It sounds complicated to say what book or word it is, but actually there is a simpler way to say it.

If a set of rites could really be recorded in a book, even if it was written by an unknown person, it would be bragging to say that a word costs a thousand gold, but no one would dare to say that a word costs a hundred dollars.

Because few people dare to record this kind of thing.

In today's dynasty, the impact of the term "misleading people's children" on life is no less than punishment.

Ordinary literati would not dare to teach randomly about the Four Books and Five Classics, let alone record and transmit them.

First, there is a possibility of being scolded, and the gain may outweigh the loss. A gathering of literati organized by a noble family may cost one's life.

Second, if you can learn from him, it will be of no use to you. If you learn something useful, you will not learn from him.

Just like in the Three Kingdoms, as long as an individual wants to practice essays, he can learn them and find a place to learn them.

But people attach great importance to those who transcribe, annotate and analyze books that only have a few thousand words.

A person who can be called a scholar can teach and discuss, but if he does not have a famous teacher or a great Confucian, and he is not a descendant of the family, he will never record and pass it on.

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

Establish authority, but fail to ennoble the people's wisdom.

Similarly, to this day, many wealthy men complain that their path to advancement is blocked and that it is difficult for a poor family to have a son, but it is because of our Majesty Liu Hong.

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

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

The aristocratic family does not like the emperor? Haha, that is true love between the aristocratic family and our Majesty Liu Hong.

Okay, let's get away from the gossip. Liu Cang broke the news and the clan elder stopped talking now.

To describe it in the most tacky words, Na Jiao Feibai is already rich!

Money is really not everything these days. And those who can record books will definitely not bother to exchange it for money.

But this did not hinder the clan elder's clear understanding of Jiao Feibai. This down-and-out man was directly promoted to a down-and-out boss. The clan elder even unconsciously thought of Lu Zhi when he was being tortured by his majesty.

"This..." Panic flashed in the clan elder's eyes, and doubts about Liu Cang appeared from time to time.

But as the saying goes, people become better with age, and the villagers' cleverness made him recover for a moment.

"Ahem, if that's the case, you better learn from Master Jiao, do you understand?" The clan elder's eyes flashed with a fierce glare, which made Liu Cang's eyes go straight.

Not to mention, Liu Cang really realized it.

This old guy wants to cast a net, Master Jiao, he wants me to accept him as his teacher, no matter if he catches fish or not, first hit him with a stick and see...

"I have my own plan for this matter." Regarding this matter, Liu Cang did not give in. He stared at the clan elder's eyes seriously and replied.

"You... hum, go back first. I will go to your house in the evening and prepare food." Liu Cang's seriousness made the elder uncomfortable, but then he thought about it, this boy is still young after all, don't be coaxed anymore.

Yes, you still need to understand it yourself.

"Okay, I wanted to honor you, but I happened to stew an old chicken today." Liu Cang shrugged nonchalantly.

Old Man Jiao is a good man who can be bullied, and Liu Cang is not worried that the clan leader will offend that man.

"I have a bad tooth. There are round fish in your pond." The clan elder shook his head.

"No, that thing is too ferocious, and you can eat a lot of it. The turtles are also delicious. Do you think they are good food for the clan?" Liu Cang also shook his head.

"Forget it, what's the point of eating the turtle's head? Let's stew the chicken until it's mashed." Smashing his mouth, the clan leader waved his hands, lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking.

Nodding in agreement, Liu Cang said goodbye to the old men around him, and then quickly left in the direction of his home.

It's really troublesome to get along with this group of old people.

All the way home.

Liu Cang rushed to the county town early in the morning to make an appointment with Zhang Fei. In terms of time, it was now noon. This was the time when the villagers were preparing meals.

(The Book of Rites is based on the Qin system. In the Western Han Dynasty, common people had two to three meals a day. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, people already had three meals a day. Why did the Han Dynasty have to be reincarnated into princes and nobles if they wanted to eat three meals a day? Do you mind if I ask?)

Some women rushed home from the fields to cook. When they met Liu Cang, the young ones often avoided giving way. The more mature women often greeted Liu Cang when they saw him, and from time to time they would make fun of shrewd women.

Even though Liu Cang is a young man, he is quite powerful in the village. This power was probably cultivated from the young men he beat up his uncles in the village.

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

Seeing that Liu Cang, a little kid, actually raised a nest of fat chickens, some lazy people came to poke around. Those who teased and teased were driven away by Liu Cang. Occasionally, if they encountered someone who was sneaky, Liu Cang would chase them home and beat them up. .

The chicken is dead, and it is impossible to kill a tribesman for a chicken.

At that time, Liu Cang was crying and beating people at the same time. The elders in the village could not do anything to him, but it allowed him to establish a reputation as a brave man in the village since he was a child...

It was also the time when Liu Cang first showed his strength, and he only raised a dozen chickens. In order to prevent people from stealing, Liu Cang would beat and scold him all the way, and from time to time he would encounter thieves from outside the village.

In his early years, he raised about ten pigs, ate two of them himself, and sold the others through Zhang Fei's family.

Liu Cang has never dared to expand breeding. Such a group of chickens will be worried about by thieves. He is somewhat worried. If he raises more chickens, he doesn't know what he will provoke.

There is an age limit. Even if some slutty gangsters in the neighborhood were beaten, they would not admit that they were afraid of him, let alone hang out with him. The reason was simple: playing with brats would lower their prices.

It was not until recent years that Liu Cang's physical growth improved, and he looked a little like a young man, and his power in swinging his fists and sticks became more and more terrifying, so the idle people nearby did not dare to mess with him.

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

Those ruffians and knight-errants are very concerned about face...

The original earthen wall of Qingzhuli Courtyard was demolished, and the walls of the three wooden houses were expanded outward by Liu Cang.

As if he could hear Liu Cang's footsteps, a strong rooster fluttered out from the fence and followed Liu Cang with a figure-footed step.

Fighting Chicken is the rooster that Liu Cang first raised. From the name, it is easy to tell that Liu Cang originally had great expectations for this first spiritual beast, but now it is of second-grade quality.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He is tall, has strong beaks and claws, and has a blood-red comb. He can chase the little village baby and jump like a dog.

Of course, if Liu Cang wasn't there to protect him, a young man could break its neck with just one slap.

As the fighting chicken appeared, a pleasant children's voice came from the courtyard.

"Brother Haoxuan, are you back?"

Through the gaps in the fence entangled with vines, a commoner girl was looking in the courtyard with a dustpan, and around her were a group of chickens clucking and begging for food.

"Well, have you finished your homework, Xiao Yan?" Liu Cang smiled when he saw the girl's gentle face. Then he looked at the dustpan in the girl's hand and couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Aren't you afraid that your father will scold you? Put it down quickly and let them go out to find food on their own." When Liu Cang spoke, he took two steps quickly and stepped forward to take the dustpan from the girl's hand.

Inside the dustpan, he saw a dense layer of writhing, thin, fat sandworms. Liu Cang raised his hand and scattered them on the ground, causing a group of chickens to scramble for food.

"Daddy is practicing calligraphy, and I'm preparing to cook." The girl couldn't help but look at a wooden house on the left side of the courtyard, and then looked at Liu Cang with a smile on her eyes.

"Tsk, my slave has been calling for a year and I haven't seen him come. Let's go and play while I do it." Liu Cang clicked his tongue, looked at the girl who was not tall enough to cook the stove, and shouted towards the wooden house on the left.

As Liu Cang shouted, the fighting chicken suddenly flashed its wings and walked out of the courtyard, and other chickens in the courtyard also followed the fighting chicken and ran out happily.

The specifications of the wooden house in the small courtyard are very ordinary. It is sturdy, warm and windproof. Nowadays, it is probably a poor and untouchable house, but it is the most common house in the village.

The small courtyard occupies a large area, and its size is obviously larger than that of a normal villager's courtyard. There is a pool obviously paved with sand and gravel on the right side of the well, and some small turtles as long as fingers can be seen in the pool.

The chicken coop and the pig pen in a far ventilated area are outside the courtyard fence. They are simple but clean and tidy.

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

The girl's eyes flashed with helplessness befitting her age, and she finally turned her face and stuck out her tongue at Liu Cang.

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

"Uncle!" Liu Cang muttered in a low voice, but Liu Cang did not refute the girl.

Okay, as long as you like it.

A good girl with a sound mind. Although she felt uncomfortable, Liu Cang had no intention of teaching this diligent little girl how to teach modern women.

Well, modern women seem a bit weak compared to her.

This little girl has already begun to practice sword dance in the morning. She dances with a three- to five-pound iron sword with style. Putting aside the psychological factors, this kind of dance is probably the same as stabbing a few modern people.

Very good, really very good.

"Brother Haoxuan is calling daddy?" Hearing Liu Cang mutter, the girl's pink cheeks were unusually bright red.

"What?" Liu Cang didn't understand.

"That..." the girl lowered her head and muttered, as if it was difficult to speak.

"Uncle?" Liu Cang guessed doubtfully.

"Yeah." The girl nodded shyly.

The puzzled expression gradually solidified, Liu Cang looked up and down at the inexplicably squirming girl, and a black line gradually appeared on his forehead.

"Damn girl, do you understand? Go and play." Liu Cang was a little embarrassed and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He waved his hands and scolded the girl.

The girl is very smart, has delicate appearance, and is really a cute little girl.

However, this girl is a bit too smart.

He is born with precocious intelligence, learns things quickly, and has a strong ability to accept and process information. Occasionally, he hears some nonsense from villagers and learns a lot whether he should understand or not.

This girl probably heard this uncle's 'allusion' from somewhere, but what does your shy look mean?

Little brat, what do you understand?

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

While Liu Cang was cleaning up the stove, a coherent but uneven rhythm came from the courtyard.

Obviously, the little girl has only been learning the piano for a short time and is far from reaching the level where she will be praised by future generations.

Liu Cang was amused in his heart. He played the harp and whistled the gun, and the gun followed the harp's will. I am learning to play the harp and make fire. No one else has this level of artistic conception.

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

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