Zhao Jie came to his mother while kneeling, wiped his tears and said to her: "Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness. Mr. Fan is above, you dare to serve the country and the people first for the world. Feelings are passed down from generation to generation, which is a role model for generations! Thanks for teaching, my Zhao family also has such feelings. Burn yourself to give warmth and leave light to shine in the world."
At this point, he beat his chest and stamped his feet, burst into tears, and looked crazy. Then he saluted his mother and said: "Mother, although Lang Jun's poem seems straightforward, to a certain extent, it is consistent with Fan Gong's famous sentences have different meanings but the same purpose. Mistress, I hope the Zhao family will be revitalized, woo woo, woo woo."
Mother also recited these two sentences again, suddenly pushed Zhao Ping and said sternly: "Kneel down, you still haven't thanked Mr. Fan."
Zhao Ping had no choice but to kneel down immediately, imitating Zhao Jie, lying on all fours on the ground, looking at the sky, and then kowtowed three times, saying: "Thank you, Mr. Fan, thank you, Mr. Fan."
Regarding literati, Zhao Ping admires Fan Zhongyan, Wang Anshi, and Wen Tianxiang the most. They are truly pure gentlemen who dare to be the first in the world, have the courage to reform, and are not afraid of sacrifice. They are also his role models in life.
As for military generals, Zhao Ping's favorites were Yue Fei, Meng Gong, and Di Qing. They served the country with loyalty and killed the Hu people with fear at every step.
While kowtowing, he never imagined that the poem he originally wrote for a coal advertisement would actually make the housekeeper respond, unknowingly hitting the soft spot in the heart of the poets and writers of the Song Dynasty.
It turns out that although Zhao Jie failed the examination due to family reasons and could only be regarded as half a poet and calligrapher, he still regarded himself as a poet and calligrapher in his heart. Naturally, he had the sentiments of a scholar who cultivates his family, governs his country and brings peace to the world.
Zhao Ping secretly guessed that it was this kind of succession of literati in the Song Dynasty that created this great Han civilization that was ahead of other civilizations in this era.
After Zhao Ping got up from the ground, he stared at Xie Chen with a serious expression and said in a deep voice: "I know that you escaped from the Hu people. Do you want to kill the Hu people?"
When mentioning the Hu people, Xie Chen's tiger eyes were red and filled with tears. He gritted his teeth and said: "The Hu people are silver, a villain's wife, hurt the villain's body, deduct the villain's salary, the villain can't wait to peel his skin and eat his flesh, I don't know the gentleman. Is there any way to help the villain take revenge?"
Zhao Ping felt the same and said: "The fairy coke I want you to study now is a sharp weapon for steelmaking. The steel made through the coke does not need to be beaten, and it is extremely sharp. After you have the fairy coke to make steel, the soldiers will naturally help you kill Hu. Man, take revenge.”
Xie Chen knelt down solemnly, saluted Zhao Ping and said in a deep voice: "Jiao Tan is so important. In order to kill all the barbarians in the world, I have been working day and night without rest, trying to come up with the technology of Immortal Jiao Tan as soon as possible."
Zhao Ping suddenly thought that if he suddenly opened such a large stall, would his capital chain be broken?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head. Apart from immortal coke, soy sauce, and vinegar, the rest of his projects were quick-acting, so there shouldn't be any problems.
At this time, there was suddenly a loud noise outside.
Zhao Ping looked at Zhao Jie leading dozens of people in shabby clothes. These people were both men and women, old and young. They were all skinny, with disheveled faces and humble expressions. He looked at Zhao Ping, his eyes A look of fear but hope.
Zhao Ping and Zhao Jie looked at Zhao Ping for a few times, hesitated for a while and then said: "Little man, the price of food has risen sharply. They have not eaten for several days and sold themselves in tears. The old slave made the decision without authorization. They bought them all. Do you want me to punish the old slave for his misdeeds?"
Zhao Ping looked at these dozens of pairs of expectant eyes and said with a smile: "There is no reason for punishment. Now the workshop is short of people, and you are just the right one. Whatever they want to do, you can arrange it."
Zhao Jie looked back at these people and said loudly: "I haven't met Xiao Langjun yet. I told you that Xiao Langjun is a good person. Not only is he a disciple of the gods, but he also has a compassionate heart."
Dozens of men, women, and children knelt down together and said excitedly: "Thank you, Mr. Young Master, and thank you, the housekeeper. You are our reborn parents. You are so kind and compassionate that we will never forget it."
Several old people in their early fifties even cried with excitement. They thought Zhao Ping didn't want them, but they didn't expect that they all wanted them.
Zhao Ping held his hands up, glanced at everyone, and then said: "There is no need to see anyone outside, from now on we will be the same people who eat from the same pot. Uncle, Weng, you give them two sets of clothes, take a bath, and then build some houses." , let’s stay here temporarily.”
Zhao Ping saw them cutting down trees and bamboos one after another, and some mixed them with mud. When building, they used trees as joints, bamboo as meat, and mud as skin. It was faster, but it was not strong and safe, and it was easy to catch fire. , I have to think of a way.
Zhao Ping thought for a while, it was time to get out the cement. So many people would definitely need a large number of houses. Only cement is both strong and safe.
But this has to be explored slowly.
Zhao Ping also saw some people tickling their bodies while working, and he immediately felt that there must be something wrong with these people.
The doctor called by Zhao Jie couldn't help but be shocked when he saw it, and blurted out: "They have skin diseases, and they are contagious. They must be isolated and treated as soon as possible."
Zhao Jie couldn't help but look downcast and said: "Xiao Langjun, when I saw these people were about to starve to death, my heart softened and I took them back. I didn't expect that they had skin diseases and could infect others."
When these people heard Zhao Jie's words, they were afraid that Zhao Ping would not want them. They knelt on the ground one after another, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and said: "Little man, we just have a small illness. Please give me a bite of food. We will live in the next life." Be a cow or a horse in return.”
Zhao Ping said to Zhao Jie: "Uncle and Weng brought them together."
Zhao Jie was shocked, looked at these people with expectant faces, and then said: "Xiao Langjun, what are you..."
Zhao Ping knew that he did not dare to say a few words that he did not want them.
Hearing these words, these people couldn't help but burst into tears.
Zhao Ping said hurriedly: "It's not that I don't want you, but I'm afraid that you will infect others. I will only go to the workshop to work after you have been treated."
These people suddenly became quiet, but their eyes were still suspicious. Based on their experience, Zhao Ping gathered them together and then expelled them as a prelude.
Zhao Ping knew what they were thinking, and the more he explained, the more unclear he became, so he said to Zhao Jie: "Hurry up and send someone to buy sulfur and astragalus. This must be done quickly, it will be useful in treating them."
