Master Kong Zhongni

Chapter 165 Tu Qiu School (4K4)

At sunset, Tian Heng finished his day's work and returned home in a carriage.

Although it is not too far from the gate of Tian Mansion to the dining hall for daily meals, every time Tian Heng passes this road, he has to walk for a long time.

There is no way, there are too many diners coming in and out on this road, every time Tian Heng sees someone, he has to stop and say a few words to them.

It's not about asking for warmth, it's about maintaining friendship.

Although some words are not from the heart, but these things have to be done.

Spreading favors and winning people's hearts are the family rules set by his father Tian Qi.

And these diners under him are also the foundation for Tian Heng to gain a foothold in the Tian family.

So no matter how annoying and tiring he is, Tian Heng has consistently implemented the rules of courtesy and virtuous corporals day after day.

But people are always tired. If you don't do things sincerely, you will only increase your fatigue over time and make yourself burnout.

In this regard, Tian Heng also has his own mediation method.

He walked into the dining room, exhaled a long breath, and sat down in front of a few tables.

The maidservants who had been waiting for a long time also hurriedly brought him winter ice drinks to relieve his fatigue. Not long after, another cook came out holding a tripod, wok and other utensils.

They put the tripod and wok on the table in front of Tian Heng, added finely chopped wooden sticks underneath, and lit it with tinder made of dry grass.

After simmering on a low fire for a while, the oily soup base made of fish and shrimp in the cauldron began to churn and churn.

Tian Heng picked up a few slices of extremely thin mutton and rinsed them in the cauldron. When he saw that the meat turned white, he took it out in time.

Then, dip the mutton slices in the dipping sauce made with soy sauce and dogwood powder twice before slowly putting it into your mouth.

The delicious taste brought by the hot mutton constantly stimulated Tian Heng's taste buds, and he couldn't help but take a full sip of the winter ice drink to dispel the heat in his mouth.

After drinking a glass of water and wine, Tian Heng closed his eyes and recalled the taste: "It's comfortable, it's so comfortable!"

At this moment, he felt as if all the fatigue of the day had been dispelled, and the day-long struggle had paid off.

Mutton in winter, served with iced drinks and soy sauce, even the Emperor of Heaven, probably doesn’t enjoy it like I do, right?
At this time, if you listen to another piece of music, it will be even more beautiful.

Tian Heng thought of this, and shouted: "Where's the musician? Go and call me the musician!"

The maidservants heard Tian Heng's order and hurried out to call for someone.

Taking advantage of this time, Tian Heng picked up a few more slices of mutton and put them in another dipping sauce made of dried green plums and salt grains to taste the taste.

While chewing, Tian Heng commented objectively.

"Actually, it can't be said to be bad, but it's definitely not as delicious as soy sauce.

However, the acidity of green plums combined with the saltiness of salt grains can dissolve the smell and fat of mutton.

But since they are already eating sheep, what they want is the fatness, so comparing the two, soy sauce and mustard are better! "

Just when the food critic Tian Heng was commenting on today's meal, Yan Zhuozou was already waiting outside the door with Yaoqin in his arms.

"Tianzi."

Seeing him coming, Tian Heng put down his chopsticks and said with a smile, "Come in."

Yan Zhuozou came to the house and put down the Yaoqin, lifted the cloth covering the strings, adjusted the strings slightly, then straightened his back, and asked Tian Heng.

"What would you like to hear today?"

Tian Heng was trying a new flavor made by mixing the mustard and soy sauce on the side, and he choked and coughed again and again as soon as he took it.

While raising his sleeves to cover it up, he casually ordered, "Just play your best repertoire."

"Best?"

Yan Zhuozou was startled when he heard this, and then the benevolent face and kind smile of the Master appeared in his mind.

The son heard "Shao" in Qi, but he didn't know the taste of meat in March.

When the master was in Qi State, in order to learn "Shao", he couldn't taste the taste of meat for three months.

And "Shao" is also the first piece of music that the Master taught him.

Yan Zhuozou recalled the past experience, with mixed feelings in his heart: "Then I will play "Shao"."

""Shao"? Good! This is a good song."

Tian Heng is also very satisfied with Yan Zhuozou's selection, because "Shao" is the music of Yu Shun, and their Tian family is the descendant of Emperor Shun.

How could he not share it with his ancestors when he got such delicious food today?

After Yan Zhuozou got his affirmation, he closed his eyes and recalled the past memories, and plucked the piano with his fingertips.

The melodious music fluttered in the dining room. Tian Heng enjoyed the wonderful music, ate a mouthful of fat mutton, and drank a sip of fine wine. He felt that all his wishes in this life had been fulfilled.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, Tian Heng's eating speed also slowed down. He listened to the sound of the piano while cooking the meat.

At first, Tian Heng didn't feel anything wrong, but the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Tian Heng's brows became tighter and tighter, and even the chopsticks for shabu-shabu stopped moving.

"This... the rhythm is obviously correct, but why does the sound of the piano sound so sad today? Is your Yaoqin broken?"

Yan Zhuozou's piano sound stopped, and he put his hands on the Yaoqin to smooth the strings, and the dining room suddenly became quiet.

Yan Zhuozou said slowly, "Let me check it out."

He leaned down to adjust the strings, and then played another section.

When Tian Heng heard the sound of the piano, a smile appeared on his face: "That's right! You probably have used this Yaoqin for too long, and the rhythm is out of balance.

How about this, after you go down for a while, find the butcher to get some money, and go change a new Yaoqin. "

Yan Zhuozou shook his head and said, "It's not the piano's problem that the tune is sad, but because the strings are too tight, so the tune appears low, and if the tune is low, it will make people feel sad.

The tension of the strings also shows that this Yaoqin is made of good materials. It is obviously a good material, but it is used to play tunes that are not suitable for it. How can this not make people feel sad? "

Tian Heng was eating Zhenghuan, but when he heard Yan Zhuozou's words, he accidentally choked him to death with the mutton he just put in his mouth.

The maid who was waiting on the side hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him, Tian Heng finally regained his strength, he looked at Yan Zhuozou's serious face, and just remembered that he was rude.

How could this kind of words, which sound ordinary but actually have a gun and a stick, come out of Yan Zhuozou's mouth?

But at this moment, Tian Heng didn't have time to think too much, he hurriedly straightened his clothes and sat facing Yan Zhuozou.

"Do you think the position of luthier is not suitable for you? But I think your music is really wonderful!"

Yan Zhuozou shook his head and said: "What I eat is Tian's salary, and my position is also bestowed by Tian.

As the saying goes, eating the king's salary is a matter of loyalty to the king.

If you think I play the piano well, let me take the position of luthier, I have no complaints at all.

But I've heard that everything has its strengths and weaknesses.

Respectful and simple people can let them serve the lord and offer words of loyalty. This is something they can do well without effort.

It is also possible to let them lead the army to fight against powerful enemies and enemies, but this is against their nature, so even if they try their best, it will be difficult to succeed.

Well-known good horses like Qi and Ji can run thousands of miles, which is something they can easily do.

You can also put them in the palace and let them catch mice, but the effect of this is not as good as a newborn kitten.

Swords such as Tai'a and Longyuan are famous for their sharpness, but carpenters are not as good as using ordinary axes for chopping wood.

Is it the fault of the benevolent people that they cannot lead the army to fight?

Could it be the fault of such good horses as Qi and Ji that they could not catch mice?

If it can't be used for logging, should it be the fault of Tai Ah and Long Yuan?
I am a dull and ignorant person, unable to understand the reason, so I want to ask you the reason. "

After hearing this, Tian Heng couldn't help but look solemn.

He bowed his head apologetically and sincerely admitted his mistake to Yan Zhuozou: "I didn't know you were so talented before, but now I plan to adjust your 'strings' so that you can play suitable music. Can you make it?"

When Yan Zhuozou heard Tian Heng's words, he also leaned over and said: "If you are willing to do this, I will defend you against bandits on the battlefield, run thousands of miles in the wilderness, and cut iron like mud with the blade .”

After saying this, Yan Zhuo and Zou left the dining room with Yaoqin in his arms.

Tian Heng watched his figure go away.

He thought over Yan Zhuozou's words over and over again, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a lacquer dish full of soy sauce on the table.

He figured out what was going on in an instant, and his frown gradually relaxed.

Tian Heng showed an indescribable smile on the corner of his mouth. He picked up the mutton slices and rinsed them in the plate.

"Zai Zi! Zai Zi! You have already left Linzi, and you left me such a question.

For such a trivial matter, can you just come to me and talk about it?What is it all about? "

Tian Heng put the mutton into his mouth, closed his eyes, and felt the juice flowing between his lips and teeth.

Suddenly, the hand holding the chopsticks was slowly placed on the table, and he seemed to have figured it out.

Tian Heng opened his eyes, shook his head slowly, and sighed with a smile.

"Wonderful...

There is a cloud in "Poetry": It is both clear and philosophical, so as to protect itself.

Tuqiu Zaizi is more than just a wise man of Lu?

This person is the wise man of the world! "

……

While Tian Heng was eating boiled mutton, the "Master of the World" he called was boating with Fan Li and the others on the Zishui River.

A fishing net was thrown from the big wings, and countless fish were brought into the boat.

Following the exclamation of Gongshu Pan and Zhao Wuxie, the fishing nets were scattered and the boat was full of fish.

Each of the two little devils threw one down, and came to Zaiyu with the big fish in their arms and demanded, "Master! We want to eat this one!"

Zai Yu was squatting beside him making dipping water with soy sauce, ginger, mustard and other seasonings. He looked back at the fish in the hands of the two boys and was almost startled.

"This fish is bigger than your head, can you eat it?"

Zi Gong, who was in charge of slicing the fish, came over and took the fish from the two of them, and he was really shocked.

"In winter, you can still catch such a fat fish? But you two should think about it, this crucian carp is not suitable for making fish meat, so don't throw up."

Zai Yu also persuaded: "Forget about making fried fish for the two of them, what kind of fish do children eat?"

When Zhao Wuji and Gongshuban heard this, they were completely dissatisfied.

"Why can you eat it, Master, but we can't?"

"Master, you said: A gentleman treats everything equally. If you don't let us eat it, don't eat it either."

"Eh?!"

Zaiyu was stunned for a moment, and then he said angrily: "Are you going to rebel? Da Zhou is not dead yet!"

Seeing Master Zai getting angry, Zhao Wuji and Gongshu Ban quickly hid behind Ou Yezi.

These days they finally understood that no matter what happened, as long as they hid behind this elder who was rough on the outside and loving on the inside, Zai Yu would not pursue it anymore.

Seeing this, Zaiyu just chuckled.

Then he took out a notebook and a pen from his sleeve, and added another stroke after the names of Zhao Wuxie and Gongshuban.

Counting carefully, they have already accumulated three orthographic characters after their names.

One orthographic character means copying "Poetry", "Book", "Li", "Le" and "Yi" each once.

Three positives represent three times.

Two boys, playing this game with Master Zai?

These are all leftovers from playing with your master in the past!
Just when he thought that he had the chance to win, and he could counterattack only after returning to Tuqiu, he suddenly saw Gongshuban and Zhao Wuxie throwing himself into Mo Xie's arms and acting like a spoiled child.

"Sister Moxie, master won't let us eat fish sticks!"

Mo Xie hugged the two boys, comforting them with nice words.

She wanted to have a child a long time ago, but why did that guy have been addicted to blacksmithing, and he spent more than half of his energy on making swords.

Mo Xie wanted to have a child but couldn't, so when he saw Zhao Wuxie and Gongshuban these days, he almost overflowed with doting on them.

"It's okay, the butcher won't give it to you, I'll make it for you to eat. Isn't it just fish sticks? Let's go, I'll take you to choose fish."

After finishing speaking, Mo Xie picked up the two and a half children one by one.

When Zaiyu saw this situation, he couldn't help turning around, pinching his waist with his hands, looking at the mighty Zishui with white waves rolling, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Damn, lost!
I lost so completely!

When I lose, I lose. When I was in the same age group, I didn't have such superhuman courage and wisdom!
But now that Wuji and Ban can have such a consciousness, it can be regarded as blue out of blue and better than blue, right?

Thinking of this, Zaiyu looked at the two students again, and suddenly felt a sense of comfort.

He sighed and said: "I can finally understand Master's feeling of wanting me to become a talent!

Sure enough, the minds of masters all over the world are connected!
Who doesn't hope that their students can get better? "

He was feeling emotional when Zigong came out from beside him with a piece of freshly sliced ​​fish hanging.

"What are you mumbling about, kid?"

Jae Yu sighed: "I was thinking, I just took in two students from Wuji and Ban, and I have already educated them so well.

If in the future I can be like my master and be full of peaches and plums in the world, then the world in the future will definitely be a school..."

"It's a scene of bad manners and happy collapse!" Before Zai Yu finished speaking, Zi Gong rolled his eyes and said: "Come on! Look at what you taught these two boys, it's almost impossible More than anything.

I won't mention Ben, his nature may be a bit lively.

But Wuji was originally a respectful and polite child, after studying with you for two months, how did he become the same?

You'd better not let the master know that you have accepted students. If you let him know that all your students feel this way, you must be scolded to death! "

Zaiyu can be scolded, but Zigong can't stand scolding.

You are the second in the language department, what right do you have to scold the first?

The following guilty?

Besides, in the future, the Xihe School composed of you and Zixia's students and descendants will be expelled from Confucianism collectively, such as Tian Zifang, Duan Ganmu, Wu Qi, Li Kui, Le Yang, Ximen Bao, Gong Shucuo...

Zai Yu was cursing in his heart at first, but the more he scolded, the more he felt emboldened.

Bad, how do you feel that these successors of Zigong are quite powerful?
Zaiyu was silent for a moment, hesitated again and again, then suddenly turned to look at Zigong and asked, "What, I said Zigong..."

"Huh?" Zi Gong saw Zai Yu's obsequious smile, and his back suddenly went cold: "My son, you are not thinking about me again, are you?"

"No, how can it be, we are all brothers. Where is there anything to worry about or not?"

Jae Yu said with a smile: "I think, teaching students, with my current ability, I'm afraid I can't do it well by myself.

Look... Otherwise, let's form a school to jointly recruit students, what do you think? "

　As an author, it is very reasonable and logical to ask for votes after the update.

　　——Excerpt from "Zaiyu's Diary"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)