Someone pushing the cart on the road, it seems to sell dry cakes. This kind of food can easily fill the stomach, and it is easy to sell on the road.

The cart was a bit heavy. When I passed the street, I accidentally bumped into a person wearing a bucket bucket, and looked like a scholar, with a little girl beside me.

"Oh, look at me pushing this." The man in the stroller patted his head, stooping down again and again to the person who was hit: "This Langjun, I'm really sorry."

He is a small business man, and he really doesn't want to cause trouble. In such a situation, he can just pass by paying a crime.

"Ah, it's okay." The man in the bucket hat spoke surprisingly, waved his hand, and should not have taken his heart to his side. "I'm blocking you."

"Ah, thank you, Jun, thank you."

The man bent down and lowered his head again before pushing the cart harder to continue.

It was never easy to support his family, maybe he was used to lowering his head.

Gu Nan looked at the man bowing in the back of the cart, shook his head, turned his head to look at Ling Qi next to him, and smiled.

Cao Yong sent the half of the hanging money this morning, and a sudden fortune was made, so he naturally went to the street.

Lingqi held a packet of dark yellow pieces in her hands. These were some pieces of sugar.

At this time, the sugar is still made of sugarcane. In October, the sugarcane matures, and the good sugar will be sent to the state capitals. These bad ones will be sold in the next few months.

"Is it sweet?" Gu Nan asked, placing her hand on Ling Qi's head. Ling Qi was already as tall as her chest. In a few years, I'm afraid it will be as high as her, or even higher than her. Maybe.

"Um." Ling Qi nodded, thinking of something, picked up a piece of crushed sugar and handed it to Gu Nan.

"Does the master want to eat?"

"Oh, okay." Gu Nan smiled and put her mouth together: "Ah."

She took away the sugar cubes from her hands, and Lingqi didn't seem to expect Gu Nan would come directly to eat. After Gu Nan had eaten, she hurriedly withdrew her hands.

"Master, are you still there today?" Lingqi asked Gu Nan, holding the sugar packet in her hand without much thought.

During this time, the master found a place.

"Yeah." Gu Nan had sugar in it. Maybe it's been too long since I've eaten anything sweet, squinting comfortably: "I want to see it again."

On the side of the road, there are several wooden houses, connected together, interspersed on both sides of the path. Not a good house, but it is not dilapidated, at least it can withstand the wind and rain. Occasionally, some beggars can be seen lying beside them, and no one drives them away.

Gu Nan was holding Lingqi under a tree by the road, and looked at the wooden houses from a distance.

I saw a few children carrying a rucksack across the road and into the wooden houses. There was a gentleman in the wooden house, holding a book in their hands, standing in front of a group of people sitting below.

The people sitting below have children, but also with young men and women, and even elderly people.

When the last few children who arrived late took their seats, the gentleman with the book began to talk about something in the wooden house. Listening from a distance seemed to be giving a lecture.

These wooden houses are actually a school.

Even in the Taiping years, when you want to read books, it is usually not Shuxiangmendi or Guangui. It is difficult for ordinary people to want to read books.

How hard is it? Most people may not know a word in their lifetime.

Not to mention the time of chaos.

What people don't expect is that at this time, in Beihai, Qingzhou, there was actually a school that taught people to read.

When Gu Nan first met here, she even thought she was wrong.

After that, I also asked some news about this school.

I heard that this school was built by Kong Rong in the North Sea. On the one hand, it taught people how to read, and on the other hand it was persuaded by men and women who would be confused by the yellow scarf.

This is the first thing Kong Rong did, and he has only done what he does now. Who is Kong Rong? Gu Nan thought about everything he remembered, and only thought of one Kong Rong giving pear, he never knew he had done this.

In this troubled world, people who are still teaching people to read, besides this Kong Rong, it should be difficult to find the second one.

Kong Rong was said to be the twentieth grandson of Confucius, but he did not fail his ancestors.

Gu Nan stood under the tree and waited until the gentleman in the wooden house had finished his class.

Near the end of the year, the leaves on the tree had almost fallen, but there were still a few still shaking there.

"Confucius, after Confucianism?"

She reached out and took out a cloth bag from her arms. Looking at the size of the bag, it seemed to be a book.

"Qier, I'll go in, just wait for me at your door."

Gu Nan said to Ling Qi, and after that, she thought about going into the wooden house.

Probably I talked to the gentleman inside and didn't know what to say, but I didn't talk for too long.

By the time she came out, the cloth bag in her hand had been taught to that gentleman.

"Let's go." Gu Nan smiled and took Ling Qi's hand and walked towards the road, ready to go back.

"Master, what did you give him?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I'll give it to you after a while."

Gu Nan gave the gentleman a book and asked him to transfer it to Kong Rong. The book was called The Book of Music.

It is one of the six classics of Confucianism. The Six Classics ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ is the Book of Songs, The Book of Shang, The Book of Rites, The Book of Changes, The Book of Music, and Spring and Autumn. However, the later "Book of Music" seems to be lost for some reason.

There are many statements, but the main thing is that it was lost to the flames of war before Guangwu, that is, Wang Mang and Liu Xiu.

(Historically, it was the Qin Huo who lost the Confucianism, but there is no Confucianism in the book, so it became lost afterwards.)

The other side of the cabin.

A middle-aged man is standing there with his hands on his back.

Looking at the people who came out after class, and chasing the restless children, they smiled gently.

Suddenly, he saw a white-clothed man wearing a bucket hat walking into the cabin. After a while, he came out again and led a girl away.

Frowning in doubt, the middle-aged man walked towards the wooden house.

The gentleman in the wooden house saw the middle-aged person approaching, and hurriedly hurriedly said, "Master Kong."

"Well." Kong Rong replied, and asked, "Who was that white-clothed man?"

"Bai Yi Wen Sheng?" Mr. Jiao Shu said for a moment, then responded.

"The niche doesn't know, but that person asked me to give this to an adult."

Then, Mr. Jiao Shu took out a cloth bag and handed it to Kong Rong.

Kong Rong's face looked suspicious, but he nodded, and took it over: "Okay, I know, you can do something."

Mr. Jiaoshu left after saluting, and Kong Rong stood in the room, looked at the bag, and then opened it.

There was a book in it, and Kong Rong frowned and opened.

But when he saw the contents inside, he shook his body and almost fell to the ground.

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