Zhang Yang put the kettle on the stove to boil, and then washed the meat and vegetables he bought.
Inside the house, the snoring of the little bear could be heard.
Li Yue was sleeping on the recliner and moved her body, slowly opened her eyes, took off her pillow and stood up.
Outside the house, her husband was washing meat and vegetables. He was washing pots and tidying up bowls. Looking at her husband's busy back, she couldn't help but remember that life was like this back then. She narrowed her eyes and smiled happily.
When the daughter woke up, the little bear also woke up. He consciously took his little master's lapel and put her into the cradle.
Then he shook the fur on his body, shook his head and walked out of the house, sitting on the threshold and looking at the heavy snow in the sky.
Li Yue carried a kettle and poured some hot water into her husband's basin, and sat aside to comb Xiao Wu's long hair, who was still a little sleepy.
"Things in the DPRK are very troublesome."
"It's not troublesome, everyone will find a solution together." Zhang Yang finished washing the meat and vegetables and wiped his hands again.
Xiao Wu woke up a lot when he was blown by the cold wind.
Li Yue put Xiao Wu's long hair up to make her look better, "I'm going to cook."
Zhang Yang stopped and said, "I prepared some rice noodles and we will make dumplings to eat."
"OK."
It snowed all night, and after eating dumplings... Listening to the sound of wind and snow outside, Zhang Yang drew drawings alone. He scratched his head in pain from time to time, and many drawings were scrapped overnight.
A grenade is not a big thing, but the drawings required are more complicated than that of an artillery piece.
Every time her husband threw down a drawing, Li Yue would pick it up and burn it on the spot. This was the biggest secret in the family.
Zhang Yang suddenly came back to his senses and said, "Where's the one I just drew?"
She pointed to the brazier, and at this moment the drawings were completely consumed by the flames.
Seeing the regretful look in her husband's eyes, as if she had made a mistake, Li Yue stood up and straightened her clothes with a displeased look on her face, "This is our family's secret. It cannot be spread or leave any traces."
After speaking, she looked a little guilty, picked up her daughter and walked quickly back to her room.
Listening to the howling of the strong wind outside, the wind leaking in through the window made the oil lamp sway.
Zhang Yang held a ruler in his hand to outline the drawing, fixed the charcoal pens he made into a compass, and drew an arc. The tip of the charcoal pen broke in the middle of drawing the line.
After patting away the debris on the drawing, he was upset for a moment and said that everything went wrong after meeting Cheng Yaojin.
This general's horoscope is too evil.
Put all the drawings drawn tonight into the brazier and burn them.
My daughter has also gone to bed, and it is already late at night.
Li Yue opened the door again and saw her husband holding his forehead in distress, with long loose hair hanging down from his forehead, and muttering in a low voice.
"It's getting dark, go to bed early."
As he spoke, Li Yue took off his hair crown and arranged his thick long hair.
Zhang Yang leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed, "I can't even make the fuse to fire well. It's really hard for me."
"It also took a long time to make the earth mine."
"I thought it wouldn't be too difficult, but now I can't even make a wooden-handled grenade." Zhang Yang sighed: "I have to stop for a while. If I continue like this, I will go crazy."
"Well, then don't think about this now."
"Well, rest."
The couple walked into the room talking quietly.
It snowed all night again...
In the early morning, Zhang Yang woke up early and hugged his daughter for a while. Her little hands liked to scratch her hair.
She grabbed her hair and wanted to put it into her mouth, but Zhang Yang pulled her hair back from her hand again and again.
"The county prince and the prince are here, saying that there are important matters in the court."
Aunt Wang's words came from the window.
Zhang Yang put on his coat and hurried out of the door and said: "Old Wang, we agreed to take a break during the court, but this doesn't allow anyone to have a good rest."
The prince standing outside the door replied: "It was arranged by Zhongshu Sheng, Your Majesty agreed, and the old slave also acted on orders."
"Old Wang, please wait for a moment."
Zhang Yang hurried back to his house and changed into his official uniform. Seeing his wife's displeased expression, he said helplessly: "After our new home is built, we will live in Lishan and no longer care about the affairs of the court."
"My husband is doing it for the sake of the country, how can I ignore it?"
Zhang Yang sat down and put on his official boots. Li Yue took advantage of this moment to help tie up her husband's hair and put on a hair crown.
Xiao Wu was brushing his teeth, watching his master and teacher cooperating seamlessly, and got dressed in just a few clicks.
Zhang Yang took a sip on his wife's face. Under her somewhat complaining gaze, Zhang Yang took a few steamed meat buns in the cage.
The buns were made by accident last night, and my aunt steamed them early in the morning.
Now the two aunts are sweeping the snow from the courtyard.
After walking out of the house with the buns in his arms, Zhang Yang handed the buns to Lao Wang, "Don't dislike the homemade buns."
"Marquis of Xie County."
Zhang Yang ate all the way and said: "You still have to eat breakfast, otherwise you will be out of energy all morning."
Walk out of the alley, walk through Zhuque Street, and arrive in front of a house in Xuanyangfang.
Cen Wenwen was standing here. He bowed and saluted, "Shilang Zhang has been waiting for you for a long time."
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. You should be polite when you should be polite. Zhang Yang handed him a meat bun and said, "I wonder what you want to do today?"
Cen Wenwen took the meat buns and said, "The old gentleman who argued in Tai Chi Hall yesterday lives here."
Seeing that Zhang Yang only glanced at the house, he turned around and was about to leave. Cen Wenwen stepped forward and stopped him quickly, "Secretary Zhang, everything must have a beginning and an end."
"Brother Wenwen, you are still here to harm me!"
"Shilang Zhang, you don't need to speak this time, Mr. Zheng is already talking."
"Then I won't go either."
Cen Wenwen continued: "Shilang Zhang, this is really the last time."
Only then did Zhang Yang regain his balance, "Seriously?"
"Seriously! I'll send these old gentlemen away after this conversation."
"Okay then, lead the way to the hospital."
"Come with me, the official."
Wang Gonggong smiled at the argument between the two and followed him into the courtyard.
At this moment, the people in the courtyard were sitting on two sides. On one side were the men of Zheng Gong and Wei Zheng, and on the other side were the old gentlemen.
The two sides were still arguing about the local official school.
Zhang Yang whispered: "Where are the Prime Minister and Duke Zhao?"
Cen Wenwen whispered: "I am still preparing the imperial examination regulations for the coming year in Zhongshu Province, and I can't be distracted for a while."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Nodding slightly, Zhang Yang stood aside and listened to the argument between the two parties.
"The official education in Fanyang must be led by the nobles, and it will never be banned!" Mr. Lu said firmly.
Wei Zheng patted the table and said, "It is imperative to carry out the imperial examination, and the official school must keep up. What do you mean by clinging to the official school to death?"
"Wei Zheng! You have lived a long time, do you really think that the imperial examination is a way to govern the country and stabilize the country?"
When it comes to how people behave in court, Changsun Wuji is good at managing interpersonal relationships, and is relatively kind-hearted on the surface.
Wei Zheng, on the other hand, has always been very straightforward in his speech.
The view of right and wrong is very correct. What is wrong is wrong and what is right is right.
"Everyone in Chang'an knows that you are seeking fame and fame. If I were to do this, you would have no shame in living in this world."
"Old man Wei Zheng, I will fight with you."
I don’t know what they were talking about before, but one of the old men took off his boots and smashed Wei Zheng in the face.
These old gentlemen regard honor as more important than life. How can they not fight for their honor?
Wei Zheng was not someone to be trifled with. When fighting with generals in the court, he was always the vanguard among the civil servants.
I saw him throwing the shoes back again.
The two sides started throwing things at each other, and a good conversation now felt like a war.
Zhang Yang took a step back to avoid being accidentally injured.
I don't know who threw a stone and it landed on the nose of an official in Zhongshu Province, causing blood to appear for a while.
When there was nothing missing, an old man overturned the table and rushed forward.
The two sides struggled together, and each move was very cunning and vicious.
Zhang Yang admired it briefly for a moment, and then walked outside the house. It was safer to be far away from the place of right and wrong.
He was sitting on the stone steps in front of the door, eating meat buns, watching the passers-by passing by in a hurry, and behind him was the chaos in the house.
The heavy snow had just stopped and the sky was still gray. It was the coldest day when the snow melted. Pedestrians all shrank their necks and tightened their clothes.
The fighting in the house continued, and after a while, earthen jars were thrown out and smashed on the ground.
Cen Wenwen also escaped in embarrassment. He held on to his official hat and said, "Duke Zhao is right. It is easy to invite these people in, but it is difficult to invite them back."
"Old gentlemen, you won't give up until you achieve your goal. Do you want our imperial examination to interfere with corruption?"
"At their age, they are willing to take risks."
Cen Wenwen looked troubled.
Just when he was worried, Li Chengqian came with his people, and a Huden was thrown out again, almost hitting His Royal Highness.
"This is……"
Cen Wenwen explained: "There was a dispute over whether to send these old gentlemen away, and a fight broke out in the courtyard."
Zhang Yang handed over a still-warm meat bun and asked, "Have you eaten it, Your Highness?"
"I went to Zhongshu Province alone, and I happened to have no food." Li Chengqian took the buns and sat on the stone steps, eating while saying: "Thank you very much."
"You're welcome." Zhang Yang took out three or two more meat buns from his arms, "I still have them here."
"They say you are considerate in everything you do, but I didn't expect you would bring such food with you when you go out."
"I was in a hurry when I came down, so I brought some buns with me."
Li Chengqian took another look inside the courtyard and saw that Wei Zheng was fighting with several old gentlemen, their faces were ferocious and they were showing their teeth and claws.
Chewing the bun in his mouth, he added: "Yesterday I heard you arguing with these old gentlemen in the Tai Chi Hall, and you scolded these old gentlemen until they were speechless."
"Why was I speechless? These old gentlemen scolded me for half an hour. Maybe they scolded me all night after they came back from Tai Chi Hall."
Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Well, what an energetic old man you are."
Cen Wenwen looked solemn, "These old men came to Chang'an for the imperial examination. If they fail to achieve their goals, they will not go back easily. Now we must send these old gentlemen away safely."
"It's okay if the DPRK and the Central Government just ignore them."
"Shilang Zhang's words are too natural. Even if the court ignores them, if they make any extraordinary move, what should they do?"
"Brother Wenwen said they crashed to death in front of Chengtian Gate?"
After Li Chengqian finished eating one bun, he picked up another one.
Cen Wenwen added: "At the beginning, I advised Zhang Shilang not to say that. Zhao Guogong thought of comforting the person first before sending him away. Alas...that's the end of the matter! Those words in the Taiji Hall aroused everyone's fighting spirit, so
Even the scholars in Chang'an City are now praising Tian Khan, which is not a bad thing after all."
If the fighting continues like this, if no one is killed, there will be lives lost.
Li Chengqian told Li Anyan who was following him: "Take someone in to ask the old gentleman to stop beating him, and then go to the Imperial Medical Office to find some medical officers."
"Here!"
Li Anyan greeted the few guards who followed him, and sent a few people to notify the Imperial Medical Office. He led the people in first.
At that time, Li Anyan was Li Jiancheng's East Palace official, and he had been serving Li Jiancheng through life and death.
After Li Jiancheng fell, Li Shimin thought that he was loyal and a loyal person, so he kept him, and now he has become an official of Li Chengqian, the prince of the East Palace.
In the minds of the ancients, being loyal and righteous will often be valued by others.
Just like before, Wei Zheng, who was an official in the East Palace, was also favored by Li Shimin.
After he ascends the throne, he will keep all the people he can use for his own use.
Zhang Yang held his hands and thought about it. People who were emperors were more or less mentally disturbed. To be precise, those who were emperors could no longer think about their values with normal people's thinking.
The medical officer from the Imperial Medical Office came in a hurry, and the fighting in the house stopped.
The scene was very messy, and many elderly people were injured and rolling on the ground screaming.
It is easy to invite these old gentlemen, but difficult to send them away.
Li Chengqian said again: "My father has sent people to invite Mr. Xu Guogong and Mr. Yu Shinan. They are both highly respected people. Maybe they can give me some advice."
Zhang Yang was still sitting on the stone steps, still thinking about the wooden handle grenade.
Seeing Cen Wenwen also walking into the house, Li Chengqian looked around and saw that there were only two of them. He asked in a low voice: "Father, did you say that Lishan can print 100,000 books?"
Pulling his thoughts away from the design drawings, Zhang Yang said curiously: "Your Majesty really said that."
"Huh? I thought you should understand."
We are already at war with the aristocratic family. To compete with the aristocratic family, we need to use weapons.
Lishan's efficient printing and papermaking technology is one of the sharp weapons against the aristocratic family.
Of course, it is useless to rely on these alone. The aristocratic family has a huge amount of books, which is what they rely on to recruit scholars. After those scholars become their disciples, they will erode their will through marriage or to suit others.
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Thereby taking control and becoming the mouthpiece of the aristocratic family.
When these scholars entered the court and became officials, they could benefit the family.
Over time, the aristocratic family has mastered a huge amount of resources, controlled local areas, and even influenced the court, and could control the promotion of officials, which is terrifying to think about.
Zhang Yang cursed in his heart that this was the main source of killing the country's power. They only had their own interests in mind, and they used the classics of the sages and saints to gain fame and reputation.
"Lishan can really print 100,000 copies of a book?"
Hearing Li Chengqian's words again, Zhang Yang explained: "It is said that it is one hundred thousand books. At present, we have enough energy to print ten thousand books. It will take time to say one hundred thousand books, and it cannot be done overnight."
"Of course I understand. I talked with Qingque about the current situation of Lishan Mountain two years ago. This year, my father went to Lishan Mountain for summer vacation. I also followed him to see the progress. It's time to take it out after years of keeping a low profile. Fang Xiang and the others have already started to select books.
, Ming classics, strategic theories, military tactics, and tactics all need to be examined.”
Zhang Yang asked curiously: "Isn't physical fitness tested in official schools? We, the scholars of the Tang Dynasty, should develop all-round moral, intellectual, physical and aesthetic development."