Sima Qian raised his head and looked at the place where the sound came from, and saw two sons of the Luo family coming hand in hand. One was Gongzi Qing, and the other was quite similar to Gongzi Qing and had never seen him before.
Luo Qing introduced: "Tai Shigong, this is my elder brother, Mr. Bai.
Brother, this is what I call a great talent, so Taishi Ling Sima Zichang, a family of historians passed down from generation to generation.
This is a true historian. "
A true historian!
Sima Qian was startled. This was probably the highest praise. He was a pure person, a person who had escaped from vulgar taste.
Luo Bai glanced at Sima Qian again. After the two greeted each other, Luo Bai said, "Tai Shigong, please follow Bai to meet your father."
Because Sima Qian came here on a private basis and not on a business-to-business basis, there was no need to be too serious. The few of them walked along the road they had just swept.
Sima Qian then discovered that although the palace in the inner city of Zhaocheng was much smaller than the palace in Chang'an City, the feeling was completely different. There was a sense of grandeur and heaviness here all the time.
From every scratch on the wall, from every quaint building, a kind of antiquity arises spontaneously, and then comes a sensory impact, which makes people feel a sense of awe.
Especially when passing by the Luo Clan Ancestral Temple, the brave warriors standing in front of the door looked like sculptures, and the faint voices of chanting saints could be heard.
This is simply a holy place for writing history!
Along the way, Sima Qian felt that his literary thoughts were welling up, and he could definitely write an impassioned and brilliant general history on the basis of ensuring historical facts.
The three of them walked and talked, and Luo Bai kept praising him. He was so blind before that he couldn't think of this way of writing.
After chatting for a few more words, Luo Bai discovered that Sima Qian was not only able to come up with new history books, but also had a very strong literary talent. Even if he was not a historian, he could definitely become a historian.
The same historical materials can be written very differently by different people. Luo hopes that more people will enjoy reading history.
The three of them walked into the house, and under the warmth of the stove, they felt instantly different from the severe cold outside. They walked through a corridor, opened the door, and suddenly became enlightened.
The decorations in the house were in the Luo family's usual simple style. Sitting at the main table was a man with a very majestic expression. He was the head of the Luo family, the contemporary Zhaogong Luo Sheng.
In the house, Mrs. Zhaogong and the powerful Wang Wenjun were making tea together, and the aroma was overflowing.
"Father!"
Luo Bai and Luo Qing bowed together, then walked to both sides and sat down.
Sima Qian took a deep breath, bowed and said loudly: "The foreign minister Sima Qian pays homage to the Grand Duke!"
Luo Sheng cupped his hands and returned the greeting: "Tai Shigong, please sit down. Ah Qing said in the letter that Tai Shigong wants to borrow my Luo family's historical materials?"
Sima Qian nodded and said: "The foreign minister has a lot of books in his home, but compared with the Luo family, it is naturally far insufficient.
The Sima family has been serving as Taishi Ling since the founding of the Han Dynasty, and is relatively familiar with court affairs. However, the information before the founding of the Han Dynasty is not very clear. The only known source is the records of the three ancient dynasties of the pre-Qin Dynasty among hundreds of scholars.
However, the various schools of thought are not historians, they exist for the purpose of reasoning. Many of their records contain fallacies and deletions, so Qian hopes to view Luo's historical materials to ensure the authenticity of the historical books. "
Luo Sheng pondered for a moment and then said: "There is such a record in the history books of the Luo family. The prince of King Jie of Zhou Dynasty was named Shu, and his wife Shu was beautiful, so King Jie...
How are you going to write this paragraph? "
Sima Qian knew this story. After all, one of the protagonists in this story was the Spring and Autumn Overlord Chong'er. It was because Chong'er participated in the palace chaos of the Zhou royal family and supported the emperor to ascend the throne that he completed the last piece of the puzzle to become the overlord.
He mused: "King Jie's filth caused chaos in the royal family, causing resentment between the monarch, his ministers, his father and his son. Haotian will not tolerate it, and the patriarchal clan will not forgive him.
In the autumn of the twentieth year, King Jie was killed in Luo. This was not murder, but execution! "
Not only to record events, but also to express attitudes from them, this was Sima Qian's original intention of recording history.
After hearing this, Luo Sheng nodded slightly and then said to Luo Bai and Luo Qing: "Have a cup of tea and take Tai Shigong to the storage room."
A steady man like Sima Qian bowed down with a trembling voice and said, "I pay my respects to the Grand Duke. May the Grand Duke be blessed forever."
Wang Wenjun, who was making tea, took off the teapot and poured tea for his father and mother, and then poured tea for himself. Luo Bai took the teapot and handed it over one by one.
Sima Qian was shocked by Wang Wenjun's appearance. He knew that Luo women were beautiful, but there was absolutely no beauty like the woman in front of him.
Moreover, he had been in the palace for many years and was not used to seeing beautiful women, but compared with this woman who was as beautiful and refined as the snow on the Tianshan Mountains, they all seemed tacky.
His first thought was that such a strange woman who surpassed ordinary people's imagination should be recorded in his history books.
"Biographies of Strange Women"!
It collects the most talented, beautiful, virtuous and meritorious women in the world.
After drinking a cup of tea, Luo Sheng saw off the guests and the group of people walked out of the house. Sima Qian saw Wang Wenjun standing in the cold wind dressed in single clothes, but not feeling any discomfort. He was surprised again and became more determined to write it into the history books. , other historians do not have the opportunity to have such close contact with Luo Shi, so they must do their best.
"Tai Shigong, you came on a very lucky day. If paper had not been invented, the area of the storage room alone would have been as big as a palace. The number of bamboo slips displayed in it could cover the sky and the sun, which is unimaginable to you.
After the creation of paper, the family has been transcribing some important classics, but the project is too vast, so many less important books have not been transcribed. "
The invention of paper greatly increased the convenience of carrying books, but it is still not easy for ordinary people to obtain a book. It is free to ask for a book from Luo Shi, but Luo Shi has requirements for character, and you have to prove yourself. He has good moral character, and brings his own pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Luo rarely does charity to outsiders, mainly to prevent the occurrence of feuding over rice and enmity.
Luo Shi has been transcribing books on bamboo slips, but one or two pieces of paper may be cheap, but they cannot support Luo Shi's many books. The total cost is too high, and there are not enough manpower, so the progress of the transcription is really slow in Luo's opinion. .
Sima Qian was secretly stunned when he heard this. Such a huge principality could not even copy. How many books should there be?
He soon found out!
The moment he pushed open the door to the keeping room, Sima Qian was completely speechless. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end no sound came out.
Looking forward from where he was standing, there were rows of bookshelves lined with scrolls of bamboo slips and bound books, all the way to the end of his sight. There was darkness, and the bookshelves went deep into it and disappeared.
Luo Bai looked at Sima Qian and said with a smile: "Tai Shigong, my Luo family's collection of books is actually not very large. This collection room already occupies half of the thousand-year historical materials of Zhou Dynasty."
half!
Is this only half of it?
Sima Qian now understands what Luo Qing said. The Luo family's collection of books is as vast as the sea. If he writes this history by himself, he will definitely delete a lot of historical materials.
Now it seems that there is absolutely no lie. Based on what he learned about Bang Zhou's deeds from various channels, I am afraid that there is at most one tenth of what is here.
Lowe's.
How terrifying!
Luo Qing pushed the door completely open, stepped inside and said, "Tai Shigong, let me introduce to you the distribution of books here. When you want to collect books later, you can come and pick them up directly."
Several people walked in one after another. Luo Qing pointed to the bookshelf in the first row and said: "This is the first batch of countries that were destroyed by the Zhou Dynasty. Many of them were destroyed by barbarians. The historical data are very incomplete. Many of these countries, you didn't even hear about them at all." Yes, just use it as a reference."
Walking forward again, Sima Qian saw some familiar handwriting, which was probably the historical materials of various countries before King Zhou Yi. Luo Qing said: "The historical materials here are those that have been heard about. They basically appeared in the early days. Many of the fables of the Hundred Schools are drawn from. here.
Confucianism, Taoism, and Mohism all drew materials here. Laozi, Confucius, Mozi, and Mencius became enlightened and became saints here. The impassioned examples in their classics all came from it.
Grand Historian, you have to work hard.
The opportunity to become a saint, the opportunity to be the first among the historians, is before you. You will be listed in the temple of all the disciples. From now on, all the historians will worship you.
You have talent and opportunity, but it would be a shame not to take advantage of it. "
The Luo family does not hold the title of saint. Except for Luo Minggong, who is special, there are no sages from the Luo family among the various schools of thought.
There is only Duke Luo Ming in the Temple of the Masters.
The Luo family does not produce saints and sages. We are just builders and carriers of the statues of saints and sages. In the process, we harvest a little bit of the essence of wisdom.
Luo's instinct is to boast.
Luo was also good at drawing big cakes. These words made Sima Qian's mind sway, and an extremely beautiful picture was displayed in front of him.
And Lowe's has always been a trustworthy representative!
There are really many people who have become saints in the Luo Academy. They never do things that snatch the right to name others' wisdom. They are simply the clear stream among the clear streams.
In this endless treasure house, Luo Qing changed Sima Qian's goal from writing a history book that will be remembered throughout the ages to becoming a saint with one book and becoming the first historian in just two sentences.
"Sir, please continue to introduce Qian. I can't wait to start writing this history book."
Hearing Sima Qian's slightly anxious voice, Luo Bai and Luo Qing looked at each other with smiles in their eyes. Wang Wenjun was too familiar with Luo Bai and whispered: "I feel like you two brothers are scheming."
Luo Bai laughed softly and said: "Win-win cooperation, this is a win-win situation."
A win-win situation means that the Luo family wins twice, first harvesting a wave of Sima Qian's wisdom, and then continuing to maintain the reputation of the Luo family as a holy place for historians.
The group of people walked all the way, and Luo Qing explained to Sima Qian. At the end, Sima Qian asked in confusion: "Sir, why are there no history books of the Yin and Shang Dynasties?"
Luo Bai and Luo Qing looked at each other, and Wang Wenjun's expression became a little serious.
(End of chapter)
