This afternoon, Yuan Ji and Liu Jian ate venison and drank a lot of wine.
For Yuan Ji, he rarely meets people like Liu Jian in his life.
The martial artist from Bianjun was "bold and forthright, always talking about what he said". He was not pretentious and did not quote scriptures or arguments when speaking. When he drank to his heart's content, he would pick up a jar and drink it to his death.
Such people are rare.
As the next generation of the Yuan family's Shoucheng clan leader, Yuan Ji has been in contact with people in Luoyang since his crowning ceremony. They are all powerful people with status, rank, and high-ranking families. They are county-level powerful people, and they generally follow Yuan's family.
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If Liu Jian had not been the son-in-law of Zheng Xuan, he would not be able to sit in front of Yuan Ji today.
A person who was not qualified to sit in front of Yuan Ji, but now he sat in front of him, saying words that Yuan Ji would rarely hear, and expressing his heart to his heart's content.
Yuan Ji, who usually had to be indifferent and natural when interacting with noble families and maintain the demeanor of a legitimate son of the Yuan family, was greatly relaxed in his interaction with Liu Jian, a descendant of the border county.
If you think about it carefully, which person in the court or the disciples of the imperial family can compare with the conduct of the Five Tigers of Zhuoxian County?
In short, Liu Jian brought a sense of freedom and naturalness that Yuan Ji had not experienced for many years.
Perhaps Yuan Benchu was also in such a happy mood when he made friends with people like Liu Jian? Yuan Ji couldn't help but secretly thought.
It’s no wonder that when Ben Chulu was young, he was very fond of chivalry.
It's quite cool.
It's been a long time since I've had such an unbridled drink with someone.
In the blink of an eye, the whole deer was wiped out by Yuan Ji, Liu Jian and their men, and the wine they brought was all gone.
The sky is getting darker and the wind is biting.
And at this moment when he should have gone home, Yuan Ji actually started singing.
"The gold is the gate of the king, and the white jade is the hall. There are bottles of wine in the hall, and envoys are called Handan. There are osmanthus trees in the courtyard, and the lanterns are so bright. There are two or three brothers, and the middle son is the minister..."
Scholars in the late Han Dynasty liked to sing after drinking, and Yuan Ji was no exception. He suddenly sang in the audience, which surprised Liu Jian.
Over there, Yuan Ji's men heard Yuan Ji singing and stood up one after another. They stepped on Yuan Ji's singing and sang out to suit Yuan Ji's tune.
Their voices are generally two or three keys lower than Yuan Ji's. Every line Yuan Ji sings, they will join in chorus with him until the last two words he sings.
But the problem is that not all of these servants are professional singers. Yuan Ji's voice is quite good. Although there is no musical accompaniment, at least Liu Jian can barely listen to his singing without getting upset.
But Liu Jian couldn't stand the harmonious people under his command.
It's just that the singing was unpleasant, but they all had strange voices, including a few big male duck voices, which made the people howling with panic... As soon as they sang together, the song became unlistenable.
Apart from being disorganized, this group of people couldn't even sing on an eight-beat beat. Every sentence was punctuated by intermittent accents, which was the same as listening to an old-fashioned tape recorder.
"Gold is your king~door~door door door~"
"White jade is your king~tang~tangtang~"
"Put bottles of wine, wine, wine, wine in the hall..."
There is no one else who can sing this special chorus with a stuttering feeling.
Li Damu and Yu did not cater to Yuan Ji, but looking at their expressions, they actually enjoyed it.
Liu Jian let out a long sigh in embarrassment. There was indeed a thousand-year generation gap between the Eastern Han people's appreciation of songs and his own.
After a while, after singing the song, Yuan Ji laughed with satisfaction, and the servants accompanying him cheered loudly.
Yuan Ji turned around and came to Liu Jian and said happily: "It's great!"
Liu Jian secretly thought that your happiness is based on the pain of others.
But he still said against his will: "When the monarch sings, his instruments are majestic and powerful, and he has the posture of a master."
"Haha, Yuan is a little embarrassed when you praise him! Come on, come on, Deran will also sing a song to celebrate!"
"Me? I don't have to." Liu Jian waved his hands hastily, thinking that I can't afford to disgrace you.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Ji got into the mood today and would not stop until Liu Jian sang a song.
"No, Yuan sang it first today. Since you recognize me as your friend, how can you let me be the best in front of you?"
Liu Jian thought to himself: I beg you, just be more beautiful than me. I promise not to be jealous of you little larks, okay?
But Yuan Ji had obviously made up his mind. If Liu Jian didn't sing a song today, he wouldn't let him go.
In the end, Liu Jian gave in, and he could only sing a song at Yuan Ji's urging.
"There is a narrow slope in Chang'an, and the slope is not suitable for traffic. It happened that two young men came together to ask about Jun's family. Jun's family is near the new market, which is easy to remember. The eldest son has two thousand stones, and the middle son is a filial and honest man. The younger one has no official position and no clothes.
When I was an official in Luoyang, my three sons all came into the room, and the room was filled with light. The eldest woman was weaving gauze, while the middle woman was weaving yellow. The younger woman was doing nothing, and went up to the high hall with her harp in hand. My father-in-law was slowly tuning the strings to Weiyang!"
Yuan Jian was still in high spirits and happy at first, but after Liu Jian finished singing a song, the smile on his face disappeared.
After Liu Jian finished singing, he turned to Yuan Ji and said, "Jun Houjue, how did Jian sing?"
"Everything else is fine, but the rhythm of your tune is wrong. You need to practice more diligently in the future."
Liu Jian: "..."
You guys have the nerve to accuse me of being out of tune?
Pooh--!
Yuan Ji waved to everyone and said: "Go back to the city!"
Everyone returned to Luoyang under the cover of night. Along the way, Yuan Ji and Liu Jian kept pace with each other, but they did not have the excitement of singing just now. Instead, they had gloomy faces and looked quite unhappy.
Liu Jian was riding the horse beside Yuan Ji, with a calm and natural look on his face, and he didn't talk too much.
When I was young, I finally heard Yuan Ji looking up at the sky and murmuring to himself: "The eldest son has two thousand stones, the middle son is a filial and honest man. The younger son has no official position and is well-dressed in Luoyang. All three sons have entered the house, and the room has its own light..."
Self-generated light in the room, hahahaha! Good, good, good self-generated light in the room!"
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Liu Jian, his eyes suddenly seemed a little fierce: "If two generations of a family have their own plans and speculate on each other's advantages and disadvantages, how can this family prosper?"
Faced with Yuan Ji's sudden questioning, Liu Jian showed a "shocked" expression.
"Why did you say this? Is there any difficulty?"
"I have no problem, I just want to ask Deran, if you are from a border county, what should you do if you encounter what Shicai said?"
"What should we do if there is nothing?"
Liu Jian looked very natural and said: "In a family, no matter how many branches or clans there are, everyone will definitely have their own desires and desires. People are not saints, and this is the way it should be. And in my opinion, each branch of a family and its clans will have their own desires.
Internal division of interests has been common practice since ancient times."
"From the princes of the family to the common people in the capital of Guizhou, it is nothing more than the same, except that the interests to be divided can be big or small, and they have great power. There is a house and land in the middle, and there is clothes, money and property below. Every family lives this way. Who knows?
Does the son of a family have power and wealth? That is against human nature, but no matter how the family is divided, the family will always fight and cannot be separated, because wherever there are people, there will be fights. As long as everyone has a certain level and bottom line in each other's hearts,
It’s not a problem at all.”
"Wherever there are people, there must be disputes..." After hearing this, Yuan Ji seemed to have a clear understanding: "In De Ran's opinion, the disputes within the clan are not considered serious disputes?"
"Of course it doesn't count. There is no family in the world that cannot be disputed. Even the heads of clans in every county are like this. But the struggle between the big and the small depends on whether there are people with superb means in the clan."
"High tactics?" Yuan Ji narrowed his eyes and asked curiously: "How can a relative of the same family use tricks? Isn't it because of the reputation of harming relatives?"
Liu Jian smiled and said: "This method is just an adjective. If you are dealing with the outside world, you should use iron and blood methods, use skills, Tao and strategy, and do whatever you can. But for your own people, you can never use hard methods. You need to use family affection.
Only by being gentle with each other, making friends at a distance and attacking at close range, and using softness to overcome hardness, can we fight beautifully and be able to make divisions invisible."
"Not very clear."
"Well... let's do it, Junhou, I will tell you a story, and you will probably understand. The protagonists of the story are people from Zhuoxian County, called the Four Tigers of Zhuoxian County."