Zhang Yang clicked his tongue and said, "Why do you think emperors like to play with power?"
"When the money from Luoyang arrives, I don't want to get involved in the sugar business anymore. My brother-in-law promised back then that this time there will never be a second time."
"I suspect that your father is ill and has become mentally ill."
"Hehehe..." Li Tai suddenly laughed strangely, "Isn't my brother-in-law not sick? How can he be better than his father?"
Zhang Yang crossed his legs and said, "His Royal Highness, King Wei, is wrong. Why am I sick?"
Li Tai looked ahead numbly, "Who would still be fanning in the middle of winter?"
Zhang Yang subconsciously put the fan aside.
"And my brother-in-law is vicious and sinister."
"Your Highness, King Wei, how can you curse?"
"How could my brother-in-law write such strange books as Liaozhai if he was not ill?"
"That was written by Pu Songling and has nothing to do with me."
"Does anyone believe this?"
The two of them were not on the same channel at all. Zhang Yang quickly said: "Stop! Your Highness, King Wei, can we change the topic?"
Li Tai said again, "Brother-in-law, don't let me do bad things again."
"No one asked you to do bad things!"
"I don't want to make white sugar anymore." Li Tai's expression was numb and his tone was as if he was talking in a dream, "If I continue like this, I will go crazy sooner or later."
Zhang Yang patted his shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty the King of Wei. I can give the secret recipe for sugar to your father."
Li Tai sniffed and said, "How many times have I told you that if I don't work hard, my life will be hard."
"Don't worry, Your Highness King Wei, I am a good person."
"Yes, my brother-in-law is a good person, a good person who does bad things."
Zhang Yang sighed: "They say I am a monster with three faces and two hearts, but who knows my painstaking efforts."
"Yes." Li Tai was also quite emotional, "After watching Liao Zhai, it's nothing more than that. How can anyone be so evil with such nonsense?"
Zhang Yang thought about it, "It turns out that after watching Liao Zhai, His Highness the King of Wei's ability to curse people has improved a lot."
Li Tai suddenly stood up full of energy and said, "Brother-in-law, you are too complimentary."
Zhang Yang added: "In this world, there is a drop in the ocean, and there are also words that confuse people's hearts. What is there to be afraid of if you are upright?"
Li Tai spoke firmly, "Don't do one thing! Don't stop doing the other thing!"
Hearing this, Zhang Yang looked solemn, "Is His Royal Highness the King of Wei really going to rebel?"
Li Tai was silent for a moment.
"If His Highness the King of Wei wants to rebel, I will use all the material resources in Lishan Mountain to help His Highness the King of Wei achieve his goal."
"Brother-in-law, you are wrong! I have said that I will never do anything, because I want to give the secret recipe of sugar to my father."
"So that's it."
For some reason, Zhang Yang also breathed a sigh of relief.
I always feel that Li Tai has realized the truth of life and wants to be a saint and rebel.
When a person's character gradually approaches the level of a saint, he becomes further and further away from the emperor.
A person who is an emperor cannot become a saint.
If the emperor becomes a saint, the world will be in chaos.
After all, Li Shimin was dark, conceited, and suspicious.
The qualities of a bad guy are profound in this emperor.
The villagers cleaned up the entire village in one day.
The next day, the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, it snowed heavily again.
The bear got into Lishan Mountain and went wild somewhere.
Zhang Yang and Li Tai were building the drainage system of their new home. The original drainage channels of Lishan Palace were poorly designed. After the heavy snowfall a few days ago, many places were blocked again.
It is also necessary to re-drain and repair the drainage system.
What's more, there is also a Huaqing Pool, and drainage channels are the biggest problem for Lishan's new home.
It is snowing heavily in Luoyang. Li Tai is holding a shovel and shoveling the mud blocked in the ditch.
Zhang Yang, wearing a bamboo hat, sat cross-legged on the ground with a drawing in his hand and frowned while analyzing it.
"Your Highness King Wei, if you want to lose weight, you must not neglect your training during the twilight months of summer and the twilight days of winter."
"ah!"
Li Tai shouted to the sky and continued cleaning the mud in the ditch like a maniac.
The silt in the ditches was washed into the ditches by rainwater. Zhang Yang marked on the drawing that three of the ditches would be filled and two more ditches would be built. The ditches could also be used for growing vegetables.
Zhang Yang looked at his drawings and nodded with satisfaction, "That's very good."
Li Xiaogong led one up the mountain. Zhang Yang raised his eyes and looked at the figure in the snow. The person being led up was Li Daliang.
Zhang Yang smiled and said: "General, why are you here?"
The other party didn't reply. Li Xiaogong looked at Li Tai who was digging in the mud, "Qingque, what is he..."
"His Royal Highness the King of Wei..." Zhang Yang looked back and said, "His Royal Highness the King of Wei is currently comprehending life. After all, he has just passed the age of fifteen, which is the time when he is most confused about life."
Seeing that Li Xiaogong still had a puzzled look on his face, Zhang Yang cleared his throat and said, "Keep a close eye on His Highness, King Wei, to prevent him from becoming rebellious. This fat man has been acting crazy lately."
Li Tai paused for a moment and dug harder in the mud.
A gust of mountain wind blew by, making the surrounding area a little colder.
Zhang Yang put his hands on his hands and asked, "General Li, are you here to drink or eat meat?"
Li Daliang first looked around and said, "Are they all coming to Lishan to eat wine and meat?"
"Of course others are not like this, but His Majesty is like this."
Li Daliang glanced at the piece of paper in Zhang Yang's hand. The paper was filled with dense lines. He looked at the picture and asked, "This is?"
"This is our new infrastructure for Lishan. As long as the ditches drawn on this drawing are completed, my Lishan will become a paradise on earth."
"It sounds interesting."
Listening to the words, Li Daliang thought more highly of Zhang Yang, "Can you explain it to me?"
Zhang Yang coughed and said, "Actually, the water system in Lishan Mountain is very developed. I was inspired by the large-scale South-to-North Water Diversion Project, which diverted the water from Lishan Mountain down the mountain, and then walked around the mountainside. All kinds of fruits and vegetables were planted on the mountainside.
Once you arrive, it will be a land of good water and soil again.”
Li Xiaogong and Li Daliang were both soldiers who fought in the south and north. They had never heard that the water from the north flowed southward, but they had never heard that the water from the south could flow back to the north. The flow of the river depends on the terrain.
The South-to-North Water Diversion, a means of changing the world, is something ordinary people would never dare to think about.
Li Daliang thought for a moment and scratched his head, "I didn't come to you to listen to these high-minded talks."
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Li Xiaogong smiled awkwardly, causing Li Daliang to not know how to reply for a moment.
"Daliang, this kid is not normal sometimes, don't take it off." Li Xiaogong advised from the side.
If you take a closer look, it's indeed unusual. It's also unusual for King Wei to be shoveling mud not far away.
Li Daliang took out a roll of paper from his arms and said, "Old Master Kong Yingda has already gone to the official school, but he wants you to give a question."
"What question?"
"A question to write an essay on when you are a soldier in school."
Zhang Yang looked at this piece of paper. What was written on it were the words of Mr. Kong Yingda. What the old man wrote was a topic discussed in the Analects of Confucius.
"Didn't the old man finish writing it?"
"The old man said that he would ask Mr. Zhang to write a question as well."
Zhang Yang looked confused, "It's hard for me, liberal arts is not what I'm good at."
"But you can write Liao Zhai."
"The general has misunderstood again. Liaozhai was written by a person named Pu Songling, not me."
Li Daliang didn't want to talk to this boy anymore. It was so painful to talk to him. No wonder there were rumors in the East Palace that Zhang Yang was serving as a minister in the East Palace and never spoke human words.
He looked at King Wei who was entangled in the mud, feeling very pitiful.
"I just asked a question at random." Zhang Yang took out a thin brush from his waist as he spoke and wrote a question on it, "That's it."
Li Daliang looked at the title he wrote, "What is this?"
Zhang Yang put away his brush again and said, "What's the question?"
"What's the topic?"
"General, are you illiterate?"
"I know how to read." Li Daliang said shamelessly.
"Every generation has its own mission and challenges, and each generation has its own responsibilities and responsibilities! Write around this sentence, the number of words can be 800 or more, and the style is not limited."
After listening to Zhang Yang finish reading the title, Li Tai's work of shoveling mud was also finished. He pushed away the stone curb used to cut off the water flow, and the water on the mountain flowed down.
The water is clear and it is very pleasant to look at.
Li Daliang looked at the question and nodded after a long time, "Although you don't speak human language, this question is indeed of far-reaching significance. Each generation has its own mission, whether it is to pacify the world in the past, or to protect the country and the people in the current generation.
, it is our duty to do so.”
"General, look at what a great title and what a great idea."
"It's much better than Kong Yingda using the Analects of Confucius to write the question. I'm very satisfied and leave now."
"General, walk slowly."
Li Xiaogong still stood there, not coming back to his senses for a long time. He was stunned for a while and said, "I'll go see him off."
"The prince of Hejian County walks slowly, the general walks slowly."
Li Tai held the shovel with both hands and let himself rest for a moment, "What's going on?"
"They have been busy running the army recently. They want to improve the knowledge and accomplishments of the lieutenants."
"A group of talented people are reading books from ancient sages. This scene is so unique."
Zhang Yang nodded, "I feel the same way. The teaching methods in the military should be the same as others. Blind improvement will only lead to falling into the gutter."
"That's true. I won't fall into the gutter."
"Why?"
"Because I am in a clear mind at the moment. I have done bad things with my brother-in-law for so many years. I want to make up for my merits by doing good deeds."
"Your Highness, King Wei, are you hungry?"
"hungry."
Zhang Yang put away his drawings and said, "How about killing two chickens to eat?"
Li Tai grinned, "That's great."
Li Daliang brought this question to Chang'an City. After he was sent to the official academy, Kong Yingda, who was over sixty years old and his hair and beard were as white as dead branches, held the question with trembling hands, "This question was really written by Zhang Yang."
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Li Daliang smiled and nodded, "What do you think, Old Master?"
Kong Yingda seemed to be old, his eyes were full of energy and his hands were full of energy. He couldn't help nodding, "It's so high! It's really high. This question is really tricky. I admire it. He is indeed the amazing person who wrote Red Mansions and Liaozhai.
It truly grasps what Datang needs at this time."
"I think this subject should be presented to His Majesty."
Cen Wenwen, the chief official here, hurriedly sent this question to the palace.
The emperor was very happy after reading this question, and immediately issued an order to circulate this question to the three provinces, six ministries, and nine temples in the imperial court, including all the officers and men of the Imperial Guard.
Students from Hongwen Hall and Chongwen Hall also started talking.
The imperial examination will be held in May next year, and there are many students in Chang'an City.
"Every generation has its own mission and challenges, and every generation has its own responsibilities and responsibilities! Write an article around this sentence, with a word count of 800, and there is no limit to the style..."
As soon as this question came out, the scholars in Chang'an City became quiet.
This suddenly stumped a lot of people. Everyone was familiar with the classics, and the content in the textbooks for the exams was quite simple. But when faced with the questions and writing down their aspirations, everyone felt that the pens in their hands were very heavy.
These eight characters describe the aspirations of the people of the Tang Dynasty.
I have worked hard for half my life, lived up to my mission, and taken responsibility.
As soon as the question came out, many officers and soldiers in the army suffered. Not to mention writing an article, some even couldn't read 800 characters.
Late at night, Cheng Yaojin and other generals were the first to receive the order.
He watched as he picked up his pen and then put it down, "Who asked the question? A certain family is going to meet him!"
The drowsy servant on the side saw the general staring with bloodshot eyes and said quickly: "It is said that General Li Daliang went to Lishan to ask questions."
"Lishan! It's Lishan again..."
The servant whispered: "Would you like to call the Three Hundred Steps at home and rush to Lishan Mountain early tomorrow morning?"
"No need, since it's Lishan...it's useless to kill a certain family. Let's go outside and capture a few more scholars."
"Here."
Many soldiers in Chang'an City wanted to chop up the questioner, chew it and swallow it.
Eight hundred words! Which of these talented people can write an article of eight hundred words?
Various guards in Chang'an City were complaining, but the literati were in high spirits. After Wei Zheng finished writing a thousand-word article, he laughed loudly and said, "This is what we should do!"
On the second day of writing the article, many generals became depressed over this question, and their dejection gradually turned into anger.
Many people came to the gate of the newly built official school, which was now closed.
Kong Yingda and Cen Wenwen were standing there as if facing a formidable enemy. He said to the clerk on the side: "Go to the Imperial College and the Hongwen Hall to call people. Tell them that these talented assassins are coming to embarrass Mr. Kong Yingda."
"Here!"
The clerk nodded when he heard this, looked at the four high walls, and finally climbed over the wall from the backyard.
Kong Yingda was so angry that his beard was trembling after hearing Cen Wenwen's words, "I have lived a lifetime, and now it is your excuse to blackmail the scholars. They are not here for me in the first place."
Cen Wenwen saluted and said: "Old Master, please forgive me. In order to break the siege of the official school, I have no choice but to come up with this strategy. If those gangs of murderers rush in, my safety is the most important thing."
Kong Yingda snorted coldly, "How can I be afraid of them! Someone come and open the door! Let me have a discussion with these killers."
Everyone stopped him quickly and said, "Old Master, you must not be impulsive. These killers are burning with rage right now. Don't argue with these people."
Kong Yingda showed a posture that he was willing to be cut off, but he saw that people outside had already started to knock on the door.
Soon, shouts and heavy footsteps came from the other side of the courtyard wall.
"You, the killers, don't be so presumptuous!"
A loud shout from the east made those who were banging on the door stop!
"The officialdom is in a dilemma for me and other warriors. Are you going to reason with me or have a fistfight?"
"We, the Tang Dynasty, have the responsibility to accept the mission. How can you, the killers, embarrass Old Master Kong Yingda here?"