Chapter 522: I don’t have the strength to convince the great sages.

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"What Mao Yue said is true. If no rescue and protection is carried out, those classics will either be submerged under water or eroded by dust. They will disappear in a short time, and future generations will not be able to see their appearance." Gongsun Bai followed. Tang Jian added. "In the past year, Prince Teng has not thrown anyone into the water. He is gentle, courteous and persuasive to others."

As for others throwing people into the water, what does that have to do with King Teng? The water in the canal is still quite clear, and the various aquatic plants in the water are still quite soft. The fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs in the aquatic plants do not mind polluting the water quality. What shame do they have to try to challenge King Teng?

Li Shimin, who was covering his face, was shocked by Gongsun Bai's words and decided to continue covering his face and pretending to sleep. It's not that the people around him are moral models. When discussing political affairs, he has heard even more outrageous things more than three or five times. The time span referred to here is only one day.

But Gongsun Bai is different. He has always disdained to get involved in those "bad" things that confuse right and wrong by saying that a deer is a horse, a turtle is a turtle, and he is even more lazy to fight for the trivial things like three melons, two dates, five worries, four or six animals, and prosperity. Interests are truly transcendent, absorbing the wind, drinking the dew, eating the clouds, and eating the breath, just waiting for one day to ascend to immortality.

It's true that Shuzi recently threw people into the river, but that's not because he really changed his mind and made it his mission to be a good king, but because someone volunteered to help him. That person is not easy to deal with, just because of that stupid goose His name is Changsun Jiaqing.

"Your Majesty, Yuan Ruren has sent us an eight-color tea snack platter, an eight-color braised food platter, and a twelve-color mixed fruit platter." Zhang Anan walked over softly and softly reported. Whether it is the Imperial Food Bureau or the Shangshi Bureau, there is no shortage of top chefs, not to mention some aristocratic families that have been passed down for hundreds of years. Their recipes are not just recipes, but also have the weight of history.

However, none of them could match the ingenuity of Yuan Ruren. New recipes appeared from time to time, and new ingredients were transported back to the Tang Dynasty from all directions. They really fulfilled the one hundred and eight dishes that King Teng said back then. , not to mention there are 360 ​​side dishes. Your Majesty will eat it every day while drinking water, and it will not be the same for at least three months.

If Emperor Yang of the previous dynasty had known what Chang'an was like at this time, he would have screamed in the sky and then grabbed the ground with his head, loudly asking God Haotian how unfair he was and why the harem was filled with beauties. He would have become a beacon drama. Princes? Why did he become a foolish king like Jie and Zhou just because he was dredging the canal to reach Yangzhou? Why did he risk his life just because he was conquering Goguryeo?

Li Shimin subconsciously reached out and touched his lower abdomen. This was another reason why he had to leave Yangzhou early. Mudan's cooking skills were so exquisite. Her dishes, tea, snacks, color, fragrance and flavor were all of the highest quality, which made him drink more without realizing it. Eat a lot, but you can't gain any more weight... Turning around to look for the half-moon figure of Changsun Wuji, you will feel much more at ease with him by your side.

"Situ is choosing tea in the hall." Zhang Ananda whispered thoughtfully.

Li Shimin: "..."

"Your Majesty, the pine nuts used this time were obtained near the Jinyang Strait. The rosin is clearer and longer, and it is more suitable for the freshly ground flour shipped from Suiye City." Tang Jian heard Changsun Wuji choosing tea, He silently curled his lips and explained in a warm voice. "The wheat irrigation there comes from river water flowing down from the melted snow-capped mountains. The aroma of the wheat is more fragrant than that of the wheat in the Hetao area."

It turned out that the wheat production there was difficult to feed the local people, but it could not withstand Sun Simiao in the Tang Dynasty. Sun Simiao took his apprentices and Zhang Guo's apprentices around for three months, leaving five or six people behind to direct the garrison and local people to repair the canals, and the output more than tripled.

Blessings are immeasurable and the merits are immeasurable.

Fang Xuanling, who had already read half of the bamboo slips, raised his head, looked at Gongsun Bai in confusion and surprise, and asked: "This...is this the fourteenth chapter of Captain Yin from the early Han Dynasty?"

Farmers in the early Han Dynasty have not yet been completely lost in the long river of history. Even if the fourteen chapters of Yin Duwei's Book are not the last, they are one of the few works passed down from generation to generation by farmers in the early Han Dynasty. After hundreds of families were deposed, farmers completely withdrew. The arena of power. This book covers the art of growing melons, mustards, sunflowers, polygonums, scallions, green onions and many other fruits and vegetables. It is the best book in explaining why the family uncle Fang Renyu was proficient in growing trees. But... this book has long been lost. The content quoted in Qi Min Yaoshu has long been agreed upon by all the sages of Confucian classics: selling dog meat with sheep's heads is just a way to gain fame.

In fact, there has always been a saying circulating in the dark, just because

His raccoon slave was naughty and knocked down a copper lamp while jumping around, causing some books to be burned, leaving only the titles of the books in circulation. There is another theory that is even more outrageous. Just because Jia Qimin insisted on the principle of not recording business affairs, a certain businessman left angrily. He sent someone to sprinkle castor oil and throw flint in his study at night... until he discovered it. , the fire has become so fierce that it is impossible to save it.

"Fang Xiang is indeed knowledgeable. No wonder Fang, the governor, was able to follow the weather and take advantage of the land. He used less effort and more success in planting trees." Yang Shidao had recovered from the "shock" of the rescue protection and spoke before Gongsun Bai. quipped.

No matter what the truth is, Gongsun Bai followed the coffin and concluded that it was rescue protection, that is, rescue protection. Once these classics pass through Fang Xuanling's hands, they are no longer the classics saved through rescue protection, but The farmhouse classics passed down from generation to generation by the Fang family in Qinghe include classics that tell the way back.

When it comes to gaining fame, the people in Yunhe Mansion are more professional in issuing orders. Except for them and a few people here, no one will know the true origin of the Fang family's classics. Those great sages and aristocratic families will continue to help the Fang family's reputation. As long as Fang Renyu continues to plant trees and Fang Yiai continues to mine, the Fang family's reputation will become higher and higher.

The Tao Te Ching says: Misfortunes lie on the back of blessings, and blessings lie on the backs of misfortunes. Who knows the extreme? He also said: This is why the sage is square but not cutting, honest but not prudent, straight but not unbridled, bright but not dazzling. Fang Xuanling can be called a contemporary saint.

"This kind of erudition is given to you, do you want it?" Fang Xuanling rolled his eyes for a rare moment, and said sincerely to Yang Shidao. "I can declare to the outside world that the Fang family does not have any classics, but the reason why I have not disclosed the copies of the classics is because the classics were originally in the Guande House of the Yang family in Hongnong. Without the permission of my master, I can only keep silent."

Who doesn't understand that the so-called classics are just orders issued by Prince Teng and the five Yunhe Mansion, to make the farmer famous in disguise? The books have been in their hands for who knows how many years, and some of them have even been kept in the scripture library in Shushan. Even if it's not the Fang family, it will be the Yang family, the Cui family, the Lu family, or the Changsun family. It just depends on which family can use it more easily.

He had a deep suspicion that when King Teng asked his clan uncle to go to Yazhou, he might have already been making plans, but he had no evidence.

Yang Shidao waved his hands repeatedly and refused more sincerely: "A certain family's Yuzhi has only scratched the surface, and is far inferior to your family's Yiai. Even if I want to help you, I don't have the strength to convince the great sages!"

Li Shimin: "..."