If he wanted to establish communism in the Tang Dynasty, wouldn't he be seeking death? After a short period of thinking, Meng Xinghe gave up his idea of preaching.
After entering the house, he rearranged the wing room that had been kneaded by Ma Wencai and finally restored it to its original appearance.
Meng Xinghe was idle in the room, feeling that he had nothing to do, so he simply picked up the brush beside him and practiced calligraphy. He was writing calligraphy like a dragon and a snake, while Xiao Wuzi squatted beside him and looked around, his mind full of question marks.
He didn't recognize any of Master Meng's characters. He was confused in his heart and naturally said curiously: "Master, what are those cross-shaped things with tails on the paper? How come I have never seen them before?"
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"Uh!" Meng Xinghe didn't dare to tell Xiaowuzi that he had taken out the love letter he wrote to his girlfriend in English in college in college and retorted back and forth out of boredom. He was also afraid that Xiaowuzi would have trouble understanding it, so he had to say against his will: "Oh! This thing,
It’s called Oracle Bone Script, it’s normal that you can’t understand it, there aren’t many people in the world who can understand it.”
"Oracle bone inscriptions?" Xiaowuzi nodded, seeming to be interested in oracle bone inscriptions. He pointed at the oracle bone inscriptions on the paper and asked: "Master, how do you read these oracle bone inscriptions?"
When did this kid become interested in studying? Meng Xinghe looked along Xiaowuzi's hand. Among the dense English words, Xiaowuzi's finger was pointing at the words "Love Tiger Oil".
Damn it! Meng Xinghe was a little embarrassed. Xiaowuzi just pointed a finger and hit the most powerful target. The corner of his mouth was cramped, but he still managed to say: "This, these words, read "Love Tiger Oil!" are used.
To describe a woman who is beautiful and a man who is handsome!"
"As God testifies, I never meant to deceive Xiaowuzi!" Meng Xinghe prayed silently for himself and dared to accept the love letter. Knowing that Xiaowuzi was now learning and applying it, he said something in English awkwardly: "Master, love
Tiger oil!”
I'm sweating! I'm sweating like crazy! I finally feel the feeling of shooting myself in the foot. It's so painful that I can't express it! I randomly misinterpreted the meaning of the words, but I didn't expect that Xiaowuzi expressed the wrong meaning, and I deserved to be unlucky.
"Love tiger oil, love tiger oil. Master, love tiger oil!" After learning a sentence in English, Xiao Wuzi was so happy that he loved tiger oil with open mouth and loved tiger oil with closed mouth. Meng Xinghe wanted to die.
A woman told him that loving tiger oil can satisfy his vanity. Guan Jian is the fifth son and he is a man. She said to Meng Xinghe: Young Master, I love tiger oil, which made him want to vomit.
In order to prevent himself from having a stomachache, Meng Xinghe had to stop and said: "Okay, I know I'm handsome, don't let the tiger come and go and make my balls hurt!"
"Yes! Mr. Love Tiger Oil!" Xiao Wuzi replied happily.
I couldn't stand it anymore. Meng Xinghe was going crazy and wanted to find someone to vent to. He didn't know where the courage came from, so he said angrily: "Little Five, I order you to shut up immediately. Go out and prepare dinner.
Otherwise, don't blame me for cutting your tongue and leaving you unable to speak for the rest of your life."
If you don't take some strong medicine, you won't know how to stop! Xiaowuzi immediately shut up and ran sideways out of the wing.
The whole world finally woke up. Meng Xinghe weighed the love letter in his hand, kneaded it with both hands in a vindictive manner, and smashed it out of the window.
After throwing away the love letter written in English, with nothing to do, Meng Xinghe simply picked up a book that was required for the imperial examination and started studying it.
He held back his energy, and despite the numbness in his scalp, he read the thick "The Analects" from beginning to end. With his super memory in his previous life and the interpretations of many Chinese scholars, he was able to read it all
After reading "The Analects of Confucius" thoroughly, it is not a problem to draw inferences from one instance to another.
With the idea of taking a break, Meng Xinghe put down his book, walked to the window, and looked around. He had extremely strong eyesight. He looked around and saw the clear autumn sky with no clouds. He caught a glimpse of the top of Yandang Mountain, and occasionally a few black spots flew by.
He disappeared without a trace in an instant. Thinking of the coach driver chatting about the strange stories at the foot of Yandang Mountain, I suddenly felt a little more curious about the man who used the bow to guide the arrow.
Standing quietly in front of the window, like a stone statue. Unknowingly, the setting sun gradually set in the west, and countless crows and birds flew away in the forest. Between the distant mountains and near the water, blood-red maple leaves danced in the wind. A trace of nostalgia flashed in Meng Xinghe's eyes, and he thought about it.
In the fragrant hills covered with red maples in Beijing, the parents at home and the beautiful wife who had been reduced to private property, all the tenderness crept up on their brows and they chanted softly.
"The red leaves are fluttering in the evening, and a ladle of Changting wine is taken.
The floating clouds return to Taihua, and the sparse rain passes through the middle strip.
The colors of the trees are shining brightly, and the sound of the river is far away into the sea.
The imperial town will arrive tomorrow, especially since I dreamed of fishing and woodcutting."
There is no arrogance or sensationalism. It is rare for Meng Xinghe to sing freely, and the artistic conception flows out naturally.
A ray of autumn wind blew away Meng Xinghe's thoughts. Just as he was returning to his dream, a low greeting suddenly came from behind him: "Brother Meng, are you homesick?"
Meng Xinghe had already guessed who it was by hearing people's voices. He turned around, gave a salute, and said respectfully: "Mr. Du came to my humble residence, and I apologize for the delay in greeting him from afar."
"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter!" Du Ruhui took a step forward, looked out the window with a strange look on his face, and naturally recited the verse that Meng Xinghe had just recited.
"I will arrive in the Imperial Township tomorrow, You Zimeng Yuqiao——"
Although Du Ruhui was worshiped by the minister, he was a very popular minister. When he read these two poems, he couldn't help but feel sad. He had lived in the imperial hometown for many years, served the country and the country, and served in the army all his life. Today, Xishan is declining, and his nostalgia for his hometown is extremely strong. It is a pity that
I couldn't find the right words to describe it in my heart, and now I had to hear a shocking sentence. Du Ruhui was also addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.
"The beauty of poetry lies in being confused." Meng Xinghe smiled awkwardly and saw that the prime minister of a country was actually introduced into a virtual artistic conception by the poems he had plagiarized. He hurriedly asked: "I wonder what you are doing here, sir?"
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Du Ruhui shook his head and sighed, returning to reality. His deep gaze fell on Meng Xinghe, and then he asked earnestly: "Brother Meng, do you have something to ask me today?"
"Asking for advice?" Meng Xinghe wondered in his heart, Du Ruhui is a literary master, what can be difficult for him? Why should he ask for advice? "Sir, please tell me, students should give their best."
"Well -" Du Ruhui thought for a long time, and then said with great care: "Brother Meng, I once met a high-ranking person in Chang'an Imperial College, and we once discussed the words "Learn worldly affairs, study in separate subjects, and take exams in separate subjects."
, complaining that I am stupid and don’t know the secret. Today I saw that my little brother is very knowledgeable, so I came here specially and would like to hear your opinions. "