Chapter Seventy-Three

As soon as the words came out, Bai Ling himself laughed first.

How would Songqing know......

Sure enough, Ai Songqing shook his head, Bai Ling coughed, and then suppressed his voice and told the story of Fucha and Gou Jian.

Ai Songqing didn't speak, just listened in silence.

She does have some impressions of the country of "Yue Guo", because it is said that Chuzhou and Jiangzhou were the territory of Yue Guo a long, long time ago.

It's just that she has never seen a king of Yue who is lying on his salary and trying his courage in the history books...... She imagined that the king of the fallen country would become a prisoner of the ranks, licking his bitter gall every night before going to bed, and finally rise again in the humble place to restore his former glory......

Ai Songqing felt a stirring in his heart.

"I used to read history, always as stories," Bai Ling said softly, "and then I grew up and realized that history is history because there were people who really experienced something like that in the past...... It feels different.

"There are so many people who have lived in this world, so what is going through at the moment ...... I'm afraid I'm not alone. Bai Ling said softly, "I always feel better when I think about it this way." ”

Ai Songqing nodded, she slowly lowered her eyes, and answered softly, "Yes." ”

Bai Ling pulled the thin blanket, bent his knees slightly, and tried to put both shoulders into the thin blanket while his feet could cover the blanket.

Bai Ling sighed, "But it seems that this type of story is usually told to boys here." ”

"Huh?" Ai Songqing didn't understand for a while.

"When you were a child, what books did your family bring to enlighten you?" Bai Ling asked.

"It's quite a lot," Ai Songqing said in a low voice, "It's generally the Women's Classic", the Book of Virtue, the Daughter's Commandment, and ......."

"yes." Bai Ling said softly.

“…… But I also read other books, and after I became literate, I didn't just read these books. Ai Songqing hurriedly said, "Those historical articles are also let me read at home, and I won't stop them." ”

"And did they let you discuss?" Bai Ling asked, "Can you do the same when your brothers are discussing in the private school?" ”

Ai Songqing paused, "That's right...... No way. ”

Bai Ling said softly, "When I was a child, I watched this place to enlighten girls, and the books were all about teaching them how to be filial to their parents, how to keep festivals to their husbands, and how to sacrifice themselves for their children——"

"Not all," said Ai Songqing again, "Take the Nü Jing as an example, there are seven volumes in the whole book, the second volume of which is dedicated to the wise and honest sons of ancient times, the third volume is dedicated to the wise and benevolent sons, and the sixth volume is dedicated to those who can speak well—here, there are even people who worship the prime minister." ”

"Well," Bai Ling nodded, "but now, apart from the first volume of "Mother Rites" and the fourth volume of "Chastity", where else can anyone read them?" ”

Ai Songqing curled up his feet, and was a little unable to answer for a while.

She suddenly remembered that in the past, when the husband in the family memorized and wrote silently, he usually chose the first and fourth volumes.

"Didn't there be a county lord who disguised herself as a man to kill the enemy in the past, but now I can't even see a female general." Bai Ling's voice was low, "Look at the men in those history books, there are many kinds of good qualities that have been praised.

"In the face of a storm, what refuses to bow his head is that there is gold under his knees, which is the backbone of his family and country; There are many people who are willing to bow their heads, Yue Wang Goujian lies down and tastes the gall, Han Xin endures the humiliation of his crotch, and the big husband can bend and stretch......

"In a woman, such a story is much simpler...... What should be the best character of a woman, and what is the first word that comes to your mind? ”

Ai Songqing was about to open his mouth, but suddenly felt a little like a fish in his throat, unable to speak.

There are actually quite a few words that can be thought of - kind, gentle, chaste, knowledgeable, and empathetic......

But these words do seem to be somewhat singular.

Bai Ling said softly, "...... But it may also be a story about women, and the number is small. ”

As he spoke, Bai Ling yawned again.

"So don't follow them, don't do this kind of useless struggle...... Since we haven't reached that point yet, let's try to survive first, and as long as we live, we may think of other ways. Bai Ling said in a low voice, "People always have a way to go......

Ai Songqing didn't speak, just nodded thoughtfully in the dark.

After a while, she looked to Bai Ling's side again, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Bai Ling's house...... What did you do before? ”

But on the other end, there was only the sound of Bai Ling's even breathing—Bai Ling was already asleep.

Ai Songqing didn't say anything more, just leaned closer to Bai Ling's side again.

……

Early the next morning, the turtlepaws went upstairs with bowls and vegetable paste as usual.

Sure enough, when the bowl was being distributed, the first few girls didn't pick it up. The tortoisepaws smiled—they had seen a lot of it.

The one standing in front threw the iron spoon directly into the pot, and the juice in the pot splashed, "Okay!" Then I'll give you a good meal—"

He said as he went to untie the whip behind his waist.

"Wait!" A hand suddenly raised at the back of the crowd, "They don't eat, I do, I'm hungry in the morning, how can I work in the morning?" ”

Everyone turned back in amazement and saw Bai Ling alone raising his hand.

In an instant, Ai Songqing, who was squatting next to Bai Ling, felt that everyone's eyes were cast in his direction, with anger, hatred, disdain, and surprise...... There is also some ridicule and fear.

The turtlepaws looked at each other and suddenly became amused.

The man standing in the lead groped for the stubble on his chin with one hand, nodded, and beckoned to Bai Ling, "...... You come here. ”

Bai Ling looked up, and despite a moment's hesitation, she stood up.

Turtle Paw casually took out a bowl from the bamboo basket on the side and handed it to Bai Ling.

Bai Ling was waiting for him to make him a spoonful of paste soup, but he didn't want the turtle paw in front of him to take out a bag of yellow paper from his arms—the paper was already oily outside, and he pulled it open in two or two times, shaking the contents into Bai Ling's bowl.

Four or five raw fried rolled down, and a burst of aroma wafted out and diffused.

"What's your name?" He asked.

“…… Burling. ”

Among the girls sitting below, someone was slightly stunned when they heard this name.

"I said you were so good at talking, your name was Bailing!" The man laughed, "Sounds like one of our flowers." ”

Bai Ling grinned, but did not respond.

The turtle paw half-squatted down, grabbed the faces of the girls in the front row who didn't pick up the bowls, and looked, "How is it?" If you don't eat it, people will eat it, and people will not only have vegetable paste to eat, but also raw fried food...... A few of you, remember, don't think about eating anymore today. ”

As he spoke, the movements in his hands intensified, and the faces of several girls were quickly reddened.

Then, he looked at the people in the back row, "Who else doesn't take the bowl?" ”

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