In the Qingyang Bookstore, Gong Liang wrote vigorously and wrote down the Eastern characters and their meanings taught by the old Confucian scholars one by one.
Migu sat next to the daddy, lying on a small table with a small writing brush, writing and drawing non-stop.
Every time she writes a few times, she raises her head and twists her butt, as if there are nails piercing her below. Then she turns her head to look at Daddy. After finding that Daddy is still working, she picks up the small brush and lies on the table to write.
Painting. After just a few moments, the little guy returned to his old ways, twitching his butt and looking around, without a moment of peace.
Beside her, Yuan Gungun was also writing with a brush.
Its characters are not like those of Migu, which are like snake-like crawling insects, crooked and messy.
At a glance, there is a gentle and delicate air coming to your face.
If you look carefully, the words written by it are as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water; they are also like Luan and Phoenix flying together, and they are very charming. Looking at the serious and serious way of writing, those who don't know think that the person holding the pen to write is a gentle and pleasant person.
Even if you kill me, you won't believe that this is a cute and cute big-headed panda.
"Hey, I've finally finished writing it. I almost died from exhaustion trying to write this crappy book."
After Gong Liang finished writing the last word, he threw away the pen and rested directly against the pavilion pillar.
"Hey, if you had put all your thought into selling meatballs, wouldn't it have been done long ago? Why wait until now?" the old Confucian who was reading next to him said disdainfully.
"Master, you have students to support you, but I don't have the filial piety of those little guys. If you want to support your family, if you don't sell meatballs, how can I feed these guys? Don't look at Xiaomi Gu, this little guy has a big appetite, and
That idiot is just a loser. How can I live my life if I don't make some money?"
Gongliang became acquainted with the old Confucian scholar, and was not burdened by the relationship between master and disciple, so he spoke much more casually.
The old Confucian waved his hand and said: "If you don't want to listen to your noise, show me the dictionary you copied between Dahuangwen and Dongtuwen."
Gongliang handed over a thick dictionary on the table.
He thought about this dictionary name a lot, but finally chose this name because it sounded more pleasant to his ears.
In the early days, he used to write the words and meanings taught by Confucius on animal skins, but the animal skins were too thick, so it didn't take long for him to accumulate a thick pile of them.
As a last resort, he had to find paper, cut it into a long paper sixty centimeters long and forty centimeters wide, tied it with a rope to make a huge book, and copied it again with a homemade quill dipped in ink.
He would also draw pictures on some words involving animals, plants or objects. So that after copying, the number of words was twice as long as before.
It's not bad, he just explained the meaning of the words in a superficial way. If it were as detailed as the dictionary in the previous life, I guess he wouldn't be able to reach that level even if he wrote it for a hundred years.
When Mi Gu saw Daddy stopping to rest, he immediately dropped the small brush and flew over to hug Daddy's neck and rub it.
Gongliang would not be deceived by her flattering appearance. He held her in front of her and asked, "Have you finished writing the calligraphy that daddy taught you?"
"I've already written it all." Mi Gu nodded vigorously.
"Go get it and take a look."
Migu immediately flew over and took what he had written.
As soon as Gong Liang saw what she had written, he felt extremely heartbroken. It was as if the words had been placed on the road, run over by cars, and tortured by wind, sun, rain and rain. They were a mess.
It was hard to catch the eye. But seeing that the little guy could still finish writing, Gongliang had to encourage him a few words without conscience, "Our Migu is really good. He has finished writing all the words that dad taught him."
"Yeah," Migu nodded proudly.
She is the fastest at writing, unlike Gungun, who is slow and has not finished writing yet.
"Gongliang, I've finished writing too."
Just as I was thinking about it, Yuan Gungun appeared immediately.
This guy ran over with his handwriting in his hand, put it in front of Gong Liang, and screamed for him to read.
Gongliang took the paper covered with words in front of his eyes and looked at it. It looked like words! Looking at the words written by Migu, it can be described as "horrible". It seems that he can't let this little guy write in the future.
Anyway, she already knows how to do it, so she doesn’t have to write it down.
Most of the texts recorded in the dictionary comparing Dahuangwen and Dongtuwen were explained in Huangwen. It was impossible to find Huangwen to record them, so Gongliang used the Chinese of the previous life instead. Anyway, he was reading this thing, so he didn't have to worry about it.
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The old Confucian flipped through it. Although there was some Chinese in it, it was just a few words and he could still understand it.
"good."
The old Confucian affirmed Gongliang's hard work during this period and said: "Although some words and sentences in the dictionary are unclear and the meanings are unclear, they are better than easy to understand, especially the use of these symbols, which is really better than today's Zhubi broken sentences.
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"I'm just writing casually, don't ask for too much. If I hadn't been afraid that I would go to Dongtu and see the words I didn't understand and no one would ask, I wouldn't have worked so hard to write this dictionary. Now it's better, all the Dongtu characters are gone
In the book, it can be said that 'With a book in hand, I have the world, and I will never ask for help from anyone else.'"
Gong Liang patted the dictionary he had made comparing Dahuangwen and Dongtuwen, and said proudly.
"Ha ha ha ha"
The old Confucian laughed loudly.
After a while, he said: "My little friend, you are overthinking. What is recorded in your dictionary is only the writing that has been circulated for a long time in our Eastern soil and is relatively popular among various countries. If you want to understand Eastern soil with this dictionary,
All words are undoubtedly nonsense."
"How do you say that?" Gongliang was stunned when he heard this.
The old Confucian touched the white beard under his chin and said: "In the Eastern Land, there are many countries. Among them, the most widespread and popular one is the characters in the dictionary, also known as 'Feiyun Seal'. Do you see that font?
As elegant as flying clouds.”
Gong Liang took a look and found that it was indeed the case.
"In addition to Feiyun seal script, there are also ancient seal script, Jin seal script, large seal script, and small seal script in Dongtu. There are also different seal scripts among the countries. For example, there is 'Yu seal script' in Da Yu Kingdom, and in Daxia
'Xia Seal' was called 'Qin Seal' in the Da Qin Dynasty, and it was divided into jade chopsticks, iron wire seals, Miao seals and so on due to different types."
Gongliang didn't expect that there were so many seals, and his head was almost dizzy.
The old Confucian took a sip of tea and said: This is only the writing of my Eastern Territory. Other places and tribes also have their own writings, such as the Sanskrit of the West, the Haishu of the Sea Tribe, the hydrology of the land and water tribes, the monsters of the Monster Tribe, etc.
There are also some spiritual animals that have their own writing, such as the dragon seal script of the true dragon clan, the phoenix seal script of the true phoenix clan, and the insect seal script, which is the bird script of birds. In fact, the so-called writing is just a way for spiritual beings to communicate with each other.
It is just a bridge created to facilitate communication between people. It is not difficult to do it if you are willing to do it. But speaking of it, the most mysterious writing between heaven and earth is the divine script."
"What is the divine seal script?" Gong Liang asked curiously.
"Divine writing is the writing created by the innate gods in ancient times. The gods are nurtured by heaven and earth. They can be said to be the sons of heaven and earth. The writings created are all based on the meaning of the words. Often one word is a sentence, a chapter, or an article.
, is unpredictable and has endless mysteries. Although the Immortal Seal Script is not as good as the divine writings created by the innate gods, it is not much different, and it is difficult for mortals to understand it."
Gongliang didn't expect that there were so many words in the world. He was dumbfounded for a moment, and then asked after a while: "Master, how many words do you know?"
The old Confucian glanced at him and turned his palm over, looking quite arrogant.
Gong Liang swallowed and said in disbelief: "Master, you didn't say you knew ten languages, did you?"
The old Confucian touched the white beard under his chin and said: "I am old and inexperienced, so I like these things. I have learned a few more after going back and forth."
This old man is really a great man. Gongliang couldn't help but ask: "What kind of writing does Master know?"
"I'm proficient in Huangwen and seven kinds of Eastern seal scripts, and I know a little bit about Shenwen and Xianzhuan."
"Didn't you say that the divine writings and immortal seal scripts are extremely mysterious? Why have you studied them?" Gong Liang said in surprise.
The old Confucian smiled and said: "It is precisely because of the mystery that I have to study it. You are still young and don't understand. Reading the words that directly point to the origin of the Dao makes people feel like they are enlightened, as if they are between heaven and earth, and they are in a state of ecstasy. It's very
wonderful."
Gongliang didn't expect that the master was so knowledgeable. After thinking about it, he suddenly had an idea and said: "Master, how about you also write the divine seal script and let me compile it into a book. Then you can use it to teach me."
Students and children can avoid being shelved in a high cabinet and the inheritance will be cut off in the future."
"this"
When the old Confucian heard Gongliang's suggestion, he thought deeply for a while.