The weather is getting warmer and spring plowing begins. This is the busiest time of the year. From the emperors and ministers to the common people, spring plowing is regarded as a top priority.
After all, this is an agricultural society, and farming is always the most important thing on this land.
The villagers in Zhujiagou are so busy that even half-old children have to go to the fields to help. Li Shan...hey, he is actually a little skilled. I am quite good at this job!
It's a pity that no one is willing to let him go to the fields. On the one hand, it is due to his status, and on the other hand, he is afraid that Li Shan will not be helpful.
Ma Zhou looked at the busy villagers in the fields, "Bean planting is at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is full of bean sprouts and there are few bean sprouts. In the morning, I clean up the waste and filth, and I return home with a moon load to hoe."
Li Shan didn't say anything. He understood the poem. He started farming from morning until night, but the result was still waste wood, with thick weeds and sparse bean sprouts... If you, Li Shan, were to go to the fields, this would be the situation.
But Li Shan remained silent, mainly because he didn't know who wrote this poem...
Ling Jing, who happened to be returning home from Chang'an City, walked over, shook his head and said: "Mr. Wu Liu really used this poem to lead his way to seclusion."
Oh, this time Li Shan knows, Mr. Wu Liu, that is Tao Yuanming.
Tao Yuanming also did this kind of thing... Farming is a waste!
Ling Jing looked around and saw several oxen being led to plow up the hard soil. Farmers holding hoes followed behind, smashing the clods of soil. The field was full of bent farmers.
"No matter how important it is, you are indeed kind in this matter." Ling Jing commented with a smile: "It snowed heavily around New Year's Day, and the livestock in the village froze to death. If you hadn't tried every means to buy a few oxen that could be used, I'm afraid it might not have been in time for spring plowing this time.
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Li Shan shook his head, "It is said that the plan for a year lies in spring. Spring plowing is not a big deal, so what else is a big deal?"
"Is the fight for the right to be the legitimate son a big deal?"
"Is intrigue the big deal?"
Ma Zhou couldn't help laughing. He felt that Li Shan and Ling Jing had been hanging out together for a long time, and they were really in trouble.
Ling Jing was not angry, but nodded slightly and asked casually: "Fang Xuanling asked you today... It is said that the paper he asked for that day was a long poem?"
Li Shan's attention was still in the field. Inexplicably, he saw a farmer leading an ox at the end of the field. He removed the plow, led the ox around and changed its position, and then put the plow back on... It was very troublesome.
Can't we just turn around and turn around?
"Yuefu Poems." Li Shan was recalling in his mind what the plow behind the tractor looked like back then, and he said: "The list will be released in a few days, let's talk about it then."
Ma Zhou was greatly surprised, "You can also write Yuefu poems?"
Li Shan came to his senses, thought for a while and then said: "If it is not in the old style, it does not count as a Han Yuefu poem."
The three of them watched at the edge of the field for a while. It was getting dark and the farmers were gradually finishing their day's work. On the way back, they all either saluted Li Shan respectfully or greeted Li Shan affectionately.
Without the ten scalpers that Li Shan bought through his connections, God knows how much time it would have taken just by manpower.
And usually starting from the spring plowing, every household must carefully calculate the grain reserves to avoid shortage before the autumn harvest. However, this year is much more abundant. The villagers have benefited from the Dongshan Temple industry, and the children of each family have received rations from the Li family.
How to not be grateful?
"Hey..." A big yellow cow shook its head and flicked its tail, and suddenly something fell from its butt. Little Shitou's eyes lit up, and he trotted over and carefully collected the cow dung.
Li Shan thought about it in his mind. In fact, he had an idea last year...compared to the farming of later generations, the farming of this era was too extensive.
It's not that they don't do their best, but it's a matter of technical content... For example, the villagers also use farmyard manure, but they don't know how to retting it, so the fertilizer can't take full effect. And today's plow really surprised Li Shan.
Turn.
However, now at least there is no fear of famine in Zhujiagou. Li Shan thought to himself, it is better to wait a little longer. He has done so much in Shandong and Yuhuchun has become famous. There is a high probability that this scientific examination will be...
I need to be quiet.
It is necessary to become famous, but you have to have a certain degree of control... For example, Yu Huchun was targeted this time.
On the way home, Li Shan remained silent, wondering in his mind whether his Yuefu poem could touch the other person's mood... It has been ten days since the exam, and there is no news at all.
Ling Jing and Ma Zhou on the side were chatting about poetry with great interest, and even recited several poems in succession... Well, Li Shan had no impression at all.
Also, Ma Zhou was not the kind of person who left his mark in history with his poems and poems, but Ling Jing... I'm sorry, Li Shan didn't know this person at all in later generations.
Walking along the path paved with bluestone slabs towards the west end of the village, I saw apricot blossoms in full bloom at the foot of the mountain. Looking around, there was smoke and clouds everywhere, and it was a magnificent scene.
Ling Jing smiled and said: "Huairen, with such beautiful scenery, I should write a poem."
Suddenly there was a cry from all around, with excitement in the voice. Several old people came out of the house in three steps and looked up at the sky.
"It's raining!"
"It's raining, it's raining!"
In fact, there is no shortage of water in Guanzhong in this era, but for farmers, a rain during spring plowing can play a key role... hence the saying, spring rain is as valuable as oil.
The first thing Li Shan thought of was "The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but there is no grass up close." However, the next two sentences "The most beneficial thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the emperor's capital" don't quite match.
The spring breeze blew by, and the drizzle hit his face. Li Shan had no time to block it, his face was moist, and he was about to speed up, when he suddenly stamped his feet and said with a smile: "I only got a few words."
Before Ling Jing and Ma Zhou could speak, they heard from behind, "My clothes are wet from the rain of apricot blossoms, and the wind from the willows is not cold on my face."
Ling Jing's cheeks bulged, and he turned his head to look at the large blooming apricot flowers, and then looked at the sprouting willow trees on both sides of the road...
"It's... not bad." Ma Zhou reluctantly found a few words, "This description of the scene is quite appropriate, but it's a pity that there are two incomplete poems..."
Li Shan's mouth moved... Where is your face?!
good?
The poems that Li Shan can remember...are all famous poems that will be remembered by future generations.
Ling Jing cast a look of disdain, "These two sentences alone are enough to be passed down to the world."
The three of them walked back to Li's house in silence in the drizzle. Zhou, Xiaoman and the two maids were busy wiping off the rainwater, drying their hair, changing their clothes, and bringing them ginger soup to ward off the cold.
"My clothes are wet with the rain of apricot blossoms, and the willow wind is not cold on my face." After reciting it several times, Ling Jing sneered: "Don't hide your clumsiness anymore?"
"I've been forced to study for a scholarship. I can't hide it even if I want to..."
"Is it the work of the husband?" Xiao Manjiao smiled and leaned over, "I know the talent of the husband."
Li Shan sighed. To be honest, he really had no intention of becoming famous for his poetry. He was really forced to do so!
But since we were forced into a corner, we had to set up our character in advance... The two poems on the bottle before, as well as the present and the future, were all deliberately created by Li Shan.
Alas, part of the inventory will eventually be lost.
Without losing a few good poems, how can I prove whether the one on the exam paper was actually written by me?
Did it come from me?
Of course, absolutely, definitely!
However, in private, there is no need for those complete and complete sentences...the fragments are enough to fool people.
Li Shan couldn't help but lament for some people in his heart...such as Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Meng Haoran, Lu You, Su Shi, He Zhizhang...the list is a bit long.