What kind of book and word is complicated to say, in fact, there is a simpler way to say.

A set of etiquette, if it can really be recorded into a book, even if it is written by an unknown person, it is bragging to say that it is a thousand dollars, but no one dares to say that it is not worth a hundred dollars.

Because few people dare to record this thing.

In today's dynasties, the word 'misguided children' has no less impact on life than punishment.

Ordinary literati did not dare to teach the Four Books and the Five Classics, let alone record and pass them on.

First, it is possible to be scolded, and the gains may outweigh the losses, and a literati gathering organized by a family may reimburse one's life.

The second is that you can learn from him, and it is useless to learn it. If you learn something useful, you won't ask him to learn it.

Just like in the Three Kingdoms, it seems that there is a person, as long as he wants to study literature, he can learn it, and he can find a place to learn.

But people attach great importance to the people who transcribe and interpret books that are only a few thousand words long.

Those who can be called scholars can teach and discuss, but if there is no famous teacher and Confucian, and they are not their heirs, they will never record and pass on.

This is the so-called knowledge monopoly in the true sense of the Han Dynasty.

Establish authority, but do not seal the wisdom of the people.

Similarly, to this day, the reason why the Han people complain that the road to climb is blocked, and it is difficult to produce a noble son from a poor family, but it is because of our Majesty Liu Hong.

Now the emperor with two swords sitting on the top has turned the relative into an absolute.

He laid out the rules of his game in front of the people of the world nakedly - no money? , it's useless for you to learn anything.

The family doesn't like the emperor? Hehe, the family and our Majesty Liu Hong are true love.

Okay, gossip afar, Liu Cang broke the news here, and the clan elder stopped talking now.

To use the most cheesy words, that Jiao Feibai is old and rich!

Money really isn't everything these days. And those who can record books will not bother to exchange it for gold.

But this did not prevent the clan elder from having a clear understanding of Jiao Feibai, this down-and-out person was directly upgraded to a down-and-out boss, and the clan elder even unconsciously thought of Lu Zhi when he was tossed by His Majesty.

"This..." Panic flashed in the eyes of the clan elder, and from time to time there were doubts about Liu Cang.

But the so-called people are old and fine, and the little cleverness of the villagers makes them relax for a moment.

"Ahem, in this way, you have to learn from Master Jiao, understand?" The clan elder's eyes flickered, his eyes flashed fiercely, and Liu Cang's eyes were straight.

Not to mention, Liu Cang really came to his senses.

This old guy is going to cast a net, Master Jiao, I want to let myself worship him as a teacher, whether he has fish or not, first knock a stick with himself to see...

"I have my own plans for this." Regarding this matter, Liu Cang did not back down, and stared at the clan elder with a serious face and replied.

"You... Hmph, let's go back first, I'll walk around your house in the evening, and get ready to eat. Liu Cang's seriousness made the clan elder uncomfortable, but after thinking about it, this kid is so young, don't be coaxed anymore, you still need to understand it yourself.

"Okay, I wanted to honor your old man, and I just stewed an old chicken today." Liu Cang shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Old man Jiao is kind and can be bullied, and Liu Cang is not worried that the clan elder can offend that person.

"The old man has a bad mouth, and you have round fish in the pond." The patriarch shook his head.

"No, that thing is too fierce, and it eats a lot. The turtle is also delicious, is the old food of the clan? Liu Cang also shook his head.

"Forget it, the turtle has a lot to eat, and the chicken is stewed, go ahead." Smash it, smash it, smash it, the clan elder waved his hand, bowed his head and didn't know what to think.

Nodding yes, Liu Cang said goodbye to the old people around him, and then left in the direction of his house.

Getting along with this group of old people is troublesome.

All the way home.

Liu Cang rushed to the county seat early in the morning to make an appointment with Zhang Fei, and in terms of time, it was noon. At this time, it is the time for the villagers to eat.

(The main Qin system of etiquette, the common people of the Western Han Dynasty had two to three meals a day, and the people of the Eastern Han Dynasty had three meals a day.) What Han Dynasty wants to eat three meals to reincarnate a prince and nobleman, I say, do you mind? ）

Some women rushed home from the fields to cook, and when they met Liu Cang, the young people often avoided giving way, and the slightly mature people greeted Liu Cang a lot, and from time to time there would be a spicy woman's laughter.

Don't look at Liu Cang's half-grown son, but he is really powerful in the village, and this power is probably cultivated by the young man who beat up his uncles and uncles in the village.

In the early years, Liu Cang worked hard to make some chickens to raise, but there was a lack of meat in the village, there was no shortage of chicken homes, but there were few who were willing to eat their own chickens.

Seeing that Liu Cang's little child actually raised a nest of fat chickens, some lazy people came to touch them, and the teasing and coaxing people were driven away by Liu Cang, and occasionally encountered those who sneaked into it, they would be chased by Liu Cang to their homes and beaten violently.

When a chicken is dead, it is impossible to kill a person for a chicken.

At that time, Liu Cang was crying and beating people, and the elders in the village couldn't take him, but let him establish a reputation for brave martial arts since he was a child in the village...

At that time, it was also the time when Liu Cang first showed his strength, and he raised more than a dozen chickens, in order to prevent people from stealing and robbing, Liu Cang can be said to beat and scold all the way, and from time to time he will encounter thieves outside the village.

In the early years, he raised more than a dozen pigs one after another, ate two by himself, and sold the others through Zhang Fei's family.

Liu Cang has never dared to expand breeding, such a group of chickens will have thieves to worry about, he is a little worried, and if he raises more, he doesn't know what to provoke.

Age limit, some prodigal ruffians in the neighborhood don't want to admit that they are afraid of him even if they are beaten, and they won't get together with him to play around, the reason is simple, playing with little kids, and the price is dropped.

It wasn't until recent years that Liu Cang's physique had developed a little bit, and he looked a little bit like a half-sized child, and his power of swinging his fists and sticks became more and more terrifying, which made those idle people nearby dare not provoke him.

At least it won't be so embarrassing to avoid Liu Cang now.

Those ruffians and rangers, but they are quite face-saving...

In the green bamboo fence courtyard, the original earthen wall was demolished, and the courtyard wall of the three wooden houses was expanded outward by Liu Cang.

As if hearing Liu Cang's footsteps, a sturdy rooster flew out from within the fence courtyard wall, and followed Liu Cang with figure-eight steps.

Fighting chicken, Liu Cang's earliest rooster, it is not difficult to see from the name that Liu Cang originally had great expectations for it, the first spirit animal, and now the quality is second.

The body is tall, the beak and claws are strong, the cockscomb is blood-red, and the little baby in the village can be chased and the chicken flies and the dog jumps.

Of course, if there was no Liu Cang, the average Qingzhuang would be able to break its neck with a slap.

With the appearance of the fighting chicken, a beautiful children's voice came from the courtyard.

"Brother Haoxuan, are you back?"

Through the cracks in the fence entwined by vines, a girl in cloth clothes is looking out into the courtyard with a dustpan, while a flock of clucking and begging chickens is surrounding her.

"Well, Xiaoyan has finished his homework?" Seeing the girl's gentle little face, Liu Cang smiled, and then looked at the dustpan in the girl's hand, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Aren't you afraid of your father's reprimand? Lay them down and let them go out to forage for food on their own. When Liu Cang spoke, he took two quick steps and stepped forward to take the dustpan from the girl's hand.

I saw that inside the dustpan, a layer of dense writhing fine fat sandworms, Liu Cang raised his hand to scatter it on the ground, attracting a group of firewood chickens to pounce and grab food.

"Daddy is learning calligraphy, and I'm getting ready to cook." The girl involuntarily looked at a wooden house on the left side of the courtyard, and then looked at Liu Cang with big watery eyes and a smile.

"Tsk, the slave has been calling for a year and haven't seen him call, while playing, I'll do it." Liu Cang sighed, looking at the girl who was not as high as the stove, shouting at the wooden house on the left.

With Liu Cang's shouting, the battle chicken flashed its wings and walked out of the courtyard, and the other chickens in the courtyard also ran out happily with the battle chicken.

The small courtyard of the wooden house, the size of the wooden house is very ordinary, sturdy and sturdy, warm and windproof, placed at the moment, it probably belongs to the inferior house, but it is the most common house in the village.

The small courtyard occupies a large area, and the size is obviously larger than that of normal villagers' courtyards, and there is a pool of sand and gravel by the well on the right, and some small turtles with fingers can be seen in the pool.

The chicken coop, as well as the pigsty in a further ventilated area, are outside the courtyard fence. Plain but also clean and tidy.

Liu Cang's targeted shouting made the girl nervously look at the wooden house on the left, and then heard a dissatisfied 'hum' sound from the wooden house.

A hint of helplessness that was not appropriate for her age flashed in the girl's eyes, and she finally turned her face and stuck out her little tongue at Liu Cang.

"It's okay, Brother Haoxuan, as a child, you should take care of your father's diet and daily life." The girl looked serious, and Liu Cang's brows jumped.

"Uncle's!" Muttering in a low voice, Liu Cang did not refute the girl.

Okay, if you like it.

Good girl, with a good mind, although there is discomfort, Liu Cang has no intention of teaching this diligent little girl to modern women.

Well, modern women seem to be a bit weaker than her.

This little girl has already started to practice sword dance in the morning, and the three-to-five-pound iron sword dance is decent, putting aside the psychological factors, this kind of dance, stabbing a few modern people is probably the same as playing.

It's good, it's really good.

"Brother Haoxuan is calling Daddy?" Listening to Liu Cang's muttering, the girl's pink cheeks were abnormally red.

"What?" Liu Cang didn't understand.

"That..." The girl hung her head and muttered, as if she could not speak.

"Uncle?" Liu Cang guessed suspiciously.

"Hmm." The girl nodded shyly.

The puzzled expression gradually solidified, Liu Cang's eyes looked up and down at the inexplicably twisted girl, and gradually hung a black line on his forehead.

"Dead girl, should you understand or not, go, while playing." Liu Cang was a little embarrassed, and a little crying and laughing, waving his hand at the girl and scolding.

The girl is very smart, delicate, and really cute.

However, this girl is a little too smart.

Born precocious, learn things quickly, have a strong ability to accept and process information, and occasionally hear some nonsense from the villagers, and I really learned a lot whether I should know or not.

This uncle's 'allusion' probably this girl doesn't know where she heard about it, but what do you mean by being shy?

What do you understand, little brat?

"Well, shall I stroke the piano for you?" Seeing that Liu Cang was going to cook, the girl was not afraid of his fierce appearance.

When Liu Cang was cleaning the stove, there was a coherent but uneven sound of the piano in the courtyard.

Obviously, the little girl has only been learning the piano for a short time, and it is far from reaching the level that she will be praised in later generations.

Liu Cang was funny in his heart, people stroked the qin and whistled the gun, and the gun followed the piano's will. Let's learn the piano and make a fire, this level of artistic conception is really no one.

Jiao Yan, whose real name is Cai Yan, has not yet been worded.

Dad is the Jiao Feibai who was brought home by Liu Cang.

As for his real name, it is obviously self-evident, the first lack of heart and eye in the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Yong, Cai Bojiao.