Cultural aggression has always been a long job, and trying to carry out cultural aggression against others without mass killing is basically not much like a dream.

Xiaobei didn't expect to teach other tribesmen's children, and they immediately abandoned their national traditions. But Xiaobei has an absolute advantage, she is a child herself, and there are eight other children behind her.

After some research, when Xu Yilong was surprised, Xiaobei began to introduce the situation of Datang to the children in the tribe through translation.

She didn't say anything about the endless fields, the towering mountains, and the surging rivers. She was talking about countless honeys to eat, fatty but not greasy braised pork, sleds that run hundreds of steps with a gentle slide in the snow, mazes that turn around and can't find a way out, and look like haha mirrors of various shapes.

Coupled with beautiful clothes, water guns that can shoot far away, all kinds of huge animals in cages, jump into the lake that will not sink.

The children in the tribe listened to the things introduced by Xiaobei, imagined a fantastic fairy tale world, and were full of yearning for Datang.

Xu Yilong felt that this was a deception, and he admitted that Datang does have everything Xiaobei said, especially braised pork, this thing is also a luxury for adults, not every day can be eaten, eating every three or five days is a good life.

The children can eat because they are in the school, there are countless businessmen in the support, the idea of the businessmen is very simple, into four categories, one is that they feel that they have paid for it, and the local children have received their own favor. Then if there is something in the future, the local adults will have to help.

Xu Yilong thinks this kind of person is too direct, but he can't criticize it, his ideas are simple, and he really does it.

The two are for fame, but also for their own home business, this part is generally a businessman who does daily necessities, they don't take money, people don't go to their store to buy things, and the people have a reputation.

The three are big deals. They need more money bank loans to complete the operation of funds, if they don't take money, the review of loans will be stricter than that of businessmen who take money, especially in the absence of physical collateral, credit loans don't even think about it, what reputation does a businessman who is not willing to risk love for Datang children have? Social responsibility, that's not just talking.

Fourth, the family has money, and they simply like children, that is, they are willing to see the smiling faces of children.

The complexities of human nature cannot be exhausted. Xu Yilong knows that in such a complex human social situation. People who are not Datang come to Datang, and wanting to enjoy the same benefits is no different from dreaming.

Right now, a group of children are full of hope by Xiaobei's words, and they are working harder to learn the language and writing of Datang one by one, but the result waiting for them is that even if they enter Datang, they have to get money if they want to go to school, because many outsiders have begun to do so.

For example, the rich and noble families of Silla and Japan, without being invited by Datang, took the initiative to come over and exchange the money earned in their own country for Datang money in their own Datang bank. Bring your children to Datang just to let your children have a better future.

Xu Yilong felt that as a powerful country, it was wrong to bully small tribes, and they should show more generosity, and Xiaobei was really utilitarian.

He planned to have a good talk with Xiaobei Jiu, at least don't continue to deceive others. Otherwise, you can't get over it with your conscience.

"The snow-white paper is very precious, more precious than the leather and cloth you use to write, let you see what my Tang children use."

When Xu Yilong was about to have a good talk with Xiaobei and a few others, Xiaobei took out a notebook. It is very simple big white letter, the outer skin is a hemp ink painting, there are two lines of words on it, for 'without a cold bone, where to get the plum blossom fragrant', the word is written just like the plum blossom, proud bones.

Xu Yilong had never heard of anyone writing this sentence, and he didn't know that the word was called Thin Gold Body.

The only thing he admits is that it makes sense and is well written, both in terms of content and font.

But now all this is not the point, the point is Xiaobei's propaganda.

"As long as you go to Datang, you can also have the opportunity to use such beautiful paper, is it white? Come, let our sister Xiaozhu write a few words. Becky handed a pencil to the bead next to him.

Xiaozhu is very shy, doesn't like to talk, like Xiaohai, they have a common language when they are together, often Xiaozhu helps Xiaohai draw pictures, Xiaozhu can always draw a line that Xiaohai needs to use when calculating very casually, which is very accurate, so Xiaohai recognized this future daughter-in-law, and always helped Xiaozhu calculate the scale of a painting, especially the golden section line, which is called a fast.

Brush a few times, in Xiaoyuan's cooperation, Xiaozhu wrote the words on the white paper, the content is simple, it is a children's song written by Xiaoyuan temporarily, but when talking about children's songs, Xiaoyuan glanced at Xu Yilong.

"Isn't it pretty?" Becky then goes on to carry out her own cultural aggression.

"Little ~ Sister Bei, what?" A child from the tribe younger than Becky asked, in the words he had just learned.

Normally, he should ask, 'Sister Xiaobei, what is written', but he is not familiar with Tang's culture, sister, the overlapping word is called, and the distance is called away, and people close to him usually only call one word, brother, sister, master, and the overlapping usage is used in person, that is, to call brother and sister, brother in front, is brother, and then sister, sister in front, is a sister, and then called brother.

The children of the tribe know the breadth and profundity of Chinese culture, and they can only understand it according to what they have learned.

Xu Yilong has never corrected people's titles, what he is thinking about now is what Xiaoyuan wrote.

In fact, even if Xiaoyuan wrote, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, Xu Yilong would not laugh, he didn't dare, he didn't want to be taught by Xiaoyuan again.

Xu Yilong knows that people are so strange, when a person with a net worth of millions of yuan, he wears a coarse linen dress, others will praise him when he sees it; A man has a few dollars but has to wear silk. Others also laughed at it when they saw it.

The same is true when writing an article, a person who can write classical literature, even if he uses popular literature in the process of writing, the person who reads it will not belittle him, because he knows what kind of background he has, and if he can't even write classics, he has to pretend to write it, even if he uses a few words that look very decent in the article, others will look down on him.

You can see it by looking at the text, it's very simple. Different contexts use different words, and they are just ridiculous and generous.

Xu Yilong knows Xiaoyuan's background, even if it is a children's rhyme, he still has to take it seriously.

Xiaobei looked at the children's rhyme written by Xiaoyuan, and glanced at Xiaoqiang next to him, and Xiaoqiang immediately took out a harmonica from his bag.

"The colorful clouds written by my sister chase the moon, start." Becky nodded and gestured.

'Mi Sho ~ Mi Lai Dodo La Dodo ~ Dodo. Dododo, dodo, dodo. Dodo, dodo, dodo, instigate ~ pull dodo lai mi instigated la ~~~ .......'

Xiao Qiang took out a short prelude and immediately entered the main melody.

Xiaobei began to recite children's songs when the first sound of 'Instigation~LadolaiMi Instigation~~~' started.

"We just met and played by the river. The sand was piled high and mud was rubbed on the face. You call me naughty. I said you were naïve. A lollipop, bite into it and divide it in half. Smile and smile, as sweet as your mouth. One day, you said you were going to go far. Fingers pull hooks, mountains and rivers also miss. I don't know what time it is, I don't know what year it is. Unforgettable beachside with babbling water. The moon is late. The moon disappears. The clouds chase the bright moon, only separated by a heart. ”

'Do-do, do- Instigation, instigation, instigation~LadolaiMitola~~Ladola......

Xiao Qiang's harmonica also progresses to the next passage at this time, with the same beginning, but with the addition of a harmonica monophonic note followed by accompaniment, and it sounds like there are some other chords like blues and tango rhythms at the end.

The children of the tribe did not know what the song was, but they felt sad to listen to it, especially the content of the translation to the commentary, and many of the little ones pouted and their eyes turned red at the thought of leaving.

Xu Yilong was speechless, he had heard this tune, Caiyun chasing the moon, there were people playing and humming in many places in Datang, and there were people filling in the lyrics, he always felt that this song made by Wang Juan was very beautiful, whether it was the beginning or the high ~ tide, it was the same, the whole song was like the waves, layer upon layer.

And he can also play, and has been applauded by other officials and eunuchs of the same generation, especially when he is happy, he must play it twice.

But it wasn't until today that I realized that this song of Caiyun chasing the moon is not a happy song at all, it is a song that is far away and difficult to see, and the layers are not waves, but the lingering heart. And Xiaoyuan used a children's song to express the true meaning of this song, and the continuous use of monophonic vibrato, accent scratching and post-accompaniment on Xiaoqiang's harmonica expressed this feeling of reluctance to the fullest.

"Did you hear that, did you see it? Is this kind of paper good? Xiaobei asked the children with a smile like a child.

Xu Yilong felt tightness in her chest and stomach was uncomfortable, and she wanted to vomit a mouthful of blood to decompress her body, if she didn't play like this, I wanted to die, how could you do this? The key at the moment is whether Caiyun is chasing the moon? It's not a fucking blank piece of paper, can you still distinguish priorities?

Xu Yilong felt sad for Xiaoyuan, and said secretly, Xiaoyuan, is your role just to cooperate with the blank paper? Don't you know how many people who think it will be ashamed if you understand the feelings of the clouds chasing the moon so thoroughly?

Looking at the children in the tribe again, Xu Yilong has a balance in his heart, sure enough, the children didn't think about the blank paper, they were also affected by the harmonica accompaniment just now, one by one they have not recovered yet, looking at the situation is thinking about playing together, and then they have no choice but to separate, and then they can only run after the moon like colorful clouds, but they can't always catch up.

"Brother Yilong, what are you doing, you help, tell them, is this paper good?" Becky's voice came suddenly.

"Good...... Right? Xu Yilong's mouth moved.

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There is another chapter, it will be later, it is estimated that it will be after zero o'clock, this chapter is more tiring to write, so it takes a long time, as for why it is tired, I believe you can see it. Something casual doesn't mean it's easy to write.

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