hand touched the child's head dotingly.

On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

Good poetry!

Concise and to the point!

Easy to understand!

This poem must be a quatrain that has been passed down through the ages!

Li Er and Fang Xuanling were both a little unstable.

The last trace of stubbornness in their hearts was completely shattered!

Especially Li Er.

He woke up from his dream completely!

I thought I was living in the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty, but who would have thought that there were people outside the world, and there was a sky outside the sky!

Who would have thought.

In the land of Daqin, even a peasant woman and a three-year-old child can recite quatrains for the ages.

How can such a country not be strong?

In comparison.

Can the people of Datang really do this?

Li Er already had the answer in his heart.

No, you can't!

"Dare to ask the old man, who taught you to read and hyphenate?".

"Who wrote such a quatrain for the ages?".

Li Er arched his hand solemnly, with ardent expectation in his eyes.

The secret here must be understood!

Otherwise.

I'm not willing to die!