Shen Lie rode on the horse, jolting, looking at the Wanshou Mountain not far away, the crops growing on both sides of the road, and the patches of rapeseed flowers, his mind had already drifted to the sky.
Now he can see clearly that when a powerful dynasty has been strong for more than two hundred years, a series of problems will arise.
For example, there are cultural figures who are as rich as wine bags and rice bags, so-called celebrities who seek fame and reputation. In later generations, there are also female poets who wrote poems about urine on the kang.
Shen Lie pondered and thought. From this point of view, his rich life experience has become an advantage. Then his heart beat a few times unsatisfactorily, and a bold idea came to him.
perhaps……
He can really do something for this era. Copying poetry can't save this era, but doing business can. Wouldn't future generations also pay attention to industry to save the country?
Suddenly Shen Lie figured it out.
As for the path to take in the future, his heart suddenly became brighter. Even if he couldn't be Fan Li or Guan Zhong, he could at least be Shen Wansan.
The idea is clear.
Shen Lie raised his head and looked at the empty official road in front of him. He suddenly became inspired by poetry. After thinking about it for a while, he recited an eternally famous poem: "Stick to the green mountains and never relax!"
When Shen Lie recited the first line of this eternally famous poem, he looked at Zhang Jingxiu's face from the corner of his eye, and saw that she looked over with her eyes wide open in surprise, and her rosy little mouth opened slightly.
Shen Lie felt happy in his heart.
He had not been able to figure out the age of this poem at first, but now that he saw the beauty's reaction, he was very sure that it seemed that this poem was written after the Wanli year.
That's it.
So Shen Lie chanted boldly and boldly: "Stick to the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They have been strong after countless blows, no matter how strong the wind is from the southeast or northwest!"
Although Shen Lie was born in a martial arts school, he could still memorize the poems in primary and secondary school textbooks...
After Shen Lie finished reading his poem, the cavalry team stopped involuntarily.
The surrounding air suddenly became quiet.
Zhang Jingxiu opened his eyes wide in surprise and stared blankly at Shen Lie. His mouth opened involuntarily, and his surprised expression was so cute and moving.
In deathly silence.
The guard leader Zhang Kui suddenly praised loudly: "What a poem!"
Even he, an illiterate guard of the prime minister's palace and a crude warrior, thought this poem was really good, easy to listen to and easy to understand.
The heroic spirit rushes towards the face and invigorates people's spirits.
The guards looked at Shen Lie, their eyes lit up involuntarily, and they all echoed loudly: "Okay, that's great."
As soon as this poem came out.
The incomprehensible and shabby poetry of the Jingling School immediately became a joke.
Looking at the few Zhang clan disciples who were at the end of the team, each of them seemed to have been struck by lightning. They froze on their horses, their mouths wide open in surprise, and they could fit a duck egg in their mouths.
Shen Lie couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy at this moment, and smiled slightly: "This poem is called Songshi, and it is given to Mr. Zhang... to encourage you all."
The words fell.
Zhang Jingxiu woke up with a start, and looked at Shen Lie intently with a pair of bright eyes. That bright and pretty face seemed to gain a bit of bright light in an instant.
The admiration in those bright eyes cannot be hidden.
The mood has arrived.
Shen Lie let out a long and free laugh, pulled the reins, gently clamped the horse's belly, and steered the tall horse forward like an arrow from the string.
"drive!"
With the sound of chaotic horse hooves, Shen Lie became heroic at this moment. One man and one horse galloped on the empty straight official road, letting his long hair dance in the wind.
Facing the sunset and the gorgeous sunset, Shen Lie gradually left the horse's back, hunched his waist, and galloped, feeling that he was integrated with the strong horse under his crotch.
But soon Shen Lie found that no one was following him and felt that something was a little strange, so he slowly reined in the horse and grabbed the reins.
When Shen Lie turned around, he saw Zhang Kui and others protecting Miss Zhang, stopping at a fork in the road and waving to him.
Zhang Kui pointed to the fork in the road and shouted loudly: "Hey... Mr. Shen, you ran away."
Shen Lie's old face turned red, he quickly reined in his horse, turned around on the spot, and began to curse: "Damn, the performance was ruined."
He is very handsome, but he is not handsome for more than three seconds.
As Shen Lie ran back in despair, taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun, he saw Miss Zhang covering her face with a folding fan and trying to hold back a smile.
Shen Lie couldn't see the beauty's expression, but he could see her shoulders, which were as sharp as a knife. She was shaking non-stop. She must have worked very hard to suppress her laughter.
Old Shen Lie's face was burning, and he lay down on the horse for a long time, pretending to comfort the horse, and said softly and angrily: "Stop laughing."
But Zhang Jingxiu's fragrant shoulders hidden in his wide Confucian clothes were still shaking uncontrollably. Maybe he thought it was so funny that he couldn't stop laughing at all.
Shen Lie's face darkened and he said angrily: "Brother Jingxiu!"
Perhaps Zhang Jingxiu felt that she had gone too far, so she quickly lowered her head, covered her mouth, and responded in a low voice: "Yes."
Then she forcibly suppressed her smile and moved the folding fan away from her pretty face, but her pretty face was still covered with a thrilling flush under the setting sun, making her look extremely charming.
"cough."
In the endless embarrassment, Shen Lie coughed to cover up his embarrassment, then took the water bag on the horse, opened the stopper and took a sip of water.
On the side, guard Zhang Kui couldn't help but touched his head and laughed naively: "Oh... Haha."
Zhang Kui didn't think it was ridiculous. He felt that shopkeeper Shen was a person of a good temperament, unlike those literati and poets who were pretentious.
So the air was filled with a relaxed and freehand atmosphere.
Even the few young masters of the Zhang family who disliked Shen Lie were like eggplants beaten by frost, silent.
I never expected that this little restaurant manager was really capable, and the level of this poem... really surpassed the Jingling School by a long way.
The laughter subsided for a long time.
It's like nothing happened.
Zhang Jingxiu calmed down and looked at Shen Lie with a pair of bright eyes, as if he wanted to see a flower on his honest face.
Shen Lie's old face turned red and he had to change the subject: "Are we going to camp tonight?"
Zhang Jingxiu smiled but said nothing.
On the side, Zhang Kui said easily: "Of course not, Mr. Shen, please come with me."
So the cavalry left the spacious official road, turned into a fork in the road, and headed towards the fields at the foot of Wanshou Mountain.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the scenery on both sides of the road changed.
The endless willow trees as far as the eye can see have disappeared, replaced by acres of fields, and green crops have grown in the fields with ravines.
Seeing the vitality in front of him, Shen Lie's spirit was lifted.
Perhaps this is the original ecology of the Ming Dynasty.
Looking at the large and small farms, fish ponds, large areas of good irrigated land, patches of green brick houses, and the curling smoke of cooking stoves in front of him, Shen Lie knew that he had made a fool again.
He was also worried about not having a place to stay overnight. It seemed that he was too naive. How could Zhang Juzheng, the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty, not have any property outside the city?
Then it was getting dark, and the horse team slowly drove into a farm. Riding on their horses, they passed under the tall plaque of the farm. Shen Lie looked up.
Several golden characters shine brightly.
"Zhang Family Manor."
Shen Lie was stunned and said in his heart: "Okay!"
It was really easy to understand, and he knew where this place was, Zhang Juzheng, one of the many properties of Prime Minister Zhang in the suburbs of Beijing.
On the side, Zhang Kui opened his mouth and said with a smile: "You are lucky. This Zhuangzi was originally an imperial village. I remember that it was a reward from the Queen Mother in the early years of Wanli."