The poetry anthology matter is easy to solve, which also makes Zhao Hong excited. This also indicates that his popularity among the ruling and opposition parties should be guaranteed.
But in the final analysis, his image is still that of a "romantic prince" despite his writing of books and poetry alone. If you want to have extraordinary "ambition", you should publish a book like "Selected Side Affairs" or "Collection of Side Affairs" about side affairs.
Easier said than done?
Without personal experience and experience on the battlefield, just relying on the memories of later generations is not enough to write a book, it is not convincing, and it is difficult to write a book.
Hu Mengyu, Yang Yi and others left. Zhao Hong was collecting poems on the table when the knock on the door rang again.
"Your Highness, the shopkeeper Yan from "Yan's Rice Shop" in Qingpingfang is here!"
The servant Xu Sheng's voice sounded, and he added quietly.
"She came in through the back door!"
Just now, Xu Liang and others entered through the main entrance. It can also be seen from this that Yan Chun has begun to become cautious in doing things.
"Let her in!"
Zhao Hong put down the manuscript and smiled slightly.
She always comes through the back door, and it’s during meal time, so this chick is extremely alert.
"Miss Yan, you don't have to go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. You came today, are you missing me again?"
Yan Chun came in, with bright eyes and cold eyes. Zhao Hong smiled slightly, with a very unbeatable expression.
Beautiful women, who also know how to dress well, always make people feel happy.
He quickly poured a cup of tea and placed it on the table respectfully.
"Please take a seat and enjoy your tea!"
"What a wonderful idea! Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. I brought Bai Suo and Ai Hu and gave them to your servants to hang them in the house to ward off evil spirits!"
Yan Chun glanced at Zhao Hong and said angrily.
Baisuo is a rope-like decoration made of various silk threads. During the Dragon Boat Festival, every household will hang it on the door. This custom is handed down from the Han Dynasty; Aihu is made of mugwort into the shape of a tiger, and Like a hundred ropes, hang it on the door to ward off evil spirits.
"Miss Yan, you are so kind to me, do you want me to pledge my life to you?"
Zhao Hong laughed and leaned back on the chair.
In fact, the imperial court had already rewarded many Dragon Boat Festival gifts, such as kudzu, fragrant radish, cattails, rice dumplings, etc., but he was too busy to take care of them.
"I don't dare! There are so many women around you. If I want to rob you, they can't kill me?"
Yan Chun said jokingly. She suddenly discovered that when she was with Zhao Hong, her words became much more casual and frivolous.
Those who are close to ink are black! He talks and behaves like a naughty bitch, which is not a good sign!
"There are so many women, but they always feel like they are missing something. If you were included, it would be perfect!"
Zhao Hong shook his head, his expression unflattering.
All in all, it seems that there is only one close friend of Zhou Xiuniang. But even Zhou Xiuniang is the "legacy" of his predecessor Zhao Hong, and he has no choice.
To be honest, he is really alone!
"You're talking nonsense again, you're not serious!"
Yan Chun shook his head and picked up the tea cup.
"Zhao Hong, what kind of books are you reading here? There is such a big pile, you can't just pretend to be a ghost, right?"
Seeing the books on Zhao Hong's desk, Yan Chun asked curiously.
"What are you pretending to be? This is called preparing for a rainy day!"
Zhao Hong pointed to the books and spoke seriously.
"The Tatars are powerful and ambitious. I am going to write a few articles about the Tatars, mainly about their tactics and strategies. It is also to make the people of the Song Dynasty prepare for danger and be alert, and not just think about the troubles all day long."
"Tartar?"
Yan Chun was startled, but he picked up the poem manuscript on the table.
"Is this what you said about Tatar? Can Xue Ninghui Leng Huaping... I am a melancholy guest in the world, Zhijun..."
Yan Chun's eyes turned red as she read, and she quickly changed to another song.
"The snow is heavy on the bamboo and the head is low, and it is as if it is wet with mud. Once the red sun rises, it is still level with the sky. Are you talking about yourself?"
Yan Chun watched one song after another with great interest.
"Zhao Hong, are you going to publish a collection of poems?"
Yan Chun put down the poem manuscript and looked at Zhao Hong with a change in his eyes, becoming warmer.
She is truly envious of those who are truly talented.
"Yes, this has just been finalized. When the poetry collection is printed, I will give you a copy."
Zhao Hong laughed loudly, picked up the books on the table again, and pretended to read them.
"Look, what are you looking at? You are a melancholy guest in this world. Stop pretending! What did you say just now? What are you going to write?"
Yan Chun took the book from Zhao Hong's hand dissatisfied and threw it on the table.
"That's right, I want to write a book about the Tatar army, so that all the people of the Song Dynasty can wake up and stop thinking about prostitution all day long!"
Zhao Hong said seriously.
"Tatar tiger and wolf nature, I guess you have some knowledge!"
Yan Chun got up excitedly.
"Then write quickly! Why are you waiting for Shi Miyuan to help you?"
This Zhao Hong was really beyond her expectation and an unexpected gain.
"I also need to find some soldiers who have fought against the Tatars and check with them before I can write."
Zhao Hong was slightly embarrassed.
When it comes to writing books and establishing narratives, he is still a layman and needs to settle down.
"Look for someone else! Some of my servants escaped from the north. They have fought against the Tatar army. They are definitely more effective than the person you are looking for!"
Yan Chun pointed to the pile of books on the table and waved his hand impatiently.
"Throw those things away quickly! They are of no use at all!"
These people in the Song Dynasty quoted scriptures one by one, and there were a lot of nerds who cleaned up useless things. The same goes for Zhao Hong.
"Really? That would be great!"
Zhao Hong was stunned for a moment, then became happy.
"Then ask them to come over another day and I will have a good talk with them. Thank you very much for this!"
It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.
With many friends, there are many paths, which indeed makes sense.
"You look like you're smiling like a bee!"
Yan Chun looked at Zhao Hongmei's smiling face with disdain and pointed outside.
"Why don't you choose another day? It's better to hit the sun! They are outside!"
Zhao Hong suddenly realized and shouted.
"Li Tang...Xu Sheng, please invite some of Shopkeeper Yan's servants to come in!"
With a smile on his face, Zhao Hong pointed to the tea cup on the table.
"Shopkeeper Yan, you drink tea first, it may take a while! This is good tea!"
"You have some conscience!"
Yan Chun drank the tea with satisfaction, then picked up the poem manuscript and read it.
"I've met the master! I've met His Highness!"
Two tough men came in, both in their thirties, with weathered faces.
"Zhang Zhang, Li Shuo, His Highness wants to ask about things in the Tatar army. Please answer truthfully!"
Yan Chun took the poem manuscript and pointed at Zhao Hong.
"Yes! Master!"
Zhang Kai and Li Shuo saluted Yan Chun respectfully.
"Then I'll bother you two more! As for me, I want to know some things about the Tatars' fighting methods and combat tactics."
Zhao Hong shook his head secretly. Zhang Kai and Li Shuo were both extremely majestic men. Judging from the way they were servile to Yan Chun, they seemed to be slaves.
"Your Highness is asking, we will tell you everything we know, and we will tell you everything!"
They open their fists and salute, keep their bodies straight, raise their heads and hold their chests high.
"Don't be nervous, relax."
Zhao Hong picked up a pen and paper and started asking questions one by one.
Zhao Hong asked carefully about the management of the army, the use of troops, and even whether there were medical officers and craftsmen accompanying the army.
After drinking several cups of tea, he was able to memorize two poems. When Yan Chun became impatient, Zhao Hong stopped asking questions and recording.
"Thank you both! I may need your help then. Thank you very much!"
Zhao Hong cupped his hands in salute and secretly rejoiced.
The knowledge gained today can be said to be very fruitful, and it can even be considered to be made into a manual and distributed to the military and local governments.
Although the Song army and the Mongolian army fought against each other, there were too few field battles after all. These two tough men must have fought many times with the Mongolian army, otherwise they would not be familiar with many details of the Tatar army, such as eating habits, specific combat tactics, etc.
Compared with the superficial talk that he himself knew, these two tough men were of great help!
"Master, Your Highness, if nothing happens, I will resign!"
Zhang Kai and Li Shuo saluted Yan Chun respectfully.
Yan Chun nodded, and the two tough men retreated.
"Miss Yan, you two servants are really tough men who have been on the battlefield! You really helped me a lot!"
"Aren't all the warriors on the battlefield such tough men?"
Having talked with Zhao Hong several times, Yan Chun was no longer surprised by Zhao Hong's strange speech and behavior.
"I want to take a look at when these articles of yours and this collection of poems will be printed!"
"I'll sort it out in the next few days, and I'll have to hire someone to polish it up. It'll probably take five or six days at the earliest."
Zhao Hong made an estimate and got an approximate time.
"That's a long way to go! Then hurry up! It's best to make it known to everyone!"
Yan Chun muttered, and then asked in confusion.
"Aren't you a master of poetry yourself? Why, you still want to ask outsiders to add fuel to your poetry?"
"A ruler is long and an inch is short. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses! If you can do everything, you wouldn't be a good person!"
Zhao Hong guiltily defended his shallow knowledge.
"What are you doing? It's convenient to write!"
Yan Chun picked up the pencil Zhao Hong was writing on and asked curiously.
"These are pencils. They are very convenient for writing and drawing. If you want them, I will give you a few."
Speaking of which, pencil manufacturing couldn’t be simpler.
At Zheng's Ironworks in Kuaiji Mountain, he asked Zheng to find a carpenter, mix graphite and clay, build an extruder, squeeze out the pen core, and then dry it. Once the two dry and separated semicircular pencil rods were glued together, they became original version of the pencil.
Zhao Hong introduced the pencil, and when he saw Yan Chun's slender, crystal-clear fingers, his heart skipped a beat.
"Thanks, I'm not interested in pencils."
The heat in Zhao Hong's eyes made Yan Chun panic and he quickly put down his pencil.
"Okay, that's almost it. I'm going back!"
Zhao Hong's eyes were blazing, making her suddenly uneasy.
"So fast? Why don't you stay for a meal?"
Zhao Hong put away his lustful eyes and laughed to cover up his gaffe.
"Forget it! When your women come back later, it's time to get jealous again!"
Yan Chun stood up and was about to turn around and leave.
"You are not my new love, why are they jealous?"
Zhao Hong hurried over and opened the door in a gentlemanly manner.
"New love, walk slowly!"
"No ivory comes out of a dog's mouth! Let's go!"
Yan Chun's face flushed, he said angrily and walked out in a hurry.
The two tough men followed closely behind with dark faces.
Zhao Hong watched Yan Chun leave from the back door, and then confessed to Xu Sheng.
"Xu Sheng, go and ask the Imperial Academy's Shangshe Sheng Jiang Wanli. I have something important to do and ask him to come tomorrow!"
"In addition, you should go to Chen's Bookstore again and ask the shopkeeper Chen Qi to come over tomorrow to discuss anything."
In my impression, Jiang Wanli is a good person, knowledgeable and stable, and seems to be qualified for the "polishing" job.
Chen Qi, the shopkeeper of Lin'an City's largest bookstore, Chen Qi, had a relationship with him, so it was the perfect choice for publishing a tabloid.
Turning his eyes to the paper full of writing, Zhao Hong frowned slightly.
It seems that this book about the strategy, tactics, and military tactics of the Mongolian army should have a name.
Tatar policy!
This seems like a good choice.
