"The rules of a disciple, the teachings of a saint, the first is filial piety, the second is trust … Tang Xueqiu?"
The middle-aged man stopped walking and carefully listened to the contents of the child's recitation. A trace of doubt appeared on his face.
These three sentences were easy to recite, and although the words were easy to understand, if one listened carefully, it seemed to have the effect of enlightenment. It was very suitable for teaching children.
There were similar teachings in the Mongolian language, but they were relatively obscure. It was rare to see such a simple and easy to understand one.
Furthermore, he had never heard of the text that the child was reciting.
Also … what was that Tang Xueqiu?
After standing outside the courtyard and listening for a while, the child repeated the same few sentences, the middle-aged man had already thought of a few things. A trace of eagerness appeared on his face as he walked in with large strides.
The devilish child held the paper in his hands and carried it back and forth. The only words he repeated were "Tang Xueqiu".
He was drooling when he heard footsteps. When he raised his head, he saw a stranger walk into the courtyard.
The devilish child looked at him in a daze and a trace of caution appeared on his face.
"Little child, what text did you recite just now?" Magistrate Dong walked in front of the devilish child and asked in a pleasant manner.
His father had said that the people living in the Wangfu were all nobles. He was to only play in this area and not to bump into others. He stared blankly at the stranger in front of him and didn't reply. He obediently handed over the paper in his hands.
Magistrate Dong took the piece of paper from the naughty child's hands and discovered that there were only a few sentences written on it. After he finished reading the contents of the few lines, his eyes brightened and he asked somewhat urgently, "Do you know who wrote this?"
Housekeeper Wang was still in the room checking the accounts when the door was pushed open again. He raised his head and saw the devilish child's head poking in again.
When he lowered his head again, he suddenly forgot where he had been calculating …
A trace of anger appeared on his face as he glared at the devilish child and said, "Did you memorize it all? If you didn't, be careful of your butt …"
At this time, a hand reached out from behind the devilish child and completely pushed open the door. A familiar-looking middle-aged man walked in from outside.
Seeing that person, Housekeeper Wang was first stunned, then he suddenly stood up from his seat, his face pale, and said with a trembling voice, "Magistrate Dong …"
At this moment, he felt a lingering fear. Could it be that this little brat had offended Magistrate Dong, and he was here to punish him?
Thinking of this, Shopkeeper Wang's legs suddenly felt weak, and he almost collapsed on the chair again.
"Let me ask you, this three-word rhyme was written by you. Is there anything else?" Magistrate Dong didn't have time to waste with him. He took the paper and walked in front of him.
"Three words of rhyme?"
Housekeeper Wang stared blankly at the paper in Magistrate Dong's hand that he had just written to the naughty child. He then looked at Magistrate Dong's expression, and his heart slightly relaxed. As long as he wasn't here to denounce him …
Thinking of this, he immediately changed his expression and explained with an apologetic smile.
"I didn't expect such a capable person to exist in such a small mountain village." After listening, Magistrate Dong stroked the short beard on his chin and praised.
With his knowledge, he could naturally see the meaning behind these few short sentences.
This was clearly a Mongolian text to teach children to learn etiquette. Without etiquette, one would not be able to stand. From a young age, teaching them to develop a kind and honest nature, teaching them to be virtuous, to guard against evil, and to be sincere was also beneficial in developing good family and academic values.
If this text could be carried out, it would definitely be a great contribution to education. It would be a good deed that would last for thousands of years. Not only would the difficult problem he was facing be easily solved, if he really made some achievements, there might even be a slight possibility of leaving his name in history …
As an official, who didn't want to leave a thick stroke in the history books? Just based on other political achievements, to achieve this was tantamount to reaching the heavens. But the merit of education could influence future generations!
Thinking of this, even with his temperament, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.
"Do you know the entire text?" Magistrate Dong looked at Housekeeper Wang with sparkling eyes and asked.
At this moment, he desperately wanted to know if this text was as he imagined it to be, an excellent piece of teaching Mongolian so that he wouldn't rejoice for nothing.
"Sir, I only heard about a dozen sentences that day. I don't know if there is the entire text," Housekeeper Wang replied honestly.
Magistrate Dong looked at him and thought for a moment before saying, "Send someone to ask the village teacher again. If there really is it, you must bring the entire text back and send it to the yamen."
The housekeeper of the wang fu could be considered a top figure outside, but in front of Qing 'an Magistrate, he could only nod and say yes.
In order to show the importance he placed on this matter, the moment Magistrate Dong's foot left, Housekeeper Wang hurriedly left the wang fu. He ordered the servant to drive the carriage faster and try to finish this matter in the shortest amount of time possible.
…
Outside the school in Willow Leaf Village, Qin Qing once again saw Housekeeper Wang. When she found out that he had not come to find her brother-in-law, but to find her, she was slightly surprised.
She had some impression of Housekeeper Wang. She only knew that he seemed to be her brother-in-law's friend. A few days ago, she had seen the two of them talking by the stream. She did not slight him, but after hearing the purpose of his visit, she was slightly surprised.
"What you were talking about just now, was it this" Rules for a Disciple "?"
Qin Qing returned to the school and took out a thin book that she had personally written. She handed it to Housekeeper Wang.
Housekeeper Wang quickly took it. After flipping it open, he saw that the first few sentences were exactly the same as what he had heard that day. He flipped a few more pages and saw that there were hundreds of sentences behind. Only then did he realize that what he had heard that day was just a few paragraphs.
He was overjoyed. Now he could finally report to Magistrate Dong.
"I wonder if you could give me a copy of the original" Rules for a Disciple "?" he looked at Qin Qing and asked urgently.
Hearing this, Qin Qing hesitated slightly and said, "This" Rules for a Disciple "was not written by me. I will have to ask before I can give you an answer."
"It was not written by you?" Housekeeper Wang's expression froze.
Qin Qing nodded and gave him a brief explanation.
"It's actually him." Housekeeper Wang murmured a few words. He didn't expect that this article was written by that mean scholar. He was slightly surprised for a while, then smiled and said, "To tell you the truth, I was ordered by Prefectural Magistrate Dong to retrieve the original text of 'Rules for Disciples'. Prefectural Magistrate Dong was very pleased with this article. This is a great thing for Young Master Li!"
"Magistrate Dong!"
Hearing this, Qin Qing covered her small mouth in surprise and couldn't help but exclaim.
For someone like her who had lived here since she was young and rarely left the village, the Anxi County Magistrate was already a high position. Any higher would be an unimaginable level for her …
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