Chapter 118 Is it a joy?

"Hmm? The rest are yours. I'll make three more for you, so that you can give it to anyone you want in the future." After Wang Ge finished speaking, he was no longer distracted.

The words on the goblet are kept ink. She doesn't understand the small seal script, and she can't tell whether the writing is standardized, so she can't count it as good or bad. However, it is a basic skill of a wood carver, especially just engraving, so she can use the Yin carving technique and outline it according to the strokes of the words on the goblet.

I will make three more for you, and I will give you whoever you want... Xie Ji was happy with his lips pursed. He was willing to listen to these words, but he read them right.

This goblet is an antique and cannot be brought to the bottom of the cliff according to the rules. He gave dozens of bows from the Sili-secret Master Bian, and held the torch-like eyes of "Bian Chouhu" for a long time. When he cried for a long time, Master Bian promised him to take it away for half a day and ordered that he must return it tomorrow morning.

Xie Ji was obsessed with this wooden goblet, not only because it was written on it, but because it was the "small seal script" of the Qin Dynasty during the period when the Qin Dynasty first unified the writing, but not the "regular seal script" at the moment. It is also because the standard style of this goblet is rare, and it is likely to be the standard seven-faced goblet in the Qin Dynasty!

If Wang Ge generously transferred the profits he had worked hard to give to others easily, Xie Ji didn't know whether he would make friends with her sincerely in the future, but he would never bother to help her find antiques.

"Hu." He liked Wang Ge's expression of carving more and more, and came to her and blew wood chips with her.

"Tsk, stay away from the knife."

"snort!"

At this time, Liu Bo and his fellow disciples fell down from the cliff slope together. The sky was already dark and the moonlight could not shine on the tranquil vines under their feet. They fell a lot. If a fellow disciple surnamed Meng had not been quick to put his eyes on the tree and grabbed him with one hand, this person would have been rolled downhill and injured.

Fortunately, there was no danger, so Liu Bo picked up the fallen cloth bag.

After entering the barrier area, they hurried to the kitchen, but there was no late meal. Several fellow disciples returned first, and Liu Bo picked up two bundles of fine branches along the way and exchanged firewood with the chef.

A good appearance makes the profit. There are still steamed cakes left in the kitchen. The chef warms up Liu Bo and scoops more vegetable sauce for him. He finished eating directly in the kitchen. When he came back, he passed by Wang Ge's tent. The door of the tent had been lowered, and a yellow dizzy was hidden.

He slowed down his pace a little, unconsciously stroked the stone in the cloth bag on his waist, and then accelerated his return.

There were thirty-one formal schoolchildren who studied the Five Classics of University in Qinghezhuang. He was recommended by the prefect of the county, and he was also the poorest among all the students. His father's salary was almost entirely spent on brush and ink, especially ink, which was extremely expensive and ordinary people could not make ink at all.

When Liu Bo practices calligraphy at home, he often scrapes the ash from the bottom of the pot, adds some pork fat and mixes it together, and can be used and written on bamboo slices. Before entering school, his mother asked him: "You are thirteen, and it's time to see each other according to the principle. Do you have any idea about everything, but have a girl you like in your heart?"

The meaning of the heart is joy. Liu Bo only knows the meaning between the lines, but he doesn't know why this taste is? However, when my mother asked, the one that immediately appeared in his mind was Wang Ge.

Only Wang Ge.

Is it Xinyue her? It must be no, at least it has not reached the point where Xiaomei Wang Xiaoming misses her all the time.

But he admired her.

Her perseverance, independence, the ambition of a craftsman, and her seriousness and sincerity in carving were the same as when he was studying and practicing calligraphy. If he held hands with her, he would at least not get tired of each other. He would encourage her to move forward bravely towards the craftsman's path, and she would definitely be the kind of bride who looked down on money and encouraged him to study and be ambitious.

Since he knew his feelings, Liu Bo faced it calmly. In the future, he would not be afraid of hardship. At least he would have a future, so that she would be willing to make a promise, so that she and her family could follow him and endure less hardship in the future.

He took out the stone he picked out, which was rare in color. He moved the stone at the corner of the tent to his knees and began to grind the green stones. Don’t forget that he is also a craftsman, so grinding a stone hairpin should be no problem.

Zizheng time.

Xie Ju didn't go back tonight, and hugged in a corner of Wang Ge's tent, and was already asleep. Wang Ge was also sleepy, but he couldn't sleep. He blew out the candle and came out of the tent to get a cool air. When he turned around, he was so scared that he was extremely awake. A bird more than a foot long and looked like an eagle and a bird standing on the top of her tent. She moved her footsteps lightly and looked for its eyes in the moonlight... Is this an eagle? Are you asleep?

She coughed lightly.

Another bird of prey, which is more than twice as powerful as this bird, flew to the top of the tent and kicked the bird away with one foot. This bird of prey was obviously a falcon, but after occupying the territory, it also slightly hindered the little bean eyes.

Oh, Wang Ge understands that the eagle must sleep at night. Xie's tamed falcon must know Xie's breath. Wherever he slept, there will be falcons following him.

Early the next morning.

Xie Ju took away the wooden goblet, and Wang Ge was relieved. He was really afraid that he would lose this antique and he could not afford to lose all his money.

Master Zuo will not talk about "Er Ya" for the time being, so he will lead the students to the Qinghezhuang area first and listen to Master Cai's explanation of the "Book of Songs".

What? Go to Qinghezhuang area to listen to the study? Sima Nandi, who was dressed in brown, became anxious and pretended to be inaudible to the Master's anger, ran back to the tent to change his clothes.

Zuo Master Zuo was majestic and didn't like her, so he immediately ordered his maid to pull Sima Nan out. The little guy didn't change into a new dress, and his head was half hung behind his head, and his embarrassment was not as good as before.

So she followed the team and cried. The other disciples who had just turned four were uncomfortable when they woke up early, so they cried. When they arrived at the Qinghezhuang area, Sima Nandi was laughing loudly in the direction of Liu Bo, and the stupid children were still crying.

Wang Ge frowned. He didn't understand the five-year-old girl, why did she really like the young man?

Xie Ji whispered: "Sima's fellow disciple said that she is the handsomest little lady in the world."

Wang Ge nodded, indeed handsome.

"So, her future husband must be the handsomeest man in this world."

It makes sense, she nodded again.

"She swears that in the future, she will either marry Wang Tian, ​​the son of the prefect, or marry Liu Bo, a child prodigy."

Wang Ge... Well, it's not true that I'm happy, it's the child who judges people by his appearance. Every time I see Liu Bo, I want to take a few more glances, let alone the little lady.

Xie Ju continued to laugh and said, "Wang Tian's appearance is the best in the world, and he is even more naughty and unruly! When he met Sima Nan's first time, he used sword techniques to scare the little girl and cough... and peeed her pants."

"This, Wang Xiaolang has to be beaten?"

"Oh. My father said that except for New Year's Eve to Lantern Festival, Wang Xiaolang was beaten all day."

At this time, Master Cai began to explain the poem "Zi Jin" in the Book of Songs. This poem comes from "Zheng Feng", one of the "Fifteen National Styles".

All school children do not need the Master’s advice, sit upright and silent.

"What is Qingqing Zi's robe? The robe is a 'collar '? The robe is a slanted collar, and the slanted collar is connected to the robe, so the robe is called the 'collar '. Qingqing collar is a robe, which is the robe of the students. You cannot use the robe and the robe to interpret the word 'qingqing'..."

Wang Gezhen regretted not taking the bamboo slips and came over with a knife. Xie Ji pointed at his head slightly, indicating that he remembered it all.

After listening to this for an hour, Master Cai took a break.

Master Zuo said: "All disciples, please contact the seniors of the university to ask questions you have when you have learned on weekdays. Go and go back with me in half an hour."

Sima Nandi was the first to run towards Liu Bo as if he had let go of the cage. She stared at her eyes and her little head-up pattern came out. "Senior brother, I have a question."

"Cough." Liu Bo pointed at his throat.

Meng, who was next to him, explained to him: "Liu was in a cold yesterday and couldn't speak. If any female disciple had any questions, I will answer them on behalf of her."

Sili School Commander: Ancient official name, the old name was "Huhu". He supervised the capital and surrounding officials. At the beginning of the Han Dynasty, the Thirteen Prefectures were established, and the governor was established, and the Sili School Commander was appointed. The Western Jin Dynasty continued the Han system and after crossing the river, this position was abolished.
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