If you put a blazing brazier under the table, even though you can't see the fire for a while; But it is foreseeable that in the near future, the fire will surely burn more and more with the entire table.

Most of the local people in Youbei Third Road are some rural villagers, whose ancestors have counted several lifetimes, and most of them are ordinary people who make a living from fishing, hunting and herding. Even if you gather a few tribal villages, you may not be able to find a person who can read and write.

And since Yan Wuqiu, the head of the Yan family, and Dongyou Mancang Li, and Guo Ling of Zhongshan Road jointly established Youbei Third Road, there have been some Luodi Xiucai and foot-walking merchants from Beiyan and Nankang who came to seek a way to survive and finally took root.

And these literate and hyphenation talents and businessmen, after taking root, gradually began to follow them to learn the official dialect and writing on the Huayu Continent. Because before that, the recorded text and official dialect of the entire Youbei Third Road were all obscure shamanic ancient languages.

Time flies, white clouds and dogs, and time has passed in a hurry, nearly a hundred years. Today, the official dialect and writing of Youbei Third Road have long become the original foreign language. Of course, this shift is natural and operational; It's not a 'mandatory rule' of the Northern Imperial Court.

Because of words and language, the most basic attribute is the tool for communication and recording; And who is qualified to formulate which script and language is the most popular? The answer is also very simple, national strength.

Since the Youbei people want to use their own herbs and wood in exchange for the silk and cloth of Beiyan and Nankang, they have to travel thousands of miles to sell goods and learn the language of the other party. Moreover, even trivial things such as eating, drinking, dressing, daily habits, etc., must imitate the style of those 'southerners', so that they can better integrate into each other's environment. Of course, these traveling merchants were only reluctant to change themselves for the sake of doing business, but they didn't expect that after returning home, they were looked down upon by the villagers in Youbei!

In the long run, my vanity, coupled with the world's instinct to chase wealth, is invisibly clamoring for these 'foreign cultures'. Over time, 'speaking southern dialect and learning southern customs' has also changed from being forced to make a living and becoming a symbol of 'upper class' status.

As for the original shamanic language, it gradually declined over time. To this day, even in shamanism, there are only a handful of shamanic priests and goddesses who can read the ancient shamanic texts.

Today, the only 'officially designated entrusted training institution' on Youbei Third Road, Sanbei Academy, was originally just a Tongmeng Academy founded by a down-and-out Xiucai; And what the founders want in their hearts is just to rely on the only little ability to earn a 'life meal' for themselves who are powerless. Today, this Sanbei Academy has become the 'highest university' on Youbei Sanlu, and countless young talents and children of families want to worship within the door wall of Sanmen Academy.

Of course, ordinary children can't come up with such a large sum of money; And their best way out is to find a down-and-out talent to open a child, learn to understand some daily words, and then send them to a businessman for apprenticeship; After becoming an apprentice, it is logical that he will also become a well-dressed businessman. As for reading...... There is no imperial examination on Youbei Third Road, why waste that silver?

However, as long as anyone can master the reader, he will also have the right to speak above the court. When Li Deng traveled to Beiyan in his early years, he already deeply understood this truth, so he spent a huge amount of money to renovate and expand the entire Sanbei Academy. To this day, the vice president of Youbei Third Road, Ni Xing Ni Anzai, is the mentor of all the scholars in Youbei Third Road; And the vice presidents, Li Deng and Li Qiyuan, are the dependence of the future of these scholars.

Today, 'Vice President Li', who was sitting at home and was mourning for his daughter, ushered in some 'high-ranking men' who came to visit the house. The beginning of all this was because Li Sanlin, who came from Dongyou's hometown to report the funeral, after returning to the Great Wilderness City, Li Fu commanded his family and dressed the entire Prime Minister's Mansion into a snow-white color. Since you're going to do a play, you have to do it completely.

Although at this moment, the people in Fengjing City are talking about the story of 'filial piety', but these children of wealthy families of Sanbei Academy obviously have a higher spiritual pursuit; for them, the hottest topic at the moment is the teacher's mansion, which is mourning in the house.

As soon as this incident came out, the entire Sanbei Academy was completely boiling.

These students were all from wealthy families, and when the Northern Yan army attacked, of course, they were all silent; Some students are 'gifted and intelligent', and they know very well that their abilities are practiced on their teeth and tongues, while some students have empty ambitions to serve the country, but their own family has already run clean, and they really have no position to 'woo hoo lament', and their casualness is 'round with the square, and good as flow'.

But now that the war has passed, the lives of these students have been fully guaranteed. Now that he has returned to the peaceful and prosperous era, it is time to show the spirit of the 'saint's disciple'; after all, those stinky Qiu Ba, who are headed by Yan Chongwu and can't read a single big character, have just made a big splash; And we, the mainstays of the future of the Youbei Dynasty, have naturally come to take precautions.

However, since he intends to show his knowledge and ability, he cannot participate in the discussion of those things that are not on the table; And there are not many opportunities in this world to show a big face!

Pity the hell! At this time, the snow-white of the Prime Minister's Mansion is just a godsend for these students!

Today is the usual 'rest day' of Sanbei Academy, and these gentlemen who have taken a vacation are unusual, and they all get up early in the morning. After grooming, everyone changed into a white scholar's robe, a coarse linen sleeveless smock, and a filial piety hat that was prepared at some unknown time; These gentlemen were led by the university president Wang Zhi, and they lined up in two teams neatly and walked out of the gate of Sanbei Academy.

These snow-white gentlemen walked neatly, and their hands were sprinkled with paper money; Under the guidance and discussion of the people along the street, the group came to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion in a mighty manner.

“…… Ladies and gentlemen, what are you? ”

I just woke up, and at this time, I was squatting in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, rinsing my mouth and watching the lively Shan Qingquan, and I saw this neat team of 'little white people' from afar.

At first, he thought it was a rich family in mourning, so he squatted in front of the house gate with the mentality of watching the excitement; But he never expected that this mighty 'funeral brigade' would stop in front of him under the leadership of the leader.

"This virtuous man is polite...... Contemptible, Wang Zhi Wang Huainan, his father is Lord Wang, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites. ”

This Wang Zhi is the eldest son of Wang Qi, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and he called his father 'Lord Wang', although it sounds a bit of a show of family background, in fact, according to his identity, it is not an exaggeration.

As a son of man, he cannot call his father by his name in front of outsiders.

However, although Shan Qingquan is also literate and literate, after all, he has never entered a private school or worshiped his teacher, and the little ink in his stomach still came back from a group of old Taoists, so he naturally does not understand the complicated rules of their 'professional background'. Therefore, Shan Qingquan misunderstood this Wang Huainan, and replied with a little displeasure in his heart:

"I didn't ask you your name, surname, or family history. What I asked was, why did so many of you come to the Prime Minister's Mansion dressed like this? ”

This Wang Huainan, who was originally born in a family of eunuchs, has been worshipping Ni's father and son since he was a child, and has become a personal disciple of the master of the Grass Pavilion; Such an outstanding young man, of course, has his reasons to be proud. And now facing Shan Qingquan, a cold-spoken and weird 'gatehouse', naturally he can't compromise the dignity of a scholar.

"Houxue and all the juniors and disciples are here to visit their teacher Li Xiang...... The rest of the things are the correspondence between the scholars, and the reason for this is not enough to be used by outsiders. ”

After Wang Zhi finished speaking, he didn't know where to take out a delicate nine-foot folding fan, and fanned it leisurely with a sound of 'swish'.

Just this annoying virtue, falling in Shan Qingquan's eyes, really made him feel crying and laughing.

Shan Qingquan thought about it casually, and knew the reason: these scholars who were anxious to be filial sons must have mistakenly thought that Prime Minister Li Cheng had not recovered from his illness for a long time and died. To rush into their 'filial piety', Shan Qingquan should let them in. After they met the prime minister in person, the misunderstanding was naturally solved; But now it seems that although their outfits can be regarded as 'courteous and thoughtful', listening to their words and looking at their deeds, it doesn't look like they are coming to a special funeral......

"I said you read a few broken books, and you won't be able to talk well? Listen to me, boy! Our prime minister's body and bones are very good, I'm afraid you are too careful! The big guys in the back, hurry up and put away all your banners, what kind of mess is written...... Didn't you hear? Still don't understand? Where did you come from, give me where I go back! It's not bad to dress like this early in the morning! ”

Wang Zhi frowned, looked at this hard-faced 'porter', and said secretly in his heart: Everyone in the world says that this prime minister is a seven-grade official in front of the door, and now I can be regarded as a first-hand experience, and his words are really true! Although my father is not as powerful as Lee Teng, he is also one of the four books; Now, with his small porter, he dares to stop me, the son of Shangshu and the pillar of the future country! If this matter is preached, what face will I, Wang Huainan, have to walk on the streets of this Fengjing City?

“…… You wicked gatekeeper who doesn't know how to count, so rude! Wang has already reported his name and family history, and explained his intention to you; But you still insist on preventing us and our master and apprentice from meeting...... Or not...... Well, Brother Zizhongxian, you can treat me as a foolish brother and 'explain' to this vicious dog again......"

As soon as Wang Xu's words fell, a young man with a thin body and slightly darker skin walked out of the queue with a plain sword in his left hand and stood beside Wang Xu.

"Yes, senior brother."

The young man held the sword in both hands and bowed, bowed lightly to Wang Xu, and then raised the sword with his left hand, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and said to Shan Qingquan in a calm tone:

"In the lower Wei Guiwei Wei Zizhong, I will learn your Excellency's high moves."

At this moment, Shan Qingquan really couldn't help it anymore and laughed.