Chapter 636 Jixian Academy's book and direct officials
After Li Siye stayed in Chang'an for many days, he decided to go to the emperor to inform him that border defense was of great importance and that he could not leave without generals for a day. He wanted to end his daily activities in Chang'an as soon as possible and return to the north court of An'an.
After receiving the memorial, the emperor happily agreed and ordered all civil and military officials to see him off at the official post outside the city. This treatment was enjoyed by An Lushan before.
Officials are well aware that Li Siye has become one of the new rich in the empire, and his salary is equal to that of the man who occupied Youyan. It is unclear whether he will be even higher in the future. However, looking at it now, he has the Yang family in the court.
The large branches and vines are intertwined, and it is estimated that it will continue to soar in the future, and there will never be a chance of falling.
As soon as the news of Doctor Li's departure spread, officials of all sizes had already sent people to occupy land beside the official post road outside the city. This is called the Near Water Pavilion. The closer you are to the post station, the better your chances of talking to Doctor Li.
Even though this opportunity is uncertain, many petty officials still work tirelessly to occupy a good position with their servants and build a thatched hut to indicate that this is my territory when bidding farewell, and no one is allowed to occupy it.
.Most of the thoughtful people spent their family savings and prepared a bottle of good wine in the thatched cottage. Maybe when Dr. Li stopped by, they would take the opportunity to offer a drink and say goodbye. Maybe they could show their face and make Dr. Li remember him.
It is said that this is how An Lushan's two close aides Gao Shang and Yan Zhuang gained attention, but after all, this is just a rumor, and many people do not take it seriously. Even if it is not true, there are many big shots from the DPRK and China who were present to see him off. As long as they can
One glance at Yang Guozhong or Li Linfu seems to be able to change one's life and destiny.
Those who go to occupy the land in person, send people to occupy the land, or manage the inns to help reserve seats, are just small fish and shrimps after all. Real bosses do not need such laborious operations, they only need to stand in a certain position
, everyone will be frightened by the light emanating from them, and they will step aside one after another. Some people even go out in a way of shouting in front of each other, and can easily disrupt the order of the scene.
After all the positions on the three-mile post road outside the city were taken up, people heard the news from the city, saying that Doctor Li would not leave the city until three days later. This made the officials or servants trapped here mourn in their hearts.
Why are you so unpunctual! After finally seizing a piece of Feng Shui treasure land with all the advantages, you just give it up. When you come back one day, this place has already changed hands.
But now it is early winter, and the nights are particularly cold. On this empty Guanzhong Plain, a cold wave of wind blows, enough to freeze people to the bone. The cold reveals the wealth gap between officials and petty officials.
Those who had servants at home would leave them to guard the place and go back to the city to sleep. The poor officials could only collect firewood during the day, light a bonfire at night, and squat in front of the fire, rubbing their stiff fingers and back.
It was still as cold as ice. Even with the reed quilt wrapped around me, I was still shivering.
The servants of wealthy officials can wear woolen cloaks, spend a few copper coins to buy a large bundle of firewood, get into the carriage carriage that is staying at the same place at night, get into the fox-fur brocade quilt, sip a few sips of wine and fall asleep.
Among the officials waiting in front of the bonfire, there were two junior officials from Jixianyuan. One of them was Zhang Kang and the other was Du Fu.
Both of them were unranked book clerks in Jixian Hall Academy. They were responsible for copying academic classics in a time when woodblock printing was not yet popular. They received less than one thousand yuan and two measures of rice per month, and lived a very miserable life.
Chang'an City is filled with a large number of such subordinates, who are as busy as a colony of ants every day. In the eyes of the ruler, they are all tool men who can be called back and forth. Don't you know that in the heart of each of them, there is a dream and a desire to help the country?
Ambition.
Zhang Kang and Du Fu were both such people. They wore white scholar's robes, with patches on their elbows and shoulders. They stretched out their hands like dry wood over the bonfire. The cold air engulfed their shoulders, and their noses and faces were sore.
Hong, he wanted to shrink his head into his stomach.
Du Fu looked up at the dark sky, sighed and said: "It's freezing cold and the night is long. How can we survive it? Do you and I not only have to bend our waists for five buckets of rice, but also freeze to death here for these five buckets of rice?"
In the cold wind?”
"That's wrong. Brother Du, why are we working hard in the cold today? Isn't it just to enjoy the glory and wealth in the future? I managed to occupy this position. It's only half a mile away from the inn. As long as I survive these three days
, we may have the opportunity to present wine, wine, and poems to Dr. Li. If you present the poem you wrote the day before yesterday, you will definitely win the doctor's favor."
"Being a civil servant under the Jiedushi is to accumulate qualifications. In the future, with the help of Dr. Li's connections, I might be able to become the governor of a state."
Zhang Kang kept mumbling, and quickly twisted his body to use the flames to roast his back. Du Fu's teeth chattered with the cold, and he said: "Why don't the two of us take turns to guard here, and wait until the third day for Doctor Li's team
Before leaving the city, how about we come out and wait."
"Forget it, won't it be cold when you return to Chang'an City? The rented tile-roofed house leaks rain in summer and air leaks in winter. You have no charcoal basin and no wool quilt. What do you have in the city and in the wilderness?
the difference."
Du Fu clicked his tongue for a moment and felt that Zhang Kang's words made sense. However, he and Zhang Kang had different ambitions. He wanted to serve the emperors Yao and Shun, protect the country and save the people, and continue to write glory for the Tang Dynasty. Like this, he wanted to be an official.
Waiting in the cold wind was not in line with his aloof character.
The morning glow rises on the horizon, and the outline of the station standing on the earth is outlined in distinct layers. They are waiting for the light to drive away the darkness and cold. But this is just one of the countless alternations of day and night. Last night passed, and tonight will
will come.
The slave guarding the position next door shivered and came down from the carriage, holding a charcoal and copper stove in his arms and wearing a thick woolen cloak. He glanced sideways at the two scholars who were guarding the cooling fire and sunbathe.
He smiled and said: "Are you still waiting here? Du Fu, Zhang Kang, I advise you not to waste your time. My Alang is an eighth-rank official after all. You two don't even have a rank. Is it your turn to show your face?"
.When all the prominent officials from Chang'an City come the day after tomorrow, I'm afraid you two won't even have a place to stay."
Zhang Kang just held up his hands and smiled, showing a gentleman's good temper. Du Fu dropped the firewood in his hand and said angrily: "I thought I would learn a lot of poems and books at the age of twenty, and be in trouble in the capital, but all I can do is provoke a bunch of rope camps."
What’s the use of learning moral articles when the dog-gods are howling and laughing in your ears?”
When the servant heard this, he was very angry. He put his hands on his hips and cursed: "You dare to say that you are a master of the world after learning a few wretched words! What the hell, with your kind of virtue, you will be a subordinate until the day you die! How dare you say that you are a master of the world!
You claim to be noble, but if you were really noble, you wouldn’t have to come here to cling to the powerful with us, a bunch of dog-eat-dogs. Aren’t you a bitch and you still want to erect a memorial arch?”
After hearing this, Du Fu couldn't suppress his anger. He simply threw off his sleeves and walked toward the city gate with his hands behind his back.
Zhang Kang quickly shouted from behind: "Zimei, what are you doing! Why do you care about other people's words?"
"The white gull is not so majestic, but who can tame it thousands of miles away! There is no need to persuade Zhang Wulang to stay, Du Zimei has her own plan."
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The Golden Gate of the Outer City had just opened, and Du Fu walked against the flow of people into the city. He walked all the way south to the vicinity of Yonghe Square. When he saw the steaming pancakes in the shop in the square, he couldn't help but feel hungry in his stomach.
, but when I felt there were a few coppers left in my waist, I finally endured my hunger and went back to cook a bowl of corn porridge to drink.
He entered Yonghe Square. Since this place is close to the south city and somewhat remote, there are not many residential houses in the square. Most of them are old warehouses and vegetable gardens. The house he rented is also here. The roof is thatched and the walls are peeling and dilapidated. He usually lives in Yonghe Square.
They all lived and ate in Jixian Hall Academy, and were only driven back here when they had a rest.
Du Fu opened the door, went to the corner, found the rice jar hidden under the straw mat, took out a handful of rice and threw it into the copper bucket, preparing to light a fire to cook porridge.
"Is Du Zimei here?"
Du Fu turned around in panic, only to see a man standing outside the door wearing a crimson robe without a crotch, a military officer-like turban on his head, and a horizontal knife on his waist. This man had bright eyes, high cheekbones, and thick skin.
It looks like a mottled city wall that has been blown away by the wind and sand.