Seven hundred and thirtieth eight chapters off its root
In the early Tang Dynasty, the imperial examination system had not yet been customized, and most officials still relied on recommendation and recruitment. A large number of important positions were held by aristocratic families.
But don't think that the officials selected by this official selection system are all second-generation ancestors with no knowledge and skills. Compared with ordinary people, the descendants of these aristocratic families are better in terms of knowledge and quality.
In this era of extremely backward information, transportation, and printing technology, educational resources are seriously unbalanced. Rich families rely on connections, wealth, and knowledge to build up a huge education system to provide elite education to the next generation. However, ordinary people make a living.
Even if it is difficult, there is no money left and no energy to learn knowledge.
Under the circumstances, the aristocratic families are becoming more and more outstanding from generation to generation.
The foreign officials present were all well-educated people. Even if they were uneducated and had grown up in an atmosphere of learning since childhood, they could not be compared to the villagers in the mountains.
You may not be able to compose poetry, but you definitely have the ability to appreciate it.
As soon as Fang Jun's poem came out, those with quick thinking will immediately understand the essence of the poem and Fang Jun's intention behind it. Those with slower thinking can also understand it after a little thinking.
How to make a person's name spread through the ages?
There are two most direct ways. One is to do a big thing that attracts the attention of the world. It does not need to be unprecedented or unprecedented, but it must at least shock for a while. The other is to write the person's name in a book and make the article immortal.
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Obviously, Fang Jun did the latter.
This era is not yet the era of brilliant masterpieces of Tang poetry. After experiencing the turmoil of the late Sui Dynasty, society has just stabilized, and literature, like wealth, still needs to be slowly accumulated.
Therefore, Fang Jun's song "Charcoal Seller" shocked everyone!
Although the text is simple and straightforward, there is no gorgeous vocabulary to create a gorgeous effect, but there is a smart rhythm in the plainness, and the words are meaningful and full of flesh and blood!
The first four sentences describe the charcoal seller’s hard-earned charcoal.
"Chopping firewood and burning charcoal" summarizes the complicated procedures and long labor process, while "the face is dusty and smoky, and the temples are gray and the fingers are black" vividly depicts the portrait of the old man who sells charcoal, describing the hardship of labor.
Absolutely amazing!
"Nanshanzhong" refers to the workplace. Where is "Nanshan"? It is Zhongnanshan where "if you want to find a place to live, ask the woodcutter across the water", where jackals are infested and desolate. In such an environment, the stars and the moon are shining, and the frost is coming.
Snow, "cut firewood" axe by axe, "burned charcoal" kiln by kiln, and finally burned "more than a thousand kilograms". Each kilogram is filled with hard work and condensed with hope.
This is the foreshadowing.
"What do you do with the money you get from selling charcoal? You wear the clothes on your back and eat in your mouth." This question and answer not only turn the board into life, but also make the writing fluctuate and sway.
Still paving the way.
"My poor clothes are only in so many clothes, but my heart is so miserable and I wish the weather would be cold." This is a stroke of genius. This is simply a famous saying...
"He is well-dressed," so he naturally hopes that the weather will be warm. However, the old charcoal seller pins all his hopes of solving the food and clothing problem on "getting money from selling charcoal," so he is "worrying about the low price of charcoal and wishing that the weather will be cold."
When he was shivering from the cold, he was looking forward to the colder weather. The charcoal seller's difficult situation and complicated inner activities were so truly expressed in just a dozen words, and the word "poor" poured out infinite sympathy.
, tear-jerking.
Keep laying the groundwork!
"It snows a foot outside the city at night", this heavy snow finally arrived, and I no longer "worry about the low price of charcoal"! The dignitaries and wealthy businessmen at the "emperor's feet" will not pay for the meager price of charcoal in order to keep warm.
Careful about every detail.
When the old charcoal seller drove his charcoal cart over the ice, what he was thinking about was not complaining about how difficult it was to walk on the ice and snow road, but thinking about how much money he could sell in such a cold weather.
How much money will be exchanged for how much food and clothing?
The old charcoal seller finally managed to burn a load of charcoal. He was looking forward to a snowfall. Along the way, he was hopeful that he could get money for food and clothing from selling the charcoal. However, he met the steward of the Prince of Wei who "held a document in his hand and verbalized the imperial edict".
In front of the steward of Prince Wei's Mansion, there was still the sound of "screaming at the cow", and the old charcoal seller was "cutting firewood", "burning charcoal", "wishing the weather would be cold", "driving a charcoal cart", "rolling over ice tracks", until "mud"
Everything I had planned and hoped for during the long process of "interruption" was all in vain.
The road from "Nanshanzhong" to Chang'an City is so long and difficult. When the old charcoal seller "rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city", he was already "cow trapped and people hungry"; now he is "turning back to scold the cow"
"Lead it to the north" and send the charcoal to the palace of the King of Wei. Of course, the oxen will be more sleepy and the people will be more hungry.
When the charcoal seller walked back to Zhongnan Mountain hungry, what would he be thinking about, and how would he live in the future?
A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms... half a piece of red silk and one foot of silk, which is tied to the cow's head to fill it with charcoal!
After layers of preparation, it finally reaches the climax!
A poem with simple words vividly portrays the tragic image of an old charcoal seller who is on the verge of despair and all his hopes are dashed.
The officials who were watching were all surprised. There is no doubt that this poem will be spread to all directions by the officials present, and it will definitely be passed down...
Who is this young man, who actually goes against His Highness the King of Wei in this way? He is simply trying to put His Highness the King of Wei's reputation on the pillar of shame in history!
The officials all understood the intention of this poem, but it did not mean that the several stewards of the Wei Palace also understood it. These slaves, who were proficient in some simple arithmetic and could at most recognize a few big characters, did not realize that this poem
Poetry is about to bring serious consequences.
"Um... Erlang, have you ordered this again? You obviously gave me two pieces of silk, how can you say it is 'half a piece of red silk and one foot of silk'? The number is wrong, and this silk has no silk.
Silk is valuable...Besides, such a broken carriage can carry only three to five hundred kilograms of charcoal, and he can't even pull a thousand kilograms..."
The steward of Prince Wei's Mansion was very resentful and argued in a low voice with very gentle words. The man in front of him was not a good person. He dared to "confront" his own prince. He didn't want his little arms and legs to be beaten.
Those who celebrate the New Year cannot commit the crime...
The officials next to me were all speechless. Are you a fool? This is not a matter of silk or silk, a thousand catties or five hundred catties, okay?
This is the rhythm of stamping your prince's reputation into the mud!
Fang Jun glanced at the steward with a half-smile, which frightened the steward so much that he subconsciously took a step back. Then he waved to the servant behind him to take out a small piece of silver and gave it to the old charcoal seller.
He said pleasantly: "It's freezing cold and it's not easy to make charcoal. Since the old man sold this cart of charcoal to the Wei Palace, he doesn't care how much these two feet of silk are worth. His arms can't twist his thighs, right? Accept it as bad luck... I see how pitiful you are.
Don’t wait here to enter the city. I’ll buy your carriage and give it to Prince Wei’s Mansion, letting them drive into the city on their own. The old man can go home now..."
The old charcoal seller was feeling depressed and miserable. He had worked hard for a month to burn such a load of bamboo charcoal, and the two rolls of silk silk were not worth a lot of money. What should he do with his life?
I vaguely took the silver in my hand and was immediately overjoyed!
Now, I can finally ask a doctor to give medicine to the old woman at home, buy a chicken to replenish her, and even hire a few bricklayers to repair my dilapidated house that is leaking air everywhere. The remaining money is still enough to buy another one.
An ox cart…
But he didn't know Fang Jun, and he was afraid that the palace steward would not obey him, so he looked at the steward tremblingly.
The steward glared and scolded: "Fang Erlang rewards you, and then comes, why don't you get out of here?"
The old man was overjoyed, took the silver, and the two rolls of silk between his hands, and walked away shakily.