Tang's dining table

After hearing Wen Wen's words, Di Renjie's mind was a little confused, but in the end he agreed with Wen Wen's theory that his children were the most precious.

Although this statement is somewhat different from Yi Ya steaming his own children and inviting the princes to eat them.

It is also different from Cheng Ying, a loyal man in the Zhao family's orphans, who sacrificed his own son to die for Zhao Wu. Although he always felt that something was wrong, when he saw Yun Chu using a handkerchief to wipe the foreheads of his children, When he was sweating, he still thought it would be better to learn to be gentle.

After all, it’s better to have your own children than other people’s children.

It’s best to make your own decisions about your own life.

After spending time with Yunchu for a long time, Di Renjie, who had a rock-solid mind, felt that he had changed a lot.

The most important change is that there is a big question about the eternal truth of "the king, the king, the ministers, the father, the son, the son".

The problem is that if he doesn't believe in these, Di Renjie doesn't know what he should believe. Anyway, he has no respect for the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

Without monarchs, ministers, fathers and sons, there is no need to mention the heart of a gentleman, let alone such lofty ideals as raising my awe-inspiring righteousness.

Di Renjie felt that this was a big issue and he needed to discuss it gently and carefully with Yun Chu. After all, one should always have some faith in life, otherwise he would be like a savage, which would not be good.

There is a breeze blowing in the dungeon in Wannian County. The hot wind from outside blows into the dungeon and mixes with the cold air inside, and becomes extremely mild.

Li Si didn't sleep well last night. After sleeping in the prison all morning, he finally woke up. He sat up in a daze, looked at the unfamiliar and terrifying environment around him, and immediately opened his mouth and screamed.

"Ah——" He was only halfway through his scream, but his voice hadn't reached its maximum level when he saw Yun Chu's back. Li Si immediately stopped screaming and was no longer afraid. He took out a small bronze mirror from his arms. , took a look at her appearance, and felt that her makeup was not bad, so she pulled Yun Jin up from under the blanket.

Yun Jin was snoozing, so he naturally ignored her, turned over and went back to sleep. Li Si had no choice but to tiptoe out of the prison, and then lay on Yun Chu's back to see what he was doing.

The little girl is already twelve years old, and her height is the same as that of Li Zhiwumei and his wife. Coupled with the constant supply of milk and soy milk in the Yun family, the height of this twelve-year-old child has almost caught up with Yu Xiurong.

It’s just that this child seems to have forgotten her identity as a princess and accepts her fate as the little lady of Yun Mansion. Even Naha has learned how to lie on Yun Chu’s back. However, Yun Chu always ignores her. He ignored her, unlike when Naha lay on Yunchu's back, he casually grabbed her arm and threw her out.

Seeing that Yun Chu was still writing, Li Si let go of Yun Chu's neck, looked at her tenderly and said, "If you look again, I'll dig out your eyes."

She said softly and calmly: "A real princess of the Tang Dynasty insists on hiding in the small courtyard of the Yun family and treating herself as an ordinary girl. Do you think it's a loss?"

Li Sidao: "My mother gave birth to a little princess named Princess Taiping. The world is peaceful. A princess with such a title is destined to be the pride of the royal family.

I am Princess Anding. Anding means staying in one place and not moving. It is best to be like a dead person. I also asked Master Cui, and Master Cui said that titles like Anding are usually reserved for dead children. "

He smiled softly and hard: "But you are living a prosperous life. Yesterday, I heard Yun Chu say that you have started practicing the stick seriously."

Li Si smiled and said: "I am the young lady of the Yun family, so of course I have to practice the stick. If anyone messes with me in the future, I will beat him with the stick."

Di Renjie, who was lying in the back like a mountain of flesh, opened one eye and snorted coldly: "From now on, it's best not to say that you are the Yun family's little wife, or your mother will cut the Yun family's family into pieces. "

Li Si gave Di Renjie a big roll of his eyes and said, "I'm not stupid, so naturally what I'm thinking will not fall on my face."

Wen Wen looked at Li Si for a while, then looked at Yun Chu for a while and said, "You and your wife are both incredibly smart people. How come you can raise children that are dumber than the other?"

"Your Wen Ru can't even recite the multiplication table!"

Yun Jin, who was never forgiving, rubbed her eyes and came out of the prison. She climbed up on the chair and lay on Yun Chu's back, and started to fight against Wen Wen.

Wen Wen curled her lips and said: "What you learned was the nine-nine multiplication table made up by your father, which has no beauty in writing. What Wen Ru learned was the nine-nine multiplication table in "Guanzi" where An plays the number nine-nine to correspond to the way of heaven, and In "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", Fuxi made a multiplication table based on the eight trigrams and the combination of the nine and nine.

What you learned was a multiplication table as crude as a donkey's hair, while Wen Ru learned an advanced multiplication table. The difference in difficulty between the two cannot be measured in miles. "

Di Renjie said in confusion: "Is there any difference between the multiplication table of ninety-nine made up by Yun Chu and the multiplication table that Fuxi made based on the Eight Diagrams that you mentioned?

Aren’t they all about teaching children multiplication?

There are obviously things that are easy to learn and understand, so why are you making it difficult for this kid, Wen Ru, to learn the obscure multiplication table?

Not to mention anything else, one needs to recite eighty-one sentences, and the other only needs to recite forty-five sentences, but the results are the same. What I think is stupid is not Wen Ru, a good boy, but you who are gentle. "

Gentle shook his head and said: "A scholar is as precious as gold and jade. It is better to have more than less. It is better to know more than to learn less."

When Yun Chu heard what Wen Ru said, he said to Wen Ru: "Next month, send the child Wen Ru to my house and I will teach him personally. I am very worried that this child will be ruined if you continue to teach him."

After talking to Wen Rou, he said to Di Renjie: "The same goes for your son."

Wen Wen said angrily: "How could you be taught bad things? I have learned this since I was a child."

Yun Chu snorted coldly and said, "That's why you've become so perverted now."

Wen Wen smacked her lips and said worriedly: "What are you going to teach my son?"

Yun Chu glanced at Wen Wen and said, "This is the Yun family's family education. Is it something that a person named Wen like you should ask about?"

Wen Wenwen immediately stopped talking. Yun Chu wanted to accept his son as a disciple. As for how to teach and what to learn, it was true that Yun Chu's affairs had nothing to do with him, let alone something he should know, even if the two families were connected. Even if the family is good, it will not work.

The city of Chang'an was so hot that it felt like it was on fire. Yun Jin, who had just woken up, ran out of the prison door with her bare feet. She stepped on the bluestone with her bare feet and screamed. She hugged one of her feet and cried out in pain.

Seeing Yun Jin's appearance, Wen Wen's face was filled with worry, and she always doubted Yun Chu's ability to educate her children.

Unlike Yun Chu, Wen Wen, and Di Renjie, Xue Rengui stood in the bright sun with his helmet on and his armor on, staring fiercely at the 683 equally well-armed generals in front of him.

Although everyone was only wearing leather armor for training, under such strong sunlight, the bodies under the leather armor seemed to be stuffed into a steamer.

From time to time, a general would fall to the ground unconscious. Immediately, military doctors would drag the fallen person to a shady area, remove his leather armor, and quickly treat him.

Every time they heard the sound of a general falling down, the faces of the other generals showed a burst of bitterness.

Those generals who persisted for less than an hour would be removed from the army by the general. It had only been half an hour, but already thirty-seven people had fallen.

It is not that there have been no reviews in the military before. Even the most stringent review is not as good as the review Xue Rengui is currently performing.

"Look, you haven't used troops for just a few years, and you have already shown me that you are useless?

I know that you are well-fed, well-clothed, and well-played in Chang'an. You have beautiful wives, beautiful concubines, and a house full of gold and jade, all of which have turned into pigs.

How can you be dragged out to fight with your appearance? To die?

Today, even if you die, you will die in the school parade field, lest you be dragged out and killed by the enemy in the future, which will reduce the military power of our Datang! "

Xue Rengui poured a sip of ice water into his mouth, continued to shake the kettle in his hand and said: "If anyone doesn't want to suffer this, please stand up and tell me. I will definitely apologize to you before sending you out of the Sixteenth Guards Camp.

Come forward. I heard that Yun Chu has arranged your future career. I heard that you can work as a shopkeeper in a government-owned grain store in Chang'an, and you can also be a boss in a government-owned carriage and horse shop. I also heard that when Can someone who has passed the brigade commander's team lead an official caravan to the Western Regions to make a fortune?

Listen, these are all good jobs. When I was a farmer, I dreamed of doing these jobs.

As long as you stand up, it will be done. I will personally recommend you to Yunchu and arrange a good job for you..."

Xue Rengui's voice was the only one lingering in the teaching field. Apart from his voice, there was no other noise.

However, some people would fall to the ground, which was completely beyond the control of these generals. After all, the sun above their heads was really hot.

In a tent beside a mass grave outside Chang'an City, Lao He, who was wearing a thick two-layer mask, took out a crystal-clear thermometer from the armpit of a child covered in pustules and looked at the mercury column scale inside. Afterwards, he said to Sun Simiao, who was also wearing a mask: "Ancestor, this child's body temperature is 41 degrees. I'm afraid he won't survive."

Sun Simiao sighed and said, "Continue to apply antiseptics to ventilate and cool down. As long as we get through it, this child can still be saved."

Lao He raised his head that looked like it was fished out of the water and said angrily: "The weather on this dog day is already thirty-nine degrees, and the wind is very hot..."

As he spoke, Lao He picked up a kettle made of bamboo, pressed the bamboo valve a few times, and the antiseptic inside was sprayed evenly on the unconscious child's feet, hands, groin, and armpits.

For the rest, we can only leave it to fate. The child will survive if he can survive it. He will just have a few more scars from the sores on his body and face.

After finishing these things, Lao He helped the old immortal leave the tent and came to a tent upwind. He used the kettle to evenly spray the anti-toxicant on the old immortal who had taken off his clothes, and then sprayed it on himself. After doing the same thing, the two of them left the tent specially used for anti-virus, walked more than thirty feet naked, and finally entered a large tent.

After waiting for the old god to put on his inner clothes, Lao He put on a pair of calf-nosed shorts, picked up a teapot and took a deep breath. After taking a breath, he said to the old god who also drank tea: "Why is it cowpox? Instead of variola?”

Sun Simiao was silent for a moment and said: "Yun Chu said that cowpox has low toxicity and is more effective than human pox."

Lao He sighed and said, "Actually, Yun Chu's medical skills are far inferior to mine. Why does he get it right every time?"

Sun Simiao looked at the wild forest outside the tent and said: "Some people are born with knowledge that ordinary people cannot compare with."

"Is Yun Chu a person born with knowledge?"

"The veteran doesn't want to ask, and he doesn't want to know. The veteran only knows that once cowpox is proven to be effective, he will believe whatever he says in the future."

Lao He patted his chest and said, "It must be effective. Look at me, I haven't contracted sores after so many days, and neither has the old god."

Sun Simiao looked at Lao He and said worriedly: "The old Taoist is not afraid of sores because he suffered from sores when he was young. You have never suffered from sores, but you can follow the old Taoist to this wilderness to treat sores. Really speaking, you That’s true fearlessness.”

Lao He, who was smiling happily, disappeared in an instant and became extremely pale.

"Have you ever had ulcers?"

"Well, when I was eight years old, I almost didn't survive."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What's there to say? It's not a great achievement..."