"It's just that writing books and governing the country are two different things in the final analysis."
"I told him a long time ago that his fancy poems are of no use at all."
"Finally, with my advice, this book came into existence."
"It's just that Wei Zheng has some skills in governing the country, but he only has half a bucket of water when it comes to writing books."
"It was shaking around, and only some small splashes of water splashed outside the bucket."
The old man chuckled and said: "The funny thing is that outsiders are looking at the contents of this bucket, but they don't know that the only remaining beauty is the water splash..."
Hearing this, the two scholars were obviously shocked.
Who is this old man?
Can you still talk to Wei Zheng?
Judging from the meaning of this man's words, it seems that Wei Zheng's book was written under his guidance.
The two people looked really familiar to the old man and were unsure of his identity, so they did not dare to say any disrespectful words to the old man.
But although they didn't dare, the people around them did.
"This old man is not young yet, but he is still so thick-skinned. He is really shameless."
"Yes, Mr. Wei is the teacher of the emperor's grandson and the prince. How can you still talk to him?"
"I'm so bragging that I don't even draft a draft. There are really all kinds of wonders in the world. Your apprentice can write better than Mr. Wei at the age of eight. Why don't you go to heaven?"
Hearing these taunts, the old man didn't take it seriously: "Not to mention, my apprentice's literary talent is indeed much better than that old guy Wei Zheng."
At this moment, listening to his words, the waiter couldn't bear to listen.
The waiter looked at the old man with a sarcastic face: "You old thing, are you still bragging? Are you done?"
"This is really not a boast."
"If you don't believe me, just ask Wei Zheng."
"If nothing else, just the words. Is there anything he doesn't like about it?"
The old man said with a proud face: "My apprentice joined me at the age of seven and left the apprenticeship at the age of thirteen..."
The waiter smiled so helplessly: "Just because you can still have apprentices, don't brag about it." .”
"Don't believe it yet."
The old man chuckled and said: "The fools who asked me to be my disciples back then could line up from here all the way to Lishan Mountain."
This old man keeps boasting, which really affects the reputation of the wine shop.
The waiter didn't want to quarrel with this old man anymore.
He directly waved his hands to everyone and said: "Okay, everyone should disperse. Don't listen to this crazy old man's bragging."
"Yes, yes, everyone should leave."
"That's right. This old man is also very good at talking. How can you learn from him?"
A group of people also started cheering.
After hearing these taunts, the old man sighed softly.
He looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, and said with a lonely smile: "Yes, can you learn from me?"
"I have been thinking about his problem for twelve years, but I still haven't figured it out."
He was able to compose poetry at the age of eight and lyrics at the age of ten.
At the age of eighteen, he traveled around the world and wrote countless poems.
Once upon a time, there was a literary master who commented on his poems, saying that even if he could never finish reading them in his lifetime, he would not be able to fully understand them.
He was also proud of this.
After he returned from traveling at the age of twenty-six, he opened a school in his hometown.
Now more than thirty years have passed, and he has taught countless disciples.
Of those disciples, some are alive, some are dead, and some are serving in the court.
But there was only one thing that really stuck in his heart and that he will never forget.
A disciple whom he took on during the happiest moment of his life.
The reason that made him brood was a question that disciple asked him back then.
"Should the king be less important than the people, or the people should be less important than the king?"
"If the people are less important than the king, what's the point of having a country? What's the point of having a king?"
It was such a simple sentence, but it really made him think about it for twelve years and couldn't figure it out.
The king is the head of a country, but the holder of the country is not just the king.
The foundation of a country is the people. Without the people, there would be no small family, and without the small family, there would be no country.
This truth seems very superficial, but it makes this so-called old scholar of this era unable to come up with an answer.
"Old man, there's no money in the sky, why are you looking at the sky?"
Just when the old man was looking at the sky, he suddenly heard a somewhat serious voice from a carefree man.
The old man turned his head to follow the voice and saw a young man wearing white clothes standing in the crowd, looking at him with a smile.
"Hey, how do you know I'm here?"
"Isn't it easy to find you?"
The young man in white chuckled and said, "I just need to search all the restaurants in Chang'an to find you."
"how?"
The young man in white looked the old man up and down and said, "Looking like this, did you exchange the jade pendant I gave you for wine?"
"They are all external things."
"It's better to drink some wine instead..."
The old man did not feel even the slightest bit guilty about using the gifts given by his friends in exchange for these useless things. Instead, he seemed to take it as a matter of course.
"Okay, okay."
"I can't compare to you, a scoundrel."
"Isn't it the same for you?"
"Didn't I learn that from you?"
The two people seemed to completely ignore the people watching the excitement around them, chatting and laughing.
Finally, the young man in white walked up to the old man.
He didn't mind that the old man was dirty, so he hugged the old man's shoulders.
"I came to you today just to tell you that I found the person I told you could change the current situation."
"In a few days, I will accompany him to Longyou Road."
"Yo?"
The old man raised his eyebrows and said: "Listening to what you mean, could it be that you want to take it with you?" Are you going to go with me, this old guy?"
"Isn't it?"
"There is really a shortage of an old guy like you over there."
"Otherwise, with that guy's temperament, he would have to break through the officialdom over there."
The young master had a signature cynical smile on his face and said, "So I have no choice but to come to you."
"After all, I haven't had many friends in these years, especially you are the only one who has a status in this literary world."
"Good guy, when you are eating and drinking, you never think about me."
"It's good now. If something happens to you, why don't you come to see me?"
The old man waved his hands randomly and said: "No, I won't go even if I say nothing, old man."
"Why?"
The young man in white raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Is that the person you like, not me?"
"Besides, do you really think I can help anyone, old man?"
The old man rolled his eyes and said: "Don't say it's for your sake, even if the emperor says that I won't go, I'm too lazy to make jokes with you little guys."
"Hey, that's what you said..."
The young man in white shook his head and said: "Your Highness, just throw the two jars of wine on the ground and break them into pieces. This old man doesn't want to take them."
After hearing this, Li Chengqian in the crowd also obeyed.
He walked out holding two jars of wine and said, "Okay, I'll smash these two jars of wine."
"What……"
The old man didn't look at Li Chengqian, but looked straight at Gao Zhixing in front of him: "What did you just say?"
"Smashed these two jars of wine."
"No, it's the previous sentence."
"Looking for you to come with us to Longyou Road."
"Walk……"
Then, the old man pulled Gao Zhixing towards Li Chengqian.