There were many children at home, and even one fish was not enough to eat, so Zhang Yang put earthworms on the fishhook and threw it into the river again.

Songtsen Gampo continued: "Does the county prince think that Tubo should borrow troops?"

Zhang Yang rubbed the stubble on his chin, "Well, there have been frequent civil strife in Tubo recently. This can be used to allow the Tibetan people to accept the orders of Tian Khan to fight, and to give them military honors and military positions. This will increase the influence of the Tang Dynasty in Tubo.

Pei Xingjian has a clever plan."

Songtsen Gampo said with a sullen face, "You are despicable!"

"Zanpu is worried that the Tibetan people only know that there is Khan Tian, ​​but they don't know that there is Zanpu in Tibet?"

"I am in Chang'an City and I am not dead."

Zhang Yang clicked his tongue and said: "Then please ask Zanpu to write a warrant so that Tang Dynasty can use Tibetan soldiers and horses to destroy Tianzhu. As long as Tianzhu is destroyed, it will be good for Tang Dynasty and Tubo."

"What good is Tibet?"

"Of course there are benefits. The Tibetan people who participated in the war could get the military merits of the Tang Dynasty, and they could also send Tibetan warriors to quell the chaos that often occurred in Tibet."

Cadre Songtsan said again: "I have a condition."

"Zanpu, please speak."

"No Tubo boys under the age of fifteen are allowed to fight. There are not many Tubo people left."

"Well, I understand what Zamp is worried about."

Songtsen Gampo stared at Zhang Yang, and after a long silence he said: "I will write the order and send it to Tibet to give it to Ludongzan."

"It's time to work."

After bidding farewell to Songtsen Gampo, we finally caught two more fish. The three fish were very plump and enough to feed the family.

Lishan lost money, so you should save money wherever you use it.

I have been penniless for a long time. I walked through the fields carrying a bamboo basket and passed by the door of Li Xiaogong's house.

He was holding a bronze mirror and trying to look at the top of his head.

Zhang Yang also took a look, nodded and said: "Well, I am indeed a little bald."

Li Xiaogong put down the bronze mirror dejectedly and said sadly: "It happens sooner or later for everyone at this age."

"How about shaving them all and making them a little cleaner."

"No! I can't be a monk."

Zhang Yang patted his shoulder and expressed condolences for Li Xiaogong's hair.

Back on the top of the mountain, Zhang Yang handed the fish to his aunt and started working in the house.

Li Yue was still looking at the accounts sadly.

Zhang Yang had a lot of bear hair saved at home, and Zhang Yang used the bear hair and cotton cloth to make a new dress.

I put my daughter into this little bear costume, and there is a hat on the back. The hat is a bear head, with a black bead sewn on it to serve as a bear nose.

The child was originally raised by a bear, but now he looks more like a bear.

The child became more lively with the new clothes. She liked this dress so much that she felt like she was the same kind as Xiong when she wore it.

I also need to write a reply to Pei Xuanji. He is in a very bad situation now and he is a little too anxious to encourage students.

As a result, people were scattered, some were bribed, and some were taken to prison.

Fortunately, Pei Xuanji still had some connections in Taiyuan that were temporarily taken in, and the remaining students from anti-aristocratic families were with him.

He finally accumulated some wealth and manpower, but this time he failed in Fan Yang and almost lost all his efforts.

In Pei Xuanji's words, he felt that lighting this firewood was the determination of everyone to share the same hatred.

I never thought this person was so silly and sweet before. Do you think the unity of everyone is so simple?

Zhang Yang spread out the paper and thought for a long time about how to reply to the letter and how to share the same hatred and hatred without empathy.

The troublesome thing is that Zhang Yang feels that a well-established career to overthrow an aristocratic family is about to become an emotional issue.

When Xiao Qingqing saw her father sitting in the study for a long time, she didn't dare to disturb him and put the tea aside.

Then she walked out of the room and came to her mother, "Mom, are you worried about the family's loss of money?"

Li Yue picked her up and put her on his knees, "Dad has a lot to worry about. It was even more when he lived in Chang'an City."

Xiao Qingqing pursed her lips and said firmly: "The city of Chang'an should be blown up."

The daughter has been thinking about the city of Chang'an in her heart. Li Yue stroked her bun. The daughter's hair is very thick and thick, which is what her husband did.

Taking care of her hair would be a troublesome thing in the future, so Li Yue thought that she could just use her husband's hair-cutting skills to thin it.

She has been thinking about bombing Chang'an City because of her father's decree that she would become the Queen's disciple when she was five years old.

Neither couple wanted their daughter's fate to be in the hands of the royal family.

Li Yue has been in the deep palace since she was a child. She knows that the palace is a cold prison. How can she educate a child who is far away from the fireworks of the world?

My daughter didn't like Chang'an City and was also afraid of Chang'an City, so she kept thinking about blowing up that city.

Li Yue whispered: "My parents will not let you enter the palace."

Xiao Qingqing nodded heavily and said, "Yes."

In the study, Zhang Yang was still writing a letter to Pei Xuanji. If he wanted to overthrow the aristocratic family, he would have to find the opposite of the aristocratic family.

Just shouting slogans is useless, and may also attract more people with speculative ideas.

Don't stay too far away from these most ordinary people, talk more about things close to them, and let Pei Xuanji focus more on the people at the lowest level.

As for the means of empathy...

Zhang Yang picked up the pen and thought for a moment, then continued writing... Let everyone tell the story of being suppressed and bullied by the aristocratic family, regardless of their identity and origin, and tell their own experiences one by one.

Only in this way can we find empathy, and it will be much easier to deal with when we have a common enemy.

After finishing writing, Zhang Yang took a deep breath, looked over it carefully to make sure there was no problem, and then put it into the bamboo tube again.

Pour the burned wax oil into the gap in the lid of the bamboo tube and give it to your aunt to take back to the person who delivered the letter.

In the afternoon, after taking a short rest, I took my daughter to listen to the teacher's lecture.

The master seemed to be in a good mood today, and he was also beaming after seeing Xiao Qingqing.

Zhang Yang sat aside and listened to the teacher's lecture to his daughter.

Xiao Qingqing asked: "Is Master going to pass away?"

Zhang Gongjin nodded and said: "Well, now we can live one day at a time."

"Master, please don't pass away..."

She didn't understand life and death yet, but she just knew that her master would have one less person to teach her, so she could say this aggrievedly.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing this, Zhang Gongjin smiled kindly and said: "Master has lived for a long time. He has been wandering and enjoying the scenery in this life. He has no worries in this life."

"Master doesn't want to teach me."

Xiao Qingqing said unhappy.

"Hehehe..."

Zhang Gongjin stroked his beard and said: "When people see a mountain in the distance, they want to see what is behind the mountain. In fact, after climbing the mountain, they find that there is nothing special behind the mountain. This is a human life."

Xiao Qingqing still shook her head and whispered: "I don't understand."

Zhang Gongjin pointed to Lishan Mountain and said again: "Have you seen Lishan Mountain?"

"Saw."

"Yes, Lishan Mountain is right in front of you. When you walk forward and find a mountain blocking your way, it is a difficulty. You have to overcome difficulties again and again. The higher you climb the mountain, the more tired you will be. The same is true for difficulties in the future.

When you grow up, you will know that this difficulty becomes more difficult every time, and sometimes you will fall off the mountain if you are not careful and have to start from the beginning."

Zhang Gongjin's words were very low and he explained patiently, "When you reach the middle of the mountain, you will be proud and arrogant. If you underestimate the steep mountain wall, you will fall off. But you will not do it from the beginning.

When I look back at my achievements, I keep climbing up, one step at a time, and never relax or give up.”

"If you can climb to the top of the mountain, you can see the scenery that people below the mountain can't see. But this scenery is nothing more than sunrise and sunset. To me, it is so simple, unchanged, boring and boring."

Xiao Qingqing looked at the master's face and gaze.

Zhang Gongjin sighed: "Your master, I have already climbed to the top of the mountain and seen the scenery on the top of the mountain. It's just that my master is sick and has been suffering from this disease for many years. This body has been overwhelmed, and now I feel that living is very tiring."

"Why is living so tiring?" Xiao Qingqing asked again.

"Yes, why does living make you tired? But it is so tiring, so tiring that you can't breathe or close your eyes."

Seeing the confusion on his disciple's face, Zhang Gongjin took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Okay, that's the end of today's class. You can go back too."

"Yeah." Xiao Qingqing wanted to ride on Xiong Da, and called the children in the village and her Uncle Jin Wang and Aunt Gaoyang to play together.

Zhang Gongjin pushed the wheels of his wheelchair and arrived at the door of his house. He looked sideways at a group of children playing until he couldn't see them anymore when he stuck his head out, and then he looked back.

Zhang Yang was still sitting at the door, leaning against the wall with his back and head against the wall, holding a weed in his hand, "Teacher, do you really think life is tiring?"

Zhang Gongjin nodded slightly, "Don't you feel tired?"
To be continued...