Xiao Qingqing was riding on the back of the little bear. She held her chin with her hands and looked at the crops in the field. "Daddy, are you worried about these crops?"
Aunt Wang nodded and said: "The county prince is doing this for the people of the world."
Seeing that she still didn't understand, Aunt Wang added: "There are many people in the world who can think about themselves, but there are very few who can think about the world. It is rare and precious... The county prince is such a person."
Xiao Qingqing glanced at her father who was talking to her master, then patted the bear's back and said, "Big Xiong, go to your father's place."
Only then did the little bear take steps.
Arriving in front of the house, Xiao Qingqing said with a playful smile, "Hello, Master."
Zhang Gongjin smiled and nodded, "The child has grown so big."
Xiao Qingqing sat cross-legged on the bear's back, "I will grow taller in the future."
Although this daughter looks cute now, she is usually smart. She always puts on a cute look just to please her.
She just wanted to eat one or two more barbecues and behave well in front of her master.
Zhang Yang added: "I will keep the teacher's teachings in mind, but don't worry, teacher, it won't be long before we, Lishan, will be able to protect ourselves."
Although he didn't know what this meant, Zhang Gongjin still nodded. Since he said that, he already had a plan.
After a few more words with the teacher, Zhang Yang led her up the mountain.
In May of the eleventh year of Zhenguan, Pei Xuanji arrived at Tongguan from Jingzhou, where he met the monk Huikang whom he had not seen for a long time.
There are also two masters beside me. They are sent by the official school to teach in various places. They have gone all the way to Tongguan from Chang'an City, and have to go as far as Fanyang and Taiyuan.
Pei Xuanji just watched the monk walking down the street from a distance.
Xuanzang did not return to Chang'an City, and the monk's dream of papermaking was not achieved.
Pei Xuanji was very happy to see him in such a miserable state now. The more miserable they lived, it meant that the county prince's grand plan had begun step by step.
Looking at the two ladies in front of him, Pei Xuanji poured tea for them. There were two plates of bacon in front of him, saying that he was entertaining these two ladies. The dishes were indeed not very good and looked shabby.
He smiled and said: "Our life is still difficult, I hope you two ladies will not find it objectionable."
The couple smiled and cupped their hands and said: "This is already very good, the monthly payment from the government is not much."
Pei Xuanji poured tea for them, "This is the tea that Xiaguan requested from the nearby villagers. They are all freshly picked and good tea this year."
Seeing that the two masters had drank the tea, Pei Xuanji said again: "Although they do not have the financial resources of a wealthy family, they only have a sincere heart to serve the country. This time, the two of them went to teach in a poor place and were responsible for the government.
I admire you for supporting education, so I would like to offer you tea instead of wine."
At the entrance of the tea, an older master, about fifty years old, smiled and said: "In this way, we can certainly live up to the great trust of the court. We are also poor children. After leaving Tongguan, we will go our separate ways. We gather here this time."
It will be difficult to meet again in the future."
After these two masters left Tongguan, one was going to Fanyang, and the other was going to Taiyuan.
Pei Xuanji took out two volumes of books and said, "This is the diary of a madman. I will copy it every time I read it on weekdays. I copy one volume every three to five days. The more I read, the more I understand the evil that the family has done to the Central Plains."
The younger-looking master clicked his tongue and said, "I heard that this madman's diary created quite a stir as soon as it appeared, and its circulation among scholars was once banned."
The elder master added: "Whether it's The Red Mansion, Diary of a Madman, or The Butterfly Lovers, they are all said by scholars to be corrupt books. But even such books have been circulated among scholars."
The two started arguing over the two volumes of the madman's diary in front of them.
Pei Xuanji smiled and said: "I will give this book to you two, one copy for each of you. I hope you can read it at your leisure."
"Thank you." They took the scroll on the desk.
Of course, the book "Diary of a Madman" is very famous in the market, and curious people also want to take a look at the contents of the book.
Pei Xuanji lowered his voice, "Since you two know that the family is poisoning the Central Plains, do you know the reason?"
Seeing that the two of them were silent, Pei Xuanji sighed and put down the tea bowl in his hand, "The Diary of a Madman satirizes the clans and the old system. The suffering beings under the old system can only survive in this miserable environment.
Nowadays, the imperial examination system is implemented in the DPRK for the sake of the people of the world."
"The prohibition on the circulation of the Madman's Diary is what they are afraid of. They are afraid that the contents of the Madman's Diary will affect scholars all over the world. But except for a copy of Dream of the Red Chamber, the court has never said that it will ban the circulation of the Madman's Diary."
After a pause, Pei Xuanji nodded again and said, "I often exchange letters with the Marquis of Lishan County. This madman's diary was written by the Marquis of Lishan County. He often told me that the more afraid they are, the more we
The more we persist, the more we must carry on.”
These words cheered up the two ladies. They accepted the madman's diary and left in a hurry.
Pei Xuanji continued to eat the food on the table, knowing that not everyone could be as determined as himself.
These two people seemed to be a little unsettled.
There are few steadfast people in this world and many wavering ones.
Pei Xuanji took another sip of tea and said, "Maybe they will be more determined when they encounter those unfair things."
"County Marquis." Pei Xuanji sighed: "I have always been doing things according to your requirements. It is too difficult to overthrow the great cause of the family."
It's also possible that after being given two volumes of Diary of a Madman, they would forget about it.
Pei Xuanji has always adhered to the method of widespread communication, and has been traveling among poor people and making friends with people with lofty ideals from all walks of life.
Although the aristocratic family is still large now, it is different from the past.
There is also an important juncture when the DPRK and China implement the imperial examination system.
This is a great opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, you don’t know how many more years you will have to wait.
Drinking tea in a wine shop will inevitably attract many people's eyes. Pei Xuanji noticed these eyes and had to smile and left in a hurry.
He returned to Guanyi where he lived. Because he had the seal of Taifu Temple on his body, he could stay in Guanyi wherever he went.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Pei Xuanji wrote down today's progress and wanted to send this letter to Lishan.
The waiter entered the room with some food and said, "Guest, I heard that there is a garden party in Tongguan today. Many people will go there, and there are also some monks."
Pei Xuanji folded the letter he had written and put it aside.
The clerk took a special look and said, "Is this Lishan paper?"
The waiter in the post house usually receives officials from the central government, and the people he comes into contact with are either nobles or officials. Although paper, pen and ink are expensive, he has seen a lot of them.
That is to say, every time the county magistrate replies to a letter, he always brings a lot of paper.
There are still many blank papers in a box.
After waiting for the waiter to leave, Pei Xuanji ate the food in front of him. Every time he delivered a letter, he had someone from Guanyi deliver it.
The county magistrate's reply was sent by those selling braised pork.
Although it is unclear what the relationship between the county magistrate and these braised pork sellers is, and no matter where he is, these people can always find him.
Pei Xuanji had a vague feeling that if one day his life was in danger, he could protect himself as long as he found the braised pork seller.
Moreover, if what he is doing now is known to those wealthy families, they might kill him.
In order to protect himself, Pei Xuanji had this plan in mind.
The next day, Pei Xuanji went to the fields to record the condition of the crops. The county magistrate of Tongguan also knew about it, and Chaozhong Taifu Temple sent people to Tongguan to inspect the growth of the crops.
The county magistrates here are very polite to Pei Xuanji. Even if Pei Xuanji does not have a formal official position now, they do not dare to neglect him. The Taifu Temple Minister is the newly promoted county prince, the rumored Zhang Yang.
It was too late for them to hold Pei Xuanji in their hands.
People in Tongguan check the cultivation conditions of crops and record the grain and output in various places. This is all superficial.
None of these county magistrates and local officials knew that Pei Xuanji had another purpose.
It is spring in Guanzhong, but it is still cold in Liaodong.
Zhang Daan has grown a mustache. When he first came to Liaodong, his face still looked young, but now he looked much more determined. He looked at the letter and whispered: "Brother has now become the minister of the Taifu Temple, and he has to take care of the cultivation of crops. Liaodong
You should also do your part."
After three years of governance, Liaodong has reclaimed fields and resettled farmers. Today's Liaodong is no longer the desolate scene it once was.
Wen Ting followed his father Wen Yanbo's instructions and came to Liaodong to help Zhang Daan complete his big plan.
When Wen Ting arrived in Liaodong last winter, he visited many places in Liaodong and saw the progress in many places.
Zhang Daan has indeed been building Liaodong, and has achieved considerable results in the past three years.
In particular, the cultivation of fields and the transportation of excess grain through canals can actually make Liaodong a lot richer.
My father is right, the county magistrate of Lishan is reliable, at least he does not just say something, but actually does it.
Now Zhang Da'an is not only the minister of the Ministry of Rites, but also the chief historian of Liaodong. Since the Liaodong county governor has not been appointed, he can take charge of Liaodong affairs.
Wen Ting didn't understand the affairs of Taifu Temple, and he didn't care. He just said: "Shilang Zhang, my father's wish in this life is to recover Liaodong. I don't know when Shilang Zhang will send troops to capture Goguryeo."
Zhang Da'an laughed when he heard this and said: "Li Yifu has been in the Goguryeo royal family as an envoy. Don't worry. Yesterday's letter said that Yeon Gaesumun was already gathering people, and the change in the Goguryeo palace is imminent."
Wen Ting tightened his clothes. He came all the way from Guanzhong to Liaodong. He was still a little uncomfortable with the climate here. It was already April and it was still very cold here.
Zhang Daan looked at the sky outside. Thick clouds blocked the setting sun, and a few trade winds blew, making people shiver.
"It may rain heavily tonight, and the grain has just been planted not long ago. Brother Wen and I will go together to see how the ditches are being dredged."
Wen Ting had always been concerned about major events in Goguryeo. Hearing that Zhang Daan wanted to see the ditch again, he asked again: "After seeing the ditch, can we attack Goguryeo?"
Zhang Daan got on his horse and said again: "It's still early. If we rush to send troops to the Central Government, we will be punished."
The horse walked slowly, and seeing Wen Ting still looking anxious, Zhang Daan explained: "There must be a reason for sending troops. In fact, my brother explained it well. We are going to Goguryeo to rescue the envoys of the Ministry of Rites, not to attack Goguryeo. As for whether we will win
The royal city of Goguryeo is another matter, what do you think Brother Wen Ting does?"
"You are right."
No matter how anxious he was, things had to be prioritized. Wen Ting understood that it was not appropriate to send troops hastily.
But he was not in the mood to accompany Zhang Daan to check the condition of the ditch. He bowed his hands and said, "I'll just see how the training goes, and I'll leave first."
After speaking, he left in a hurry.
Zhang Daan rode his horse alone and walked north along the ditch. Wen Ting came to Liaodong with a purpose.
Although he is a trustworthy person, he is too eager for quick success.
Some things cannot just be rushed, but also depend on the situation.
The grain in Liaodong has just been planted. Zhang Daan did not dare to think that if a heavy rain flooded the crops, there would be no harvest this year. He would only feel relieved after seeing it in person.
Zhang Da'an would not do anything to disrupt the situation. He felt that Yuan Gaisuwen's seizure of power was inevitable, and he might also want to do what Cao Cao had done.
Such people will lose sooner or later. Datang has become more and more powerful in recent years.
I heard that the population in Guanzhong has increased several times, and it is common for a family to have three children.
As long as the Central Plains becomes stronger, it will only be a matter of time before Goguryeo is recovered.
This is Zhang Daan's experience from reading history books. This has always been the case in Goguryeo. If the Central Plains is strong, they will become vassals. If the Central Plains is in turmoil, they will divide the country into separate territories and even go north.
Zhang Daan believed in his heart that as long as Liaodong was wealthy enough, the DPRK and the Central Government would pay attention to Liaodong, and all dynasties in the future would know the importance of Liaodong.
In this way, long-term peace and stability will be achieved, and Zhang Daan will feel that his three years in Liaodong are not in vain.
"Chang Shi, the money from Lishan has arrived, a total of two thousand guan."
"Hahaha!" Zhang Da'an laughed loudly, "Send all the eight thousand stone coals to Lishan Mountain."
"Here!"
The four county magistrates all had smiles on their faces. There is a lot of coal in Liaodong. If all these coals are sold, how much money can they bring? They have been in Liaodong for so many years. It is cold and barren here. Where have they seen so much?
of money.
Zhang Daan added: "Let's take the water route, it's easier."
"Here." The four county magistrates said in unison.
"Wait a minute." Seeing that they were about to leave, Zhang Da'an warned again: "We still have to keep an eye on the farming matter. Just selling coal and stone will only lead to nothing. For a long-term plan, we must pay attention to farming. Don't neglect it."
"I'll wait for the order."
Seeing that Zhang Daan had no other instructions, the four county magistrates left quickly.
After visiting Liaodong, Zhang Daan realized that the coal and iron mines here were rich. No wonder his brother valued Liaodong so much and sent so many monetary subsidies to Liaodong for this purpose.
Zhang Daan thought that in the first and second years after arriving in Liaodong, Liaodong could not continue to operate. Fortunately, he had the support of Lishan.
Now thinking about Liaodong's wealth, Zhang Daan felt that Lishan really never did business at a loss.
Lishan can also provide money to help Liaodong, but it needs Liaodong to provide a mine. Lishan will not ask for it in vain, and will also give money, but at a lower price.
The government office has improved a lot after being repaired. There are no county guards in Liaodong, and the chief historian is in charge of the affairs here.
Zhang Daan wrote another letter to Lishan and handed it to the strong man outside the door.