Chapter two hundred and eighty eighth one cut plum
Yu Chunfeng was stunned for a moment, then said angrily: "This is nonsense and nonsense!"
Su Wen's remarks sounded good, but there was no room for maneuver.
In his opinion, taxes are the foundation of the country, how can they be abolished? If the taxes of farmers are abolished, the world will not be able to function normally! There is also corvee, let alone abolishing it. If the corvee is paid, it will be difficult for the court to afford it.
Such a huge expenditure.
"To the governor, it's not that I'm just dreaming, it's that your vision is too low and your vision is still stuck in the rut, unable to see the future direction of the world."
"Um?"
Hearing Su Wen's words, Yu Chunfeng was stunned.
In the hearts of extraordinary people, both the "past" and the future are mysterious and sacred. The more profound the extraordinary power that a person has mastered, the more he feels that history is confusing, and in the future, even the most powerful magician and extraordinary person will calculate and get
The results are also vague, and the future development trend cannot be seen at all.
So when Su Wen mentioned such words, Yu Chunfeng quickly calmed down.
Although Su Wen's extraordinary power is average, his potential is unlimited.
It is not impossible if Su Wen has seen some scenes of the future.
If we can get some future inspiration from Su Wen's ears, the harvest will be huge.
"In ancient times, people ate the wind and drank the dew, rubbed their hair and drank the blood, and the great road was not obvious. Even in the so-called era of the holy kings, the kings had territories of no more than a hundred or a thousand miles, and governed no more than ten thousand people. Is this a fact?"
Su Wen first said this.
"This is natural." Yu Chunfeng nodded and said.
"At that time, the people did not distinguish between grains. They planted extensively and harvested little. From a hundred acres of land, they could only earn less than ten bushels. They hunted and fished for a year, and the young and old could hardly eat meat. Is this true?"
"In the beginning of ignorance, it's natural." Yu Chunfeng frowned. He just wanted to hear Su Wen talk about the future. If Su Wen didn't have anything to say but was talking nonsense, he wouldn't be polite.
"If the governor looks at the present time, farmers can harvest three dan of grain from one acre of land, which is several times more than in ancient times. It is not difficult for ordinary people's families to have a meal of meat. This is enough to illustrate that the times are
In progress, productivity is developing..."
"That's it?"
Yu Chunfeng was quite disappointed and interrupted Su Wen's singing.
Su Wen was a little disappointed. He could talk about the industrial revolution from primitive society. And the Mohists and peasants in this era have a good chance of guiding the technological revolution. As long as they are guided properly, there will be qualitative changes.
"Hmph, write your poem!" Yu Chunfeng felt that Su Wen was just talking and wasting time, so he led Su Wen to his desk, moved a stack of rice paper from the simple bookshelf, and finally hesitated.
, he took out an ink ingot from the secret compartment of the bookshelf and placed it in front of Su Wen.
"This is tribute ink...inch gold ink?"
Su Wen weighed the ink block in his hand and was very surprised. Cunjin ink is a tribute from Jiannan Road. It is made of a kind of spiritual wood. The process is not complicated, but the raw materials are precious and the price is far more than gold.
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Cunjin ink is generally not used to write ordinary documents. The demand for Cunjin ink by Yin Yang and Taoists is almost bottomless. The talismans drawn with Cunjin ink have additional blessing effects, but Cunjin ink was used by a large number of imperial courts.
Due to the monopoly, Yin Yang and Taoists can only get a small amount of quota every year.
Unexpectedly, Yu Chunfeng would have such a thing in his hands.
But Su Wen felt relieved when he thought about it. Yu Chunfeng was a feudal official in the Liang Dynasty, and it was normal to have a little bit of gold and ink.
What I didn't expect was that Yu Chunfeng would take out such a precious thing for his own use.
"Write now?"
Su Wenwen wanted to hide the golden ink and take out the usual ink block from the treasure bag instead, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it would be too cheap to do so, so it was better not to covet such a small advantage as Yu Chunfeng.
"Wait a moment for me to set up the formation to collect spiritual energy."
Seeing how calm Su Wen was, the muscles on Yu Chunfeng's face twitched slightly.
At this time, the secret technique of persuasion that Su Wen had exerted on him had gradually lost its effect.
At this time, Yu Chunfeng began to doubt whether there would be any problems with his decision.
He is a cautious person. Even if he knows that Su Wen can bring him enough literary spirit, in order to be on the safe side, he will not abandon the Confucian scholars in the inn. Even if he does not kill them on the spot to plunder their spirituality, he will capture a few and be prepared.
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"Maybe... I should..." Yu Chunfeng thought to himself, he should have slapped Su Wen to death with one hand and robbed Su Wen of his spirituality. When he returned to the inn, he still had time to abduct other people.
"Dad, can I come in?"
At this time, there was a sound of slight sand outside the door. It was Yu Chunfeng's daughter Yu Shi. At some point, she was already standing outside the door.
Su Wen was very surprised because he didn't feel Yu Shi's breath.
"Shouldn't I let you have a good rest?"
Yu Chunfeng put away his thoughts, his voice became gentle, and said: "Come in, it's cold outside."
He arranged the formation casually and stood to one side, waiting for Su Wen to write a poem.
He admired Su Wen's talent, but at this moment, after calming down, he still had doubts about Su Wen's ability.
Su Wen looked up and saw a group of gray mist slowly coming in from outside the study. In the gray mist, there was a girl wrapped in her face. The girl's face was blurred and her breath was extremely weak.
"I've met Mr. Su."
When the girl in the gray mist saw Su Wen, her facial features seemed to solidify for a moment, and her voice was full of joy: "Why are you here?"
With complaints in her voice, she said to Yu Chunfeng: "Dad, you invited Mr. Su, why didn't you tell me? If I hadn't seen the ink on "Peach Blossom Collection" was still wet, I wouldn't have thought of this.
One crop."
"..." Su Wenshan smiled. He thought to himself, the ink marks were not dry yet, maybe it was because of the humid weather, or maybe your father pretended to be me and signed under a false name. It would be too far-fetched to contact me all at once.
Already?
"Hello, Miss Yu." Su Wen said hello. He originally wanted to look at the girl carefully, but when he felt Yu Chunfeng's piercing gaze, he gave up the idea, lowered his head and lightly studied the ink, and said lightly: "Yu Chunfeng
The governor just wants to be literary, and there is no requirement to write any poems or essays, right?"
"No."
Yu Chunfeng is very pragmatic.
What he wants is literary style, as long as the chapters written by Su Wen can bring literary style. As for what he writes, he doesn't care.
"Where's Miss Yu?"
"Mr. Su...you mean...this poem was given to me?"
Yu Shi was so happy that she couldn't even believe everything she heard.
"...You can say that." Su Wen was also startled for a moment, but his eyes lit up and he felt that something could be done. He was sure that Yu Chunfeng cared about this daughter, and Yu Shi seemed to like the poems he copied.
Even though Yu Shi was trying to please Yu Shi, even if Yu Chunfeng wanted to harm him in a short period of time, he might not be willing to do so.
Thinking of this, Su Wen said: "Miss Yu likes pear blossoms?"
"How do you know, Master?"
Yu Shi's heartstrings trembled slightly, and his voice also trembled a little.
Su Wen secretly wondered what season it was, and there were two pear blossoms in the yard. Isn't this obvious? But he said: "Guess". He secretly planned in his heart: "Since there was "Peach Blossom Collection" before, then let's use it
...Write a book about pear blossoms?" He suddenly remembered the two pear blossoms in front of Yu Chunfeng's yard.
"Although the old mountains are here, I don't care about you. I'm going to Chang'an to spend the late spring. There are pear trees and moonlight in the stream. Who does it belong to tonight?"
A touch of literary style lingers around. The author of this short poem was from the Tang Dynasty, but Su Wen didn't know who the author was. He just thought it was appropriate for the occasion, so he made it the first poem.
"good."
Yu Chunfeng saw that Su Wen was writing like the wind, and he wrote a short poem in an instant, which was quite shocking in his heart.
When he was at the inn, he had seen Su Wen's quick thinking. But at that time, it could be explained that Su Wen had the ability to be resourceful in times of crisis.
Unexpectedly, Su Wen still picked it up casually and composed poems easily.
"A pear tree and a stream of moon, I wonder who it belongs to tonight?"
Yu Shi's breathing suddenly became rapid.
"Is this poem... written for me?" She murmured, but just looking at the lingering grayness in herself, the joy in her heart suddenly disappeared, and the facial features that had gradually emerged disappeared again.
"Good boy!"
When Yu Chunfeng saw his daughter acting like this, he was secretly angry: "You actually write poems to tease my daughter. Those old scholars are right. These guys who are good at writing poems are like bees and butterflies. They are a disaster while they are alive and cannot be left behind!" But look!
When the Wen Qi gathered into the formation, his anger dissipated a lot.
"One cut plum..." Su Wen paused for a moment, changed a piece of rice paper, and wrote down the name of the Ci Pai.
"Hey, instead of writing poetry, you changed the lyrics?" Yu Chunfeng was surprised.
He only knew that Su Wen could write poetry, and almost every poem could attract literary attention.
But I have never heard that Su Wen can also compose lyrics.
I saw Su Wen pondering slightly, his pen swimming like a dragon.
Yu Shi didn't know when he was standing next to Su Wen. When he saw the line of grass, he whispered: "The rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed. I forget my youth and miss my youth."
Just after reciting this sentence, her whole body trembled, her facial features hardened, and tears rolled in her eyes.
Since being contaminated, she has been tortured by illness every day, unable to leave the house and wasting her time.
"Who cares about pleasure? I feel ecstasy under the flowers, but I feel ecstasy under the moon."
Su Wen said another sentence.
Just seeing this, Yu Shi burst into tears.
For a person who is just hanging on for dear life, there is no pleasure to speak of. The moonlit pear blossoms in the mountains are extremely beautiful, but everything is ultimately silent and has nothing to do with her.
"Good guy..."
Yu Chunfeng only felt his scalp numb. Yu Shi was intoxicated in the artistic conception of Ci Qian, but he felt the literary energy around him surge.
He could even sense that the two pear trees in the courtyard, which were kept alive by his extraordinary power, were nourished by the majestic literary energy, and the haggard flowers and leaves showed a gloomy vitality.
Su Wen put a brush on the stone inkstone and wrote the following words in one breath: "Sorrowful eyebrows are frowning all over the sun, thousands of cry marks, ten thousand cry marks. Look at the sky at dawn, look at the clouds at dusk, and miss you when I walk.
I miss you too."
"Okay, it's really well written..."
The haze-like aura on Yu Shi's body disappeared without a trace at this time. A girl from Pingting stood next to Su Wen, her eyes were blurred, she looked at the small words that had just been written on the paper, and then at Su Wen.
"Shi'er..."
Yu Chunfeng was shocked when he saw the smell of pollution disappearing from Yu Shi's body.
He knew very well what happened to Yu Shi at this time. He had tried his best before, but he could not get Yu Shi to gather enough literary power to be promoted to the Confucian Sequence One. He actually saw Su Wen write two poems and his promotion was completed?
"Old Yu, come out and die!"
At this time, a rough voice sounded violently outside the yard.