After all, I am also a person who loves traditional Chinese culture, even though I graduated from a sports academy.
But at least it still has some cultural heritage. At least this poem is used here, which can be regarded as appropriate for the occasion.
"What my son said is true." Mother Han looked at her talented son, and the smile on her face almost overflowed from the corners of her eyes.
"You guys have used your own means and methods to get money for the things sent out by my Yang family. It just helps to subsidize your family's income."
Uncle Li wiped away the tears that were moved by Yang Qian's compassionate heart and touching poems, and said with a bit of sobs.
"But Madam, our small family suffered a disaster, so we owe much to Madam and Young Master..."
At this time, Gao Shilian, who had been sitting silently by the side, came over, nodded to these old farmers and spoke warmly.
"Old man, you'd better take back this money."
"Why did the high official say this?" Uncle Li asked a little nervously when he saw Gao Shilian's robes and accessories.
Gao Shilian stroked his long beard and looked at Yang Qian, who was expressionless and heartbroken beside him, but his eyes were filled with admiration.
"You know, Mr. Yang doesn't accept your property because he looks down on you.
But it’s because Mr. Yang is a kind and kind gentleman. The Master said: A gentleman is known as righteousness, and a villain is known as benefit..."
"???" Yang Qian was immediately confused, and I expressed my refusal. Why is it related to Confucius?
Fortunately, he was keeping an expressionless face, and in the eyes of others, he would only look more and more enigmatic.
"Your Excellency has hit the mark." On the side, Uncle Song, the butler who was also very educated, saluted Gao Shilian with deep understanding.
Then he patiently explained it to these old farmers who were also confused.
"What the official means is that my young master is a gentleman who values righteousness and keeps his promises. A gentleman's promise is more important than a thousand stones."
"The poem my young master just said is enough to prove that although my young master does not leave home, he also understands the hardships of farmers like you, which is why you gave leeks to me before."
"My young master is about to give you some leeks. You can use them as soup, or you can exchange them for money and silk.
But if I return it, it will be putting my young master in a position of dishonesty."
The steward, Uncle Song, had bright eyes and was full of energy. He spoke loudly and energetically, and all the tenants finally came to their senses and looked ashamed.
A group of Yang family servants outside the hall were convinced, and they admired this young master more and more, who looked unsmiling, but was compassionate and considerate of the tenant farmers.
Afterwards, the demure and elegant mistress, Mrs. Han, gently comforted her, and then the tenant representatives, who had been admired by the noble personality of the host mother and son, left with gratitude and gratitude.
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Gao Shilian looked at Yang Qian with a numb expression.
"I wonder if the poem my nephew just wrote has a name?"
"The name of the poem should be "Compassion for the Farmers"..." Yang Qian replied distractedly.
Hearing the name of this poem, Gao Shilian thought about it for a long time, then he touched his palms and sighed.
"Pity, pity, a wise nephew and a great talent... His face is cold and his heart is warm. This poem overflows with kindness and love.
Knowing how difficult it is to farm, all the farmers are sweating and sweating from their ribs during the hoeing, so they cannot bear to use up their debauchery to drain the wealth of the people..."
"This kind of poetry is purely based on the meaning, not the work of words.
It is a great comfort for Brother Yang to have such a virtuous and wise nephew who cares about the world and is a pure gentleman in his life."
Gao Shilian was very happy that his good friend could have such a virtuous wife who was considerate of the sufferings of his servants.
But what concerned him more was his son Yang Qian, who was often proud of and mentioned by his friends.
In the past, I just felt that although this child had some attainments in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, he was too aloof and incomprehensible to human relationships.
Now it seems that I am blind.
Ignoring Gao Shiqian's chirping, Yang Qian tried hard to control himself and watched the old farmers collect their money piles and leave with shame on their faces.
This made Gao Shilian even more satisfied.
"The Master said: 'If a gentleman is not serious, he will not have authority; if he is learned, he will not be solid.' At such a young age, my wise nephew can be consistent in his words and deeds.
When receiving praise, his expression remains unchanged and he is as open-minded as ever. His achievements in the future are limitless..."
"...Thank you uncle for the compliment. My nephew really doesn't think there is anything to be happy about."
Watching ten pieces of money fly away, his heart felt as if countless knives had been stabbed into it, and he could no longer laugh.
I still look calm and humble, but my heart is bleeding and my soul is roaring?
The mission was completed, but now was not a good time to open the treasure chest. Yang Qian personally sent Gao Shilian out of the house.
When he returned to the front hall, his mother, Mrs. Han, grabbed Yang Qian's hand and looked left and right there. He couldn't get enough of the smiling faces, which really made Young Master Yang feel guilty.
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"Mom, why do you keep looking at your child like this without saying a word? This makes me feel very embarrassed."
Seeing her son's embarrassment, Han smiled and patted the back of Yang Qian's hand.
"I'm your mother. I brought you up since you were little. Why, mother can't even look at her good son anymore?"
After saying this, Yang Qian could only give in, saying that he was still a good, obedient and docile baby, and quickly changed the subject.
"Mom, I want to discuss something with you. I think the space for growing leeks in my yard is a bit too small..."
When I think about the fact that on less than an acre of land, you can earn ten cents from a harvest of leeks, even if this way of making money is just a short-term operation, you can still make a fortune.
For money, Yang Qian felt that he could work hard to get rich and get rid of poverty as soon as possible, so that he could enjoy the nourishing life of a descendant of officials in feudal society.
Before Yang Qian finished speaking, he stood aside. Uncle Song, who was continuously impressed by the young master, couldn't help sighing with emotion and bowed to the young master.
"Young master is really kind-hearted..."
"???" Yang Qian turned his head in confusion, "What do you mean? What did I do to make you feel so emotional?"
However, the housekeeper, Uncle Song, didn't look at him at all and had already started shaking his head and enjoying himself.
"Now that the entire Xingyang County has been hit by disaster, it is extremely difficult for the people to even eat a bite of vegetables.
The young master is worried about the people who have been affected by the disaster, so he is willing to expand the cultivation of leeks, which really impresses me."
Han smiled lovingly and nodded.
"My son has such a wish, mother is really happy. Mother will definitely find a way to help you with things like this."
Yang Qian first glared viciously at Zhili, who had caused him to lose a lot of wealth, and then said bravely.
"Mother, I am not going to give the expanded leeks to the tenant farmers, but I am going to sell them in exchange for money and silk."
Han raised his hand to stop Yang Qian's next words. After thinking for a moment, he relaxed his eyebrows and revealed a meaningful smile...