Seeing the choice in front of him, Zhao Lang suddenly smiled.

He had encountered this option before, but unfortunately it appeared together with papermaking.

So he didn't choose.

Now that it appears again, how could he let it go.

As for his proficiency in calligraphy, it is also very good. After all, Zhao Lang was in his twenties in his previous life.

The characters still look like chicken claws.

But this is nothing compared to the encyclopedia of block letters.

So Zhao Lang chose block letters without hesitation.

"Sir, I don't want to write anymore."

Zhao Lang gritted his teeth and said.

Suddenly, all the teenagers in the yard looked over, and Zhao Xie on the side also raised his head.

At this time, Kong Jia raised the ruler he had just put down again.

Although he was hired by someone, he will not relax the principles he should have.

What's more, in his heart, this is still the battlefield between him and Qin Shihuang.

"Why, if you don't explain the reason, I will punish you ten times today!"

Kong Jia said sternly.

"Because...my hands feel a little uncomfortable today."

Zhao Lang didn't want to argue with the other party at all.

Because unlike his father, these old Confucian scholars are all educated trolls!

If you argue with him, he will start from ancient times in a minute, and then quote scriptures to make you useless.

As far as trolling is concerned, Confucianism can be said to be the well-deserved number one.

Think about it, someone else invented the word scolding war.

Taking swearing to the level of war, some people have actually been scolded to death!

Therefore, he just wants to complete the task and get the reward.

Kong Jia snorted coldly at this time and said,

"I just saw you leading people over the wall this morning. You were very agile."

"Keep writing! In addition, I will carve ten volumes of bamboo slips!"

Upon hearing the punishment, Zhao Lang took a deep breath.

In the past few days, he has also tried to carve characters on bamboo slips, which is simply not a job for humans.

And if you do this, the task will not be completed.

Zhao Lang could only bite the bullet and say,

"Sir, this character is too difficult to write. The more I write, the more I want to sleep."

As soon as Zhao Lang finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter behind him.

Zhao Lang immediately looked over angrily, wanting to see which ignorant boy dared to laugh at him.

But they found out that it was Zhao Xie, the disciple brought here by Kong Jia.

Kong Jia also frowned slightly. He was educating Zhao Lang. It's inappropriate for you to make fun of him.

Zhao Xie reacted quickly, his face returned to seriousness, he stood up and said,

"Sir, although you are the master of Zhuangzi, I was invited back by you."

"But the way to study is inherently difficult, but how many people want to learn but fail, so how can you give up halfway?"

Hearing this, Kong Jia also nodded.

Zhao Lang actually agreed with this statement, but the current situation did not allow him to surrender.

Continue to be brave,

"It's not that I don't want to learn, it's just that there are too many gestures in this character and it's too complicated. It would be nice if it could be simpler."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Jia frowned.

Just then, someone else said,

"Sir, I think it's too difficult. I studied for several days and now I can't even write my name."

"If the words could be simpler, we would definitely be able to learn them."

Zhao Lang looked back and saw that he was going to die.

Good boy, my love for you is not in vain. I know how to share the firepower at this time.

Other teenagers also spoke out one after another.

Kong Jia looked at it and regained his composure, and then said,

"You all think this word is too complicated?"

The teenagers almost nodded in unison.

Kong Jia put down the ruler and said,

"It doesn't matter, I'm just worried. I just want you to learn calligraphy as soon as possible because you are old."

"But I haven't told you properly about the origin of Chinese characters and their importance to China."

"You know, since the beginning of Pangu, the universe has been vast and humans have been like rutted dogs..."

When Zhao Lang heard this, he felt weak.

Sure enough, what he feared most came.

This old Confucian scholar actually started talking about it from the beginning of the world!

After a while, Kong Jia finally said,

"Then Cangjie created characters and received visions from heaven. Every stroke and every painting was a labor of love for the predecessors."

"Look at it now, how can this word be simplified?"

After hearing this, the teenagers in the yard all showed solemn expressions.

At this time, even his most die-hard people said,

"Master, what you said is right. Let's practice calligraphy."

Zhao Lang also scratched his hair in pain.

Because what the old Confucian scholar said is quite right: writing is an extremely important feature and symbol of a civilization.

Look at the whole world.

Chinese is the only remaining ideographic language.

It cannot be changed at will.

But he has block letters!

In order to get a complete collection of block letters, Zhao Lang must just do this.

"Sir, you are right. This word cannot be changed at will."

A faint smile suddenly appeared on Kong Jia's face. Being able to convince these tough-minded students was a sense of accomplishment for him.

But before the smile widened, he heard Zhao Lang say,

"But this does not mean that this word cannot be changed and should not be changed!"

"In ancient times, the ancestors used pictures to draw, then there were Zhongdingwen, then there were large editions, and now there are small editions."

"Words are being simplified step by step. Aren't we today as smart as the ancients?"

The more Kong Jia listened, the deeper his frown deepened. After Zhao Lang finished speaking, he said coldly,

"That's total nonsense!"

"How can we compare with the ancient sages!"

He is a descendant of Confucius. According to Zhao Lang, it would be disrespectful to his ancestors.

So it is impossible for him to agree with this statement.

Zhao Lang couldn't help but sigh.

Is Confucianism strong or not?

Strong, you can say very strong.

Otherwise, the rest of the schools of thought would not have been defeated.

But the shortcoming is also very fatal, that is, it regards the ancient classics as insurmountable rules.

Then create a prison for yourself and stay on your own terms.

China suffered a lot as a result.

Having said this, Zhao Lang decided to go all out. It was just a matter of offending a teacher, and it was nothing compared to getting a regular script.

If you make this husband angry and leave, just find another one.

So he said,

“Why can’t today’s people compare to the ancients?”

"If that were the case, then we should still be wearing animal skins and living in the wild."

"It is precisely by making progress step by step that China's glory can be achieved."

Zhao Lang stood up at this time and turned his attention to the teenagers in the yard.

He didn't care whether the old Confucian scholar heard these words, as long as these young men could understand them.

"What we have to do is learn from the experience of our ancestors, and then keep moving forward and making continuous progress!"

"Therefore, a disciple does not have to be inferior to a teacher, and a teacher does not have to be better than a disciple."

Zhao Lang made his final explanation using the words of Han Yu (Tang Dynasty).
Chapter completed!