'My dear uncle, I am your most beloved nephew Zhi. I have not seen you for half a year since we parted ways one year ago. Are you still in good health?
I miss you so much in the days without you. It is already late at night and I can't sleep, so I just got up and wrote you a letter to express my thoughts about you. '
Writing this, Wang Zhi picked up a pot of herbal tea from the desk, poured two drops on it, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Then he raised his pen and lowered his head to continue writing...
'I was passing through the city today and saw groups of homeless people. They were all ragged, there were frozen bones on the road, and there were countless prostitutes and girls. I thought about how my uncle always taught me to be kind, so I wanted to help some of them. I am accumulating blessings, but I have nothing to offer, and I have the intention to do good, but I am unable to help others. '
'My uncle once taught me that it is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish, so I thought of setting up a workshop outside the city to make them self-sufficient. My uncle could join me and several people who are good at fortification, iron smelting, porcelain making, and clothing making. The equipment has a certain amount of gold and silver. If it can survive, the uncle's merits will be immeasurable. '
After writing this, Wang Zhi stopped writing and scratched his head. He always felt that it was still dry and unconvincing. How could he convince his uncle to provide people and money?
Wang Zhi thought and suddenly his eyes lit up, he couldn't help grinning, and then wrote: "My father's heart is hard, not as far as my uncle. Every time I think about this pain, I can't always be by my uncle's side. I listen to my uncle's teachings. This world is good to me." Only my uncle is the only one. After this matter is over, I will return to my hometown to serve my uncle. I hope that my uncle will take care of himself and not work too hard. My nephew. '
After finishing writing, Wang Zhi nodded with satisfaction, that's right. I remember that my uncle often asked himself, 'Who is better, father or uncle? '
As long as he said "uncle is good", he would get whatever he wanted. At that time, Xiao Wangzhi knew a truth: there were all kinds of reasons, but none of them was real.
Looking back on the past with his uncle, Wang Zhi really missed it. This uncle of his own had fallen off a horse and injured his body when he was young. He had never married. He asked the other party's family to withdraw, and he stayed alone for more than sixty years, not wanting to implicate anyone.
Originally, when Wang Zhi was born, Wang Zhen planned to adopt him as his brother's son, but his wife Zhong was reluctant to let him go. Seeing that his younger son was smart and clever, Wang Zhen later became reluctant to let him go, so he said he would adopt him when he had a third son. There had been no movement in Wang's belly for several years, but finally there was movement. When she was born, she was still a girl. Later, Wang Zhen was on the march and fighting and rarely returned home, so the adoption came to nothing.
Uncle Wang Dan has never asked for anything. He has always treated Wang Zhi as his biological son and given him whatever he asked for. If there is anyone in the world who is the best to him and can give up everything about himself, including the good of life, then no It must be your biological parents, but it must be your uncle,
Now that this is over, it’s better to go back to your hometown and see your uncle. After all, he is old and has no descendants to take care of him. Alas...
With this in mind, Wang Zhi sealed the letter and sent it back to Langya County, Jingdong tomorrow.
…
It is near the Qingming Festival, and it has been drizzling for several days. Looking at Bianjing City from a distance, it adds a hazy and quiet beauty. If you look closely, there is a palace in the northeast of Bianjing City, with a circumference of six or seven miles, and a hillside It belongs to Lianfu, facing each other from east to west, from front to back, with mountains on the left and water on the right, along the stream and near Long, continuous and full, swallowing mountains and embracing valleys. Its scale is not much smaller than the Song Dynasty Palace in the city, but its exquisiteness is more I don’t know how good it is. If Chen Xiucai came here, he would definitely sigh: This scene only exists in the sky, so how many times can he see it in the world.
This is the Huayang Palace, also known as Genyue, which was built by the officials of the Song Dynasty in six years and tens of thousands of dollars.
Li Yan, the chief eunuch in charge of the palace, walked with small steps among the strange flowers and stones, pavilions and pavilions, as if he was in an ink painting. However, he had no intention of viewing it now. After passing by and asking about the small yellow gates, he went straight there. Take the Jiangxiao Tower facing north and south.
After entering Jiangxiao Tower, Li Yan stepped lightly up to the third floor. When he saw the middle-aged man in blue robe facing the window, he wanted to go forward and say something, but was stopped by the small yellow door standing on the side, pointing at the middle-aged man. There was an unfinished painting on the desk in front of the young man. When Li Yan saw it, he immediately stopped and waited quietly without disturbing it.
The middle-aged man in Taoist robes held a paintbrush in his hand and looked quietly out the window at the misty rain. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he still didn't start writing.
"well……"
In the end, the middle-aged man in Taoist robes let out a long sigh, put down his pen helplessly, and murmured to himself: "I can't draw, I still can't draw, the difference is too much, the difference is too much..."
When he turned around and saw the eunuch in charge standing next to him, he couldn't help but be startled and asked: "Li Yan? When did you come here? Is there anything wrong?"
"Guan family, this morning the Imperial Academy offered wine to Qi Chongli and submitted a letter. The students of Yan Tai wanted to petition the imperial court to adopt the new learning method to recruit scholars, but they were blocked by Qi Jijiu. However, the momentum of the new learning is getting stronger. The official family Don’t ignore it.”
As he spoke, Li Yan took out a document from his sleeve and handed it over: "This is before and after the new school. The official family has not returned to the palace for several days. I wonder if they have heard about it."
If Li Yan hadn't called him "official", who would have thought that the man in Taoist robes in front of him with a Confucian atmosphere is the current emperor of the Song Dynasty, the official of Zhao Song Dynasty, the self-proclaimed "Taojun Emperor", the person who controls the wealth, life and death of all the people in the Song Dynasty. -Zhao Ji.
"New learning?"
Zhao Ji raised his eyebrows. He had really never heard of this matter. Since the completion of Gen Yue this month, he had been enjoying himself in the mountains and rivers and had not seen any foreign ministers, so he had never heard of this matter.
Taking the document from Li Yan's hand, Zhao Ji read it through the window light.
"Does studying things lead to knowledge..."
Zhao Ji frowned slightly as he looked at the document, then relaxed it again. He frowned again somewhere he didn't know, and then relaxed it again. After repeating this for an unknown number of times, he suddenly laughed and said, "What a poem, what a poem!"
"I was born as a hero, and died as a ghost. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River..."
"It's really a good poem. Is this poem really written by my uneducated and dandy nephew Wang Zhi?" Zhao Ji asked Li Yan who was looking to the side, looking a little unconvinced.
"If you go back to the official house, it is indeed Wang Zhi's work." Li Yan confirmed.
"Okay! Haha... okay!" Zhao Ji stroked his beard and laughed.
Wang Zhi is the nephew of the late Empress Wang, and naturally he is also the nephew of Zhao Ji. It is normal for him to call Wang Zhi this way. If he knew, the good poem he was talking about was actually the original history of Li Qingzhao mocking him as the emperor of the Song Dynasty for his cowardice. Incompetent, blindly hiding and timid, only knowing how to run away, not knowing how to feel.
Zhao Ji admired it for a moment and then asked, "Have the two governments read this document? What did they say?"
"The idea that the two governments are mutually beneficial to each other means that there are merits and desirability in it, and it all depends on the Holy Judgment."
"Um……"
Zhao Ji pondered for a moment and then asked, "What do you think?"
This Li Yan was originally a young eunuch who was born in Shiyeting. He was smart and capable, good at amassing money, and he flattered his superiors and bullied his subordinates. He took over the position after the death of Yang Jian, the general manager of the palace, plundered the fields, amassed money wantonly, and harmed countless good people. Now this Zhao Huan said that most of the people in Jingdong, Hebei and other places revolted and rebelled, and most of them were forced by this person.
It was also the people's wealth and anointing collected that put a lot of effort into the construction of Genyue. This talent was so trusted by Zhao Ji that he would discuss everything with him and listen to his opinions.
Li Yan did not hesitate when he heard this, and said solemnly: "Officials should not underestimate this new learning. If we wait until it becomes powerful, we may be in danger."
Zhao Ji looked stunned and asked, "How do you say this? I think some of these statements are very suitable to my liking."
"For example, the investigation of things to achieve knowledge seems a bit treacherous at first, but after thinking about it, it is true. Now some ministers in this court can only talk about state affairs and boast, but when they go down to the local government to do things, they have no way to start, and they are confused. Frequent."
"There are also these memorials nowadays. It can be clearly explained in one or two sentences. Each of them is so full that it is like a big book. It has nothing to say and a lot of nonsense. The people who read it are sleepy. If everyone can be concise and to the point. , then it will be much easier to handle this political matter."
"It's great to have this concept of educating all people. If everyone in the Song Dynasty can read and understand reason, why worry about the prosperity of the country?"
"By the way, there is also the theory of eclipses of the sun and moon, earthquakes, and overflowing seas. If it can be recognized by Shilin, there is no need for me to take the blame and write the self-incriminating edict."
The more Zhao Ji saw this new study, the more satisfied he became. He was also extremely satisfied with his nephew, whom he had never met several times.
"Officials, these ideas are indeed good, but this is even more harmful!"
Facing Zhao Ji's questioning gaze, Li Yan did not dare to hesitate and continued: "This new teaching promotes the theory that there are no ghosts and gods, and it is said that everyone evolved from animals. Doesn't that mean that the emperor's holy body is also the same as mine? Are all base bodies the same?"
"Since ancient times, the heaven and earth have been orderly, with emperors, relatives, teachers, superiors and inferiors. There are distinct classes of scholars, peasants, and merchants. Agricultural banks are engaged in agriculture, merchants are engaged in commerce, and scholars study. Everyone is engaged in their duties and keeps their own rules. Only then can the world be peaceful. If there is no distinction between respect and respect among people, If you are humble and don't distinguish between high and low, how can the country's system be stable? If rituals and music collapse, then the world will be in chaos."
Zhao Ji pondered after hearing this. He admitted that he was indeed a bit idealistic just now, and was attracted by Wang Zhi's good poem, so he didn't think so much. After calming down like this, he was actually a little scared after thinking about it carefully.
It can be said that he was so satisfied just now, but now he is so angry. He couldn't help but ask: "The new learning is so harmful, why can't people in the two houses see it?"
"My officials, it's not that they can't see it, it's not that they don't want to suppress it, it's that they don't want to offend anyone!"
Li Yan said earnestly: "They are high-ranking officials of the imperial court. It is good that they need to stabilize the imperial status, but they are also scholars!"
"There is no scholar who doesn't want to leave his name in history. Nowadays, every article he writes is for the sake of the people of the world. Who dares to come forward to suppress it, isn't it afraid of being punished by the world's people and criticized by future generations? "
"Oh, they don't want to be this evil person, so they let me do it?"
"Let me be this ignorant king who will be reviled by future generations, while they sit back and enjoy the benefits?"
Zhao Ji threw the document to the ground, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.
After going back and forth several times, he suddenly told the little Huangmen on the side: "Go and call Gao Qiu over."
Someone has to take the blame. If the ministers of the two governments don't take the blame, and he, Zhao Ji, doesn't want to take the blame, then naturally it has to be Gao Qiu.
