After successfully becoming a disciple of the great scholar and writer Xue Mushan, Wang Xu finally gained a foundation in this world.
This kind of thing, foundation, sounds inconspicuous, but in fact, whether it exists or not is the difference between clouds and mud.
Take Sima Guang as an example. There are probably very few people who don’t know the allusion of Sima Guang smashing a vat.
A group of children were playing in the courtyard. One child was standing on top of a large vat. He lost his footing and fell into the vat, which was flooded. The other children ran away. Sima Guang smashed the vat open with a stone, and the water flowed out from the gap, and the child survived.
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Many people know this story, but who knows that the Sima family in the Southern Song Dynasty has been an official for generations, and his father Sima Chi was a doctor in the Ministry of War. He was a well-known aristocratic family in the local area.
If an ordinary person smashed the tank and rescued the child in the tank, he would probably not be praised, but would be asked why he was naughty. In serious cases, he might even be asked to eat fried meat with bamboo shoots.
Even if the parents are open-minded, just give them a few compliments and give them a few pieces of candy, that's the end of it.
Precisely because Sima Guang came from a big family and had a solid foundation, he was able to build momentum for Sima Guang just like Kong Rong who made the plow.
Without this foundation, it would be the same as Guo Degang’s cross talk.
Guo Degang said that when he was six years old, he also gave pears to others. As a result, his parents not only failed to praise him, but even the people in the village called him a fool.
You see, when it comes to making plows, some people become role models, while others become fools.
The difference lies in whether there is an operations team.
As a modern person, Wang Xu is well aware of the importance of operations. If he operates well, a beggar can be packaged as a ghost chess king. There are also a group of keyboard warriors who believe that he won the Olympus Olympic chess championship. In fact, everyone with a discerning eye knows that, in 1993
In the 2000 Olympic Games, there was no Chinese chess event at all.
Everyone likes to follow the crowd. As long as the story is well-written, who cares whether it is true or false.
After Wang Xu became a disciple, he lived in Sanjianxi, listened to Xue Mushan's lectures every day, and tinkered with his own business plan.
If you have no reputation, what should you do? Copy poems?
Copying poetry is just a bad idea. If you make copying poetry a career, you will only harm yourself in the end. If you want to be famous, copying poetry is not the only way.
Why don't you do some research and hire a few actors to reenact Sima Guang's smashing of the vat?
Sima Guang's "Smashing the Vat" requires not many actors. If it works well, he can be labeled as a smart, precocious, and genius child.
But if you think about it carefully, the Confucian world is not a world of low martial arts. No matter how good the performance is, it will show its flaws as long as it is not true.
Could it be that we need to find a group of friends, build a few big tanks, invite everyone to come and play every day, and wait for the children to fall into it?
This is too inferior. Not only is it time-consuming and labor-intensive, it may not be possible. It would be better to copy poems than to spend all this effort.
"Master, Master!"
On this day, it was already early winter. Wang Xu was doing morning classes when the voice of housekeeper Liu Quan came from outside.
Walking out of the hut built for him by Xue Mushan, Wang Xu crossed the fog and came to the outside of Sanjian River. He saw Liu Quanzheng standing outside with many nurses.
"What happened?" For more than two months, from late autumn to the beginning of winter, Wang Xu has been living in Sanjian River, only communicating with his family through letters. It has been a long time since he went back.
"Something big happened, victims, victims are here!"
The cold wind was biting, and what was colder than the wind were Liu Quan's words.
Wang Xulu was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "Where did the victims come from? There was a severe drought in the north. Didn't they already transport food from the south and resettle the victims in Qingzhou?"
More than two months have passed since the severe drought in the north. During these two months, the imperial court took advantage of the autumn harvest to transport grain from the south to provide relief to the victims in the north. It is said that the situation has improved, and a large number of victims in the north have been resettled.
After leaving Qingzhou, Jizhou did not let the victims continue to move south.
"Master, it's not the north, it's the south!"
Liu Quan was out of breath and gasped: "Jiaozhou's grain production this year is not high. In addition, Jiangnan is helping the north, and a large amount of rice has been handed over. The price of grain changes three times a day, and many people cannot afford to eat.
, has already dragged his family to our Yangzhou."
"Jiaozhou!"
Wang Xu frowned slightly. Yangzhou is located in the south of the Yangtze River, bordering Qingzhou to the north, Jingzhou to the west, and Jiaozhou to the southwest.
Among them, Jingzhou and Qingzhou are both in the hinterland of the Central Plains.
Jiaozhou is far behind. It neither has the geographical advantage of the Central Plains nor the climate of Yangzhou with three crops. Instead, it is in line with the barbarians in southern Xinjiang and has constant friction. It has the worst foundation among the three states in the south of the Yangtze River.
What made Wang Xu frown was that Jinshan Mansion was located in the southwest of Yangzhou, and Liyang County was in the southwest of the southwest, only a few thousand miles away from Jiaozhou.
It goes without saying that Liyang County bears the brunt and is definitely the first stop for disaster victims.
"What did my father say?"
"The master said that the victims are like rioters, and the county has no countermeasures at all, so the city gates have been closed for the past few days. If the victims cannot reach the county, they will naturally come to the countryside. We, rural towns, do not have a city to rely on. I'm afraid
As soon as the victims arrive, they are like combing through a comb, not even a grain of rice can be left behind, and they have to be given even if they are not given!"
At this point, Liu Quan looked around again and whispered: "The master also said that with the foundation of my Wang family, there is no way I can stop the victims. If the master can invite Mr. Xue back to take charge, there may be a chance of survival."
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The victims of the disaster are all people who cannot afford to eat. Selling food is not feasible. They have no money to buy it. Those who have money will not become victims of the disaster.
But if people want to eat and have no money to buy it, they have to buy it. You have food, but I don’t. If you grab your food, I will have food to eat.
When the victims of the disaster arrive in the town, they are like locusts seeing the banker. They must give even if they don't give, otherwise they will trigger a civil uprising and not only ask for food.
After all, there are many young people among the victims of the disaster. If there is a riot, the county town can still resist it, but the rural villages and towns will be shattered at the first touch.
When people are hungry, it is normal for them to exchange their children for food. This kind of man-made disaster is not something that Jiuquan Town or the Wang family can resist.
Only by inviting Xue Mushan and having a contemporary scholar take charge can the danger be averted.
"I didn't expect that the riots in the north were so severe. In the end, the victims from the north did not come, but the south became the first to be in chaos."
Wang Xu lamented the impermanence of things in the world, and comforted Liu Quan: "Wait a moment, I'll ask the teacher to come out."
"No need to ask, I've already heard you."
Without waiting for Wang Xu to invite him, Xue Mushan walked out.
It was already the dead of winter, and Xue Mushan was still wearing a thin Confucian scholar's uniform, no different from when he saw him in late autumn.
Walking out of the thatched hut, Xue Mushan took the lead in asking Wang Xu, "What will you do if I go back with you?"
Wang Xu looked at his teacher and saw the teaching test in his eyes.
With a great scholar in charge, the Wang family will be safe, but the refugees are still there, so it's worth considering how to deal with them.
Whether to rely on the power of the Confucian scholars to drive away the victims and stand by and watch, or to organize people to provide disaster relief, is entirely up to the Wang family or Wang Xu.
If he chooses to preserve his family's property, sit back and watch, or even make a fortune from the national crisis, Wang Xu thought, it will definitely leave a bad impression in Xue Mushan's eyes.
In fact, even if it is simply disaster relief, I am afraid that it is only qualified. If you want to shine, you have to find another way.
"If the teacher goes back with the student, the student will definitely convince his father and unite with the villagers to help the victims as much as possible."
Wang Xu knew that this was Xue Mushan's test, but he didn't say it too confidently. Natural disasters and man-made disasters, there are still traces of natural disasters, and people's hearts are not so easy.
Wang Xu can only say that he will do his best and do his best. As for merits and demerits, it is not a question that should be considered now.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Xue Mushan put his hands behind his back and said softly: "Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. This journey of thousands of miles is not just walking, but also seeing. Look at this world and people's hearts. You will find that some things are better than those in books.
The writing is more interesting, and you can learn a lot of knowledge that is not available in books.”
"Disciple, I have been taught." Wang Xu bowed again, not only for Xue Mushan's teachings, but also for showing his support for him.
If Wang Xu participates in disaster relief, the reputation he gains is one. With Xue Mushan's support, the reputation he gains is one hundred.
Without a great scholar in charge, who would care about his child.
On the other hand, if there are great Confucians accompanying you, this matter will become a good talk among the scholars.
At that time, the scholars in Jiangnan will all know that Xu is eight years old and can provide disaster relief. In the future, his reputation will be spread all over the world. Some people will also say: "Oh, I know this man. He participated in disaster relief at the age of eight and performed extraordinary. I have always been
Take a good look at him."
In fact, there is nothing to be optimistic about. Celebrities and ordinary people are placed together. The success of celebrities is taken for granted, and the success of ordinary people is surprising.
Why does Wang Xu need fame? Because he hopes that when he achieves results in the future, others will recognize him instead of questioning him.
Why do so many hard-core protagonists pretend to be cool wherever they go, and are dissatisfied with them in various ways? This is because those who become famous are often looked down upon.
Wang Xu wants fame, wants to manage himself, package himself as a genius, and pave the way for future talents.
The current disaster relief operation, if it works well, is a good opportunity to gain reputation.