The emperor left the palace, announcing the end of the competition, including the end of Chen Danzhu's roar at the Imperial Academy.
No one mentioned Chen Danzhu’s fault again, and the scholars no longer wrote angrily. Everyone was now busy recalling the competition, especially the twenty scholars whose names were read out by the emperor himself, and even more in front of the door.
There was an endless stream of carriages and horses.
A narrow alley, because there lived such a scholar, had been blocked for three consecutive days, making it difficult for vehicles and horses to enter.
Huang Ling, the Minister of Agriculture and Agriculture, also had to walk in and out for three days. What was even worse was that it had been snowing for these three days.
"These scholars are so annoying." The attendant complained, holding an umbrella to protect Huang Bucheng from the wind and snow.
The red and black-faced man in Huangling showed no sign of joy or anger, and scolded him: "Don't talk nonsense. The prosperity of Confucianism will bring out more talented people. This is a great event for me in the Great Xia Dynasty."
If the scholar is annoying, wouldn't that mean he is scolding the Imperial College? Chen Danzhu, a shameless little girl, dares to make trouble with Xu Luozhi, but he doesn't dare.
Xu Luozhi would not let him go if he didn't care about the little girl. If he scolded him in the court, he would not even think about going out. He should just pack up his things, resign and go home.
Although he said this, Huang Ling was distracted and stepped into a puddle, and his boots and clothes were stained with mud.
The attendants helped and wiped it hurriedly, and the people standing on the roadside laughed when they saw it. Huang Ling waved away the attendants in annoyance, Heitan frowned into a hemp rope, and walked towards his home in a muffled voice.
Upon entering the house, his wife would complain for a moment that he was careless and had to re-wash his official robes in the winter.
The youngest daughter laughed at the side: "It's not my father's fault, it's all our family's fault. The place where we live is not good."
Living in this narrow and small place, there are people everywhere. Compared with my hometown in Xijing, it can only be regarded as a cross-yard.
Huang Ling glared at his daughter: "It would be nice to have a place in the city. The place to live in Xincheng is big. Are you going to live there?"
Xincheng is a big place, but it's messy everywhere and the houses are cold. It can't be as livable as the houses here that have been nourished by popularity for decades. Of course, my little daughter will not suffer and run away with her tongue hanging out.
Huang Ling took a bath and changed into clean clothes, walked into the small but warm study, drank the hot tea brought by the beautiful maid, and enjoyed the fragrance of red sleeves. It was the most comfortable moment of the day, but outside the door
A book boy breaks in——
"Sir, this is the latest and most complete collection of essays by the scholars of Zhaixinglou." He said while holding two thick volumes.
Huang Bucheng was angry. It was these scholars who made trouble, made him unable to ride in the carriage, made him step in muddy water, and now they even made it impossible for him to be gentle with the beauty——
"Who wants to read this!" he yelled. Nowadays, these anthologies are being circulated everywhere in the capital. Almost everyone has a copy, but what does it have to do with him? "These things are of no use to me. Now the vassal states have taken them back and added more than a dozen new ones."
County, taxation, spring planting, farmland water conservancy, every day is like snowflakes, I am so busy, and I am watching them argue about the classics and history?" Then he pointed at the book boy and scolded, "If you are thoughtful, just cut a few more pieces of paper for me.
A few pairs of shoes and a few more hand stoves will make life more comfortable for you and me. What anthologies should I buy? Are you going to play on the street again?"
The book boy was scolded and scolded, and he said aggrievedly: "Master, I didn't buy this, it was sent to me."
Huang Bucheng laughed angrily: "Who is so ignorant that you use this to give me a gift?" He waved his hand and said, "Throw it back to me."
The book boy stammered: "General Iron Mask."
Huang Bucheng's swinging hand suddenly dropped, with a look of shock on his face: "Who? General Iron Mask?"
The book boy looked at the words on the name card. What was General Iron Mask's original surname? Everyone had forgotten that even General Iron Mask himself was used to using the four characters "General Iron Mask" on his name cards -
Huang Bucheng waved away the pretty maids and concubines, took the thick collection of essays and a famous post from the book boy, and read it carefully. Although he had no personal contact with General Iron Mask, he had no personal relationship with General Iron Mask.
His name and seal were no stranger to him. All the imperial troops were commanded by iron-faced generals, and Da Sinong's Mansion often had dealings with them for food, salary, clothing, etc.
However, Huang Bucheng looked at the collection of essays aside: "Why did General Iron Mask give this to me?"
Also, General Iron Mask actually knows about this cultural gathering in the capital? General Iron Mask is far away in Qi State - well, of course, although General Iron Mask is far away in Qi State, it doesn't mean that he knows nothing about the capital, it's just that
Why are you paying attention to this unimportant thing?
The book boy asked cautiously: "Are you going to throw it back?"
Huang Bucheng glared at him and waved his hand: "Go, go, go."
The bookboy rolled out, and Huang Bucheng sat alone in the study, looking at the famous post of General Iron Mask. He lost his previous charming thoughts, frowned in thought, flipped through the collection of essays, and noticed that there were only articles by Zhaixinglou Shizi.
Although he didn't pay attention, he also knew that this competition was between nobles and common people. Zhou Xuan gathered at Yaoyue Tower for the leaders of the nobles, and Chen Danzhu, or the third prince, gathered at Zhaixing Tower for the leaders of the common people.
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What is the deep meaning of General Iron Mask asking him to read the collected works of Zhaixinglou scholars?
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Night enveloped the small house, the lights were lit in the house, and the warmth was thick. Mrs. Huang sat at the table and frowned, and whispered to the maid beside her: "Go and see the master, and ask him to come for dinner quickly. There are no rules for messing around."
, the children are all here."
The servant girl left in a hurry and came back in a hurry: "The master is reading in the study and said he won't eat anymore."
What kind of book can be read without eating? Mrs. Huang didn't believe it, so she got up and walked over. As soon as she walked to the door of the study, she heard heavy slams on the table in the room: "It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous!"
Mrs. Huang hurriedly went in and saw that there was no red sleeves in the small study, only Huang Bucheng was sitting alone, and the tea on the table was all bright. At this time, she blew her beard and stared, pointing at an album in front of her angrily.
"What happened?" Mrs. Huang asked hurriedly.
Huang Bucheng said angrily: "An ignorant boy dares to talk about floods. He can just read your collection of classics and history. He talks about floods in ancient times and the present without any shame. He also says what he did wrong. He is not allowed to take advantage of floods.
Are you here to play?”
Da Sinong was in charge of taxation, money and people's livelihood, while Huang Bucheng was directly responsible for county affairs and was most familiar with water transportation.
Mrs. Huang advised: "Since you said you were an ignorant child, why are you still angry with him?" While looking at the booklet, she asked, "What kind of book is this?"
Huang Bucheng got angry when he looked at the brochure: "This is an article written by a group of supervising scholars who have not yet joined the official ranks! They have not done a single practical thing and they are just gesticulating."
Mrs. Huang was even funnier: "Those who have not yet joined the official ranks cannot do practical work. Master, you don't need to be angry with them."
Huang Bucheng sat down with a gloomy face and stopped talking.
"Let's go eat first." Mrs. Huang said, "Let's see what these useless things do."
He didn’t want to read them either, they were all about that iron-faced general! The first few articles he read were okay, they were articles about poems and songs in a collection of classics and history, until he got to the middle of the page and a strange article appeared, which actually talked about the causes of river floods and how to deal with them. It was really
He was so angry. Can anyone comment on Dahe?
Then I read again and saw another article. This time, regardless of the big river, I wrote an article on how to build a canal as quickly as possible by taking advantage of the right time, place, and people, and also drew a picture——
Huang Bucheng took a look and saw that he had dog-eared these two articles. They were written by the same person. He didn't know if there was anything behind them——
"I won't eat it." He said, picking up the book and turning it over to see what else this little brat could write!
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When Mrs. Huang woke up, she was startled. She looked at Huang Bucheng, who was sitting next to him with his clothes on. He was holding a book in his hand and his eyes were a little dull.
"You didn't sleep all night?" she asked in surprise. She finally persuaded Huang Bucheng to eat a bowl of rice last night, but at midnight she forced him to come back to sleep. Unexpectedly, after she fell asleep, Huang Bucheng came back to sleep again.
Got up.
Huang Bucheng exhaled: "He wrote ten articles in total, and I have read them all."
Mrs. Huang was angry and funny: "Are you so angry that you don't have the strength to curse?" She slept well last night and didn't hear her husband curse or get angry.
Huang Bucheng looked solemn and said: "It's a major water conservancy matter. You can't say whether it's good or not." After saying that, he got out of bed and called someone to come, "Change clothes, I have to go to the Yamen."
Mrs. Huang said angrily: "Where is there anyone so early?"
He also said that the group of scholars outside the door were crazy. Why did Huang Bucheng, an unrelated person, also go crazy?
But Mrs. Huang was wrong. There was no one there at such an early hour. Huang Bucheng came to Da Sinong Mansion Office and just dug out a pile of pictures about water canals when a household official from the Prime Minister's Mansion walked in.
"Ah, great, Huang Bucheng, you came so early." He said happily, "I am just trying to find the historical records of the Bianhe River. Please help me find it -"
Bianhe? Huang Bucheng turned his head, looked at the bloodshot eyes of this Hu Cao, and asked: "What are you looking at this for?"
The Hu Cao said excitedly: "Master Huang, you think, if the Bian Canal is built at this place -" He pulled out a picture and wrote on it, "Building a water gate, will it alleviate the impact of the Yellow River water?"
?”
Huang Bucheng looked at the picture. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became. He glared and asked, "Master Qi, have you read the collected works of Zhaixinglou?"
Qihu Cao was stunned, nodded, and took out a stack of paper from his sleeve, which was obviously cut from a certain album: "Yes, someone wrote in this collection - Huh? Mr. Huang, how do you know?
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Huang Bucheng asked: "The brochure that General Iron Mask gave you?"
Qihu Cao suddenly said: "Master Huang, have you received it too?"
Is this iron-faced general intentional or unintentional? How many people in the court have he sent collected works to? What is his intention? Huang Bucheng frowned, but Qihu Cao didn't want to do this. He pulled him and asked hurriedly: "Don't worry about those for now.
Please tell me, is it feasible to build a new water gate in Bianqu? I have been thinking about it for two days, and I am so flustered that I can’t sit still——"
Huang Bucheng could understand him. He just put it down after reading it and did not keep reading. Qihu Cao was once the prefect of the county. He sent 100,000 people to dig canals to divert water. It took three years to irrigate 100,000 farmlands, and he became famous.
He had done it himself when he was promoted to the Prime Minister's Office. How could he bear it after reading an article like this?
Huang Bucheng also read the article, thought for a while and shook his head: "I don't know much about the Bianhe River, so I don't dare to comment. Why don't we ask the water cao officials of the original Wu State about the rivers and lakes here?
Haido, does he have a more precise view?"
Qihu Cao immediately agreed: "Call a few more, find a few more, and discuss them together. There are several articles that I think are feasible."
But the two of them didn't find the Shui Cao official. Didn't they come to the Yamen? The two of them looked at the sky. It was already bright.
"No, Mr. Jiao has been here a long time ago. He went to see Your Majesty before dawn." The official told them, thinking about what Mr. Jiao said to himself, "It seems that he wanted to ask for your Majesty's permission to be released to Wei County——
I don’t know why I’m crazy.”
Although Huang Bucheng and Qi Hucao didn't know why the official was crazy at other times, when they heard about Wei Jun, they both had an idea at the same time, Bianqu!
Could this Jiao Shui Cao—the two looked at each other and immediately ran towards the palace.
Although the emperor Qinzheng got up early even though it was not a court meeting today, he agreed when he heard an official asked for an audience. When Huang Bucheng and Qi Hucao came to the palace, they saw a chubby official kneeling in front of the emperor, counting the things he had done in Wu.
He said impassionedly that he would go to Wei County to share the worries of His Majesty because of the achievements of the country's flood control. He only had one small request.
"Your Majesty, please allow me to choose a young man as my deputy. This young man has a somewhat special status, but I am willing to give him a chance -"
The emperor was a little curious when he heard this. Why did he need his consent to choose his deputy? What was so special about this young man's identity?
Over there, Huang Bucheng couldn't help but scolded him for being disrespectful to the emperor: "Jiao Shuicao, you are so shameless! You actually want to take credit -" As he rushed in, without saying any nonsense, he leaned over and saluted, and said solemnly,
"Your Majesty, I have a scholar who recommends me. He has great insights in water management."
The emperor was confused, a little surprised and confused: "Who is he?"
Qihu Cao also refused to miss this opportunity. He stepped forward and held up the ten essays he had cut out: "Your Majesty, this son's name is Zhang Yao. Please take a look at it——"
