The reason why Yun Chu looked down on Li Xian was simply because this person simply couldn't control Chang'an. If he couldn't control Chang'an, naturally he couldn't control Yun Chu.
Li Hong was taught by Yun Chu since he was a child. Although he was unable to provide him with the most complete education for future generations, he did have a basic understanding. Li Hong knew how Chang'an operated, and he also knew what the root of Chang'an's wealth was.
Li Xian? He doesn’t know anything.
The Confucian culture he studied was not practical knowledge, but a set of value systems to maintain social order. Confucian students knew a little mathematics, but they never connected mathematics with social economy, and they did not teach natural science or geography.
Disciples educated by such a teacher have no talent for logical creation. Their lives are filled with witty word games, tactful and even roundabout expressions, and textual research citing scriptures, and they are based on empty-to-empty research.
The consequence of this is the extreme proliferation of formalism, which when developed to the highest level is famously talking about politics!
They adopt a laissez-faire attitude towards economic management, or in other words, they simply do not have the ability to effectively manage the economy of a city or a state or county.
Just relying on the management of poems and poems has been passed down from generation to generation.
Chang'an's prosperity is based on data management. The departments with the most manpower in Chang'an and Wannian counties are not bad people, but the accounting department.
Yunchu actually managed Chang'an effectively through the accounting department's reports. If there were excess industries, the government would deliberately suppress them. If there were gaps in those industries, the government would actively promote them. If there were still gaps in necessary industries, the government would work hard to support them.
one time.
It is this kind of management and allocation that lasts for more than ten years, which has created Chang'an with such a hundred flowers in full bloom.
Since agriculture has not made any major breakthroughs in seeds and fertilizers, its proportion in Chang'an's economic activities is already negligible.
It is only because Chang'an has been providing large-scale subsidies to agriculture that Chang'an's agriculture seems to be more important.
It seems that, with taxes rising year by year, the Chang'an government did not even pay much attention to the management of rental servants and servants, which was the foundation of the Tang Dynasty. As a result, the farmers near Chang'an became the mainstay of the Tang Dynasty society.
The happiest group.
Yunchu wrote a letter about his confrontation with Li Xian and planned to send it to Li Hong. At the same time, he wanted to send a copy of "The Political Economy of the Tang Dynasty" that he had re-edited to Li Hong.
Li Hong had learned part of the content of "The Political Economy of the Tang Dynasty" before, but this time it was different. Yunchu's experience summed up through the actual management of Chang'an redefined this book. It can also be said that this is the book that has been written on the land of China since ancient times.
The first book on how to scientifically manage a city.
Tenderness is not given!
This guy is obsessed with this book!
There are many wonderful practical management cases in the book, many of which were written by him. Therefore, this book can be regarded as co-authored by him and Yunchu.
He wanted to wait until his son Wen Huan learned it before teaching it to others. Many of the contents still needed to be deleted.
Unfortunately, when Wen Wenwen sat in front of her son Wen Huan and asked him to recite this bitter and difficult book, Wen Huan obviously preferred the literacy album with the painted frog in his hand.
Several times, Wen Wen wanted to raise her hand and slap her son, but she always failed under Yun Chu's cold eyes.
"Since the child has worshiped me as his teacher, it is my business how to teach him. You should stop interfering in the future."
Yun Chu closed "The Political Economy of the Tang Dynasty" and handed the picture book full of green frogs to Wen Huan. He lightly patted the child's buttocks, and Wen Huan screamed "quack" and went to look for Yun Jin and Di.
Mitsuji is gone.
"Yunchu, don't you think you are wasting your natural resources?"
"The Yun family has wasted too many natural objects, and this is no exception."
"This is different. Money can be laughed off, but not this thing."
"Just because there are so many people who think like you, from the beginning of the Qin Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, there were no great changes in Guanzhong."
"You're right. The problem is that we can't even use our underpants to help people in the world, right?"
"I hope others will cherish the pants donated by our brothers. After all, we still have a pair of pants to cover up, and they are still naked. What's even more frightening is that they don't know they are naked."
She hugged Yunchu's head tenderly and angrily and said: "You better have better things in your head. If this "Social Economics of the Tang Dynasty" is your last piece of clothing, I promise
I will never wear any underpants again.
Since you want to give this thing to the prince, then don’t be stingy, let the copper plate print out 50,000 copies first, and let the students from Chang’an and Luoyang and officials from the two places have one copy.”
Yun Chu smiled and said: "That's what I planned."
With a gentle and sad smile, he nodded his heart with his finger and said: "No matter what crazy things you do in the future, I will not allow the world to say bad things about you."
Yunchu laughed and said, "If you die first, I will definitely find a huge stone mountain and use this mountain to make a sitting statue for you."
Wen Wen watched Yun Chu take away the book "The Political Economy of the Tang Dynasty" and couldn't help but feel sad.
Under the scorching heat of the autumn tiger, Chang'an City ushered in the first autumn rain. The rain soaked the streets, and the original gray stone roads in Chang'an City turned into dark blue. These hard stone slabs have been trampled by the people of Chang'an and have become pitted.
There is some water accumulated in some rut marks and the marks of cows and horses' hooves, which look like newly ground ink against the original color of the dark blue slate.
The pits made by people are different from ruts and hoof prints of cows and horses. They have a graceful arc, and there is only a shallow layer of clear water in them. When it is full, it flows into the ruts or hoof prints of cows and horses.
Who wouldn’t want to compose a poem in Chang’an like this?
In fact, we can't see the autumn colors in Chang'an City yet, but there are already some signs of autumn colors on the top of Zhongnan Mountain. The edges of the top leaves of several maple trees have begun to turn red and yellow.
The falcon flew down from the high sky and dived into the dense green grass of Longshou Plain. Sometimes it could catch a fat rabbit from it, and sometimes it couldn't catch anything at all.
However, in its pale yellow eyes, neither the joy of harvest nor the annoyance of failure can be seen.
There are always long carriages at the gate of Chang'an City and at the gap, and ox-cart teams are coming and going. If you stand at the highest point of Longshouyuan, you can see clearly. (I am definitely not trying to make up the word count)
Li Ji was wearing a festive red robe today. His white hair and red robe made this old guy look at least five years younger.
As a birthday boy, he should have stayed in the middle hall of the Yinggong Mansion, waiting to receive congratulations from the guests. Today, he came directly to the gate, as if he was waiting for someone.
"Guess whether the old god will come?" Wen Wenwen put her mouth close to Yunchu's ear and whispered.
"No, the old immortal was called away by the people from the Imperial Medical Office last night. It is said that there is a very strange disease that the old immortal needs to see."
"So, do you think Master Xuanzang will come?"
"No, Master Xuanzang has washed his head seven or eight times a day recently. He will not let the world of mortals stain his already formed parietal bone relics."
"Since neither the old immortal nor Master Xuanzang will come, who do you think your father-in-law is waiting for?"
"I don't know. Anyway, when I came in, I only got a big roll of the eyes, full of disgust."
"You can't be waiting to welcome King Lu Li Xian, right? At the moment, he is the only one who is not here."
As soon as Wen Wen finished speaking, the roll call concierge at the gate of Yinggong Mansion shouted loudly: "His Royal Highness Prince Lu has arrived——"
Yun Chu, Wen Wen, and Di Renjie moved their buttocks slightly off their chairs, which was considered a salute.
Di Renjie said: "I didn't expect that Duke Ying would respect the royal family to this extent now. It's beyond expectation."
Wen Wen stretched her neck and didn't see Young Master coming in with Li Xian, so she shook her head and said, "Young Master is not waiting for Li Xian."
If the birthday boy doesn't come back, there will be no way to accommodate the guests, so they sit in small groups in the huge vestibule of the Yinggong Mansion to socialize. Before Li Xian came in, it was quite peaceful. He just spent a little more time looking at Yun Chu, who was wearing a veil.
.
"When Li Xian comes to Chang'an this time, he should bring His Majesty's birthday wishes personally, right?"
"Probably, this guy didn't read out the decree as soon as he entered the door. What is he doing?"
Yun Chu looked at the gloomy-looking He Lanmin who was following Li Xian and said, "Don't worry about it, and don't ask. I always feel that something is wrong with Li Xian's head."
The light rain slowly turned into heavy rain, and all the guests had arrived. Li Ji, who was originally full of hope, came back from the gate disappointed. The hem of his red robe was stained with some water stains, and it swayed very heavily.
Fortunately, he quickly regained his composure and walked into the front hall at a brisk pace. He raised a bottle of old wine and toasted in all directions. Then he laughed and said, "I thought an old friend would return, but I didn't expect that a rain would disturb him."
I’ve learned about his schedule, come, come, distinguished guests, I’d like to go first as a courtesy!”
Li Ji persuaded everyone to drink wine, and everyone under the shed naturally drank it all.
Immediately, Li Xian said loudly: "By imperial decree——"
This sound suddenly turned the guests in the courtyard into wooden figures. They all raised their heads and held their chests out, their hands drooped, and their faces were straight. They were ready to wait until Li Xian finished reciting the birthday wishes before they laughed together and congratulated the British grandfather on his birthday.
Unexpectedly, Li Ji took the imperial edict from Li Xian's hand, opened it and read it again, sighed and said: "How can I bear such a great favor from your majesty if I am a sinner? After I write the apology memorial, I will bother His Highness King Lu."
, take my apology note and this decree of gratitude back to Luoyang."
The imperial edict was taken away by Li Ji, and Li Xian's white face suddenly turned into the color of pig liver. He really couldn't understand that the job of reading out the imperial edict to celebrate his birthday was also taken away by Li Ji.
"Have you ever heard that Duke Ying has any old friends that he can wait for at the gate?" Wen Wen asked in a low voice.
Di Renjie shook his head and said: "Something's wrong, something's wrong. Logically speaking, our third brother sent him so many cordyceps, as well as the tablets and drinks made by Sun Shenxian, the young man should be so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear, but he didn't do it at all.
I don’t mean to be happy. I can’t think of anyone else in Chang’an who deserves his personal welcome.”
While everyone was speculating endlessly, a monk in white clothes walked into the Duke Ying's Mansion with a bald head and his head covered with rain.
The housekeeper and the receptionist wanted to hold an umbrella for the monk, but the monk smiled and said: "No, no need."
Li Ji, who was originally looking lonely, saw Master Xuanzang coming in and said with a smile: "You monk, why don't you hold an umbrella?"
Xuanzang stood outside the shed, letting the rain beat on his bald head, and looked at Li Ji with a smile and said: "When a monk holds an umbrella, isn't it lawless and lawless?
Okay, okay, I’m here as promised, I’m leaving now!”
After that, he actually turned around and left. Several times, Yunchu wanted to go over and hold an umbrella for him, but in the end he still didn't move because the bright white rainwater splashed a lot on Xuanzang's equally bright bald head.
of water splash.
When Master Xuanzang disappeared, Li Ji, who had been paying attention to Xuanzang, found Yun Chu in the crowd and said sinisterly: "Do you really think that some herbs can make me change my original intention?"
Yun Chu shook his head and said: "I have never thought of it this way, you underestimate me, Yun Chu.
Lord Ying, when it comes down to it, you have nothing to do with me!"
This chapter has been completed!