Chapter Ninety-Nine: Six Arts and Five Shots

"Yo, Yan Cheng came by car. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Gong Nian Huai's eyes crossed Zhang Yan and saw the car parked in front of the door.

"The boy is really good at laughing, the car is here to catch up, how can he drive." Zhang Yan stepped aside and let Gong Nian Huai walk out of the gatehouse and stand on the steps in front of the door.

"Brother Zhang, have you been watching the car here?" Gong Nian Huai turned his head and glanced into the courtyard, Meng Zhijing was in front, Yan Shi was behind, and he was walking slowly towards the courtyard gate.

"yes. Cows are not like people, they are very casual, and the small ones have to shovel away the cow dung. The treasures in our yard are too precious to be dirty. ”

Gong Nian Huai turned his head to see that there was a shovel leaning on the courtyard wall, and he couldn't help but give Zhang Yan a thumbs up, "Brother Zhang, what a careful heart." ”

"Hehe, the little one is also influenced by Childe. You still remember the time when you ate the chicken, you said that there are small insects in the water that cannot be seen by the eyes, so can this stinky smell also stain the green hair fungus in the jar? ”

"Oh? Haha, "This time, Gong Nian Huai really has to look at Zhang Yan differently, Zhang Yan has the heart to this extent, which greatly surprises Gong Nian Huai. The key is that Zhang Yan can still draw inferences from one another, from this to the other, just this point, I'm afraid Meng Zhijing may not be able to think of it and do it.

It seems that people can't be judged by their status, especially for the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich. Just like this Zhang Yan, a person who has returned to the north, has no roots and no bottom, like a fluttering canopy, and his experience from family education can not be compared with Meng Zhijing. If the two of them were replaced, Zhang Yan would even do better.

"Gongzi Gong, are you going to the courtyard?" Zhang Yan also saw Meng Zhijing and Yan Shi who came later, and couldn't help but ask, and a trace of longing flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, yes, it's a pity that Brother Zhang can't go with us. However, it doesn't matter if you go or not, after the new cannon is manufactured, the younger brother will definitely invite Brother Zhang to test the gun. ”

"Hehe, the little one, thank you first." Zhang Yan rubbed his hands, hehe was happy, with the promise of the public to lose Nianhuai, it was better than going to the courtyard in person.

"Nianhuai, why are you in a hurry to leave than the little brother." Meng Zhijing walked out of the gatehouse, stood side by side with Gong Yi Nianhuai, and looked at the tight ox cart.

"Yan Zuotou, this is the car you used to entertain guests?"

Meng Gongzi said with a smile, our grandmother doesn't love what my uncle doesn't love, how can we wait for a car, this is a truck temporarily transformed by craftsmen this morning. Although it is a little crude, no matter what, the intention of the hospital still has to be expressed. As he spoke, Yan Shi walked to the front of the car, untied the reins of the ox from the tree in front of the door, pulled it, and put it on the ox's head.

"Sir, Mr. Meng, please get in the car." Yan Shi ran to the back of the car, lifted the curtain of the shed made of reed mats, and invited the public to read Huai and Meng Zhijing to get into the car.

Still when he was very young, Gong Nian Huai also saw this kind of car. It was the car used to marry a daughter-in-law in the countryside. Tie a collar mat to the wheels on both sides and bend it into an arch. The front and back ends were hung with floral cloth as curtains, and the new daughter-in-law sat in the car and was sent all the way to her mother-in-law's house.

"Hehe, this is the treatment of a bride. Yan Shi, you are going to be the boss of the car? Will you catch a car? Gong Nian Huai circled around the ox cart, saw Yan Shi sitting in the position of the car owner, and asked suspiciously.

It's no wonder that Gong Nian Huai can't believe it, this is strict, fat is a little fat, and there is still a distance from fat. But with a strict dress and bearing, how do you look like a car.

"Mr. made fun of it, the six arts of the country are compulsory courses. And Gozheng is one of the six arts. Yan Shi held the whip in his hand and answered Gong Nianhuai's inquiry honestly.

"Oh, the six arts, and so is the car. Hehe, what's so difficult about catching a car, why do you have to train a separate art to catch a car? Gong Nian Huai said, went around to the back of the car, Meng Zhijing opened the door curtain made by the reed mat, and let Gong Nian Huai come in.

"Hehe, Nian Huai. Sometimes the little brother doubts whether you are a person from my Great Song Dynasty, driving a car is the king, and the three-foot children understand it, and when they come to you, they have become scholars. Meng Zhijing patted him opposite and motioned for Gong Nian Huai to sit there.

"Ah, this car is quite spacious, two people sit opposite each other, without touching their knees. And this chair, the workmanship is exquisite, hey, strict, this is from the carpenter in the courtyard. After receiving a stern affirmative answer, Gong Yi Nianhuai carefully looked at the chair again.

"Yo, there's a locker underneath, and the door is still pulled left and right. It seems that the craftsmanship of the deer carpenter that Uncle Fang found can also enter the strict yard. ”

"Sir, Meng Gongzi, can you go?" A solid voice came from outside the car.

"Let's go, if you don't leave, your husband will be able to dismantle your car." Meng Zhijing opened the curtain in front of him and propped it up with a wooden stick, which was convenient to see the rain scene and the misty rain scene, and it was also convenient to talk about the mountains with strictness.

Carts, cows moo. With a flick of the whip, the car started. The wooden wheels do not bump when they walk on the muddy ground after the rain.

"Yan Zuotou, you little gentleman doesn't seem to know much about the six arts, can you, as an apprentice, also give back." Meng Zhijing looked at Gong Nian Huai's curious look at the ox cart, and he was very unaccustomed to it.

Aren't you a descendant of the Gongyi clan, isn't making a car a family craft, how can you be so interested in an ordinary ox cart, this is suspicious.

Besides, as long as you read a little book, how can you not even understand such common sense as catching a car. Even if you travel overseas all year round, you won't lose all the things of your ancestors. With a mouthful of Chinese that can be understood, he is not the master of forgetting his ancestors.

Therefore, Meng Zhijing grasped the weakness of Gong Nian Huai, pinched it to death, and did not forget to step on two feet in the mud.

"There is a specialization in the art industry, hehe, Meng Gongzi, my husband is still young, hey, really young." Yan Shi leaned sideways, probed in, and looked into the carriage, and had to look at the words.

Meng Zhijing spoke, can he take it himself? You have to look at Gong Nianhuai's face, and then choose your words to deal with it.

"Say it. I'd like to hear about it too. Gong Nian Huai leaned back, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his body swayed slightly with the car, which was a good way to close his eyes and recuperate.

"Oh, the road is still very long, Yuan Zhi will get an axe. Hehe, it's really a class axe. Yan Shi shouted at the ox to walk up the road out of the village and threw out a whip.

"The Six Arts come from the official school of the Zhou Dynasty during the Zhou Dynasty. Government schools require students to master six basic talents, namely etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics. ”

"This is clearly recorded in the "Zhou Li Bao Shi", 'Raising the son of the country with Taoism is the six arts of teaching: one is five rites, two is six music, three is five shots, four is five royals, five is six books, and six is nine numbers.'" ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai listened in a daze, and from time to time compared it with the knowledge in his memory to see if the same knowledge was exactly the same as that of later generations. It's just that he recited the original text of classical Chinese from time to time in strict real time, so that Gong Yi Nianhuai's brain was abused, and the unfamiliar sounded really brain-consuming.

In the rainy and foggy environment, listening to a Song man talk about the past, the ancient rhyme is long, and the artistic conception is beautiful.

Meng Zhijing, who was sitting opposite, also learned to lose Nianhuai, leaning on the reed mat, his body and head dancing with Che Zhen, swinging one after another. There was a slight snoring at the end of the nose, but it was drowned out by the sound of wheels.

"Etiquette refers to etiquette. The five salutes, auspicious, fierce, guest, military, and Jiaye. Musician music. Specifically refers to the six music: Yunmen, Daxian, Dashao, Daxia, Dahui, Dawu and other ancient music. Archery refers to the technique of archery. It is subdivided into five kinds of archery skills, white arrow, ginseng, 剡注, Xiangqi, and Jingyi. ”

"Hey, wait," Gong Nian Huai heard this, opened his eyes, and shouted.

"Sir, do you want to park?" Yan Shi leaned sideways and looked into the carriage.

"Oh, no, it's not parking, it's strict, you tell me about the five archery skills, it sounds very mysterious." Gong Yi Nianhuai scratched his head like a child, and looked at it strictly, his little gentleman was still a little childish.

"Mr. likes to listen, Yuan Zhi will talk to Mr." Hey, who's this gentleman?

"The white arrow is the arrow that passes through the target to expose the arrow, and the arrow is bright and the best, so it is called the white arrow. Those who do not have courage cannot do it, and those who only have brute force and cannot win should not be in the name of a white arrow. ”

"Hehe, the assessment of this arrow has included three indicators, one is bravery, the second is accuracy, and the third is the person who loves arrows." Gong Nian Huai shook his head while outlining the sassy and heroic posture of a white arrow archer.

"Sir, why did you judge that the white arrow shooter is the one who loves arrows?" Yan Shi poked his head in again and asked the public to read Huai.

"Hey, Yanshi, you catch the car, you don't have to look back at every turn." Gong Nian Huai looked at the dirt road in the countryside outside the car, and was really worried that the ox pulling the cart would be greedy and take the ox cart into the ditch.

"Sir, please rest assured, the cow is ripe, the road is familiar, the cow and Yuan Zhi are also familiar with each other, and they will never go off the road, let alone overturn the car." Yan Shi shook the whip in his hand very proudly, and the tip of the whip stretched and retracted above the bull's head, and exploded on the ground, and the rain powder was pumped into fine powder again. The cow shook his head, slowly lowered his head to pull the cart, and looked at the steady strength, until there was the cultivation of Mount Tai collapsing in front and the color remained unchanged.

Yan Shi glanced at Gong Nian Huai again out of the corner of his eyes, and saw Gong Nian Huai slowly leaning back on the reed mat, closing his eyes slightly, waiting for him, the storyteller, to pick up the book.

"Hey, sir, you haven't told Yuan Zhi yet, why is the white arrow a person who loves arrows?" Yan Shigang turned his head, and suddenly remembered the question just now, Gong Nian Huai hasn't talked about it yet.

"Oh, Yanshi, why did you say that the arrow is bright, and you use a white word, you never thought about it when you read this sentence?" Gong Yi Nianhuai didn't even move, his eyes were closed, his mouth was open and closed, heuristic teaching, you don't have to say that you don't have a brain.

"Sir is saying that the arrows are only bright because the archers are diligent in wiping the clusters of arrows?" Rigorously and carefully verified.

"However, just now you said that you are familiar with the cow, so you are not worried that the cow will go astray, and this reason is the same as the archer's love for arrows."

"Mr. broke through the mystery in one word, and Yuan Zhi was taught." Yan Shi sat on the wheel, turned slightly sideways, and arched his hand towards Gong Nian Huai, although Gong Nian Huai couldn't see it, but Yan Shi still gave a thank you very religiously.