It's just a gold pen... Zhang Ximeng didn't care at all. He had no room to put the gold bowls and gold medals at home. The things given by the emperor couldn't be melted, and they couldn't be left to gather dust.
Every time I clean the house, I have to wipe it carefully and fiddle with it, which makes me sweat profusely.
It is really redundant and has no serious use at all.
Looking at the whole world, it is estimated that there are not many people who can ignore the things given by the emperor so much.
Song Lian, Liu Ji and others could only maintain their mentality, while Wu Bozong and other young people, including Bao Xun, had their eyes gleaming and showing strong expectations.
Zhang Ximeng smiled slightly and said, "Everyone, let's just put this golden pen in the hall... Let's write history with peace of mind. Whoever contributes the most to this book in the future will get the golden pen... Let me declare in advance that I am not included in the period."
If Zhang Ximeng were included, wouldn't that be bullying? With him included, who could take it away! And once Zhang Ximeng quits, the big guy's chance will come, so everyone is gearing up and eager to try.
Compiling history is not just about picking up a pen and writing quickly. It is just like writing a novel... for a good novel, you must at least know who it is written for and what the readership wants to see. Then you can prescribe the right medicine and start writing the book.
Compiling history is also the same routine. What Zhang Ximeng talks about are basic rules and regulations, and the principles must be conceived before starting the book.
The next step is to determine the protagonist, the main line, and what point of view should be used to compile this history book.
Therefore, at the next book revision meeting, the old man Bao Xun took the initiative and said: "Xiang Zhang, I have been fortunate enough to read the history of the Song Dynasty. I thought that when I first compiled the history, I couldn't escape the fact that the emperor was extremely virtuous and the ministers were extremely upright. However, the destiny was not there and the villains were at work.
The country is ruined and the family is destroyed, and there is no way to deal with it. I wonder if the old man is right?"
There was no need for Zhang Ximeng to answer this question. Gong Bosui nodded directly, "Yes, that's how it is practiced."
Bao Xun smiled again and asked: "Then why do you need to practice like this?"
Gong Bo was startled and didn't think of how to answer.
Bao Xun chuckled and said, "Did the Yuan Dynasty inherit the Song Dynasty system?"
Gong Bo then pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "Indeed! Although the Yuan Dynasty was very different from the Song Dynasty in terms of court and place. But after all, the Yuan Dynasty was a northern saint who came to rule the Central Plains and became the emperor of the Central Plains. He sat with the emperors of Zhao and Song Dynasties.
It's the same chair. If Emperor Zhao and Song were completely overthrown, Emperor Yuan would not look good on his face."
When Gong Bosui said this, everyone suddenly looked at Zhang Ximeng.
Why does it look familiar?
That's right, isn't this what those people said when they wanted to build a kneeling statue of Wan Yan in Hangzhou!
What they said is really not groundless. After all, the history of the Song Dynasty was cultivated in this way. If nothing else happens, the history of the Yuan Dynasty must also be cultivated in this way.
When Zhang Ximeng appeared, it was an accident.
Many years ago, he distinguished Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor, from his colleagues in the Song and Yuan Dynasties by dividing history and interpreting historical annals.
The founding of the Ming Dynasty relied on the support of all people, rather than the destiny of destiny.
Furthermore, the idea that destiny is the human heart is widely spread, and the people are the foundation.
Over the years, Zhang Ximeng's efforts, little changes, new ideas, and constant moisturizing...today, it seems that everything has been useful.
If you have laid enough groundwork, things will fall into place.
"The decline of China, the fall of Zhao and the Song Dynasty... The fault lies with the scholars! If the emperor is not upright, his ministers are not virtuous. Although there are many good officials who ask for orders for the people, and there are also warriors who are devoted to the country, the monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty are generally clumsy, ignorant and incompetent.
Selfishness, only knowing how to enjoy prosperity, no ambition, and no thoughts of the common people! This led to the shame of Jingkang and the disaster of Yashan." After listening to everyone's discussion, Zhang Ximeng concluded: "This should be used as the main line of compiling history.
, what do you think?"
"No!" Song Lian was the first to agree. He had followed Zhang Ximeng for so many years, studied Zhang Ximeng's articles, and talked to him many times. Today's situation did not surprise him at all.
It seems like it’s natural, that’s how it should be!
Liu Bowen, Gao Qi, Qian Tang and others probably all have the same meaning.
Anyway, they have already gone through the reshaping of their outlook on life, and now they happily accept it.
Wu Bozong, on the other hand, mused: "Zhao Song has been raising scholars for three hundred years, but after all, there are still loyal ministers who are as loyal as Prime Minister Wen. It seems that they should not be overthrown all!"
Without Zhang Ximeng to speak, Gao Qi smiled and said: "What does Zhao and Song use to support scholars? It's not the people's support for them! After all, it is the people who support the scholars, and Prime Minister Wen and other loyal ministers also serve the country and the people, not for Zhao.
The Song family! This is my opinion!"
Wu Bozong's face turned red and he nodded quickly, "I am sincerely convinced."
Zhang Ximeng added: "Indeed, I just said that the death of the Song Dynasty was due to the scholars and the incompetence of the emperors of Zhao and Song Dynasties... But there is another problem. We write history, promote heroes, and denounce evildoers... We want to make history readers
When people see heroes, they see hope. Therefore, in addition to denigrating the scholars of Zhao and Song Dynasties and the emperor, they also praise loyal ministers and righteous men, such as Yue Fei and Wen Tianxiang. They are all heroes worthy of a special book and worthy of praise and tears! But I hope everyone will write the book before
At this time, you must understand one thing. Loyal ministers and good generals like Yue Fei and Wen Tianxiang were jealous and excluded by the monarchs of Zhao and Song Dynasties. Good people cannot gain a foothold in the court. The so-called people who are upright and prosperous in the court are actually full of traitors. Our pen,
It must be placed on a few loyal ministers and good generals, it must be placed on the common people, do you understand?"
Everyone agreed, and the direction was set. Zhang Ximeng's articles and various opinions over the years were just used to compile history.
In other words, this time of compiling history, we also want to summarize and organize the things advocated by Zhang Ximeng, and make the best annotations using the annals of history.
I wonder which scholar in the past five thousand years has been able to be so luxurious?
Holding a golden pen in hand, writing eternal history.
A family's words annotate the Spring and Autumn Period of a hundred generations.
Zhang Ximeng has truly reached a height that no literati in the past dynasties can reach.
Naturally, he did not dare to be careless, so he went all out and was busy with the matter at hand.
Standing at the top is both a pleasure and a responsibility.
Compared to Zhang Ximeng who was trembling with fear, the other person was just enjoying it.
This person is Lan Yu.
What kind of job did Lan Yu take?
Just go to Shaoxing, bury Song Lizong's skull, and repair the Liuling Tomb of Song Dynasty. It can be regarded as a funeral for the Song Dynasty.
There is no doubt that this is Zhu Yuanzhang's reward for him. Although he is not knighted, he will arrange an appearance for you to make you happy.
Lan Yu, who received the mission, almost couldn't find Bei!
Think about it, can a guy who wants to be a champion be an honest person?
His honesty in front of Juyongguan can only show that he has not lost his mind and knows how many bowls of dry rice he has to eat.
As for buying the salt, returning to Yingtian, and saying so many things in front of reporters, Lan Yu had already thought of it before leaving.
He wants to establish an image.
A young general of the Ming Dynasty, a role model for rising stars in the army.
Different from Xu Da's calmness and sophistication, different from Chang Yuchun's bravery and invincibility... Lan Yu needs a style of his own, his own logo.
Not only must he be able to fight, but he must also be considerate of the country, have structure, and be ambitious, and his realm is far beyond that of ordinary warriors... He must be elegant in conversation and have an extraordinary temperament.
By the way, you also need to have some unique logo so that people can tell it’s you at a glance.
Especially newspapers. With so many people reading newspapers now, you should learn to use newspapers to enhance your reputation.
Those dozen jars of salt can only be regarded as a small test of one's skills.
The next step is to bury Song Lizong's skull, which is his chance to show off his talents!
Lan Yu thought about it and felt that she couldn't miss it.
He thought over and over again and decided to give himself a mark, a mark that was different from any other general.
Today's warriors of the Ming Dynasty, apart from their military uniforms and armors, even their red official uniforms are nothing unique.
After thinking about it, Lan Yu made two hats, one of which was made of tiger skin. The intention was obvious and could be sung in a song:
We are from the Ming Dynasty, from the north of the Ming Dynasty.
It is very difficult to kill the enemy in the north.
It's as difficult as killing a tiger, the tiger is nothing.
Punch each one, beat him to death and make a hat, and put the hat on his head.
This is the meaning of the first top. As for the second top, it is much more subtle.
Lan Yu chose wool felt, which is commonly used in the north, and then made a hat with a brim out of the felt, which can block the wind and snow. By the way, he also dyed this felt hat bright red and wore it on his head, which looked a bit like Coach Lin's head.
The smell of Fengxue Mountain Temple.
Lan Yu was so proud that she came to Zhang Ximeng's mansion.
I would like to ask which one better represents his temperament...
Zhang Ximeng is so busy. Even if he is at home, seeing Lan Yu's virtues as a coquettish guy, he promises to give him two big bids.
You bastard, you came here pretending to be like me, you think you are the five-star emperor!
It's a pity that Zhang Ximeng is not here, only Zhang Shuning is at home, and Zhu Di is also there. Since he stabbed the second and third children, Zhu Di's salary has increased sharply, at least no one dares to deduct his clothing.
Not only was he not deducted, he was even given an extra copy, which was given to Zhang Shuning.
Zhu Di took Zhang Shuning and ran around the house, and happened to bump into Lan Yu.
"Who are you?"
Lan Yu looked at Zhu Di. After all, he was the prince's future wife and uncle, so he should look down on Zhu Di. But why did the fourth prince get to play with Junior Brother Shu Ning? What an anomaly!
"Who am I? I am the future champion of our Ming Dynasty, the number one in the army!"
Zhu Di rolled his eyes and suddenly said: "You are not! I am! I want to be the General of the Conquest of the West!"
Lan Yu couldn't help laughing, "General, take a look, which of these two hats looks better?"
Lan Yu first performed a magic trick, showing off a tiger skin hat and a red felt hat, and waved them in front of Zhu Di's eyes.
Zhu Di's eyes widened and he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab it!
"This great general wants it! Give it to me!"
"Dream!" Lan Yu didn't buy it. He quickly took it back and put the red felt hat on his head. He hummed a song and took steps to pull him up to the sky. He turned around and left, leaving Zhu Di with a cool back.
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Zhu Di weighed it and concluded that he probably couldn't take the blame. He clenched his fists and suddenly roared: "Just wait, I will become a general sooner or later, and I will ask you to be a stable boy for me! Just wait!"