In ancient times, there seems to be no such thing as retirement as an official. Either you had to resign for some reason, or you just kept working until you couldn't do it anymore.
For example, Liu Hong, logically speaking, is quite old, but the imperial court did not care about showing any sympathy, but sent him to Shanyang County as usual. Although he was a prefect with power over a land, he was old after all.
Traveling from Luoyang to Shanyang County in Yanzhou is a painful thing.
Moreover, Yanzhou was also an area where the Yellow Turban Rebellion was quite severe. Liu Hong had to go there not only to appease the people and restore production, but also to fight wits and courage with the remnants of the Yellow Turban troops who had become bandits and road tyrants, and even to form an army to eliminate them. So in fact,
It's not easy to take on this position.
Liu Hong is a descendant of Liu Xing, King of Lu of the Eastern Han Dynasty, but by his generation, under the favor order, it was almost done to make it easier for him to enter the official career, and the other effects were really minimal.
Liu Hong was very fond of mathematics since he was a child, but his arithmetic skills and official position were only reused after Cai Yong's recommendation.
First, he compiled "Qi Yao Shu", and later wrote "Ba Yuan Shu". He also worked with Cai Yong to supplement "Han Shu·Lü Li Ji". It can be said that his friendship with Cai Yong was based on the discussion and wisdom in each book.
produced in the collision.
The most gratifying thing in life is to have a close friend who understands you and can talk with you through a common language, right?
Fei Qian understood the feelings between the two old men, so he went to the side and silently poured two glasses of wine for the two old men, then held them in his hands and placed them one by one in front of the two old men.
Liu Hong was the first to come to his senses, picked up the wine cup, and toasted to Cai Yong: "Come on, uncle, don't act like a child, and drink this cup!"
Cai Yong was invited to raise the wine baron, and the two drank the wine in one gulp.
Liu Hong turned to Fei Qian and said: "Zi Yuan, you are quite good at arithmetic, but you still need to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and concentrate on your studies. Don't be lazy."
Fei Qian quickly stood aside and accepted.
Liu Hong then said: "Your master, Cai Shizhong, is old. You need to be careful from time to time and serve around you to fulfill the courtesy of a disciple."
"Wei!" Fei Qian agreed again with his hands raised and saluted.
Liu Hong looked at Fei Qian again, and said with some seriousness: "It's good for you to be gentle to others, but you need to be careful when choosing friends. I heard that you and Lu Bulu went drinking together the day before yesterday?"
Fei Qian was startled, your old man is really well-informed, "It was a disciple who met me by chance, and I feel that Lu Bu and Lu Fengxian have been in the border area for many years, and besides -"
Fei Qian secretly glanced at the faces of the two old men and found that there was not much change, so he continued: "Disciple feels that the world is in chaos, but his martial arts skills are not very good, so he asked Lu Bulu Fengxian for some tips to protect himself..."
——You have to find a valid reason for yourself, right?
After hearing this, Liu Hong and Cai Yong looked at each other and nodded, seeming to agree with Fei Qian's reasons.
Cai Yong said: "A gentleman has six skills. As Ziyuan said, it's okay to learn some martial arts moves, but those on the battlefield can be harmful, so you need to be careful."
There is a huge difference between the scholars of the Han Dynasty and the sour Confucians of later generations who would collapse at the slightest hint of wind. The biggest difference lies in the "six arts". In order to better control intellectuals, later generations secretly changed the six arts of the gentleman from
Li, Yue, She, Yu, Shu, and Shu were replaced by "Yi", "Book", "Poetry", "Li", "Le", and "Spring and Autumn" - after all, a bookworm is easier to control than a person with both civil and military skills.
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The record in "Zhou Li * Bao Shi" is very clear: "To raise a country's sons with the Tao is to teach six arts: the first is the five rituals, the second is the six music, the third is the five shots, the fourth is the five controls, and the fifth is the six arts.
Book, Six Days and Nine Numbers." Among them, shooting and driving are related to the value of force, not all of them are various books like in later generations.
In the Han Dynasty, there were many scholars who followed the six arts of the ancient gentleman and developed them in an all-round way. The famous Ban Chao, who wrote and joined the army, is the most typical example.
Therefore, when Fei Qian said that his force value was low and hoped to ask Lu Bu for some advice to increase his force value, Liu Hong and Cai Yong felt that there was nothing strange about it, and reminded Fei Qian that Lu Bu's stuff was more for the battlefield.
Fighting too vigorously may hurt the body, so be careful.
Those who need to be told have been told, and those who have questions have been answered. Liu Hong thinks that's it. If we are destined to meet in the future, there will still be a chance to meet. If...
Liu Hong poured a cup of wine for himself and drank it, then poured another cup for Cai Yong and said, "Yuan Zhuo is gone. I don't know when I will hear Bo Jie playing the harp again. Is Bo Jie willing to serve Yuan Zhuo again?"
Play a song?"
Cai Yong nodded, his voice a little hoarse: "Good! Ziyuan, please take my piano."
Huh? Could it be that he asked me to go back to the city to get the harp? No, Old Man Cai must have brought it with him! As expected, Fei sneaked to the carriage where Cai Yong came from and found an antique harp in the carriage.
When Fei Qian carefully brought the guqin over, Liu Hong stretched his neck to look at it, and smiled at Cai Yong: "I give this guqin to you, and you say goodbye to me with this qin. One peck and one drink, it is your destiny..."
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After Fei Qian arranged the guqin and burned it on the incense burner, Cai Yong calmly sat down behind the qin and slowly placed his hands on the qin.
Everything around him seemed to quiet down at this moment, and Fei Qian seemed to only hear the sound of his own heartbeat...
I saw Cai Yong's fingers suddenly flying like butterflies on the strings, and a continuous stream of notes came towards me——
Fei Qian felt as if he was suddenly deep in the mountains. The breeze was blowing around him, causing waves of pine leaves to sound. A clear spring flowed from one side, winding all the way down the mountain. Logically speaking, it should
It feels relaxed and happy, but I don’t know why but I feel a little sad...
At your feet is a winding mountain road, circling along the mountain, and at the end of the mountain road, there seems to be a figure moving forward, farther and farther...
Fei Qian suddenly wanted to retain that figure, but he couldn't catch up to him. He wanted to shout but couldn't. He could only watch the figure gradually move away step by step until it disappeared...
There seemed to be a group of wild geese flying in the sky, making bursts of chirping sounds, so I had to turn the sadness of farewell into deep thoughts and sincere blessings...
Liu Hong closed his eyes and listened. When he heard this, he stood up. Without saying anything else to Cai Yong, he threw his long sleeves to both sides with both hands and started to dance, swaying, with wide open and close movements.
With an indescribable sense of simplicity, I walked out of the pavilion while dancing to the sound of Cai Yong's piano, singing loudly:
"Green Qi caresses the clear voice, and generously plays the lingering sorrow."
The long song is about to travel far away, and it is a metaphor in my heart.
Look down at the Jingwei River and look up at the floating clouds.
Good friends stay away from each other, and don’t wander around..."
Cai Yong's closed eyes were filled with tears, and he opened his mouth to say:
"Autumn is cold in early September, and there is heavy frost in the morning forest.
Chu Yang was so sad that he burst into tears.
The yellow swan spreads its wings and flies, and is actually in the sky.
The mountains are high and the rivers are far apart, and I miss you forever..."
Amidst the sound of piano and singing, Liu Hong boarded the carriage, and the group of people and horses walked along the official road, gradually getting further and further away until they disappeared from sight...
