Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 565: Zhao Shan, Full of Emotions

Jiang Shangxian tried to argue weakly, "Aunt, these are not words at all, they are just scribbles!"

It's totally hieroglyphics!

Or the kind I've never seen before!

Xiao Jiang was desperate. She had been quite confident. After all, as a poor student in the history department, she still had some experience. Who knew that this thing would be so difficult for her right from the start?

In contrast, the scholar Cui Shuhua was remarkably calm. After a few glances, she said, "Although the pre-Qin dynasty promoted the Qin official script in Nanyue for use in official documents, laws, and inscriptions, and Zhao Tuo, a Han Chinese, also used Chinese characters to strengthen the integration of various ethnic groups in the region, the various ethnic groups within Nanyue originally had no independent written language."

She paused, feeling somewhat sympathetic towards her own slave. "Apart from being passed down orally from our ancestors, they all used stone carvings, or carved symbols, to record events. It's really a bit too much for you to remember all of these characters."

Stone carvings actually have the same meaning as what we call hieroglyphs today. They evolved from pictographic characters and used lines to make complex things relatively simple.

In fact, this is simple but not simple.

The most terrible thing is not this.

Compared with the systematic use of oracle bone inscriptions in the Shang Dynasty, the stone carvings of the Baiyue ethnic groups were ridiculously abstract.

Just like the volume written by Liu Manqiang, although she wrote it as if it were true, in fact, she herself might not be sure about it.

After all, the Liu family has been separated from Nanyue for too long.

Jiang Shangxian silently took back the book and continued studying.

No wonder neither the Cui family nor the Zhao family could steal any useful books from the Liu family. Damn, even the culture of the Western Ou people was engraved on stones and turtle backs. How could the Liu family carry such heavy things when they ran away?

Thinking of this, Xiao Jiang's mood strangely improved.

As a human being, you always need to compare yourself with someone more unlucky so that you don't seem so unlucky.

Perhaps it was because Wang Mingqian tipped off the group quickly, that when they left the city, the city gate was peaceful, no different from usual.

The soldiers guarding the city saw the Cui family emblem on the carriage and let it pass.

By the time the carriage stopped again, Jiang Shangxian had memorized six Xiou characters, and hoped that she could still remember three of them by the next morning.

Cui Shuhua checked every item she was going to bring on this trip, even the things that Jiubai and the other seven people took with her. Her level of meticulousness was truly astonishing.

Zhao Shan took another nap in the carriage. He felt much better this time. He was holding a plate with various fruits on it - all of which were fed to him by the motherly love of the old women in the carriage.

It must be said that although Zhao Shan is thin, he has a tender face and the old women find him quite interesting.

Especially when they pinched his arms and found that he was so thin, their motherly love overflowed and they took out all the fruits they brought and stuffed them into his mouth to eat.

"Aunt Jiang, are you leaving?" Zhao Shan stiffened his neck and swallowed the pastry in his mouth, feeling a little reluctant.

When he is most helpless, he still hopes to feel safe and secure with familiar friends.

Jiang Shangxian patted his shoulder and said, "This is my aunt's farm. You can live here peacefully. If you feel bored, go climb some trees, play in the water, and work on your physique. You're too skinny. If Xueyan whips you with a horsewhip in the future, don't ask us for help."

The road ahead was unknown, and she didn't want the separation to be too gloomy, so she made a little joke full of hope.

When Li Xueyan was mentioned, Zhao Shan's eyes instantly turned red like a rabbit, and he silently put the fruit he was about to put into his mouth back on the plate.

Damn it, someone come here, quickly send this guy to the White Horse Club to be the top star!

Jiang Shangxian simply wanted to slap himself in the face. What a joke! He was being so rude to this guy!

How could you forget that writers are the most emotional?!

Xiao Jiang quickly withdrew one hand and turned his head away awkwardly, racking his brains to say something to comfort Zhao Shan, but to no avail.

Cui Shuhua heard the noise and came over. Seeing Zhao Shan's expression, she couldn't help but say with disgust: "Cry, cry, cry, you're crying away all your blessings."

I learned this from Jiang Shangxian.

The second sentence immediately follows: "It's just that the marriage didn't take place. What's the big deal? At least the person is still alive."

It's better than her dead ghost going to the underworld.

Before the dumbfounded Zhao Shan could react, she continued, "Why are you staying here with me during this beautiful spring time? Nian Nu is going to Luoyang by boat. You can give her a ride. If you come back still crying like this, watch out for your skin."

Jiang Shangxian:? ? ?

Zhao Shan: ???

Cui Shuhua didn't care about them. In her opinion, Zhao Shan was in such a state that he would probably cry several times a day.

This village is mainly used to produce some grain crops, and the living space is not large.

She doesn't like going out and mostly stays where she lives.

It wouldn't be nice to have her run into Zhao Shan crying over flowers every day when she takes a walk in the yard, right?

How unlucky is that?

The young man should go out for a run, just in time to send Nian Nu off for her. When he comes back, his mood might have changed.

Jiang Shangxian hesitated and declined politely: "Aunt, if there is any news from Chang'an City..."

Who wants to be with a crybaby?

Zhao Shan also declined: "Aunt Cui, I'm afraid this is inappropriate..."

At least staying here is closer to Chang'an City. Being closer to Chang'an means being closer to his Xueyan family, right?

Unfortunately, Cui Shuhua had already ordered the horses to be prepared. "It only takes seven or eight days to go from here to Luoyang and back. Your father has just reported you to the authorities. If the yamen runners search outside the city and someone sees you, what will you do? It's better to get out of the spotlight first."

This did make some sense. Jiang Shangxian pinched his nose and agreed. He said to Zhao Shan, "You'll have to ride horses all the way. If you get tired, let the guards take you. On the way back, we can hire a driver to take you back."

The best thing to do when you are heartbroken is to go traveling.

Luoyang City is probably very beautiful now. It would be nice for Zhao Shan to stay there for a few days to see the beautiful scenery in the city.

With two votes against one, Zhao Shan, who was living under someone else's roof, lost the right to object. It was not until he got on his horse that he realized: What was Aunt Jiang doing in Luoyang by boat? Where had Cui Yi gone?

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, someone patted his horse's butt, and the horse under him jumped out with a whoosh, and he got a mouthful of dirt in his mouth. He had no choice but to shut his mouth and decided to ride back quickly when he reached Luoyang.

Cui Bianxu loved horses and had many horses in his mansion. In order to speed up the journey this time, they used adult Turkic horses with strong bodies and great endurance, and they were extremely fast.

However, it was almost noon when they set out, and when they stopped at dark, they had only traveled less than a hundred miles.

There were many post stations in the Tang Dynasty, with one every thirty miles. On the first night, they happened to stay in a post station.