Inside the Manna Hall.
Li Er and his wife both stared at Li Zexuan eagerly, because Li Zexuan had just talked about an issue that they were both concerned about, that is, the problem of poor people getting cold in winter.
In fact, in all the dynasties before the Tang Dynasty, no matter which dynasty, many people would freeze to death every year! In an era when cotton was not yet grown on a large scale, the price that people had to pay if they wanted to wear warm clothes was too high!
"Your Majesty, I want to set up a public welfare organization specifically to help poor people!"
Li Zexuan cupped his hands and expressed the thoughts he had been brewing in his heart these days.
"Public welfare organization? Marquis Yong'an, what is public welfare?"
Queen Changsun said suspiciously after hearing this.
Li Er also looked at Li Zexuan with a curious look on his face, wondering why this kid kept popping up new words in his mouth? Could this be what he learned from that dream?
"Hui, the so-called public welfare refers to the welfare and interests of all the people of the Tang Dynasty. I established this public welfare organization mainly to call on the wealthy people to donate money, and then I will use the money to help the poor. By then, everyone After receiving a donation of money, I will donate four coal stoves and 200 pieces of briquettes to four poor families! My workshop can make no money, so I think it is for the people of the Tang Dynasty. Do something good!”
Li Er looked surprised and said, "This is for no reason. How could you be so kind-hearted all of a sudden?"
Li Zexuan sighed. In order to make Lao Li believe him, he could only pretend to sigh deeply and said:
"Your Majesty, many people are very poor! I feel heartbroken after reading this! I remember I read a poem two days ago and was deeply moved by it. I wonder if Your Majesty and the Queen are willing to listen to it?"
Li Er became even more suspicious, "Poem? What poem? Read it and listen to it!"
Empress Changsun's face also showed an expression of interest.
When Li Zexuan saw that the heat had arrived, he stopped trying to keep it secret and said slowly: "This poem is said to have been written by a gentleman from a village outside the city. The old gentleman passed away two months ago and left behind this posthumous work. I happened to see this tall, seven-foot-tall man, and I couldn't help but cry after watching it."
"Let's get to the point~!"
Li Zexuan began to make up a nihilistic but reasonable protagonist for the story, but Li Er seemed a little impatient. He said with a dark face and a bad temper.
Li Zexuan quickly got to the point and read in a deep voice:
"Ahem! This poem is written like this: "The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up the triple thatch on my house. Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it in the suburbs... He carried it into the bamboos openly, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed... The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked... Loss of sleep and lack of sleep, how can one get wet all night long? There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy! Unmoved by wind and rain, it is as peaceful as a mountain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death! ! ! ""
Du Fu's "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind", which was also a must-memorize Chinese classic in middle school, was recited affectionately by Li Zexuan in this scene. A picture of a house leaking on an autumn night, the wind and rain blowing, the quilt is like iron, the baby lying in bed, soaked in moisture all night, and unable to sleep, suddenly appeared in the minds of Li Er and Queen Changsun!
But the poems of the great poet are not that simple. Showing the misery of one's life is only superficial, and the deeper meaning is in the second half. The last few lines of the poem change the style of painting, and recreate another life for Li Er and Empress Changsun. Difficulty, but still the image of a rickety old man who is concerned about the country and the people! The sharp contrast between the front and back makes this image particularly vivid, and it simply pierces the depths of people's souls!
Empress Changsun covered her mouth, her eye circles were a little red, and she was heard muttering in a low voice: "The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and Jiao'er has been lying in bed so hard... For thousands of years, the poor people in the world are all happy! Marquis Yong'an, did you just say that the old man who wrote this poem has passed away?"
Li Zexuan bowed and said: "According to the news I received, the old gentleman is indeed no longer alive. He seems to have frozen to death!"
(But this guy is secretly muttering in his heart: Poet Sage Du, don’t blame the younger generation for stealing your poems. I am doing this to realize your dream of “protecting the poor people in the world and making them happy”!)
"Ah~?"
Empress Changsun, who has always been graceful, strong, virtuous and generous, rarely showed her weak side at this moment. She looked sad and turned pale, "The old gentleman is poor, but he is still worried about the country and the people. Such... A character froze to death at home, what a tragedy for the Tang Dynasty!"
Li Er remained silent, but his face was not very pretty. After listening to the poem Li Zexuan read, he first felt like a foolish king. Otherwise, how could there be people under his rule who were full of knowledge but not recognized for their talents? In the end, How about being impoverished and freezing to death at home~?
However, he quickly calmed down and felt that there were many doubts here. The biggest doubt was that based on Li Zexuan's activities in the past three months, it could be judged that the old man he was talking about was near the outside of Chang'an City. In a certain village. But since Zhuangzi is very close to Chang'an, if there really is an old man with such talent in Zhuangzi, how can there be no news in Chang'an city?
As long as there is the slightest sign of trouble, his Baiqi will definitely be able to find out!
Therefore, at the end of the conversation, Li Er was already 70% to 80% sure that the old man Li Zexuan mentioned at the beginning was all nonsense!
But even if you are sure in your heart, so what?
In and outside the city of Chang'an, there are indeed many people whose families suffer from the cold every year as described in the poem, although those people may not have the deep consciousness and lofty ideals to "have tens of thousands of mansions to shelter all the poor people in the world." Ambition, but they are all his people, Li Er! They don't deserve to freeze to death!
"It is indeed a good poem! The poet is also a great talent!"
The thousands of thoughts in Li Er's heart could only turn into a long sigh!
Li Zexuan "strike while the iron is hot" said: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, my original intention of setting up the public welfare fund is to pool the efforts of everyone to help those people who are in poverty, or who are in trouble like the old gentleman who has no talent. People! Only in this way, tragedies like the old man’s will become less and less common!”
Queen Changsun calmed down for a while, and her mood had stabilized. She turned to Li Er and said: "Your Majesty, Marquis Yong'an's method of establishing a charity fund is quite novel! This is the first time I have heard that you can do good deeds like this! But Anyway, it won’t put any pressure on the national treasury, so your Majesty, why not make sure~?”
Li Er looked at Li Zexuan and nodded: "Well, I'm sure! I'm sure your charity foundation will be established in the name of the imperial court!"
Li Zexuan smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
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