Chapter 26 Analects of Confucius

Sun Shao looked at the busy bridge and Qiao Ying, and was a little distressed and happy. He leaned over to the bridge and pretended to take a look, and then said with concern, "Oh, it's really hot. It's blistering. Mom, I think you'd better go to bed early.

The bridge was looking up and fanning from Qiao Ying to her mouth. Looking at Sun Shao's insincere appearance, he immediately understood his intention. He stared and scolded, "He said he wanted to study hard in the morning, and now he wants to escape again? Even the Analects are afraid. What else do you participate in?

"Just an Analects of Confucius?" Sun Shao was stunned for a moment, pointed to the pile of bamboo slips, and asked in disbelief.

"Of course, it's the Analects." The bridge said angrily, "Twenty articles of the Analects, one soap bag for each article. Go and count it to see if it's twenty soap bags."

Sun Shao patted his head, and then realized that he was scared by this huge number, but he didn't expect that it was not the time of the information explosion in his previous life, and there were no brick-like big things to see. Twenty Analects of Confucius, which don't seem to be much, are a little scary when it comes to bamboo slips. On the other hand, he thought that in this way, it is actually not good to learn rich five cars. There are so many bamboo slips in the Analects of Confucius with only more than 15,000 words. If the crooked books he has read are written into bamboo slips, shouldn't it be full of a room? We are still a talent, and we are talented.

"Hey hey hey..." Sun Shao covered up and laughed a few times. "Mom, you're wrong about me. I'm not afraid of reading. I just think you're hot. If you talk more, wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

The bridge nodded and smiled: "In this way, you are full of filial piety."

Sun Shao quickly patted his chest and said aggrievedly, "That's it! It didn't wrong me."

"Then... Why don't you review it by yourself today and memorize the previously unfamiliar chapters first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow?"

Before the bridge finished speaking, Sun Shao had fallen to the ground with a "plop". He slapped the bamboo mat under the bridge in grief and indignation, and secretly scolded himself, asking you to pretend, let you pretend. This pretended to be a disaster. Originally, he could still be secretly lazy, but now he had to recite it, which was a complete tragedy.

Seeing that he was in such pain, the bridge couldn't help laughing softly, and her mouth didn't seem to hurt so much. She patted Sun Shao on the back and said softly, "Aman, your filial piety is commendable. Your mother is very gratified. Don't be too anxious. Just memorize it first. If there is anything you don't understand, I will tell you then. Although you didn't work very hard before, you still have the foundation after all. Now you can review it again and barely cope with it by participating in the goblet meeting. Xiaoyue, ask someone to move these bamboo slips to the young master's house and prepare more lamp oil. Your family will work hard.

Qiao Yue forced her to laugh and left. After a while, he called two servants and carried a pile of bamboo slips to Sun Shao's own room. Sun Shao had no choice but to retreat with a bitter gourd face.

Back to her room, Qiao Yue had packed up the bookcase and lit up the bronze oil lamp. Sun Shao sat by the bookcase, glanced at the pile of bamboo slips, pulled out the soap bag with the "Xueyi" label on it, opened the silk rope feebly, took out the seven or eight-inch-long bamboo slips from it, and spread it on the bookcase. At a glance, the scalp suddenly exploded.

In the middle of the bamboo slip is the text of black ink, and many small words are written next to it with a red pen, which are dense and several times more than the text. He took a closer look and found that it was all the silk handwriting of the bridge. It seemed that these were her reading experience. Sun Shao was a little worried. In the end, she wouldn't ask herself to remember all these, would she? That's really crazy.

"Young master, study hard. I'll wait outside. Just call me if you need anything." Seeing that Sun Shao's face was not good, Qiao Yue didn't dare to stay any longer. She said timidly and went out gently.

Several families were happy and several families were worried. When Sun Shao was studying hard, Qiao Zheng and Qiao Ying were smiling red.

"Madam, the young master has been busy all day today. I'm afraid I can't read too late at night." Qiao Ying laughed and advised softly.

The bridge glanced at her and smiled softly, "I'm just laughing at him. How can I ask him to memorize all the Analects tonight? It's just that he used to study to deal with errands. He thought about it, but he didn't know where his heart had gone. It's not as good as reading seriously as a child. Alas--" Daqiao remembered that when Sun Shao was seven or eight years old, he often took her hand and walked with her to read the Analects like a parrot. When he grew up, his mind shifted to learning martial arts, and then I don't dare to sit down and study hard, so I can't help but feel a little sorry. If you could work hard at that time, how could you make up for it now?

When Qiao Ying saw the bridge thinking about it, she also remembered Sun Shao's attachment to the bridge. They said that it was a mother and son, but in fact, they were only 12 years apart. At that time, the bridge did not know how to take care of the children at all. She was very clumsy. She was more like a sister than her mother. The young Sun Shao used to be a spiritual sustenance of the bridge, but later Sun Shao grew up and devoted himself to practicing martial arts. He no longer had the original attachment. The two were much more estranged. Now Sun Shao's dream of official career has been shattered. On the contrary, he is much closer to the bridge, which is unfortunate for Sun Shao, but it is not a good thing for the bridge. She whispered, "But then again, the young master's filial piety to his wife is not a little fake."

"I know this." The bridge was silent for a moment and said, "That's why I hope he will study hard. It's not possible to lead soldiers. It's always okay to be an individual official, right? If it really doesn't work, I have to pull down this face and beg him.

Qiao Ying didn't say anything. She frowned slightly and seemed to be a little worried. She sat silently for a moment, and then whispered, "Madam, in my opinion, it's better not to do this more. The young master's identity is special. Even if she doesn't lead soldiers, doing an idle job will inevitably cause doubts. In the officialdom, if there is a slight mistake, it is possible I'm worried about my life.

"This..." Daqiao's lips opened and wanted to refute a few words, but his eyes flashed and then dimmed: "That's right, even people like Sun Guoyi won't let go, let alone A Man's ** identity. It's just..." The bridge stopped talking, and finally said nothing, with a long sigh.

Qiao Ying couldn't bear it and advised, "Madam, the young master has finally seen it. Don't provoke him anymore. Although he is talking and laughing now, he, a person who has never interacted with businessmen, is going to do business. I'm afraid that he is also a little angry. Maybe he still has the idea of breaking a broken pot. When his wife teaches him to read, she still takes the opportunity to enlighten him more. If he can really do knowledge and don't get a handle for others, he won't want to be supreme. It's too bad for him. After all, the foundation of Jiangdong still has a great credit for the rebellious general (Sun Ce).

As soon as Sun Ce was mentioned, the bridge's face became a little gloomy. Qiao Ying looked at it and regretted it. She had to stop talking and pulled the topic away. However, the bridge was a little absent-minded, and she could no longer smile as before.

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