At noon the next day, Kong Yingda came.

There were also several Confucians who came with Kong Yingda, all of whom were famous figures in the Tang Dynasty, and among these people, there was also a fat figure, which was Wei Wangtai.

Li Tai is very enthusiastic about all kinds of cultural undertakings, and he has to intervene in everything related to the compilation of books, not that he loves to engage in cultural undertakings, this guy does these things for a purpose.

To put it bluntly, it is still for the high position, and now he has forced Li Chengqian like an ant on a hot pot.

"I've seen you, masters. I have seen the King of Wei. Cheng Chubi stepped forward and said to the group of people slightly.

"Without further ado, let's get to the point quickly." Kong Yingda said straight to the point, he couldn't wait for a long time, and he couldn't see that he was also an acute child.

"Okay, everything is ready, everyone come with me." Originally, I wanted to have a few polite words with these guys, but now it seems that all this can be avoided.

led this group of people into the arranged classroom, and Cheng Chubi's face showed a hint of purpose.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please sit in these seats, and then I will speak for you one by one." Cheng Chubi smiled slightly, and led Kong Yingda and the others to sit on the edge of the desk.

"Cheng Sanlang, what is this?" A great Confucian couldn't help asking, that Confucian looks older than Kong Yingda, and he probably doesn't know much about the new things in the Tang Dynasty.

"This is the desk, which is used in class, and students can sit here and listen to the lecture more carefully." Cheng Chubi explained.

"It's quite comfortable to sit, but it's not etiquette." The other party said.

"This old master, the times should keep pace with the times, in the past in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the books and books read were carved knives and bamboo chips, and now, most of them are used paper and brocade silk, this is advancing with the times, if everyone is resting on their laurels, how can the world progress?" Cheng Chubi smiled slightly, and said: "And sitting, can make people more comfortable, although kneeling and sitting is in line with the etiquette, but pressing the bones, after a long time, the leg bones will be painful and tired, this gentleman, will you feel numb and weak in your legs and feet on a rainy day?" ”

"Yes, that's true." The old man stroked his beard and said lightly: "The old man's surname is Li, and his single name is a gang. ”

"It turned out to be Old Master Li, who has admired the name for a long time, admired the name for a long time!" Cheng Chubi couldn't help but be shocked, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him turned out to be the famous prince killer Li Gang.

Li Gang, the word Wenji, the first name Li Ming, a famous minister in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, a native of Guanzhou County (now Jing County, Hebei), this guy is not an ordinary cow, in the Sui Dynasty was the teacher of the Sui prince Yang Yong, but Yang Yong was killed by Yang Guang, and in the Tang Dynasty, he became Li Jiancheng's teacher again, and Li Jiancheng was killed by Li Shimin, and later served as Li Chengqian's teacher, as a result, Li Chengqian was ready to kill himself, and he was a famous 'prince killer' in history.

It's just that Cheng Chubi feels a little strange, shouldn't he have died five years ago? Why is it still alive now? When he came to Datang, Cheng Chubi found that this Datang was a little different from the Datang he knew, some people who should have died were alive, and some people who should have been alive were already dead.

It's really weird, is it really the wings of his butterfly that shook Datang and changed Datang?

"And who is this?" Cheng Chubi couldn't help but look at the other old man next to him, this old man looked even older, as if the windbreaker was blowing and died.

"The old man's surname is Yan, the name is pushed, and the word is introduced."

"It turned out that the ancestors came, and there was a loss of welcome, and there was a loss of welcome." Cheng Chubi hurriedly said, this old man is not simple, it is said that he is one of the two big people who have lived the longest in the Tang Dynasty.

One of them is the medicine king Sun Simiao, and the other is Yan Zhitui, there are historical records, he died as early as thirty years ago, but now he is sitting alive in front of Cheng Chubi, and now it is estimated that there must be about ninety-seven and ninety-eight. He also has a famous descendant, Yan Zhenqing, a famous minister of the Tang Dynasty and a great calligrapher who died angrily against thieves in the Anshi Rebellion.

Looking at Kong Yingda, Cheng Chubi wanted to ask several times, is this person sitting in front of him alive? I really want to ask if this Kong family knows what kind of immortal arts? Why are people who should have died still standing alive in front of them?

However, there are also wild history records that this Yan Zhitui has lived for more than 100 years, and it seems that there is no wind and no waves.

"Old man Yan Silu."

"Old man Yan Shigu."

"Old man Kong Yingcheng."

“……”

Listening to the self-introduction of these people, Cheng Chubi's whole person became serious, and those present can be said to be the most elite and loyal supporters of Confucianism.

Needless to say, the ancestor of the Yan family was Yan Hui, a disciple of Confucius. There were 3,000 disciples of Confucius and 72 sages, and Yan Hui was the head of these 72 people.

It can be said that this is the inheritance of Confucianism.

Although Confucianism in the Tang Dynasty was not as terrifying as in later generations, Confucianism was already a prominent school in the Confucian period, which ran through the entire history of the Chinese nation.

It seems that Confucians attach great importance to the compilation of dictionaries.

"Let's start now." Cheng Chubi cleared his throat to calm himself, and then spoke, writing the words "a, o, e, i, y, u ......" on the blackboard with chalk, and then marked the Chinese pronunciation next to it.

"What is this black thing that can write things?" Kong Yingda couldn't help but be interested in the blackboard and chalk, and asked, "How valuable is it?" ”

"It's called a blackboard, it's made of cement and then a layer of black paint, and the thing in my hand is made of gypsum powder mixed with clay and used for writing, and it's called chalk. As for the thing in my hand, it is made of pig hair, and its name is a blackboard brush, and I write on it with chalk on the blackboard, and if I make a mistake, I can use a black and white brush to clean it and write it again. Cheng Chubi said patiently, and at the same time he was a little depressed in his heart, are you here to learn Chinese pinyin or come to see the blackboard, can you not be so curious?

"How much is it worth?"

"It's cheap, it's very cheap, it's pretty cheap." Cheng Chubi couldn't help but say.

"It's good, it's good." Yan Zhi stroked his squirming beard and said, but found that his beard was too little, so he put down his hand stupidly.

"It is indeed good, with these three things, you can greatly save the money of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and let the teacher preach, teach, and solve doubts better." Kong Yingda nodded and said, "This thing should be promoted." ”

"That's right, it should be promoted."

“……”

"In my opinion, it's just some crooked things, isn't it surprising?" Li Tai's yin and yang strange voice couldn't help but sound at this time, this guy is notoriously cautious, so naturally he can't see Cheng Chubi being praised by a group of Confucians.

Cheng Chubi couldn't help but secretly despise in his heart: You fat man is fighting with me? I'm not Li Chengqian!

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