Chapter 87: How can you say that you have no clothes?

According to the reading habits of Gu Rao, from right to left, the image has been a little dim because it is closest to the door. If they are not maintained, it is believed that it will not be long before these paintings will fall off like terracotta warriors and lose their color.

As for the habit of writing from right to left, some people started with bamboo slips. Hold Jane in your left hand and pull it apart with your right hand so it's easy to read. This method seems to make a lot of sense, but it's actually very far-fetched. Because it's the same with the right hand and the left hand pulling apart, I don't believe you can give it a try.

There are also people, because the bamboo slips are written vertically one by one. After writing one in this way, put it on the right, and then write another one and put it again, so that the arrangement is easy to bind. This is not true, if it is a right-handed hand, it may be more convenient to put it on the left. After all, I still have a brush in my right hand.

However, in ancient times, the habit of writing vertically did start with bamboo slips. So why write from right to left, and not from left to right?

We all know that both modern fountain pens and ancient quill pens in the West are written from left to right. Because right-handed people are the majority after all, the advantage of writing in this way is that the right hand will not blur the handwriting that has just been written and has not yet dried. It is for this reason that the West writes from the left to the right.

In China, I use a soft pen, that is, a brush, and there will also be the embarrassment of blurring the handwriting that is not dry. But the difference is that we hold the pen in a hanging posture, and we write vertically first, so that the problem of encountering other words is almost eliminated. So it doesn't affect whether it's from left to right or right to left.

In fact, in the end, our right-to-left writing pattern is not formed because of some quirk. For example, the arrangement of letters on a modern computer keyboard is actually based on a typewriter. And the reason why the typewriters are arranged in this way is completely the habit of the inventor.

So how did our writing habits come about?

In fact, when we first appeared in writing, there were all kinds of writing, such as oracle bone inscriptions, and some petroglyphs and the like. It wasn't until the appearance of Jin Wen that the habit of going from right to left was determined.

The so-called gold inscription is actually an inscription cast on bronze. Because it is cast, it is necessary to engrave the text at the same time as the mold. The mold is carved from left to right, because in this way, when the right hand carves a word, it will not break the previously engraved word. The words are reversed, and when the pouring is completed, the words are positive, but they are also from right to left. Just like carving seals, this is also the origin of our writing habits.

Fan Lao was still talking about his writing habits complacently, and when he turned his head to look, he found that everyone had already gone to see the murals, and no one still heard him talk about the ancient here.

At the beginning of the mural, a general-like figure stands on a high platform, and below the high platform, there are neatly arranged soldiers practicing martial arts. And the general's gaze did not seem to look at the school field, but looked at the mountains and forests in the distance.

Teacher Yuan and the others were very puzzled and didn't understand what the general was doing. Even Fan Lao, who had just squeezed over, frowned. And at this time, a chuckle behind him attracted their attention.

Several experts looked back and found that the chuckle was indeed Erhuzi and Wolverine. Then he turned his gaze back, after all, these two living treasures did a lot of things that were out of tune.

The wild wolf was about to reprimand them, so he heard Erhuzi say: "Look at that expression, you can get rid of the captain of the team!"

The golden steel wolf also covered his mouth and said: "No, if you change your clothes again and give him a scoresheet, I think he has recruited troops in the Qin Dynasty." ”

Teacher Yuan and several other experts turned around in unison, and Fan Lao grabbed Erhuzi's clothes, staring at him with sharp eyes: "What did you just have?"

"Report, report, I'm nothing. I promise never to speak again. Erhuzi's voice became more and more, and a good baby appearance appeared in front of him.

How do you know that Fan Lao grabbed it tighter, so that Erhuzi didn't dare to use his strength, after all, this old expert is not old, and if he is injured, his sin will be great.

The wild wolf also saw that something was wrong at this time, and hurriedly yelled at Erhuzi and the golden steel wolf: "Whatever you ask, is it still a soldier?"

"Yes. ”

"Yes. ”

The two of them hurriedly stood up and said yes, and Erhuzi didn't care, and said loudly to Fan Lao: "We just now, that general's expression is very similar to our captain. ”

"Your captain also leads the troops like this?" Teacher Yuan hurriedly asked.

"That's what he used to look like when he was recruiting new recruits. Pretending to be casual and training us, in fact, he was concerned about the recruits selected in the mountains and forests. The golden wolf hurriedly spoke. And the recruit in his mouth is not a recruit who has just joined the army, but a recruit king who has been selected into the dragon soul.

After listening to the words of the two soldiers, the expert hurriedly turned his gaze to the landscape in the mural. After looking at it carefully for a long time, I found that there were indeed some vague figures that seemed to be running in between, and each figure was carrying a big burden.

This discovery made the experts all excited, and it seems that this leader, whether ancient or modern, has figured it out.

The next painting can only be described as tragic, only to see that under the hills, there are broken spears, broken shields, and the corpses of soldiers everywhere. Feathered arrows are like weeds on the ground, stuck everywhere.

Judging from the clothes and armor, there are those like the terracotta warriors behind them, and there are also leather robes.

"It seems that this should be a war with an alien race. Teacher Yuan touched his chin and said.

"Who won? Who won?" Pepper asked twice in a row, a little anxious to know the result.

"Of course, the Qin army won, you see that the corpses are all of different races, and there are very few people wearing this kind of armor. Look here, there are soldiers assembling under the banner of Qin written on the side. Teacher Yuan pointed out several places for chili peppers.

Although more than 2,000 years have passed, after all, they are all Chinese people, and they are all fighting against foreign races, and the soldiers naturally have the same hatred for the enemy.

All the way down, one painting after another, one war after another. Seeing that the soldiers' hearts were surging, as if they were in that era, as long as there was an enemy invasion, no matter what they were doing, they would pick up their spears, pick up their crossbow machines, and fight for Daqin.

Not every battle is a victory, when surrounded by enemies, when the crossbow arrows have already been shot, those Great Qin's sharp soldiers tore through their armor and still fought bravely with their swords in hand. Until there is no one standing anymore.

On the desolate battlefield, the banner of the Qin character was still fluttering, and the shouts trembled in every Rao's heart.

Do you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear, and have the same enmity with the son!

How can you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd, and work with my son!

Do you say that you have no clothes, and you are clothed with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers, and go with my son!

Tears rolled in his eyes, and not only the soldiers, but also the experts of the Union clenched their fists. Passionate about every painting, every tragic battle.

This is how my ancestors in China opened up today's great country with blood with a knife and a gun. Why shouldn't we cherish her?

Fan Lao sighed faintly: "Do you know why my country is called CHINA?"

(To be continued...... ）