(sixteen)
If Ye'er wants to use her feet to measure this land, she can't just be a scholar with no power to tie a chicken.
In particular, the turbulence of mountains and rivers will come at no time.
By that time, she may have died long ago and become a pile of loess. The raging smoke and iron hooves of war will at best flatten her grave.
But Sister Zhao and Hao'er are in their forties.
What she can do is do her best to help those around her to protect themselves.
It's not that she hasn't thought about saving the fragmented Chinese territory.
But she also knew that it was still difficult for the Northern Song Dynasty royal court to maintain its current territory.
Over the years, news about Beibian'er has come from time to time. More than once, she signaled her traveling merchants to tell the officials in Bianliang City that Beibian'er was well prepared and might have intentions of conquest.
It's a pity that nothing has happened.
The Song Dynasty, which seemed to be full of flowers and prosperous in commerce, had redundant officials, redundant soldiers, poverty and weakness, and the capricious attitude of those in power towards the reform, which made the Song Dynasty more like a raging fire cooking oil, showing that it was at the end of the road.
Not to mention her, even the officials who received salaries in the imperial court and the officials who occupied the throne were helpless.
"Sister Zhao, tell Hao'er that a great scholar can be both civilized and military."
"Literature can educate all people in prosperous times and inherit classics, and it can also awaken the world with pen as a weapon in troubled times."
"But the premise is that you have to live."
"The more you practice, the easier your life will be."
Sunge sighed, everything was fine with Hao'er. The only shortcoming was that she was more or less affected by the prevailing culture of emphasizing culture over martial arts.
The words of the classmates and masters around her, and even the most popular mountain stories in the world, all left the mark of crude martial arts in Er'er's heart.
In those stories that have almost flowed into thousands of households, the daughter-in-law would rather marry a poor scholar with nothing for life than marry a hard-blooded soldier on the battlefield.
In the story, the scholar has red lips and white teeth, good-looking eyebrows, and is polite. Even his washed and worn-out clothes exude a fresh fragrance.
And what about those soldiers?
The ferocious spirit kills people like hemp, with a green face and fangs.
Stories originate from reality.
Therefore, the Huabenzi culture, which was flourishing for a while, was consciously catering to the current people's hearts.
They value scholars and despise warriors.
It is said that one can conquer the world on horseback, but one cannot rule the world on horseback. But if there is no fighting on horseback on the battlefield, how can one defend the world where countless blood has been shed.
If the generals on the battlefield are useless, why does Zhao Kuangyin, who is wearing a yellow robe, drink wine non-stop to release his military power?
Whether it was due to fear or good intentions at the time, after more than a hundred years of deliberate guidance by the superiors, the trend of emphasizing culture over martial arts has become deeply rooted in the Song Dynasty.
Seeing the undisguised worry on his mother's face, Li Qingzhao felt uneasy.
She always felt that her mother-in-law could think things that ordinary people could not think of, take precautions and be far-sighted.
Troubled times?
Will the prosperous and splendid Bianliang City, where singing and dancing bring peace, will also encounter war?
"Auntie, I will supervise Hao'er." Li Qingzhao nodded firmly.
Seeing that Sun Ge was slightly sleepy, Li Qingzhao got up and left to find Li Hao.
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The next few days passed in an orderly and leisurely manner.
Aunt Ning took care of all the household affairs, and the servants in the house did not dare to speak sarcastically.
Sunge walked the streets of Bianliang looking for business opportunities.
She wants a lot of money, and then gain popularity among the people and have the right to speak.
Li Qingzhao taught Li Hao martial arts in person while taking advantage of the break to read poems.
"Reading the Stele Ode to Zhongxing"
This seven-character poem written by Zhang Lei has been recited repeatedly by her over the past few days.
"After a hundred years of waste, I sigh with regret. The few children who lived there are still here today. Without you, the water is desolate and abandoned. From time to time, tourists will build monuments and sell them."
Li Qingzhao frowned, and the words in front of him floated into his mind, closely intertwined with what his mother had said that day.
He picked up his pen and wrote, "Fifty years of work are like sweeping away the flowers of Huaqing and Xianyang grass."
"The five squares are dedicated to fighting cocks, and they don't know how to grow old amidst the heaps of wine and meat."
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"The Xia and Shang Dynasties have learned a lesson and should be careful. The history of simple policies is still there today."
"It's so sad how time has passed. The heart of a traitor is as ugly as a cliff."
This was the first time that Li Qingzhao faced the rolling undercurrents of the prosperous Northern Song Dynasty.
I think back then, Emperor Tang Ming also single-handedly created the prosperous Kaiyuan era, but in the end all his achievements were wiped out. The Anshi Rebellion occurred in the Tang Dynasty, and the Tang Dynasty army was completely defeated.
Are there really no warnings for the coming of troubled times?
No, there is.
When those in high positions indulge in licentiousness, rape nefarious and virtuous ministers, and use the people's power to satisfy their own desires, the outcome of defeat is already predetermined.
Judging from the past and the present, we can know the rise and fall.
Isn't this the case in the Northern Song Dynasty today?
The king is mediocre and inactive, the ministers and parties collude with each other, and there are foreign enemies eyeing them, but on the other hand, everything is full of flowers.
Isn't this scene very similar to the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty before the Anshi Rebellion?
No wonder Aniang is so worried about the general trend of the world.
Li Qingzhao finished in one breath, and the blood surging in his chest seemed to be uncontrollable.
When the pen is written, the poem is completed.
She had never written poetry like this before.
It turns out that her poems can not only record the scenery and beautiful mountains and rivers of her childhood, but also remind the world.
As A Niang said, literature can educate all people and inherit classics in prosperous times, and it can also awaken the world with pen as a weapon in troubled times.
This is the meaning.
Li Hao, who was walking forward, quietly moved over and saw the long poem written on the paper.
Every word, Li Hao was shocked.
His expression gradually became serious.
Is the eldest sister using the past to mock the present?
He has always known about his eldest sister's talents and her grand vision.
It can be said that the eldest sister is the person in the world who looks most like her and admires her the most.
Yes, it is worship.
In the heart of the eldest sister, my mother-in-law is as tall as a mountain, and no one can compare with her.
Li Hao recalled the long poem, and the dissatisfaction in his heart dissipated little by little.
He can also practice martial arts.
Even if his words cannot awaken the world like weapons, he can still help the weak if there are troubled times.
With the example of his grandmother and eldest sister, he knew how to proceed on his path.
"Sister, I know I was wrong."
Li Hao wiped the sweat from his forehead with a determined look.
At this moment, Li Gefei, who was sent on official business by the government, finally returned home.
I didn't have time to reminisce about the past, so I saw Li Qingzhao's long poem that had not yet been collected. I was as shocked as Li Hao.
Although he had been mentally prepared for the fact that her step-wife came from a scholarly family and was full of poetry and calligraphy, the children raised by her would definitely be good, but he did not expect it to be so shocking.
To have such a deep concern for the country at such a young age is a great talent.
"Very good!"
"Very good!"
Li Gefei, who was tired of life, stroked the beard on his chin and couldn't help but admire it.
"If I turn out to be a man according to my sister's son, I will definitely make great achievements in this life and be famous in history."
