The Great Qin: Stop Pretending, Your Father, I Am Qin Shihuang

Seeing the choice in front of him, Zhao Lang immediately showed a smile.

He had encountered this option before, but unfortunately it appeared together with papermaking.

So he didn't choose.

Now that he appeared again, how could he let it go.

As for this calligraphy proficiency, it's not bad. After all, Zhao Lang was in his twenties in his last life.

Words are still the same as chicken feet crawling.

But this is nothing compared to the full block script.

Therefore, Zhao Lang did not hesitate to choose the block script Daquan.

"Sir, I don't want to write anymore."

Zhao Lang gritted his teeth and said.

Immediately, all the teenagers in the yard looked over, and Zhao Xie on the side also raised his head.

Kong Jia lifted up the ruler that he had just put down at this time.

Although he was hired by someone, he would never relax his principles.

What's more, in his heart, this is the battlefield between him and Qin Shi Huang.

"Why, if you don't explain the reason, I will fine you ten times today!"

Kong Jia said sternly.

"Because... my hands are a little uncomfortable today."

Zhao Lang didn't want to argue with the other party at all.

Because unlike their own father, these old Confucian scholars are big trolls with culture!

If you argue with him, he can start from the ancient times in a minute, and then cite the scriptures and say that you are useless.

In terms of spraying people, Confucianism can be said to be well-deserved number one.

Think about it, someone else invented the word scolding.

Raise the scolding to the level of war, and some people have been scolded to death!

So, he just wanted to complete the task and get the reward.

Kong Jia snorted coldly at this time and said,

"I only saw today that you took someone over the wall in the morning, and you are very agile."

"Continue to write! In addition, you will be punished to engrave ten bamboo slips!"

Hearing the punishment, Zhao Lang took a deep breath.

In the past few days, he has also tried to engrave on bamboo slips, which is simply not a job done by humans.

And doing so, the mission can't be completed.

Zhao Lang could only bite the bullet and say,

"Sir, this word is too difficult to write. The more I write, the more I want to sleep."

Just as Zhao Lang finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter behind him.

Zhao Lang looked at him angrily, wanting to see which ignorant boy he was and dared to laugh at him.

However, he found out that it was the disciple Kong Jia brought over, Zhao Xie.

Kong Jia also frowned slightly. He was educating Zhao Lang. It was inappropriate for you to make fun of him.

Zhao Xie's reaction was quick, his face returned to seriousness, he stood up and said,

"Master, even though you are the master of Zhuangzi, you were invited back by you."

"But the way to study is difficult in the first place, but how many people can't do it if they want to study? How can you give up halfway?"

Hearing this, Kong Jia also nodded.

Zhao Lang actually agreed with this statement, but the current situation does not allow him to surrender.

Continue to harden your scalp,

"It's not that I don't learn it, it's just that this word has too many gestures and is too complicated. If only it could be simpler."

Just as he finished speaking, Kong Jia frowned.

Just then, someone said,

"Sir, I also think it's too difficult. I've been studying for several days, and now I can't even write my name."

"If the words could be simpler, we would definitely be able to learn it."

Zhao Lang looked back and saw that he was going to die.

Good boy, I usually don't hurt you in vain, I know that I will come out to share the firepower at this time.

The other teenagers also spoke up.

When Kong Jia saw it, he regained his composure, and then said,

"You all think this word is too complicated?"

The boys almost nodded in unison.

Kong Jia put down the ruler and said,

"It's okay, I'm in a hurry. I just think that you are old enough to let you learn Chinese characters as soon as possible."

"But I didn't tell you the origin of the word and its importance to me in China."

"You know, since Pangu created the world, the universe has been flooded, and people are like dogs..."

When Zhao Lang heard this, his whole body froze.

Sure enough, what he was most afraid of came.

This old Confucian scholar actually started talking about the creation of the world!

After a while, Kong Jia finally said,

"Then Cangjie created the calligraphy, and a vision descended from the sky. Every stroke and every painting took all the efforts of the predecessors."

"Look at it now, how can this word be simplified?"

After listening to this, the teenagers in the courtyard showed a solemn look.

At this time, even his most **** die, he said,

"Patriarch, what Mr. said is quite right, let's practice calligraphy."

Zhao Lang also scratched his hair in pain.

Because what the old Confucian scholar said was quite right, writing is an extremely important feature and symbol of a civilization.

Look at the whole world.

Chinese is the only remaining ideogram.

It's not something that can be changed at will.

But he has block letters!

In order to obtain a complete collection of block script characters, this wave of Zhao Lang must be just,

"Sir is right, this word really cannot be changed at will."

A faint smile suddenly appeared on Kong Jia's face. Being able to convince these thorny students was also a sense of accomplishment for Mr.

Just before the smile widened, Zhao Lang said,

"But that doesn't mean that this word can't be changed and shouldn't be changed!"

"In ancient times, the ancestors used pictures to paint, then there was Zhong Dingwen, then there was Da Zuan, and now there is Xiao Zuan."

"Words are simplified step by step. Don't our people still have the wisdom of the ancients?"

The more Kong Jia listened to ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the deeper his brows furrowed. After Zhao Lang finished speaking, he said coldly,

"It's just nonsense!"

"Wait, how can I compare with the ancient sages!"

He is a descendant of Confucius. According to Zhao Lang, he would be disrespectful to his ancestors.

So it is impossible for him to agree with this statement.

Zhao Lang sighed involuntarily.

Confucianism, is it strong?

Strong, so to speak.

Otherwise, the rest of the schools of thought would not have been slaughtered.

But the disadvantage is also fatal, that is, the classics of the ancients are regarded as insurmountable rules.

Then he drew himself a dungeon as a prison, and he was self-sufficient.

Huaxia suffered a lot because of this.

Having said this, Zhao Lang decided to go out of his way to offend a teacher. Compared with obtaining block letters, it was nothing.

If you get angry with this gentleman, just find another one.

So he said,

"Why can't the people of today be better than the ancients?"

"If this is the case, then we should still be wearing animal skins and living in the wild."

"It is the step-by-step progress that leads to the glory of Huaxia."

Zhao Lang stood up at this time and turned his attention to the teenagers in the yard.

He doesn't care whether the old Confucian scholar listens to these words, as long as these young people can understand,

"What we have to do is to absorb the experience of our ancestors, and then keep moving forward and making continuous progress!"

"So, the disciple doesn't have to be inferior to the teacher, and the teacher doesn't have to be better than the disciple."

Zhao Lang used the words of Han Yu (Tang) to make the final explanation.

At this time, Kong Jia and Zhao Xie on the side were already standing there.

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