On the road, someone pushed a cart past, and it seemed that it was selling dry cakes, which was easy to fill the stomach, and it was easy to sell it on the road.

The cart was a little heavy, and when I passed by the street, I accidentally rubbed it on a man wearing a hat, who looked like a scholar, and there was a little girl by his side.

"Oops, look at what I'm pushing." The man with the cart patted his head and bent over again and again at the person who was hit: "This Langjun, I'm really sorry." ”

He is a person who does a small business, and he really doesn't want to cause trouble, and when he encounters this situation, he can just make amends and get over.

"Ah, that's fine." The man wearing the hat spoke surprisingly well, waved his hand, probably didn't take it to heart, and got out of the way of the car: "I'm blocking you." ”

"Hey, thank you Lang Jun, thank you."

The man bent down again and lowered his head before pushing the cart hard and continuing to walk forward.

It's never easy to support his family, maybe he's used to keeping his head down.

Gu Nan looked at the man who was hunched over with a cart on his back, shook his head, turned his head to look at Lingqi beside him again, and smiled.

Cao Pi sent the half of the money this morning, and suddenly made a windfall, so he naturally wanted to go shopping on the street.

Lingqi was holding a packet of small dark yellow pieces, which were some crushed sugar.

At this time, the sugar is still made of sugar cane, and when the sugar cane matures in October, the good sugar will be sent to the state capitals in various places, and these not so good will be taken out and sold in the next few months.

"Is sugar sweet?" Gu Nan put his hand on Lingqi's head and asked, Lingqi is already as tall as her chest, and in a few years, I am afraid that she will be as tall as her, or even taller than her.

"Hmm." Lingqi nodded, thought of something, picked up a piece of crushed candy and handed it to Gu Nan.

"Does the master want to eat?"

"Hehe, okay." Gu Nan smiled and put his mouth up: "Ah." ”

ate the sugar cube in her hand, and Lingqi didn't seem to expect Gu Nan to come up and eat it directly, and after Gu Nan ate it, she withdrew her hand in a panic.

"Master, are you still going there today?" Holding the sugar packet in her hand without any thoughts, Lingqi asked Gu Nan.

During this time, the master found a place.

"yes." Gu Nan was holding sugar, probably because he hadn't eaten anything sweet for a long time, and squinted his eyes slightly: "I want to go and see it again." ”

On the side of the road, there are several wooden houses, connected together, interspersed with paths lined up on both sides. It's not a good house, but it's not dilapidated, at least it can keep out the wind and rain. Occasionally, you can see some beggars lying on the side resting, but no one drives them away.

Gu Nan led Lingqi to stand under a tree on the side of the road, looking at the wooden houses from a distance.

I saw a few children walking down the road with a backpack on their backs, and into the wooden houses, where a gentleman who looked like a literati was standing in front of a group of people sitting below, holding a book in his hand.

The people sitting below were children, young men and women, and even old people.

When the last few late children were seated, the gentleman with the book began to talk about something in the cabin, listening from afar, as if he were lecturing.

And these wooden houses are actually a school.

Even during the Taiping period, if you want to study, you are generally not a scholarly family, or after an official or noble, it is very difficult for ordinary people to want to study.

How hard is it? Most people may not know a word in their lifetime.

Not to mention the chaotic times like these.

What people never expected was that at such a time, in Beihai, Qingzhou, there was actually a school teaching people to read.

When Gu Nan saw this place for the first time, he even thought that he had seen it wrong.

After that, I also inquired about some news about this school.

I heard that this school was built by Beihai Xiangkong, on the one hand, it is to teach the people to read, and on the other hand, it is also to persuade the men and women who will be bewitched by the yellow scarf.

This is the first thing Kong Rong has done, and he has only done what he has done now. Who is Kong Rong, Gu Nan thought about all the things he remembered, and only thought of one Kong Rong pear, and never knew that he had done this.

In this kind of troubled times, people who are still teaching the people to read, in addition to this Kong Rong, it should be difficult to find the second one.

Kong Rong is said to be the twentieth grandson of Confucius, but he does not live up to his ancestors.

Gu Nan stood under the tree and waited until the gentleman in the wooden house finished class.

Towards the end of the year, the leaves on the trees were almost gone, but there were still a few that were still shaking.

"Confucius, after Confucianism?"

She reached out and took out a cloth bag from her bosom, and looking at the size of the cloth bag, it seemed to be a book.

"Qi'er, I'll go in, just wait for me at the door."

Gu Nan said to Lingqi, and after speaking, he thought about the wooden house and walked in.

I probably talked to the gentleman inside, and I don't know what he said, but I didn't talk for long.

By the time she came out, the cloth bag in her hand had already been taught to the gentleman.

"Let's go." Gu Nan smiled and took Lingqi's hand and walked towards the road, preparing to go back.

"Master, what did you give him?"

"Hehe, it's nothing, I'll give it to you later."

Gu Nan gave the gentleman a book and asked him to pass it on to Kong Rong, and the book was called "The Book of Music".

It is one of the Confucian "Six Classics". The Six Classics, namely the Book of Songs, the Book of Songs, the Book of Rites, the Book of Changes, the Book of Music, and the Spring and Autumn Period. However, the later "Book of Music" seems to have been lost for some reason.

There are many theories, but the most important one is that it was lost in the war before Guangwu, that is, at the time of Wang Mang and Liu Xiu.

(Historically, it was said that it was lost to the Qin Fire of the Book Burning Pit Confucianism, but there was no Book Burning Pit Confucianism in the book, so it became lost later.) ）

The other side of the chalet.

A middle-aged man was standing there with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the people who came out after class, and the restless children chasing and fighting, he smiled gently.

Suddenly, he saw a white-clothed scholar wearing a hat walk into the wooden house, and after a while, he walked out again, leading a girl away.

Frowning suspiciously, the middle-aged man walked towards the wooden house.

The gentleman in the wooden house saw the middle-aged man coming over, and hurriedly bowed his hand: "Master Kong." ”

"Hmm." Kong Rong returned the salute and asked, "Who is that white-clothed scholar just now?" ”

"Scholar in white?" Mr. Teaching was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said.

"Xiaosheng doesn't know, but the man asked me to give this to the adult."

As he spoke, Mr. Teaching took out a cloth bag and handed it to Kong Rong.

Kong Rong showed a puzzled look on his face, but he still nodded and took it: "Okay, I know, you go and do things." ”

Mr. Teaching saluted and left, while Kong Rong stood in the room, looked at the cloth bag, and then opened it.

There was a book inside, and Kong Rong frowned and opened it.

But when he saw the contents clearly, his body shook and he almost fell to the ground.

"This, this book is" u