The right backstage is his brother.

Ancestral shoe-making skills for more than ten generations, Shangqiu City is no better than his brother in making leather boots, but after all, he is still a shoemaker.

Gongsun Ze's backstage is his ancestor.

The status of a noble lineage and a scholar from his ancestors, relying on the private land accumulated by the farmers of the Ida Village Community and the fact that he did not need to pay taxes, was extremely rich.

The backstage of the two is very different, but in the matter of making finger covers, the appropriate brother muntjac is better at it.

Shi also feels that his backstage is quite hard, and he is grateful and never resentful.

When I got home, my sister-in-law was kneading hemp skins there, and my brother was cutting skins in the house.

Shi naturally sat opposite his sister-in-law, and his sister-in-law naturally handed the hemp rope that was stepped on by the opposite foot to Shi's hand.

"What are you doing out there all these days? Look at your tan, it's as tanned as a nitted skin. Do you have a crush on the daughter of a family? Ran to someone's door to be a son-in-law? You see, working for other people's daughters is harder than working for your own family......"

It's so natural, there are still sharp thorns between the tongue, but more teasing, less dissatisfaction.

When the muntjac heard this, he also poked his head out curiously and asked, "Really?" If it's true, you say it. It's good to ask someone to match you. ”

Shi Hehe smiled: "Don't listen to my sister-in-law's nonsense, I'm busy doing things." The affairs of the Mo family. ”

"Yo, the Mo family doesn't care about your food and drink, you can't support yourself, and you're busy helping the world all day long?"

The sister-in-law glanced at Shishi, and Shi lowered her head helplessly, and was about to change the twine for a share, when the sister-in-law got up and said, "Okay, rest, I'll go get some beans and make you a rabbit meat and bean soup." You're too tired to be a son-in-law for others, eat something good. When you have enough to eat your own food, you can go to work for others. ”

teased, swayed his body away, and laughed in the inner room.

Shi put down the hemp rope, walked to the inner room and said, "Brother, I'm here to ask you to help." ”

"Between brothers, what do you help? Besides, you haven't been separated yet. Running out of money last time? It just so happened that the shoes made a few days ago, people gave some money......"

Shi hurriedly shook his head and gestured to the appearance of the thing, because his brother didn't understand, but he didn't want to ask directly, "Who died?" ”

suddenly asked the appropriate question, and it took a long time before he said, "Brother, do you know what this does?" ”

"Archery. I don't know how many times I've done it with three fingers for the living and two fingers for the dead. But it's all left-handed, why are you right-handed? ”

There is a kind of accessory called Zhu Jisan in "Shooting Ceremony", and the specific physical object has been lost, and later generations speculate that it is also different.

Some say that it is worn on the right hand to hook the string, and some say that it is worn on the left hand to prevent the feathers from being bruised.

Shi was not very interested in this, but he also heard that the three-finger sleeve was brought by the Son of Heaven, and the two-finger sleeve was brought by a dead man, so he directly wanted his brother to help make a two-finger sleeve.

In case the three-finger sleeve and three-finger shot are really a ritual that can only be used by the Son of Heaven, and the relationship between him and Gongsun Ze will be endless—this is equivalent to saying that God does not exist in front of Christians, and then hoping to discuss it calmly with the other party.

Therefore, starting directly with two fingers, the dead use it, at most, it will make people laugh in an unlucky and rude way, and it will not reach the point of dancing in the court.

In the face of his brother's question, Shi didn't explain much, and his brother didn't ask much.

After asking about the size of the other party's palm, he picked up two pieces of leather and measured them, and his flexible fingers skillfully cut the leather and sewed it quickly.

After eating, the finger sets are ready. The sister-in-law took a sycamore leaf, wrapped a small half of a pickled and salty rabbit, handed it over, and said, "If you really like a girl, bring it to others." Don't mess around with people in the wilderness. ”

"If it's cold today, and it's time to harvest millet soon, it won't be good if you hide in the haystack yard and be seen. Haven't you listened to what you sang in "Poems", and you were relieved and free! I don't feel like I'm embarrassed! No messenger dog barks! The girl is afraid of soiling her clothes, and she is afraid of causing the dog to bark, and then she will complain about you......"

At this time, it is very open to this kind of thing, even if it is not like eating and drinking, but there are no taboos.

The brothers and sisters between the princes and nobles, the father-in-law and daughter-in-law and other things are recorded in the history books, and the later Empress Dowager Xuan also used the posture on the bed as a metaphor for governing the country, and the ministers praised and shouted after imagining the scene.

What he said just now was like being told by his parents not to kill him in his previous life, but in the eyes of his brother and sister-in-law, there was nothing abnormal, but he blushed a little.

Three lines of poetry, a scene comes to mind.

If you want to refuse and welcome, you said don't bend over and up, and said that it was too late to take off your clothes and someone would wear it, so she directly leaned on the tree and pulled her skirt to her waist, and her waist sank and shook gently, biting her lip for fear of waking up the dog in the distance and barking, but she couldn't bite it, so she let out a puppy-like whimper, and turned the long and short breath that was pressed in the bottom of her heart into a soft bark, just hoping that people not far away could not hear it.

Shaking his head to chase away the image in his head, he swallowed his saliva and took the wrapped rabbit with a red face.

The heart said that if you don't say it, it is still a classic of the "Book of Songs", but it is not revealed at all, but it can make people reverie.

It may be that I have been holding back for a long time after I came, and if I continue like this, I may be "thinking evil" one day.

Holding half a piece of rabbit, he ran away, and he didn't hear his brother and sister-in-law laughing at his blushing crowd in the back.

…………

Ten days later.

Yihai year. The third day of September.

There is no wind, no rain, no cicadas to disturb people, and there are birds flapping their wings in the sky, which is a good day for shooting.

Six Fingers wore leather finger covers, held the small bow, looked at the target in the distance, and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

The opponent has finished shooting, and the distance of fifteen steps is just right for novices.

Each shot twelve arrows, and the other party's child who was about the same age as him was twelve out of five, and ten days of work was quite rare.

Looking at the feather arrows inserted in the opponent's target, Six Fingers said: "Sure enough, he was guessed by Brother Shi, he really shot it with his thumb." ”

In the nervousness, I suddenly thought of the quarrel between Brother Shi and the boy about thumbs, etiquette, targets, leather finger covers, dead talents, etc., before the shooting, but I wanted to laugh a little, and I was no longer as nervous as before.

There were a lot of people around, in addition to the people from the village community, as well as some friends of the son, who also came to watch the shooting.

Six Fingers thought that he had been practicing archery in the past few days, and Brother Shi was busy making a set of wooden tools, saying what it was called a pulley set.

I couldn't help but comfort him, saying that it was nothing to lose, just do your best, there is still a game ahead.

What Kong Zhongni's father can lift the city gate, so he has already thought about the next game, and the other party should be able to accept it, and he will definitely win when the time comes, so he can shoot with confidence......

Having said that, the six fingers are still nervous, the extra finger is not comfortable, the throat is very dry, the saliva when eating pickled rabbit meat a few days ago does not know where to go, and now it can't moisten the throat.

For himself, he carries the expectation of being entrusted by Brother Shi for the first time; For the acquaintances of the village community behind him, he carries the temptation to buy ploughing cattle; For that son, he still carries the contest between whether Brother Shi's words are crooked or right.

Even if they say that he is not nervous, how can he not be nervous?

After another gust of wind, Six Fingers felt a feather arrow from his waist, and the groove on the tail was carved by his own hands.

Brother Shi said, don't use three fingers, lest the son on the other side get angry. Brother Shi said that the left hand should be held steadily, and the time to let go should be fast. Brother Shi said that it is the principle of heaven that everything falls, so the fifteen steps should be aimed a little higher. Brother Shi said that when he let go, he should pull his back back and flick his fingers away......"

Thinking about what he had learned in the past ten days, his eyes were fixed on the feather arrow and the target opposite, aiming a little higher.

Open the bow hard, pull to the limit and do not stop, continue to push your fingers away with a slight force.

The feathered arrow bent in an arc in the air, then straightened and landed straight on the target, not centered, but also hit.

After the first arrow was fired, there was no more nervousness, and the second arrow was drawn, repeating the last action, enduring the sharp pain between the two fingers, gritting his teeth and pulling the bow again.

…… After Gongsun Ze looked at the five arrows, he closed his eyes and sighed, knowing that he had lost again.

It's not that the skills are inferior to others, but I really didn't expect that this person is not afraid of bad luck at all, and even the pole two that should be used by the dead are used, and they don't use the thumb shooting method in the regular shooting salute at all.

This shooting method is indeed easy to learn, but where will it be used in the future battle formation? Even if this shooting method has a bead technique, who will teach it in this world?

Turning the archery technique of guarding the world into a shameless win or loss is not the original intention of the salute at all, even if you win, what can you do?

But do the people of the Mo family talk about "Rites"? doesn't talk about "Rites" at all, saying that shooting is shooting, and doing everything is done. The dead do not care about what they should use, and they don't care if they are useful in the future, they only care about winning or losing at this time, and even only care about the two pieces of gold.

Gongsun Ze felt a little disgusted, two Yi gold was nothing to him. It is precisely because he is nothing that he is disgusted, these people, in the eyes of this suitable ink man, etiquette and righteousness are not comparable to two Yi gold, they are so cheap!

The end result was soon in. To lose is to lose.

Gongsun Ze didn't blame the child who seemed to be crying, although the child was a farmer, he was very talented and had done his best, and he might not be able to learn five out of twelve for ten days when he was a child.

He didn't go to blame, or argue about anything, but felt a little tired, the world's views on the six arts of etiquette are not as good as two gold, is there still salvation in such a world? Can such a world return to the prosperous era of ritual music?

It is said that they know that they can't do it, but what should they do if they do it?

Silently, he took out two pieces of gold, handed them to Shi Zhi's outstretched hand, and said coldly: "Before Liyi, gold is like dung. It's ridiculous that you ink artists are so profitable. You've won, and the next game won't be beaten. ”

He thought that the other party would take the opportunity to ridicule, but he didn't want the other party to take the gold, so he sighed: "Everything must have a beginning and an end, although I won this game, it was a trick, and the original intention of shooting was not so." That being the case, let's make a gentleman's appointment in the third game, and ten years later, these two children will be better than five shots. I hope that the child you taught will be able to understand the true meaning of shooting and cultivate self-cultivation in ten years. It's better to teach a gentleman than to compete here ten times. ”

Gongsun Ze's eyes lit up, and he looked at this person who made him angry, annoyed, and even want to kill in disbelief, and finally nodded solemnly.

The heart said, "After all...... He still has some heart for the right path. Yes, if you really teach a gentleman who is proficient in the six arts, knowledge, and etiquette, it is better than arguing with him here. ”

He didn't know if he liked to find a step for himself because he was afraid that he would lose worse next time after losing twice in a row, and the other party happened to give him a chance.

I don't know if it's because of the contrast between seeing the cheers of those scoundrels after seeing the gold, and the comparison with his expression when he talked about the Mojia Feile Festival funeral before, made his heart like ashes, thinking of the world, and tired like the horse of the February Ox Expedition.

So he waved his hand before getting into the car and said, "The bow will be given to the six-fingered child." The covenant of the gentleman will not dare to be forgotten. ”

Gongsun Ze's friend quietly touched a copper sword at his waist and sighed.

I thought that today would be the third game, if the other party won again, maybe he might be too proud to ridicule again and again, and then he could kill his friend with a sword in the name of being humiliated, and the Mo family would not look for trouble in the name of such a murderer.

The insulter must be ready to be killed at this time, this is the truth at this time, and the same as blood revenge, it is the reason for killing that everyone accepts at this time, and it is the most legitimate.

For the rest of the crimes, even if the master is humiliated, the Mo family will not accept the reason for killing because of this.

Anyway, the two sides call each other pigs and dogs, so killing people is equivalent to forcing the ink to use the sword as well, to see whose sword is sharp rather than whose reasoning.

Among the sons, no one will take the initiative to fight because of the concept problem before they have completely gained the general trend, and no one can afford to retaliate against each other.

But the other party's final performance was beyond his expectations, and he didn't give him a chance to shoot at all. At this time, if you kill for no reason, you will trap your friends in the unrighteous name of killing people who can't afford to lose, and you will also make yourself the target of pursuit and challenge by the ink man.

He admired the other party's talent, and originally had some regrets after seeing the Nine Numbers last time, but after seeing this impolite competition today, he had already given up his illusions, knowing that the other party was hopeless, so it was even more dangerous.

After this incident, Shang Qiu was afraid that there would be another famous young man.

This person is in the Mo family, but his reputation is not obvious, so what will characters such as Gongshangguo, Ploughing Pillar, and Poultry Slippery be like?

After thinking a lot, he put away the bronze sword, got into the car together, and left.

The cheers sounded after the carriage left, and Six Fingers held the small bow and asked, "Brother Shi, is it really better in ten years?" ”

"Than a fart. The gold is all in hand, and it doesn't matter if you win or lose. We want to win gold, and all he wants is a word that makes him feel hopeful, and everyone takes what he needs, isn't it? Ten years later, he really remembers, you have a good game, and if you lose, you will lose. ”

"If you win, you should have the attitude of winning, lest the other party be annoyed and angry, and run to Si Kou to accuse me, I don't know. In this way, he really took it as a matter, and he wouldn't bother me again in ten years. I don't have time to argue with them. ”

"If he wins, he will cheer and taunt, don't you see that his friends are all swords and bows? At this time, killing someone is not a big deal, and no one cares. How many times have you felt insulted and killed people if you didn't agree with each other? In this era, if you are not sure that you can win the other party, you must not be domineering and not give face. ”

"I was prepared to say a word of victory, but when I saw that the other man had a bow and a sword, I didn't say anything. The weapon of criticism is better than the criticism of weapons. ”

Six Fingers thought that was all there was to it, and although he didn't quite understand the last sentence, he also felt that he probably understood what it meant.

Just when he thought it was over, he found that Brother Shi in his eyes was staring at the carriage in the distance, as if educating him, and muttered: "Another one, in this way, that peasant boy who learned to shoot can be regarded as having a better life, at least a chance, in the future, he may be able to get ahead in the military, and he will not starve to death in the past ten years, and he can also learn one-handed archery, which is a good thing that he can't dream of." ”

"That's a benefit. Don't take righteousness as small as you can't do it, and don't disdain it for little profit. ”

"Isn't this world just one person after another?"

Six Fingers nodded, wanting to say that he understood, but found that Shi had already walked into the crowd with a smile holding the gold, and talked about hope with the people in the village.

The hope of the village community is also the hope of the appropriate one.

Imagine that the most difficult days have passed, the favorite harvest is coming, the favorite gold is in hand, and the most dangerous days are over.

The fantasy of the Promised Land has been compiled into a poem, and some people have begun to ask the story of where Nuwa Fuxi came from, some people hope that they will also become the inker who will not turn the world to death, some people have learned to write their own names, and some people have come here from 50 miles just to listen to him tell the legend of the Promised Land.

It's autumn, the harvest is over, and it's time for Mozi to come back from the Qi Kingdom, right?

In the midst of everyone's laughter, look to the northeast.

There is the country of Qi.

There was an old man there who could cover him at this time, named Mo Zhai.

There is a group of people who will not spin their heels, so that he will not have to live so frightened and cautious in the future.