Tang's dining table

The fat man Fangzheng opened Yunchu's hair and saw the terrible scar near the upper left side of his head. He took a breath and said, "It's really lucky that your baby can survive."

Although the scar was an old injury, how could someone like Fatty Fang Zheng, who had spent half his life in the military, fail to see that the scar had been formed for no more than three years.

Facing Yun Chu who remained silent, the fat man Fang Zheng ordered his entourage: "Please come over, Bing Cao and Hu Zheng."

After the entourage left, the room suddenly became quiet. Fatty Fangzheng was pacing back and forth. It seemed that he found the problem that Yun Chu had thrown at him to be very difficult.

After a while, two more equally tough men walked in from the outside, but they were not as fat as Fang Zheng.

From the moment the two people walked into the house, Yun Chu felt that the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped several degrees.

The two people came in without saying a word, and carefully looked at the things belonging to Yunchu placed on the ground by their entourage.

After reading the things, he looked up and down at Yun Chu, who was sitting upright on the ground.

Fang Zheng took another sip of cold water and said, "What are the regulations? Just say something."

The strong man on the left with a big scar on his face sneered: "Leave it to me and put it in the barracks. After two years of training, you will be a soldier. Then you will die on the battlefield."

The big man with a black face and a long beard on the right said: "Look clearly, this is a child in prison, not a prisoner who can be fucked by you casually."

The soldier on the left sneered: "He suddenly appeared in our town of Qiuci without any crime. He is either a prisoner or a prisoner."

After saying that, he cupped his hands towards Fang Zheng, who was sitting in the middle, and said, "I hope you will be treated as a prisoner according to the quarantine order. In this way, there will be no future troubles."

Shangguan Ling Fangzheng chuckled and said, "Brother Liu, you don't doubt this son's identity from the Tang Dynasty, do you?"

Bing Cao Liu Xiong came to Yun Chu, roughly pulled his hair, pinched his mouth open, and finally took off his shoes and hit the soles of his feet so hard that Yun Chu almost screamed out in pain.

Then he threw away Yun Chu's feet and said to Fang Zheng: "Two spins, white teeth, flat feet, no doubt from Chang'an."

He Yuanshan, the long-bearded Huzheng, said with a smile: "Since Fang Zheng speaks Guanzhong dialect, and Guanzhong is such a big place, how can we be sure that he is from Chang'an?"

Soldier Cao Liu Xiong said: "Except Chang'an, there are many people in these two counties with black teeth in ten thousand years!"

After hearing Liu Xiong's judgment, not only He Yuanshan and Fang Zheng were surprised, but even Yun Chu himself was very surprised.

The two whirlpools on the top of his head, his white teeth, and his inconspicuous flat feet can really confirm that he is from the Tang Dynasty. Can he also narrow the scope to the magic of Chang'an and Wannian County?

Isn't this too idealistic?

Yun Chu couldn't help but cast suspicious eyes on Bing Cao Liu Xiong.

Liu Xiong, who was a little proud at first, saw Yun Chu's unkind look, so he grabbed him by the collar of his clothes, lifted him up, and roared face to face: "What, you don't believe what I say?"

Yun Chu grabbed Liu Xiong's thick arm and said, "I just can't remember what happened before. I'm not stupid."

"Why did you appear in Kucha City and still have golden sands?"

Fang Zheng weighed the bag filled with gold sand and asked Yunchu angrily.

"When I woke up, I was in the Aries tribe. I lived in that tribe for three years. The tribe leader Abo said that I was not a Serb and should go to my own tribe. So I came to Kucha to look for people who looked like me. Someone I resemble.”

“You found them, why don’t you talk to them?

It stands to reason that for a young man like you, there should be many merchants willing to take you in. "

"They smell wrong." Yun Chu looked at Fang Zheng and said matter-of-factly.

"It doesn't taste right?" He Yuanshan also found this sentence very interesting.

Liu Xiong even smiled, opened his arms, pressed Yun Chu's head into his creaking nest, and said, "What does it smell like? Is it like this?"

Yun Chu's legs twisted Liu Xiong's left leg hard, his hands grabbed Liu Xiong's shoulders, and he rushed forward. Liu Xiong's body remained motionless. Yun Chu's body suddenly shrank, his feet climbed up, and he stepped on On Liu Xiong's waist, his body violently broke away backwards.

Liu Xiong, who was trying to maintain his balance, was dodged by the sudden forward force. He couldn't help but take two steps forward to offset the force.

However, Yun Chu also took this opportunity to pull his head out of Liu Xiong's armpit and breathed in the fresh air.

That guy's armpit was like a smelly cesspit.

Liu Xiong, who felt humiliated, threw Yunchu away and said to Fang Zheng, "I want this kid. After a few years of practice, he will be a good player."

He Yuanshan said to Yun Chu, "Write that calligraphy again."

Yun Chu shook his head and said, "My pen is broken. The pen I made is too soft and I can't write that calligraphy well."

Fang Zheng left his seat naturally. Behind him, there was a reed futon and a low table with the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he needed.

Yunchu sat on the futon, first looked at the pile of rough hemp paper on the table, and couldn't help but frown.

This scene was also seen by Fang Zheng and He Yuanshan. They looked at each other and continued to watch Yun Chu's writing without making a sound.

Studying ink is a skill that belongs exclusively to scholars. Whether you are a scholar or not can be determined by looking at the way he studies ink.

Although Xuanzang was a monk, he was also an experienced scholar. His ink-refining technique was completely inherited by Lao Yangpi. Therefore, Yunchu's ink-refining technique naturally became Xuanzang's technique.

Because Xuanzang often grinds ink, Lao Yangpi has a better technique for grinding ink, and he also summed up the push grinding method and the circular grinding method.

The push grinding method is only suitable for new ink sticks and rectangular inkstones, so that the corners of the new ink stick can be processed well.

As for the circular grinding method, it is naturally suitable for round inkstones. The inkstone on the Founder's desk is a round inkstone.

Yun Chu poured a spoonful of water into the ink pool, then held half of the ink stick and gently turned it in circles. As the ink gradually appeared, he poured another spoonful of water into the ink pool and continued grinding.

Although Fang Zheng and He Yuanshan just asked Yun Chu to study ink and write, the examination and evaluation involved were far more vicious than Liu Xiong's method of identifying Tang people.

Write to check the origin, and study the ink to check whether Yunchu is a truly skilled reader and whether he can grind out the right amount of ink to write those words.

Soon, Yun Chu grinded out a thick pool of ink. He did not start writing immediately, but gently smelled the fragrance of the ink.

In fact, someone like Fang Zheng, who was a minor official on the edge of Qiuci, was not qualified to use scented ink sticks. The reason why Yun Chu was so obsessed was entirely because he came into contact with civilization again.

The Uighur people in the Tang Dynasty did not have their own written language yet, perhaps it was in the process of being developed. Anyway, Yunchu found no one among the Uighur people who could write.

The writing brushes in Fangzheng's official office were not good either and kept losing hair. Yun Chu took out two fallen hairs from the tip of the brush, moistened the brush in the ink pool, and then started writing.

Writing with a brush was one of the first skills Lao Yangpi taught him. Now, Yun Chu feels emotional just thinking about it.

Under the gazes of Fang Zheng, He Yuanshan and Liu Xiong, Yun Chu quickly copied the calligraphy that Lao Yangpi gave him.

When he finished writing the last word, the ink in the ink pool was also filled up and used up, which shows Yun Chu's skill in controlling the amount of ink.

He never knew how to write calligraphy with a brush before. Lao Yangpi taught him how to write calligraphy stroke by stroke on the sand table. Later, he also found a lot of paper and brushes for Yun Chu to learn calligraphy.

Therefore, this guy's calligraphy is exactly the same as Lao Yangpi's calligraphy.

"The people of the Sui Dynasty are noble, right?" He Yuanshan frowned after reading the font. If Yun Chu could only write, he would not suspect that Yun Chu had other identities. Now, it is because these words are written so well that he has certain worries.

"That's nonsense. In the fourth year of Zhenguan, Empress Xiao and the former Sui Prince Yuande returned to the Central Plains with Turks on their backs. On the grasslands and in the Gobi, there are no longer so-called Sui nobles. The matter of this child needs to be considered in the long run."

He Yuanshan said: "You want to keep him?"

Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Look again, as time goes by, as long as we find that this is a good boy, it doesn't matter if we open the door to him, after all, we have got a good boy for Datang.

If you find that he has evil intentions, kill him! "

He Yuanshan said: "You have to be careful. This kid just tripped Liu Xiong and staggered him. With your fat body, you may not be able to defeat him."

Fang Zheng looked back at Yun Chu, who was still sitting in front of the short table, and smiled: "A person who can write well and abide by all the etiquette can be so bad. Don't worry, even a bad boy will have time to teach him. .”

He Yuanshan glanced at Yunchu worriedly and left Fangzheng's Yamen.

"Have you figured out who I am?" Yun Chu raised his head and looked at Fang Zheng hopefully.

Fang Zheng slowly came to Yun Chu and asked solemnly: "Tell me, will you be loyal to the Tang Dynasty?"

Yun Chu looked at Fang Zheng's square face carefully and thought for a moment, "Unless you can prove that I am from the Tang Dynasty first.

If I were a Tang person, no matter whose family I was a child of, I would be loyal to my own ethnic group. "

Fang Zheng nodded and asked again: "Are you willing to serve the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty?"

Yun Chu said sluggishly: "The book says: The Son of Heaven is the original son of Heaven. Heaven is the personified nature and is considered to be the highest ruler of the universe. All things in the world are descendants of Heaven and Earth.

Heaven is the father, so it is called "Huang Tian", and the earth is the mother, so it is called "Hou Tu". Therefore, all mortals are sons of Heaven.

Are you asking me if I want to be loyal to every clan member?

If the rest of the tribe is also asked this question, and if their answer is yes, then they will also be loyal to me, and I will naturally be loyal to each of them.

I would rather call this allegiance a blood connection, a mutual support, and a shared life and death. "

Fang Zheng frowned and said, "I'm talking about His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty!"

Yunchu stood up and looked up at the tall Fang Zheng and said: "Mencius said: "The people are the most valuable, the country is the second most important, and the king is the least important." Therefore, the people of Qiu became the emperor, the emperor became the princes, and the princes became the officials. If the princes threaten the country, they will change their positions. After the sacrifice is completed, the rice is abundant and clean, and the ancestors are worshiped in time, but if it dries out early and the water overflows, it will be replaced by the state.

If you can clearly prove that I am from the Tang Dynasty, then, under Mencius's humble words and righteousness, what is the difference between being loyal to His Majesty the Emperor and being loyal to my tribe? "

Fang Zheng was stunned by Yun Chu's words. In his simple understanding, loyalty to the Tang Dynasty meant loyalty to the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

Now, someone gave him a new answer.