Du Lingsou, Du Lingsou, cultivates more than an hectare of thin fields every year.
There is no rain in March, drought and wind blow, and the wheat seedlings will not show well and will turn yellow and die.
There is frost in September and early autumn cold, and the unripe ears of grain are all green and dry.
The chief official knew clearly that he would not complain, but rushed to ask for examinations.
Dian Sang sells his land to pay rent from the government. What will his food and clothing be like next year?
Peel off the silk from my body and take the grain from my mouth.
A jackal is a harmful animal, so why do we need hooks, claws, and saw teeth to eat human flesh?
I don’t know who told the emperor, but the emperor was compassionate and aware of the shortcomings of others.
Deyin is written on the white linen paper, and the capital will release all taxes this year.
Yesterday, Lixu Fang came to the door, holding an imperial edict to the countryside.
Nine out of ten families have paid taxes, and it is in vain that I have spared you the favor.
…
Zhou Lang took the pen and wrote a poem about Du Lingsou on the paper.
This is a famous poem by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
This poem of less than two hundred words vividly describes the situation of the people at that time!
The reason why this poem came to mind was just a conversation between Zhou Lang and the accountant.
Let him understand that the feudal city suffered a natural disaster last year.
What a heavy burden the people bear!
Zhou Lang chose this poem because it expressed Du Fu's admiration for His Majesty the Emperor.
I don’t know who told the emperor, but the emperor was compassionate and aware of the shortcomings of others.
Deyin is written on the white linen paper, and the capital will release all taxes this year.
Yesterday, Lixu Fang came to the door, holding an imperial edict to the countryside.
Nine out of ten families have paid taxes, and it is in vain that I have spared you the favor.
…
The second half of the poem alone is all flattering to the emperor.
It means that someone reported it to the emperor.
The emperor had compassion in his heart and understood the plight of the people.
Written on the white linen paper was Shi Enbude's edict, exempting all taxes this year.
Yesterday, the village chief came to the door with an official document in his hand and posted it in the countryside.
Nine out of ten families have returned the taxes paid and accepted the tax exemption from our king.
By choosing this poem, Zhou Lang no longer has to worry about taking any responsibility.
"Mr. Meng, please pass this poem on to the Pavilion Master."
"I hope the Pavilion Master will be satisfied."
Zhou Lang looked at Meng Pu beside him and said with a smile.
"The prince only used five steps for this poem!"
Meng Pu looked at the poems in front of him with surprise in his eyes.
Before he came to the Prince's Mansion, the Pavilion Master issued the order.
Ask him to bring Jiang Li'er to the Prince's Mansion to wait.
It just depends on whether the prince can meet the conditions.
At that time, Meng Pu didn't think so. How could a stupid prince be so valued by his master?
Now, he is completely stunned...
"The prince is a great talent!"
"This poem is truly a masterpiece."
"Then I'll take the poem away."
"I'm coming this time. There is a carriage left for the Crown Prince outside the door."
Meng Pu rolled up the poem with a smile, bent down and left.
"Your Majesty, he doesn't want the 47,000 taels of silver anymore?"
Xiao Shunzi asked in surprise.
"What is the identity of the Pavilion Master of Qingye Pavilion?"
"Why are you so interested in poetry?"
Zhou Lang did not answer his question.
Instead, I felt particularly confused about what happened last night and today.
In the land of the wine shop, the oiran came out of the palace.
The master of the pavilion actually used poetry on the battlefield as a condition.
There must be the purpose of the pavilion master in this.
Today I even sent people to ask for compensation, and they were able to pay off their debts with poems!
This pavilion master is really an elegant and interesting guy.
The topic of current government affairs...
not good!
Is the master of Qingye Pavilion an important official of the imperial court?
Zhou Lang suddenly reacted.
He doesn't want to have anything to do with the court ministers yet.
After all, he hasn't figured out the internal situation of the Zhou Dynasty yet.
I don’t want to accidentally get involved in the political storm.
Moreover, his father also went out to warn him.
Either follow the father and become a monk.
Either live a happy life and don't care about anything.
Never get involved in the DPRK situation!
While Zhou Lang was thinking, Zhou Xiaoshun, who was seeing off guests, came to the door.
"Your Majesty, that man really left a carriage and left."
"May I ask, Your Majesty, what should I do with that carriage?"
Zhou Xiaoshun asked.
"I gonna go see."
Zhou Lang quickly walked out of the courtyard and reached the gate.
Immediately I saw a carriage parked there quietly.
The driver has left.
He guessed in his heart that someone was sitting inside.
It must be Jiang Lier.
Holding back his excitement, Zhou Lang hurried to the carriage.
After opening the car door, I was surprised to see it.
A beautiful woman with a slender figure wearing a red dress.
Holding a pipa in her arms, she sat inside with her head lowered and her face flushed.
Long black hair, fair skin.
The Jiang Lier that Zhou Lang saw now was even more beautiful than last night!
"I am Jiang Li'er, and I would like to pay my respects to the Crown Prince..."
Jiang Li'er quickly lowered her body and said.
The crisp voice immediately aroused Zhou Lang's mind.
He stepped forward directly and picked up the beautiful woman with both hands.
The pipa fell to the ground, with a sweet cry.
Zhou Lang was watched in surprise by a group of guards and Zhou Xiaoshun.
He strode into the gate of the County Prince's Mansion.
He hurried directly to the back house...
…
To the north of the Imperial City of the Great Zhou Dynasty is a magnificent palace.
At this time in the emperor's study.
His Majesty the Emperor, who is nearly sixty years old, is wearing a black dragon robe.
Gray hair, a dignified square face.
The sharp gaze in his eyes, no matter who he is staring at.
It will make the other party instantly frightened!
The emperor sat at his desk and looked at the two poems on the desk in surprise.
On both sides of the study, several ministers stood quietly.
"Wen Aiqing, are you sure this is a poem written by the Seventeenth Disciple?"
the emperor asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"The first song is the calligraphy treasure left by the prince in the backyard of Qingye Pavilion last night."
"I dare not be careless. I will send someone to test again this morning."
"This is the second Du Lingsou song."
Neishi Ling Wen Yu replied.
And he is surprisingly the master of Qingye Pavilion!
In the Zhou Dynasty, there were three core institutions in charge of government affairs: Zhongshu Province, Menxia Province, and Neishi Province.
Zhongshu Province oversees six ministries and the implementation of government decrees.
The Menxia Province is responsible for the review of political orders and the impeachment of officials.
The Ministry of Internal History is the emperor's staff department, which specializes in advising the emperor.
The three major departments supervise each other to ensure the stability of the empire.
"I didn't expect him to be the son of the seventeenth brother."
"You actually have such literary talent!"
"Why have I never heard anyone talk about it?"
The emperor looked at a minister on his left.
This person is none other than Shangshu Youling Lin En of Shangshu Province.
At the same time, he is also responsible for offering wine to the Imperial College.
He is only responsible for teaching the children of princes and nobles.
He was one of Zhou Lang's teachers in the Imperial College.
Lin En is in his fifties and is a great literary scholar of his generation.
It's just that he has a relatively upright personality and can easily offend his colleagues.
But he won the emperor's trust and was an indispensable humerus minister beside the emperor.
"Your Majesty, Zhou Lang, the crown prince of Linping County."
"I'm afraid he's not as smart as His Majesty and Lord Wen imagined."
"He entered the Imperial Academy at the age of ten and has been under the care of senior ministers."
"He has a stupid personality and is panicked and helpless when encountering problems."
“I definitely can’t write such a peerless poem!”
"The veteran suspects that someone from the county prince's palace helped him prepare the poems."
Linn shook his head and said.
