Chapter 898: Don’t play with fools
“Can I write with charcoal?”
Feng Jishi tried to fight to the death.
“Of course not!”
Young Master Hua stared at him warily, with suspicion in his eyes:
“Don’t think I don’t know. Things written with charcoal will become blurry or even disappear over time.”
She looked at Governor Feng steadily, then suddenly jumped up and pressed the box tightly, "You are trying to deceive me, right?"
Feng Jishi felt extremely insulted, and blue veins popped up on his forehead:
"Did I lie to you? Do I need to lie to you? Do you know that there are many wealthy people in Jincheng who want to buy textbooks from Nanxiang but have no way?"
“You stinky sister! You still doubt me after I come to your door. I’m so angry!”
Although Young Master Hua couldn't understand some of the words in Feng Jishi's words, she understood the general meaning of Feng Jishi's words.
It’s just that Feng Guiwang’s bad reputation in Nanzhong is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
How could Young Master Hua dare to be careless about such a big matter?
I saw her holding her head up stubbornly and sticking to the bottom line unwaveringly:
“Then write me a contract and I will believe you!”
Governor Feng looked at her bitterly, gritted his teeth and said:
“Okay, I’ll write it to you!”
Pull out the paper, grind the ink, put down the pen, and the pen will flow smoothly, all in one go.
After Feng Jishi finished writing, he asked Amei to bring his Jiequanting Hou Seal, rubbed it on hard, and then handed it to Hua Wan:
“Here, take it!”
Young Master Hua took it over dubiously, looked at the words on it, and then at Feng Jishi, but hesitated to speak.
Although he was forced by the intimidating power of the monarch's seal from above, Young Master Hua hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but asked cautiously:
“Why is this word... so difficult for people to understand?”
“Illicit! This is called cursive writing, do you understand?
Governor Feng waved his sleeves in a feigned disdain, turned and walked out of the living room.
Master Hua has studied Chinese culture for many years, so he naturally knows that there are many ways to write Chinese characters.
It was just the cursive writing that she really couldn't appreciate - except for the two characters "Feng Yong" at the bottom, it was pretty good.
Looking at the seal of the monarch again, with awe of the unknown culture, Young Master Hua hesitated for a moment, but finally carefully dried the ink and took it into his arms.
Guan Ji held her forehead and sighed inaudibly.
Amei pursed her lips and smiled quietly.
Li Mu looked strange.
They all remained silent in a tacit understanding.
It wasn’t until she went to bed at night that Guan Ji advised:
“Alang, it’s time to practice your calligraphy. That is to say, if you met the flower girl today, if it had been anyone else, I’m afraid you would have made a fool of yourself.”
“What’s the joke? I’ve only practiced charcoal in my apprenticeship. If he’s capable, he can compete with me in this?”
Feng Jishishi said sternly, "Isn't it true that my master has not taught me this? What can I do? If he has the ability, he will laugh at my master!"
Feng Jishi's sect is mysterious and cannot be explained.
General Guan did not dare to make random comments about the holy land of knowledge in his heart, so he had to change the topic:
“Would it be too much to do what we did today? A large box of water jade only sold three hundred sets of teaching materials.”
“If others find out, there is no way they will say that Alang, you bully a weak girl...”
Ever since Cao Zijian sent an envoy to communicate, Feng's reputation as governor was recognized by the people of the world.
Don’t dare to be like Nanzhong again...
The reputation you gained with great difficulty must be cherished.
“Three hundred sets of teaching materials are just a supplement.”
Feng Jishi saw Guan Ji's slightly worried look and knew that she was confused because of concern. He didn't figure out the connection for a while.
At that moment, he patiently explained: "Actually, this box of water jade is for the qualification to run a school."
Over there in Nanxiang, there are so many people who can’t find the temple gate even though they are carrying pig heads!
As long as Liangzhou's exam selection becomes a reality, and Feng Yong doubles the price, the wealthy families in Shu County will grit their teeth and agree.
The reason why he has not agreed to Jincheng’s request to open a school is to be able to better harvest leeks in the future.
Even though Young Master Hua is a woman, in the years after the Prime Minister's Southern Expedition, she was able to lead the two tribes to regain a foothold in Nanzhong with her sensitive identity as Meng Huo's daughter.
How can there be a lack of knowledge?
How can it be possible that we cannot see what the future trends of South China will be?
In the economic circle dominated by the Han Dynasty, if you do not try to integrate into the Han culture, but try to retain your own so-called characteristics, you will eventually be eliminated by the historical trend.
Whether they are the Yi people from Nanzhong or the Hu people from Liangzhou, they may not be able to extract such a principle.
But their instinctive subconscious will also make their bodies honestly learn the culture of the Han people and strive to integrate into this circle.
Because it is the rule maker.
“Even the Yi people who farm the land in the Nanzhong plantation know that those who know how to speak Chinese and those who don’t know how to speak Chinese are treated differently.”
Feng Yong rolled into bed and said leisurely, "How could Hua Wan not even understand this?"
After hearing Feng Jishi's explanation, Guan Ji suddenly came to her senses, lay down, and poked Feng Jishi:
"You officials are the only ones with dark hearts!"
Governor Feng was unhappy when he heard this:
"What do you mean? General Guan, don't forget that you are also a carnivore now. If you are cruel, you will even scold yourself?"
“I don’t know those roundabout ways…”
"You don't know those twists and turns? Do you mean you like to go straight? I have this too!" Governor Feng lifted the quilt and said, "If you don't believe me, look at it, is it straight?"
“Spit! You’re a disciple!”
What kind of scumbag?
Don’t you know that a heated kang is easy to get angry?
Not to mention that people in Liangzhou often eat warm and tonic food like mutton.
I can’t control how much I can remember!
…
In Liangzhou, which has been under construction for ten years, the first snow came later than last year.
It wasn’t until November that a light snow fell, covering the ground with a thin layer of white.
Governor Feng stood in the courtyard and said with some worry:
“This weather is too abnormal, with fluctuating cold and heat. If it doesn’t snow enough, I’m afraid there will be a drought next year.”
Although compared to later generations, the vegetation in Liangzhou is much lusher now, and there is occasionally some rain.
However, most of the water supply for several major rivers in Liangzhou is still supplied by snow and glacier meltwater in the Qilian Mountains.
If it snows too much, there will be waterlogging in the second year.
For example, there was a white disaster last year. At the beginning of spring this year, the water surged due to weak water. I heard that there was a flood in Yanze.
The snow came a bit late this year. If there is less snow in winter, there will be insufficient river water next year and there may be a drought.
Thinking of various water conservancy projects in later generations, Governor Feng couldn't help but muttered: "It's really a shame to rely on the sky for a living!"
The young master Hua from Xiaoyi, who came from Nanzhong, was happily reaching out her hand to catch the seemingly non-existent snow particles.
Hearing Feng Yong’s words, he couldn’t help but asked curiously:
“Isn’t less snow a good thing? I heard that Liangzhou almost got into trouble last year because of too much snow.”
Governor Feng glanced sideways at Young Master Hua:
“Have you never heard that auspicious snow heralds a good harvest?”
“Nonsense, I’ve never seen snow before!”
Huawan said confidently.
She has seen Xue before. After all, she is the daughter of the Meng family in Nanzhong, so her experience is definitely indispensable.
But the snow in Nanzhong is on dangerously high mountains that cannot be climbed, and at most it can only be watched from a distance.
This is the first time I have seen snow with my own eyes.
“If the snow does not get cold, it will become cold. When the snow melts in spring, the snow water will seep into the ground and freeze the insects hiding in the ground to death. The food for the next year will be reduced from insect pests.”
“And snow water is actually a kind of fertilizer for food, which can make crops grow better.”
Feng Jishi casually explained a few sentences, which made Young Master Hua feel that she had gained a lot of knowledge. She asked curiously:
“Is there another way to say this? I also said that it’s very cold when it snows, and it becomes warm when the snow melts. And why does snow water become fertile water for food?”
Governor Feng waved his hand:
"This involves relatively deep knowledge. With your current level, you can't even understand it."
“If you don’t want to say it, just say it clearly, what kind of advanced knowledge is there!”
Young Master Hua snorted.
Governor Feng was too lazy to argue with her and sneered, "Which one weighs more, a pound of stone or a pound of snowflakes?"
"Of course it's as heavy as a stone!" Young Master Hua bent down and carefully picked up a layer of snow, "This snowflake is as light as goose feathers."
Governor Feng gave a thumbs up to Young Master Hua, and then shouted to Shuangshuang and Ah Chong who were having fun in the courtyard:
“It’s time to practice calligraphy, go back quickly, or your grandma will be angry again!”
General Guan was so powerful that his son and daughter quickly walked back obediently.
Governor Feng held one by one hand and whispered to them:
“Don’t play with fools in the future!”
They both raised their heads and asked in a sweet voice:
“Sir, what is a fool?”
Governor Feng picked one up in his hand and walked quickly: "I'll tell you when I get back."
Ah Chong hugged his master's arm, turned his head, and stared at the flower garden behind him with his dark eyes...
(End of this chapter)