The fat man opened Yun Chu's hair, saw the terrible scar near the upper left head, and gasped and said, "It's really fateful for your baby to survive." ”

Although the scar is an old wound, how can a person like Fat Fangzheng, who has been in the military for half his life, not see that the time for the formation of this scar is not more than three years.

Facing Yun Chu, who was silent, the fat man Fang Zheng instructed his entourage: "Please come over with Bing Cao and Hu Zheng." ”

The entourage left, and the room suddenly became quiet, and the fat man was pacing back and forth, and it seemed that he felt that the question that Yun Chu threw at him was very tricky.

After a few moments, two equally strong men walked in from outside, but they were not as fat as Fangzheng.

From the moment the two of them walked into the room, Yun Chu felt that the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped by several degrees.

The two of them came in without speaking, carefully looking at the things belonging to Yun Chu that their entourage had placed on the ground.

After reading the things, he looked up and down at Yun Chu, who was kneeling straight on the ground.

Fang Zheng took another sip of cold water and said, "What a charter, say something." ”

The strong man on the left hand side with a scar on his face sneered: "Give it to me, put it in the barracks, and after two years of training, you will be a soldier, and then you will die on the battlefield." ”

The black-faced and long-bearded man on the right hand said: "See, this is a Guanzhong baby, not one of those prisoners who can let you rub it casually." ”

Bing Cao on the left sneered: "I didn't have a place, and I suddenly appeared in my Qiuzi Town, and I am either a prisoner or a prisoner." ”

After saying that, he arched his hand to Fang Zheng, who was sitting in the middle, and said: "Guan Order, please deal with it according to the criminal prisoner, so there is no trouble." ”

Shangguan Ling Fangzheng smiled and said, "Brother Liu, in this way, you don't doubt the identity of this son of Tang, right?" ”

Soldier Cao Liu Xiong came to Yun Chu, pulled his hair roughly, pinched his mouth open, and finally stripped off the shoes on his feet, and slammed them on the soles of his feet, and Yun Chu almost screamed out in pain.

Immediately threw away Yun Chu's feet, and the other party said: "Two spins, white teeth, flat feet, Chang'an people's clan is undoubted." ”

He Yuanshan, the long-bearded pot, said with a smile: "Since Fang Zheng said that he spoke Guanzhong words, Guanzhong is so big, how can you be sure that he is from Chang'an?" ”

Bing Cao Liu Xiong said: "In addition to Chang'an, there are many people in the two counties in ten thousand years!" ”

After listening to Bing Cao Liu Xiong's judgment, not only He Yuanshan, but also Fang Zheng and the others felt strange, and even Yun Chu himself was very surprised.

With two spins on the top of his head, a mouthful of white teeth, and his inconspicuous flat feet, he can really determine that he is a Tang person, and he can also narrow down the scope to Chang'an, the magic of the two counties of Wannian?

That's too idealistic, isn't it?

Yun Chu couldn't help but cast his suspicious gaze on Bing Cao Liu Xiong.

Liu Xiong, who was originally a little proud, saw that Yun Chu's eyes were not good, so he grabbed his shirt, lifted him up, and roared face-to-face: "Why, you don't believe Lao Tzu's words? ”

Yun Chu grabbed Liu Xiong's thick arm and said, "I just can't remember what happened before, it's not that I've become stupid." ”

"Why are you in Qiuzi City and still have the Golden Sands?"

Fang Zheng weighed the bag with the golden sand and asked Yunchu in a good voice.

"I woke up in the Aries tribe, where I lived for three years, and the tribe said I was not a Serb, and I should go to my own tribe, so I came to Qiuzi to look for someone who looked like me."

"You found it, why don't you talk to them?

It stands to reason that a young man like you should have a lot of merchants willing to take you in. ”

"They don't smell right." Yun Chu looked at Fang Zheng's natural way.

"Doesn't taste right?" He Yuanshan also found this sentence very interesting.

Liu Xiong even smiled and opened his arms to press Yun Chu's head into his squeaky socket and said, "What smell, isn't it this?" ”

Yun Chu's legs twisted Liu Xiong's left leg hard, grabbed Liu Xiong's shoulders with both hands, and rushed forward, Liu Xiong's body did not move, Yun Chu's body suddenly shrank, his feet climbed up, stepped on Liu Xiong's waist, and his body broke free violently.

Liu Xiong, who was originally trying to maintain his body balance, was flashed by the sudden forward force, and couldn't help but take two steps forward before this force was counteracted.

However, Yun Chu also took this opportunity to pull his head out of Liu Xiong's armpit and breathe in the fresh air.

The man's armpit was a stinking.

Liu Xiong, who felt embarrassed, threw away Yunchu, and the other party said: "I want this cub, I will practice for a few years, and I will be a good hand." ”

He Yuanshan said to Yun Chu: "Write that character again." ”

Yun Chu shook his head and said, "My pen is broken, and the pen I made myself is too soft to write that character." ”

Fang Zheng naturally left his seat, and just behind him, there was a reed futon, a low table, on which there was the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone he needed.

Yun Chu sat on the futon, first looked at the pile of rough hemp paper on the table, and couldn't help frowning.

This scene was also seen by Fang Zheng and He Yuanshan, they glanced at each other, did not make a sound, and continued to watch Yun Chu write.

Ink grinding is a kung fu that belongs to the reader, whether he is a scholar or not, as long as you look at his ink research techniques.

Although Xuanzang is a monk, he is also a senior scholar, and his ink research techniques have been completely inherited by the old sheepskin, so Yun Chu's ink research techniques have naturally become Xuanzang's methods.

Because he often grinds ink for Xuanzang, the old sheepskin grinds ink better, and he also summed up the grinding method and the circle grinding method.

The grinding method is only suitable for new ink strips, as well as rectangular inkstones, so that the corners of the new ink strips can be well handled.

As for the circle grinding method, it is naturally suitable for round inkstones, and the inkstone on the Founder desk is a round inkstone.

Yun Chu poured a spoonful of water into the inkwell, pinched half of the ink strip and gently turned it in a circle, and as the ink gradually appeared, he poured another spoonful of water into the inkwell and continued to grind.

Don't look at Fang Zheng and He Yuanshan just letting Yun Chu study ink and write, the examination and measurement in the middle are far more vicious than Liu Xiong's method of distinguishing the Tang people.

Write to check the origin, study the ink to check whether Yunchu is a real skilled reader, and whether he can grind the amount of ink that just writes those words.

Soon, Yun Chu grinded out a thick ink, and he didn't start writing immediately, but gently sniffed the ink.

In fact, a person like Fang Zheng, who was a petty official in the edge of Qiuzi, was not qualified to use the incense ink strips, and the reason why Yun Chu was so obsessed was entirely because he had once again come into contact with civilization.

The Hui people in the Tang Dynasty did not have their own writing, perhaps in the making, anyway, Yun Chu did not find a single Hui person who could write.

The brush in the Fangzheng official office is not good, it always falls out, Yun Chu pulled out two hairs from the tip of the pen, moistened the pen in the ink pool, and picked up the pen to write.

Writing with a brush was one of the first skills that the old sheepskin taught him, and now, Yun Chu feels emotional when he thinks about it.

Under the gaze of Fang Zheng, He Yuanshan, and Liu Xiong, Yun Chu quickly copied the word handed to him by the old sheepskin.

When the last word was written, the ink in the ink pool was also used up, which showed Yun Chu's control over the amount of ink.

He didn't know how to write calligraphy before, but the old sheepskin taught it on the sand table one by one, and later, he also found a lot of paper and brushes for Yun Chu to contact calligraphy.

Therefore, this guy's calligraphy is exactly the same as that of the old sheepskin.

"Sui people are noble, right?" He Yuanshan frowned after reading the font, if Yun Chu could only write, he would not suspect that Yun Chu had another identity, and now, it was because these characters were written so well that he had a certain amount of worry.

"Nonsense, in the fourth year of Zhenguan, Empress Xiao and the former Sui Yuande Prince returned to the Central Plains behind the Turks, on the grassland, on the Gobi, there will be no more so-called Sui nobles, and the matter of this baby should be discussed in the long run."

He Yuanshan said: "You want to keep him?" ”

Fang Zheng smiled: "Look at it again, after a long time, as long as we find out that this is a good baby, we don't have anything on the net side, after all, we got a good boy back for Datang."

If you find out that he has bad intentions, kill him! ”

He Yuanshan said: "You have to be careful, this kid was able to stumble Liu Xiong just now, and your body and bones, which have long been obese, are very likely to not be able to get others." ”

Fang Zheng looked back at Yun Chu, who was still sitting in front of the short table, and said with a smile: "People who can write a good hand and abide by all etiquette can be so bad." Don't worry, even if you're a bad kid, there's time to teach it. ”

He Yuanshan glanced at Yun Chu worriedly, and then left the Fangzheng Yamen.

"Have you figured out who I am?" Yun Chu raised his head and looked at Fang Zheng with hope.

Fang Zheng slowly came to Yun Chu and asked solemnly, "Tell me, will you be loyal to Datang?" ”

Yun Chu looked at Fang Zheng's square face carefully and thought for a moment, "Unless you can prove that I am a Tang person first."

If I were a Tang person, no matter whose child I was, I would be loyal to my own race. ”

Fang Zheng nodded and asked, "Are you willing to be loyal to the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty?" ”

Yun Chu said sluggishly: "The book says: The Son of Heaven is the Yuan Son of Heaven, Heaven is the personified natural world, which is considered to be the supreme master of the universe, and everything in the world is the offspring of heaven and earth.

Heaven is the father, so it is called "Huangtian", and the earth is the mother, so it is called "Houtu". Therefore, all men are sons of heaven.

You're asking me if I owe allegiance to every clansman?

If the rest of the people were to be asked this question, and if their answer was yes, then they would be loyal to me, and I would be loyal to each and every one of them.

I prefer to call this allegiance a blood connection, a mutual affection, a co-life and death. ”

Fang Zheng frowned and said, "I'm talking about His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty!" ”

Yun Chu stood up and looked up at the tall Fang Zheng Dao: "Mencius said: "The people are precious, the society is secondary, and the monarch is light." Therefore, the people of the hill are the sons of heaven, the sons of heaven are the princes, and the princes are the doctors. The princes are in danger, and they are replaced. The sacrifice is completed, the prosperity is clean, and the ancestors are worshipped, but the early dry water overflows, and the community is changed.

If you can prove that I am a Tang person, then what is the difference between being loyal to His Majesty the Emperor and my clansmen under Mencius's subtle words? ”

Fang Zheng was dumbfounded by Yun Chu's words, and in his simple cognition, loyalty to the Tang Dynasty is loyalty to the Tang Emperor.

Now, someone has given him a new answer.