"But it was said that when the Nuwa family was refining stones to mend the sky, they made 36,801 pieces of hard stone at Wuji Cliff in the Dahuang Mountain, which were twelve feet high and twenty-four feet square. Emperor Na Wa only used
Thirty-six thousand eight hundred yuan, only one piece was left unused and abandoned at the foot of Qinggeng Peak..."
"... Baoyu then walked to Daiyu and sat down, looked at her carefully and asked: Has my sister ever studied? Daiyu said: I have never studied. I only went to school for one year. I have to recognize a few words..."
It is "A Dream of Red Mansions".
Li Mu would tell "Dream of Red Mansions" in Fengqiuhuang because Dugujiu let it slip and told Li Zhien about his telling of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in the valley. Li Zhien was the best at telling stories, so he pestered Li Mu to tell them to her.
But Li Mu talked about "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", but she didn't like hearing about this kind of fighting and killing, so she pestered her to change.
Li Mu is not a writer of novels. Where can he find so much inspiration? He can only choose from the four famous works. "Journey to the West" cannot be used. It has only been three years since Monk Xuanzang smuggled out of the country and has not returned. It is easy to tell the truth.
"Water Margin" is even less good. After all, it is about rebelling. What would Li Shimin think after hearing this? And the fighting and killing in it are no less than in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". There are often human flesh buns, chopped into pieces carefully.
Smell doesn't meet Li Zhien's requirements either.
From this point of view, the only choice is "A Dream of Red Mansions". Although "A Dream of Red Mansions" was born in the Qing Dynasty, the age in the book actually uses the Spring and Autumn Period writing style, which is concealed to a certain extent. The official positions in it are said to be from the Ming Dynasty.
It can be said that it was established in the Qing Dynasty, but it cannot be dated.
But when Li Mu tells this story now, he doesn't have to worry about it at all, because it's the Tang Dynasty now, and the Ming and Qing Dynasties happened a thousand years later, and they don't exist yet. He's just talking nonsense. There's no need to be too serious about what he's saying.
In his previous life, a certain website had a special category for this kind of novel, called "alternative history." Everything that is unreasonable becomes reasonable by adding these two words, and you can get away with it even if you encounter a bully.
It's empty, what can you do to me?
Being happy alone is not as good as being happy together. This can be said by one person or by a group of people. In addition, Li Mu also wanted to attract business, so he directly set up a table in the shop, chiseled a 'gavel' with his own hands, and started
Mr. Storyteller.
On the first day, the female customers felt a little strange. But starting from the second day, Baoyu and Daiyu met, the plot got to the point, and everyone got involved. Every morning, the door of the shop just opened.
, the guests all poured in, shopping was the next priority, just to listen to Li Mu's "Dream of Red Mansions" for half an hour.
Of course, the customers who can come to Fengqiuhuang are all respectable people, and no one will prostitute for nothing. Before leaving, they will buy something. Silver mirror perfume is expensive and you can’t use too much, so soap and soap are the only ones.
Popular choice. In the past few days, the sales of soap and bar soap have hit peaks.
In the twelfth lunar month, Li Mu has also become lazy. His current life is to tell the female guests of Feng Qiuhuang about "A Dream of Red Mansions" for half an hour after breakfast every day, and then tinker with his skills for a while. Recently, he has
If you are proficient in [Medicine], your home is full of medicinal materials.
In the afternoon, after lunch, he and Dugujiu would set off to the valley, lying in the car on the way to practice internal martial arts. After visiting the valley, he would lecture on "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" for half an hour as a benefit to the students.
At a certain moment, Li Mu felt like a struggling Internet writer in his previous life, and he was the kind who was followed by readers for double-opening orders. This kind of heavy anxiety makes people shudder just thinking about it.
The days passed like this, and it was Laba in the blink of an eye. In these few days, "A Dream of Red Mansions" had spread throughout Chang'an City. The female guests who heard the story couldn't help but want to follow the story when they returned home.
People shared it. First it was the maids at home, and then the female relatives and so on. It was spread by word of mouth. After Li Mu's "update" was finished every day, before noon, the news had already spread to every corner of Chang'an City.
The story of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" hasn't spread yet because the students at Datang Vocational and Technical College haven't had their vacation yet, otherwise it would have had the same effect.
But it won't be long, because Li Mu plans to give the students a holiday.
Li Mu also found out after seeing Bai Qiaoqiao and Li Zhien chatting in the past few days that it turned out that the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the Tang Dynasty had the functions of both 'Laba' and 'Little New Year'. In Li Mu's previous life, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the north had the functions of 'little new year'.
, the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month in the south is a day for worshiping the Stove Lord. Prepare sacrifices and honey and offer them to the Stove Lord. The purpose is to ask him to return to heaven to "report his work" and say many kind words in front of the Jade Emperor to bless him.
A family of young and old. It is said that God speaks good things and returns to the palace to bring good luck. This is what we are talking about.
In the Tang Dynasty, everyone did this in Laba.
It was only a few days apart, and there was nothing Li Mu could not accept. But the difference in customs during the Laba Festival surprised him somewhat. In Li Mu's previous life, the custom of the Laba Festival that everyone could recall was to drink some Laba porridge.
. And most people don’t drink the kind of Laba porridge that they cook at home. They just join in the fun and buy canned rice pudding porridge in the supermarket to deal with it.
But in the Tang Dynasty, Laba was an important festival.
Early in the morning, everyone has to offer sacrifices to the Stove Lord. From the emperor to the people, it is a must-do. After all, the emperor cannot really go to heaven, but the Stove Lord can go to heaven, so he inevitably has to do his best. As an honorable nobleman, Li Mu
, he was notified on the first day that he and Li Shimin, together with all the officials, would sacrifice the Stove Lord. After the sacrificial ceremony, everyone drank porridge together. After finishing the porridge, Li Shimin waved his hand, and Eunuch Gao stood up with the imperial edict and read a long poem.
A long list of rewards.
This family would give some cloth, and that family would give some rice. No matter how much the civil and military ministers received, they would all get a little bit. It was a bit like the year-end bonus he gave out in his previous life. Although in Li Mu's view, a few buckets of rice and two pieces of cloth were nothing to be excited about.
Yes, he doesn't lack this, but the fact that he doesn't get a share still makes him a little angry. Everyone has a year-end bonus, you can't just give it to me because I'm richer! And these things, there are also
It was Li Shimin who wrote the note and asked all officials to go to the warehouse of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to collect it!
No wonder Eunuch Gao came over mysteriously a few days ago to ask for the inventory list of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It turned out to be for rewards! If I had known this, I would have hidden it at that time!
Li Mu groaned and squinted his eyes, but Cheng Yaojin looked him in the eyes. The old gangster took advantage of Li Shimin not paying attention and moved next to Li Mu, bumped his waist with his elbow, and gloated: "Boy, no
Are you very angry?"
"I'm angry, what can I do?" Li Mu said angrily: "It's not my fault, but I can still bear it. The key is... these rewards all come from my Ministry of Internal Affairs! Uncle Cheng, don't look at the Ministry of Internal Affairs
The stall is not small, and it seems that there is no shortage of money. Who doesn’t have hard-to-recite sutras? How can you know that firewood and rice are so expensive if you are not a farmer? Your Majesty’s lavish rewards are all the little things I have saved up with great effort.
Ah, is it easy?"
Cheng Yaojin chuckled and said, "You're right. Thanks to you, all officials can get a little something this year. Do you know how shabby it was last year?"
"What?"
"You might not believe it!" Cheng Yaojin curled his lips and said: "Last year, I got a bucket of rice and half a piece of cloth as a reward, half a piece of cloth! Look at my physique, it's not even enough to make a robe!"
Li Mu glanced at Cheng Yaojin and thought to himself, looking at your 'general's belly', it's really tough.
"Oh, uncle, you are not bad at this. If I were you, I wouldn't want it."
"Then you can't refuse it!" When Cheng Yaojin heard this, he immediately said seriously: "The thunder and rain are all your kindness. How can you refuse it just because the reward is small? No matter how much it is, it is your Majesty's heart. As a minister,
You should accept it happily. You have to learn this from me and know how to be grateful."
As he spoke, Cheng Yaojin leaned into Li Mu's ear and whispered: "I'll tell you the truth, nephew. The pants I'm wearing now are made of half a piece of cloth given by the emperor last year."
"Hey," Li Mu grinned and said, "Uncle, you are really..."
The two were chatting, and Li Shimin finally noticed. Li Shimin cleared his throat and said, "Li Mu, Zhijie, what are you talking about?"
"Oh!" Li Mu quickly responded and said: "Your Majesty, forgive me. I didn't intentionally disturb the order. It was because I was unbalanced that I couldn't help complaining. Uncle Cheng was enlightening me, and I accepted it.
Enlightenment, I have thought about it, I feel balanced, I feel comfortable, I am no longer depressed..."
Li Mu's comparison made Li Shimin's expression look a little ugly. Could it be that he didn't know what Li Mu meant? He coughed awkwardly and said: "Well... I don't reward you because I don't favor one thing over another. Neither do you."
If you don’t lack this little thing, why bother?”
"Your Majesty said this, I have to retort a few words. Just now Uncle Cheng taught me that thunder and rain are all gifts from the king, and ministers should accept them happily. However, in the civil and military affairs of the entire dynasty, I only received your majesty's thunder, but I felt
It’s really hard to live without any rain or dew! Uncle Cheng also said that he made pants from the half piece of cloth given by His Majesty last year and wears it every day, feeling His Majesty’s kindness all the time.”
When the officials heard this, they couldn't help it, and the Liangyi Palace burst into laughter. Cheng Yaojin turned red in the face, raised his foot and kicked Li Mu, saying: "You bastard, do you even want me to arrange this?"
Li Mu dodged away and continued: "Uncle, my nephew didn't lie. That's what you just meant." He then looked at Li Shimin who looked helpless and said: "Your Majesty, I don't ask for more, I only ask for half a horse.
Cloth, make some trousers to wear, and let me feel your majesty's kindness. This way, I will have the motivation to lead the Ministry of Internal Affairs to make more money for your majesty, so that next year's Laba can give you more things to the princes."
Li Shimin said angrily: "You kid, don't think that I can't hear what you mean! That's right, you earned what I reward you... Come on, don't take credit for it, I won't treat you badly, I will do it today
Promote you as "
Li Shimin was planning to take this opportunity to promote Li Mu to Duke, but just as he was about to speak out, a loud shout interrupted him.
"Your Majesty, please think twice! Li Mu is already in the third rank, and if he goes one step further, he will be the prime minister. How can he hold such a high position at such a young age? If he is as good as the forest wind, he will be destroyed. This is not to reward him, but to harm him.
Kill him!"
Li Mu looked sideways at Wei Zheng who was speaking, and cursed in his heart, I just like being destroyed by strong winds, don't you? You old boy has so many things to do, so why are you pretending to be a good guy?
"This..." Li Shimin heard Wei Zheng's words and felt that they were reasonable. He looked at Li Mu and said, "What do you think?"
All the officials also looked over, and they were all curious about what Li Mu was thinking.
"Your Majesty!" Li Mu rolled his eyes and said, "I think your Majesty should make me... king!"
What?
All the officials were shocked. This guy is seeking death! Are you a prince? How dare you ask for the title of king?!
Li Shimin also laughed angrily and said, "Boy, I didn't hear what you said clearly."
"Your Majesty, what I said is not unfounded." Li Mu said with a serious face: "Your Majesty, I am really a genius, you must not underestimate it. I won't boast, I will simply say
Let me tell you what I have been doing recently. I have now trained ninety-eight talents for Your Majesty who are still alive."
Li Shimin was confused after hearing this and couldn't help but ask: "What do you mean by being alive and being dead?"
"No, no, no," Li Mu quickly shook his head and said, "What I mean is that those who can still persist are those who may become talents. Those who cannot persist and are eliminated cannot be counted."
Li Shimin glared at him and said nothing. Li Mu continued: "Your Majesty, think about it, what I am doing now is just like what Confucius did back then. Confucius taught without distinction and taught seventy-two disciples. No matter how widespread these disciples are,
By recruiting disciples, Confucianism has been proudly carried forward. I, Li Mu, now have ninety-eight disciples, and they will recruit more disciples in the future. Maybe eight hundred years from now, there will be a theory in the world called... er, called Gongxue, yes, called
Engineering! I am Li Shengren, and Changsun Chong is my Yan Hui!"
"Oh my," Changsun Wuji was really shocked when he heard this, and said quickly: "You kid, don't bring the dog with you when you talk nonsense. The dog is incompetent and cannot be Yan Hui."
"Zilu is fine too."
"You can do it! Don't do anything wrong!"
Kong Yingda was so angry that his eyes almost popped out. He snorted angrily and said: "You are arrogant, extremely arrogant!" But other than that, he didn't say anything else. The atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty was that madmen appeared in large numbers.
Just like in later generations, after Zhu Xi started Neo-Confucianism, if he said something incorrect, he would be punished with words and writings. In this era, you can still brag.
Li Mu is undoubtedly the leader in bragging, and his mouth is not easy to mess with. He immediately retorted: "Kong Sheng was looked down upon by people back then. No one thought he could become a saint, but a thousand years later, he is still a saint. Who knows what will happen in the future?
It's true. If you think I can't make it, then work hard and live for eight hundred years to see if I make it. If anyone can make it, remember to come to my grave and tell me. Anyway, I won't make it.
Eight hundred years from now."
Li Mu glanced at Kong Yingda and said: "Old Kong, I think you will definitely live for eight hundred years. I am optimistic about you!"