Chapter 13: Be a learned man

Striking iron, running, being abused by tigers, being praised by Dazai, and being relied on by a doe are Yunlang's current life.

Life is very fulfilling, and there is no time to feel any loneliness.

In addition, Dazai didn't know where to find Jian Mu, and he squeezed out Yunlang's last free time.

The only trouble is that all the characters on the slip are written in large seal characters, which are more complex and difficult to understand than small seals.

It's not because of how complicated he is, but because this thing is very examined.

The big seal is also called 籀文, hieroglyphs, the font is complicated, and if you are slightly distracted, you will see the wrong image, unlike the right or wrong text order of later generations does not affect the reading experience much.

Relying on the shape of the word to judge the meaning, how can the speed of reading be faster?

Ask Dazai for advice if you don't understand, Dazai can always give answers, and the number of times he asks for advice is more, Yun Lang found that Dazai actually relied on guessing.

Because there is no dictionary or anything like that to compare with, Dazai is very comfortable fooling Yunlang.

The biggest disadvantage of relying on conjecture is that most of the conclusions drawn are nonsense.

Yun Lang believes that before Li Si and the others did not make the small seal, there should be many people who know the big seal.

Learning has always been an expensive high-end commodity, and people who have devoted their lives to research have emerged in successive dynasties.

The clever Yun Lang took out a few different articles, and then compared the same words in them, first checked and confirmed them one by one, and finally affirmed that he was the mainstream, and then solemnly wrote on the new wooden slip and marked the corresponding official book.

This is equivalent to compiling a dictionary, which is a grinding effort and takes a very long time.

In winter, the mountains and forests are quiet and peaceful, and when the remnants of snow turn into ice, the blue mist covers the forests.

A masked leather-clad boy suddenly came out of a small road, and before he could stand firmly, the foot that stepped on the ground began to exert force again, and his body leaned forward when he stepped on thin ice, and shot out like an arrow again as his leg straightened out.

Immediately after, a colorful tiger silently appeared behind him, its huge body flying up into the air, shaking off the remaining fallen leaves on the branches.

The two large claws stretched forward almost touched the boy's back.

The young man was not panicked, and his body, which was originally running forward, suddenly folded on the flat ground, allowing the tiger to pounce in the air.

Seeing the tiger pounce on the haystack, the young man laughed and ran along the rugged path to the end.

The tiger pulled his head out of the messy grass, slapped the sika deer standing aside and watched the excitement, and continued to stare at the young man's back in hot pursuit.

The stone house was in front of him, Yun Lang once again sped up his running speed, no matter what, he didn't want the king's tongue to fall on his face again today, this guy killed a wild boar yesterday and ate the whole internal organs, including the wild boar's stool that has not yet been excreted.

The tiger roaring mountain forest is definitely not an exaggeration, the tiger roar behind him has the effect of scaring people's souls, Yun Lang knew that this was the king playing tricks, and he still paused involuntarily under his feet.

Before he could exert his strength for the second time, a fierce wind pressure pushed him to take a step forward, his center of gravity was gone, and he was pushed forward and fell to the ground.

As soon as he finished curling up, a large paw stained with muddy water pressed heavily on his head.

The tiger skillfully turned him over, and a huge tiger head was attached to his face, and the red and yellowish-white tongue began to lick the lard from his mask.

After eating the lard, the tiger had no interest in Yun Lang, the lazy tiger squatted on the ground, its huge belly undulating, and the vigorous exercise just now was not easy for it, the king of the mountain.

"You're fucking taking shortcuts!"

Yun Lang got up from the ground angrily and yelled at the tiger.

The tiger opened its mouth and barked.

Yun Lang said angrily: "There is only a little sugar, and I still make a fart braised pork." ”

The tiger seemed to know that he was at a loss, and rubbed Yun Lang's ribs with his big head, Yun Lang pushed away angrily, and with a whistle, the doe that was slapped over by the tiger ran over.

The pale cyan mist sticks to the exposed skin, and it hurts like pins and needles.

Yun Lang ran quickly, wanting to enter the warm stone house as soon as possible. This ghost weather, if it weren't for being thrown out by Dazai, he wouldn't have masochized himself anyway.

He was thrown out by Dazai early in the morning, and when he came back, the inside of the stone house was very weird.

Dazai sat upright on the edge of the fire, wearing a white deerskin leather on his head, wearing a plain robe, a kudzu belt around his waist, and holding a cane made of hazelwood, as majestic as a god in the sky.

Seeing that Yun Lang came back with the tiger and sika deer, he pointed to a yellow shirt on the bed and asked Yun Lang to put it on.

"Today's wax sacrifice, I sacrifice to the sky for the first emperor, and you wear people's clothes."

Yun Lang nodded, and without half a moment's hesitation, he put on the ugly clothes and hat, both of which symbolized the color of the grass and trees after autumn.

As soon as the grass people said it, there was this factor.

The Great Qin Empire did not say that the New Year was celebrated, and the beginning of each year began in October, and September was the end of the year.

Originally, the calendar before the Great Qin was not like this, and the First Emperor believed in the "Five Virtues and the End of the Beginning" before it became what it is now.

This is the standard calendar that follows the growth cycle of crops.

Yun Lang believes that it is very important to follow the customs of the locals, and there is no need to spend any year in this era.

There are only two people here, Dazai has to play the emperor, Yun Lang has to play the grass people, and as for the other important role, the corpse, it has to be handed over to the tiger.

"The earth returns to his house. (Don't run around on rammed earth, stay on the foundation of the house obediently.) ）

The water shall return to its gully (the water shall return to the ditch, and not overflow),

Do not do insects (all pests die),

Plants and trees should be returned to their own areas (weeds and thorns, please grow into the water, do not come to the fields). ”

The ceremony is very simple, Dazai sings a sentence, Yun Lang sings a sentence, and finally the two of them sing together to be over.

The tiger is the most comfortable, although he wears a crown of thorns on his head, the small table in front of his head is full of cold pork that Yun Lang prepared yesterday.

The corpse is the most important part of the wax sacrifice.

This is because the ghosts and gods "hear the invisible, see the invisible", when they return to their former home, look up at the rafters, look down at a few cases, those used utensils are still there, but their own people are gone, they will feel all kinds of emptiness, loneliness and cold, so they need to be replaced by "corpses" to eat and drink well.

In short, the role of the tiger is the best in this large-scale wax festival.

According to Dazai's sad account, when the festival is over, the music such as bells and drums is paused, and the "su" announces the completion of the festival, the gods are drunk, and it is time to return to heaven.

At this time, the band beat the bells and drums again to send the "corpse" and the souls of the ancestors on their way home; The cooks and maids removed the offerings, and everyone began to prepare for the feast.

For this reason, he also sang a sad song "The Book of Songs, Xiaoya Chutz"

The etiquette is ready, the bells and drums are precepts,

Filial piety and grandson, work wishes.

The god is drunk, and the emperor's corpse is loaded,

The bell and drum send the corpse, and God returns.

It is not too late to abolish the ladies and wives,

Fathers and brothers, prepare for selfishness.

After enjoying a good life, it is difficult to eat bran vegetables again, and after Yun Lang accompanied Dazai to drink a large bowl of sour so-called wine, he buried his head in eating and listened to Dazai talk about the past.

"In the year of the old man's horn, his grandfather was not dead, and there were still one hundred and two child servants.

The wax sacrifice is grand, not the tragic situation of today......

The grandfather was drunk and painful, beating his chest and feet, and the guests all hated Zhao Gao, Li Si and others......

Zhao Gaoye, the founder of the Great Qin, caused me to fall into the hands of the enemy, Zhang Hanye, both of whom are national thieves, and they should be cut off to set an example......

Yun Lang, remember, once he meets the descendants of the two thieves in the future, he will be punished, punished! ”

Dazai said a word, Yun Lang agreed, in short, Xiang Yu, Zhao Gao, Zhang Han's descendants either died in the latrine, or died on the street, and the way of death was very different.

Accompanying people who drink high, Yun Lang is very experienced, what they say at this time is basically, as long as they nod, they will be more interested under the influence of alcohol, and they can tell more secrets buried in their hearts.

Yun Lang didn't dare to borrow wine to talk.

God knows if this kind of wine, which is lighter than moromi and morot, can get Dazai drunk, and if this guy plays drunken crazy and talks the other way, it will be a big problem.

It turned out that Dazai's alcohol consumption was not good at all, and after drinking seven or eight bowls of mash in a row, he got drunk, and he lay on the ground and played with a dead dog and refused to get up, saying that there were corpses in the forest, and he was so afraid that he wanted Yaye to hug him.

It took a lot of effort for Yun Lang to move Dazai to the bed, and he looked at Dazai who was snoring like thunder, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

Damn, this old guy has finally let his guard down.

Drinking is not something Dazai drinks like that.

Especially at this time, the sake is full of lees, and this thing is sour and astringent in the mouth, so it must be filtered through a sieve and then drunk hot.

There was a lot of sieves, and he carefully sifted out the lees that floated in the liquor, then poured them into jars and hung them on the fire to boil.

I added a little icing sugar to it, and then I sat on the edge of the fire with my hands and knees in my hands, staring at the dark red charcoal fire.

When drinking, emotions are the best appetizers, and when you are happy, you can drink three liters and be heroic, and it is not a big deal to stab Qin with Mrs. Xu's dagger.

When you are in pain, you can also drink eight buckets, and then see what is sad, and finally chant the tragedy of the ages.

The most boring way to drink is when you are in a bad mood and feel that the wine is so unpleasant......

Yun Lang's mood is not good or bad now, he is ready to brew it, and he must always be happy or sad.

The day was high, and before it was afternoon, Yun Lang was drunk, and the wine that didn't smell like the most shameless assassin put you down before you knew it.

Dazai turned over and sat up, looked at the sleeping Yunlang strangely, sighed for a long time, and fell asleep again.