Zhang Yang clicked his tongue and said, "Why do you think emperors like to play with power?"
"When the money from Luoyang arrives, I don't want to get involved in the sugar business anymore. My brother-in-law promised back then that this is the only time and there will never be a second time."
"I suspect that your father is ill and has become mentally ill."
"Hehehe..." Li Tai suddenly laughed strangely,
"Isn't my brother-in-law not sick? How can he be better than his father?" Zhang Yang crossed his legs and said,
"Your Highness, King Wei, is wrong. Why am I sick?" Li Tai looked ahead numbly.
"Who would still be fanning in the winter?" Zhang Yang subconsciously put the fan aside.
"And my brother-in-law is vicious and sinister."
"Your Highness, King Wei, how can you curse?"
"How could my brother-in-law write such strange books as Liaozhai if he was not sick?"
"That was written by Pu Songling and has nothing to do with me."
"Does anyone believe this?" The two people's words were not on the same channel at all. Zhang Yang quickly said: "Stop! Your Highness, King Wei, can we change the topic?" Li Tai said again,
"Brother-in-law, don't let me do bad things again."
"No one asked you to do bad things!"
"I don't want to make sugar anymore." Li Tai's expression was numb and his tone was as if he was talking in a dream.
"If this continues, I will go crazy sooner or later." Zhang Yang patted his shoulder and said,
"Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty King Wei. I can give the secret recipe for sugar to your father." Li Tai sniffed and said,
"How many times have I said that if I don't work hard, my life will be hard."
"Don't worry, Your Highness King Wei, I am a good person."
"Yes, my brother-in-law is a good person, a good person who does bad things." Zhang Yang sighed: "They say I am a monster with three faces and two hearts. Who knows my painstaking efforts."
"Yes." Li Tai was also quite emotional,
"After watching Liao Zhai, it's just like that. How can anyone be evil if you talk nonsense?" Zhang Yang thought about it.
"It turns out that after watching Liao Zhai, His Highness the King of Wei's ability to curse has become much better." Li Tai suddenly stood up full of energy and said,
"Brother-in-law is too praised." Zhang Yang added: "In this world, there is a drop in the ocean, and there are also words that can mess up people's hearts. What is there to be afraid of if you are upright?" Li Tai spoke firmly,
"Don't do it! Don't stop!" Hearing this, Zhang Yang looked stern.
"Is His Royal Highness the King of Wei really going to rebel?" Li Tai was silent for a moment.
"If His Highness the King of Wei wants to rebel, I will use all the material resources in Lishan Mountain to help His Highness the King of Wei achieve his goal."
"Brother-in-law, you are wrong! The reason why I want to give the secret recipe of white sugar to my father is to stop doing it."
"So that's it." For some reason, Zhang Yang also breathed a sigh of relief. I always feel that Li Tai has realized the truth of life and wants to be a saint and rebel.
When a person's character gradually approaches the level of a saint, he becomes further and further away from the emperor. A person who is an emperor cannot become a saint.
If the emperor became a saint, the world would be in chaos. After all, Li Shimin is dark, conceited, and suspicious.
The qualities of a bad guy are profound in this emperor. The villagers cleaned up the entire village in one day.
The next day, the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, it snowed heavily again. The bear got into Lishan Mountain and went wild somewhere.
Zhang Yang and Li Tai were building the drainage system of their new home. The original drainage channels of Lishan Palace were poorly designed. After the heavy snowfall a few days ago, many places were blocked again.
It is also necessary to re-drain and repair the drainage system. What's more, there is also a Huaqing Pool, and drainage channels are the biggest problem for Lishan's new home.
It is snowing heavily in Luoyang, and Li Tai is holding a shovel and shoveling the mud blocked in the ditch. Zhang Yang, wearing a bamboo hat, sat cross-legged on the ground with a drawing in his hand and frowned while analyzing it.
"His Royal Highness King Wei, you want to lose weight. You should practice during the twilight months of summer and the twilight months of winter. You must not neglect your diet."
"Ah!" Li Tai shouted to the sky and continued to clean the mud in the ditch like crazy. The silt in the ditches was washed into the ditches by rain. Zhang Yang marked on the drawing that three of the ditches would be filled and two more ditches would be built. The ditches could also be used for growing vegetables.
Zhang Yang looked at his drawings and nodded with satisfaction.
"That's very good." Li Xiaogong led one up the mountain. Zhang Yang raised his eyes and looked at the figure in the snow. The person being led up was Li Daliang.
Zhang Yang smiled and said: "General, why are you here?" The other party did not reply. Li Xiaogong looked at Li Tai who was digging in the mud.
"Qingque, he is..."
"His Royal Highness King Wei..." Zhang Yang turned around and looked back,
"Recently, His Royal Highness the King of Wei is comprehending life. After all, he has just passed the age of fifteen, which is the time when he is most confused about life." Seeing that Li Xiaogong still had a puzzled look on his face, Zhang Yang cleared his throat and said: "Pay close attention to His Highness the King of Wei. Some, to prevent him from being rebellious, the fat man has been crazy lately." Li Tai paused for a moment, digging harder in the mud.
A gust of mountain wind blew by, and the surrounding area became colder. Zhang Yang put his hands on his hands and asked, "General Li, are you here to drink wine or eat meat?" Li Daliang first looked around and said, "Are they all coming to Lishan to drink wine and eat meat?"
"Of course other people are not like this, but His Majesty is like this." Li Daliang glanced at the paper in Zhang Yang's hand. The paper was filled with dense lines. Looking at the picture,
"This is?"
"This is our new infrastructure for Lishan. As long as the ditches drawn on this drawing are completed, my Lishan will become a paradise on earth."
"It sounds interesting." After listening to the words, Li Daliang thought more highly of Zhang Yang.
"Can you explain it to me?" Zhang Yang coughed,
"In fact, the water system of Lishan Mountain is very developed. I was inspired by the major South-to-North Water Diversion Project, which diverted the water from Lishan Mountain down the mountain, and then walked around the mountainside. All kinds of fruits and vegetables were planted on the mountainside. This way, it is a beautiful land. Water and soil." Li Xiaogong and Li Daliang were both soldiers who fought in the south and north. They had never heard that water from the north flowed southward, but they had never heard that water from the south could flow back to the north. The flow of rivers depends on the terrain.
The South-to-North Water Diversion, a means of changing the world, is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Li Daliang thought for a moment and scratched his head.
"I didn't come to you to listen to these high-pitched talks."
"Let me tell you directly what the general is doing here." Li Xiaogong smiled awkwardly, causing Li Daliang to not know how to reply for a moment.
"Daliang, this kid is not normal sometimes, don't take it off." Li Xiaogong advised from the side.
If you look closely, it's indeed unusual. It's also unusual for King Wei to be shoveling mud not far away. Li Daliang took out a roll of paper from his arms,
"Old Master Kong Yingda has already gone to the official academy, but he wants you to ask a question."
"What question?"
"Testing the soldiers in the school, a topic for writing an essay." Zhang Yang looked at the piece of paper. What was written on it were the words of Mr. Kong Yingda. What the old man wrote was a topic about the classic discussion of the Analects of Confucius.
"Didn't the old man finish writing it?"
"The old man said that he would ask Mr. Zhang to write a question as well." Zhang Yang looked confused.
"It's hard for me. Liberal arts are not my specialty."
"But you can write Liao Zhai."
"The general has misunderstood again. Liaozhai was written by a person named Pu Songling, not me." Li Daliang didn't want to talk to this boy anymore. It was so painful to talk to him. No wonder there were rumors in the East Palace that Zhang Yang was serving as the governor of the East Palace. Never speak human words.
He looked at King Wei who was entangled in the mud, feeling very pitiful.
"I'll just ask a question at random." Zhang Yang took out a thin brush from his waist as he spoke and wrote a question on it.
"That's enough." Li Daliang looked at the title he had written.
"What is this?" Zhang Yang put away his brush again,
"The question."
"What's the topic?"
"General, are you illiterate?"
"I know how to read." Li Daliang said shamelessly.
"Every generation has its own mission and challenges, and each generation has its own responsibilities and responsibilities! Write around this sentence, the number of words can be 800 or more, and the style is not limited." After listening to Zhang Yang read the title, Li Tai's work of shoveling mud was also over. He pushed aside the stone curb used to cut off the water flow, and the water on the mountain flowed down.
The water is clear and very pleasant to look at. Li Daliang looked at the title and nodded after a long time.
"Although you don't speak human language, this question is indeed of far-reaching significance. Each generation has its own mission. Whether it is the older generation to pacify the world in the past, or the current generation to protect the country and the people, we are duty-bound."
"General, look at what a great title and concept."
"It's much better than Kong Yingda using the Analects of Confucius to write the questions. I'm very satisfied and leave now."
"General, go slowly." Li Xiaogong still stood in the same place. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He was stunned for a while and said,
"I'm going to see him off."
"Prince Hejian, walk slowly, General, walk slowly." Li Tai held the shovel with both hands and let himself rest for a moment.
"What's going on here?"
"They have been busy running the army recently. They want to improve the knowledge and accomplishments of the lieutenants."
"A group of talented people are reading books from ancient sages. This scene is so unique." Zhang Yang nodded,
"I feel the same way. The teaching methods in the military should be the same as others. Blind improvement will only lead to falling into the gutter."
"That's true. I won't fall into the gutter."
"Why?"
"Because I am in a clear mind at the moment. I have done bad things with my brother-in-law for so many years. I want to make up for my merits by doing good deeds."
"Your Highness, King Wei, are you hungry?"
"I'm hungry." Zhang Yang put away his drawings and said
"How about killing two chickens to eat?" Li Tai grinned.
"That's great." Li Daliang brought this question into Chang'an City. After he was sent to the official school, Kong Yingda, who was over sixty years old and had hair and beard as white as dead branches, held the question with trembling hands,
"This question really came from Zhang Yang." Li Daliang nodded with a smile.
"What do you think, old master?" Kong Yingda seemed to be old, his eyes were full of energy, and his hands were full of energy. He kept nodding.
"It's high! It's really high. This question is really tricky. I admire it. He is indeed the amazing person who wrote Red Mansions and Liaozhai. This person really grasped what the Tang Dynasty needed at this time."
"I think this question should be presented to His Majesty." Cen Wenwen, the chief official here, hurriedly sent the question to the palace.
The emperor was very happy after reading this question, and immediately issued an order to circulate this question to the six ministries and nine temples in the three provinces of the DPRK, including all the guardsmen.
Students from Hongwen Hall and Chongwen Hall also started talking. The imperial examination will be held in May next year, and there are many students in Chang'an City.
"Every generation has its own mission and challenges, and every generation has its own responsibilities and responsibilities! Write an article around this sentence, with a word count of 800, no limit to the style..." As soon as this question came out, the scholars in Chang'an City all It got quiet.
Mission, challenge, responsibility, responsibility. I have to write 800 words quoting scriptures! This suddenly stumped many people. Everyone was familiar with the classics, and the content in the school entrance exam classics was quite simple. But when faced with the questions and writing down their aspirations, everyone felt that the pens in their hands were very heavy.
These eight characters describe the aspirations of the people of the Tang Dynasty. I have worked hard for half my life, lived up to my mission, and taken responsibility.
As soon as the question came out, many officers and soldiers in the army suffered. Not to mention writing an article, some even couldn't read 800 words.
Late at night, Cheng Yaojin and other generals were the first to receive the order. He watched as he picked up the pen and put it down again,
"Who came up with the question! A certain family is going to meet him!" The drowsy servant on the side saw the general staring at his bloodshot eyes and said quickly: "It is said that General Li Daliang went to Lishan to ask for the question. have to."
"Lishan! It's Lishan again..." The servant whispered: "Would you like to call the Three Hundred Steps at home and rush to Lishan early tomorrow morning?"
"No need, since it's Lishan... It's useless to kill a certain family. Let's go outside and capture a few more scholars."
"Here." Many soldiers in Chang'an City wanted to chop up the person who asked the question, chew it and swallow it. Eight hundred words!
Which of these talented people can write an article of 800 words? The various guards in Chang'an City were complaining, but the literati were in high spirits. After Wei Zheng finished writing a thousand-word article, he laughed loudly,
"This is what we should do!" On the second day of writing the article, many military generals became exhausted because of this question, and their dejection gradually turned into anger.
Many people came to the gate of the newly built official school, which was closed. Kong Yingda and Cen Wenwen were standing there as if they were faced with a formidable enemy. He said to the clerk on the side: "Go to the Imperial College and Hongwen Hall to call people. Tell them that these talented assassins are coming to embarrass Mr. Kong Yingda."
"Here!" The little official nodded when he heard this, looked at the four high walls, and finally climbed over the wall from the backyard. Kong Yingda heard Cen Wenwen's words and his beard was trembling with anger.
"I have lived a lifetime, and now it is your excuse to blackmail the scholars. They are not here for me in the first place." Cen Wenwen saluted and said, "I'll forgive you, I can only come up with this strategy to relieve the siege of official studies. If that I only rushed in to help the murderer, the safety of the old master is the most important thing." Kong Yingda snorted coldly,
"How can I be afraid of them! Someone come and open the door! Let me have a discussion with these killers." Everyone stopped them quickly.
"Old Master, please don't be impulsive. These killers are so angry right now, don't argue with these people." Kong Yingda showed a posture that he was willing to be cut off, but saw that people outside had already started to knock on the door.
Soon there were shouts and heavy footsteps from the other side of the courtyard wall.
"You fellow killers, don't be so reckless!" A loud shout from the east stopped the killers who were banging on the door!
"The officialdom is in a dilemma for me and other warriors. Are you going to reason with me or have a fistfight?"
"We, the Tang Dynasty, have the responsibility to accept the mission. How can you, the killers, embarrass Old Master Kong Yingda here?"
