Especially in Bingbei, when the dust and loess of later generations have not yet invaded the blue sky, the white clouds slowly drifting in the sky are really refreshing.
The influence and damage caused by the war has now faded away inside and outside Pingyang City, and it seems a bit more leisurely. Under the bright sunshine, the shade of the trees is mottled, and the stone slabs on the road seem to exude a beautiful brilliance. As pedestrians come and go, When they see someone they know each other, they say hello with a smile. From time to time, there are sounds of bargaining in the street shops, mixed with the music and laughter from the restaurant, mixed together, and become the beautiful pattern of this city. part.
As the first farmers near Pingyang to follow the Hussars, many of them have been farming for three years and have begun to enjoy the benefits brought by their own farming. In addition, jujube was also the first crop to be developed here in Pingyang. With the promotion of production-increasing technologies and tax reductions and exemptions under the Marquis of Pingyang, these farmers near Pingyang are already quite happy compared to other places.
In the second ring of Pingyang city, well, the first ring of city in Pingyang has become the inner city, and the newly built ring outside has naturally become the second ring. However, according to the situation in the Han Dynasty, Pingyang was at most a stop. As for the Third Ring Road, as for the Song of the Five Rings that will unlock the future generations, I am afraid that it is impossible to achieve it before the problem of food production and transportation is solved. In the northwest corner of the Second Ring Road, in a small courtyard, there was a Some clear sounds.
"Mencius said that the people of the region should not rely on the boundaries of the frontier, the country should not be protected by the dangers of mountains and rivers, and the power of the world should not be benefited by military revolution. Those who have gained the Tao will have many help, but those who have lost the Tao will have few... I wonder what Zhongda thinks?"
Sima Yi was making tea. Hearing Wang Chang's words, he smiled slightly and did not answer immediately. Instead, he continued to take a small wooden spoon, scooped some out of the tea can, put it into the teapot, and then watched The kettle gradually began to purr, and while he put down the wooden spoon, he said: "What the sage said is indeed the truth. However, since ancient times, those who have a lot of help at the same time may not have the true way... Haha, the so-called unruly people have few helpers. They may not know it themselves, and later historians will add it... Therefore, the way of Tao is also very Tao..."
Sima Yi's father, Sima Fang, nicknamed the "Father of the Eight Wolves", originally wanted to visit Pingyang, but he never expected that after arriving in Taiyuan, Lao Han's leg problem broke out and he was in so much pain that he couldn't walk anymore and had to start again. He returned to Wen County, but the courtyard had been prepared for a long time, and Sima Hui looked like he had taken root in the academy for a long time, so it was an advantage for Sima Yi and it became his own small courtyard.
Wang Chang laughed and said: "So Zhongda is also a person who has attained the Tao... Zhongni bluntly said that rural wishes are the thief of virtue! Taoists are also thieves!"
In the past two years, Wang Chang didn't know whether it was because he ate more meat in Pingyang, or because he had better genes. He had grown a lot taller. Although his body still felt a little weak, his overall frame was quite big, plus the mouth. With a ring of fluff, he has the appearance of a military commander. On the contrary, Sima Yi looks more delicate and has a smaller frame. Because both of them are now responsible for editing scriptures, they often gather together. Discuss the problem together.
Just like now.
Are two people really discussing what is right and what is wrong?
No, it is alluding to the rising wave of noise regarding the selection of local officials...
Fei Qian has been away from Pingyang for a long time, and even Huang Yueying has moved to Guanzhong. Therefore, some people in the academy have their own thoughts. They want to go to Chang'an, but they are reluctant to do these things in Pingyang.
Those foundations were laid, so naturally there was a lot of discussion.
Among these discussions, the one with the most concentrated voices was the promotion of filial piety and integrity.
Many students in the academy originally thought that in this academy, just like the Imperial College in Luoyang, they would automatically become candidates for the imperial court, and then gain some reputation and then enter the official career. However,
I didn’t expect that the Shouyama Academy would use a competition to select, so the names of filial son and cook that I had previously mentioned would basically have no effect...
At the beginning, of course, there was nothing to say. After all, in the competition, it was clear at a glance which ones had strong abilities and those with low talents. There was no point in arguing. However, after several consecutive years, people from the competition were all
Officials were selected, and among the top candidates in these competitions, some of them may have felt that the official position was too small, or they were obsessed with learning, so they declined the recruitment. Then, these vacant official positions were not taken as usual.
Come out and continue to add selections...
This is a bit embarrassing.
The tangerine and wheat-skinned ones always come to the front in every competition, and then refuse to take up official positions when they are available, and then continue to stand in the front! Especially the two orange-spotted and wheat-skinned ones, Sima Yi and Wang Chang!
As a result, among the public, the evaluation of Wang Chang and Sima Yi gradually became worse. Some people said that they were trying to gain fame, some said that they were pretentious, and some simply said that they did not live up to their reputation and only knew the classics but not practical practices.
, so I don’t dare to take up a post or anything...
Daodao, Xiangyuan, and Fengjing are actually just a cover. Under the cover, there is still an ugly face.
The water is boiling and the aroma of tea overflows.
"Zhongda..." Wang Chang slowly drank a cup of tea, put down the tea cup, and said slowly, "A certain general will leave soon for Guanzhong to serve as Cao Shuzuo of Jingzhao Yinhu..."
"Huh?" Sima Yi was stunned for a moment, looked at Wang Chang and said, "With his talent as a scholar, how can he surrender to two hundred stones..."
A small secretary naturally has an official rank of two hundred stones.
And Wang Chang, not to mention anything else, is a Taiyuan Wang family, and his father also once served as a prefect. No matter how he starts, he can't be a small scholar, right?
Wang Chang shook his head and said with a smile: "Doesn't Zhongda see how the hussar general uses his people?"
Sima Yi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but quickly shrank back, saying nothing, just shaking his head and sighing.
Times have changed, and things have changed. The time when no one was available and a large number of young people took up important positions has passed. Like Pang Tong Jiaqu, who served as the prefect of a county with a young talent, the window for a high-ranking official with two thousand stones has been closed. Now, but
Anyone who joins the Hussars starts from a small position...
But the problem is that Sima Yi doesn't want to start from a small position. He thinks it is too tiring. But the problem is that Sima Yi can't say that Wang Chang's choice is wrong, because it is Wang Chang's own choice after all. Wang Chang did not persuade him to follow him, and Sima Yi also
Naturally, there is no reason to persuade Wang Chang to stay.
"..." After Sima Yi pondered for a moment, he suddenly smiled and said, "In this case, I will ask someone to buy some drinks and dishes, so that I can practice it as a Wenshu!"
"Sanfu and Zuojin, we will see each other in the future!" Wang Chang also laughed, "That's it! Let's indulge for a while today and never stop getting drunk!"
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At the same time, in the campus deep inside the academy, Cai Yan was lazily making tea. From a distance, the sounds of some students reciting scriptures came over, making the courtyard even more quiet.
.
It's been this quiet for a long time.
Cai Yan originally thought she was used to it, but after Huang Yueying came that day, she took a serious look in front of the bronze mirror for the first time, and then took out sets of clothes and marked them on herself
, but in the end I went back to the outfit I usually wear most...
In fact, this is fine.
As a woman, how many people can she have in her life who can do what she likes?
Is making soup for her husband and making clothes for her children really something that a woman likes?
In fact, this is also a very normal thing. This is the case for many women throughout their lives. No matter whether they are happy or not, whether they are willing or not, they have to do it. And if you can choose to do what you like, shouldn't you?
Feeling happier?
Do you like making soup yourself?
Well, it’s okay to make some tea soup, but how about making soup...
When Cai Yan sometimes feels such a sense of loneliness, she will laugh at herself, and then continue to read, then organize, record, check, and revise...
But after Huang Yueying really left Pingyang, Cai Yan suddenly felt that this loneliness was even heavier, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
Cai Yan slumped his shoulders and let out a breath.
The small courtyard in front of me is not big, and it is easy to see the other end from one end, but the small courtyard in my heart seems to never be able to see the end, nor can I see the end clearly.
In a corner of the courtyard, there are a few obscure tea trees, spreading their branches and leaves in the sunshine. They were planted by someone when they left Pingyang, just because that person did not like to drink cooked tea soup, but only liked to drink clear tea...
Why didn't you say it before?
The temperature in summer has increased, and even the wind is warm, blowing Cai Yan's long hair on the temples and jumping lightly, and making the listless Cai Yan feel a little drowsy.
Unexpectedly, that little girl Huang Yueying would appear in front of him, and she could even pretend to be dignified...
Cai Yan smiled.
I heard that once Huang Yueying was researching some gunpowder, which accidentally exploded and even the yard wall collapsed. Someone was so frightened that someone strictly ordered Huang Yueying not to mess with those dangerous things at home from now on.
whee.
If you mess with something dangerous here...
Cai Yan rolled his eyes briefly, but sighed slightly. What else could be dangerous here? Could it be that some strange beast could jump out of the book?
The Academy was originally a place for studying, and Cai Yan didn't like to make noise, so the small courtyard became cleaner and cleaner, and there was nothing to play in. There were green mountains and green waters, but now Cai Yan doesn't have any.
The so-called browsing mood, let alone going to the academy.
On the other hand, Cai Yan would sometimes go for a walk in the peach grove outside the courtyard. Sometimes he would be in a daze in the peach grove, and then stay in a daze for a long time.
What about the future?
Cai Yan didn't have many specific ideas, nor was he very confident.
Maybe it will be like this for a lifetime...
Reading and writing were things she felt she could do very well, but she seemed not good at other things. As for that person's foundation or layout, Cai Yan didn't see it very clearly.
She didn't know exactly what would happen. She just knew that it seemed to be a big thing, too big for her to imagine.
But no matter what, she thought, she supported him.
In the distance, there seemed to be some movement in the academy, and then it became quiet again. Cai Yan didn't take it seriously. These days, students often argue with each other because of different sentences in a certain scripture, and the source of the dispute is
This is the similarity and difference she found between ancient classics and modern classics.
It’s funny to say that if you don’t search carefully, some of these books that have been written for hundreds of years will still make mistakes...
There is also the sentence reading, which often becomes a point of debate among students. Sometimes they make inferences word by word, and then gradually more and more people think that the sentence reading is indeed very good. If there was sentence reading in ancient times, it would be unnecessary now.
A lot of effort, but there are still two different opinions on whether to use sentence reading and pass it on. One is that it must be used, and the other is that in order to prevent the next generation from forming lazy habits, sentence reading is not suitable for one person.
Teach it from the beginning.
Anyway, it can be considered a good thing.
As for Cai Gu...
Cai Yan frowned slightly, feeling a little worried.
A certain thought vaguely arose in my mind, but I suppressed it immediately...
This relative of Chen Liu is not very good in character, but Cai Yan has been giving him money. In addition to his status as an elder, maybe because of this, Cai Yan feels that he still has a root, not that
A kind of drifting duckweed.
"Fengshu..." Cai Yan called softly, but no one responded, so he couldn't help but raise his voice, "Fengshu..."
"Boom!"
A dull voice sounded outside the booth, and then Feng Shu covered his head in panic and trotted in, saying, "Miss, what's the matter?"
"..." Cai Yan glanced helplessly and said, "Go get my piano...Wait a minute, go wash your hands and face first..." Cai Yan pointed at the corner of Feng Shu's mouth.
Feng Shu's face turned red when he heard "吖", and he quickly lowered his head and seemed to be able to escape, like a panicked deer.
Not long after, Feng Shu came back with his head lowered, put away his piano, and lit the incense burner. Then he fetched a copper basin, cleaned Cai Yan's hands, and wiped them dry with silk silk.
Cai Yan stretched out his lush green fingers and felt the warm summer wind taking away the slight coolness between his fingers. Fang sat in front of the piano and flicked the strings, and water-like notes flowed out:
"If you pick and collect your ears, you won't be able to fill the basket.
"I'm pregnant with someone, so I'll leave him alone.
