"Auntie, it's okay. You can go and do your work. I'll have a casual chat with the good minister." Liang Chuan felt as if he had returned to his own home, familiar with the familiar roads and familiar roads.
"Last time you borrowed my money, I went to buy some books." Meng Liangchen's tone was tepid. Now he always looks calm and calm. How do you say that sentence? I remember when I was here No matter what you do when you are in the house, you are finally a person who has seen the world.
"I gave you the money, you can spend it however you want." Liang Chuan strolled in this small room, and the books on the wall attracted his attention.
Liang Chuan approached the shelf. The covers of every book on the shelf were spotless. The books were closely next to each other and arranged neatly, without any trace of randomness. Each book is slightly yellowed, and it looks like it is old, but the fragrance of ink does not smell musty.
These books have been opened in some places, but they do not curl up like pickles. Each page is gently stretched. In many places, traces of hand turning can be clearly seen, and the dye on the writing has been rubbed white. .
"Can I read this book?" Liang Chuan did not dare to make mistakes without the owner's consent.
"They're all on the shelf. They can be considered your books. You can do whatever you want."
Liang Chuan opened a book with his hands, and it read "Taiping Zhiji" written on it. The font was simple and vigorous, and Liang Chuan felt tall and noble when he looked at it. Liang Chuan gently flipped the cover, and there was a small square seal inside, engraved with four small seal characters - Longmen Lishe. Liang Chuan didn't know what these seals represented, but he didn't know why, which made him feel even more powerful.
The words in this book were printed on engraving boards. Among the four great inventions in ancient times, there was movable type printing. The reason why it is included in the four great inventions is that people will remember it. It is not that the technology is so advanced, but that people value it. For the promotion of ancient civilization, it is obvious that movable type printing has not yet entered the long river of history.
In books printed with engraving boards, the handwriting and writing method of the same word in the book will not be the same, because the words in each position are fixed, and the next time you encounter the word, you can only engrave it again. When movable type printing became common Only in the Yuan Dynasty do ancient books with the same handwriting appear.
Liang Chuan sighed, if a few of these books were handed down to his own time, hey, if you take any one, it would be a treasure of the country and a treasure of the world.
The content in Liang Chuan is all in classical Chinese. Liang Chuan couldn't help but laugh after reading it. He remembered that he was lost to everyone at that time. There was no moon on any night, and there were no pines and cypresses anywhere. But there are young people like me who have both ears. The translation should be rich in sound and emotion, and the emotion should be sincere. How many good young men from the motherland who sincerely wanted to learn were destroyed.
Liang Chuan couldn't understand the previous popular classical Chinese, let alone this pure classical Chinese, which didn't even have any punctuation. When he saw that Liang Chuan was confused, there were only words in the row, and it was difficult to segment sentences. Liang Chuan went down two pages and saw a small private seal that seemed a bit familiar - Lu Mengzheng.
"I know Lu Meng, but I don't know Lu Mengzheng." Liang Chuan laughed at himself.
As soon as these words came out, the three people in the room looked at Liang Chuan as if they were a fool. Meng Liangchen was not interested in studying anymore.
"Tell me you are a great talent, but when you suddenly look back, that man is in the dim light. You are just saying these beautiful words. Call you vulgar. You don't even know Mr. Lu. Don't talk about me. Even my illiterate old man Mother knows the name of Prime Minister Lu, but you don't know!" Meng Liangchen believed that Liang Chuan must be pretending to be crazy again.
"Old man, I know everything, but you don't know, Sanlang?"
"Who is this Lu Mengzheng? Isn't it embarrassing if you don't know him?" Liang Chuan looked at everyone with a blank expression.
Meng Liangchen looked at the roof thoughtfully and said with a sigh: "Mr. Lu was born in a cold kiln. My environment is a thousand times better than that of Prime Minister Lu. I am kind and generous, and I dare to speak out when things happen. I am fascinated."
"Well.."
Liang Chuan listened to their stories and realized that he really didn't know this big shot, but the person who could catch Meng Liangchen's eyes was definitely not an ordinary person. This kid's vision was too high. Liang Chuan then turned a page and saw another private seal. Hey, he recognized this one and couldn't help blurting out: "Kou Zhun!"
After saying this person's name, the direction of the wind changed again. Meng Liangchen could not comment, and He Baozheng snorted coldly.
This is a big shot. The Khitan invaded the Song Dynasty in the north, and wars raged for years, causing the people in the north to live in dire straits. Kou Zhun strongly advocated the late emperor's personal expedition, and finally created the Chanyuan Alliance. This alliance did not have a good reputation in the minds of later generations. The Song army was defeated without defeat, and the Liao army was victorious without victory.
It is said that during the negotiations at that time, Emperor Zhenzong's bottom line was to give the Liao Kingdom one million guan per year. Kou Zhun found this envoy and sternly warned him in private that if he negotiated for more than 300,000 guan per year, he would kill him when he came back. ! The envoy knew Kou Zhun's methods. Fortunately, 300,000 yuan won the negotiation, otherwise he might really become a ghost.
"Why, do you think Kou Zhun is bad?" Liang Chuan asked.
He Baozheng was filled with indignation and said: "Kou Zhun threatened the late emperor to conquer his own country for the sake of his own reputation, and damaged the reputation of the emperor! We, the mighty Song Dynasty, are now brothers with the northern barbarians. Who among the good men doesn't want to regain the mountains and rivers? This old man is all over the place. You traitor to your country, what kind of labor covenant did you sign, and I, the Song Dynasty, still have to give his mother three hundred thousand years old coins every year!"
Liang Chuan looked at Meng Liangchen and asked him, "Liangchen, what do you think?"
Meng Liangchen pondered for a long time and chanted: "Only fighting to the death, no agreement, no tribute!"
Liang Chuan's eyes lit up. This boy had some of the stubborn character of those in the Ming Dynasty. The emperor guarded the country, the king died for the country, he refused to submit to his ministers, did not pay tribute, and fought to the end! However, he did not agree with this idea.
Liang Chuan said sternly: "Good minister, your scholarly opinions are harmful to the country and the people!"
Meng Liangchen regards himself as a pure man, neither greedy nor seeking, and cares about the world. A person with a noble heart cannot tolerate others to undermine his ambitions, so he tried hard to say: "Please teach me a thing or two!"
Liang Chuan said: "History always pays attention to its form. Everyone thinks that the Song Dynasty was humiliated in this war, but in my opinion, the truth is that the Song Dynasty used a little money to send beggars in exchange for the Liao Kingdom. Hundreds of years of peace on the border.”
"You're talking lightly, giving away money to beggars? Three hundred thousand dollars is the people's wealth!" Meng Liangchen said proudly!
"So you are still young, and your current vision is not as good as mine. How can you compete with those old foxes in the court? It is true that the books you read can fill this room, but you only see the surface of the books. I read the words, but I didn’t understand the great meaning in the book! I see that you still have too much to hone, and your face is full of bookishness. When will this anger fade away, you will have completed the first step!" Liang Chuan said! His voice was stern, as if a strict teacher was admonishing his students, which made Meng Liangchen blush.
"Being an official is not about reciting poems and making mistakes. You have to understand society and the principles of life. Let me tell you why I think this bandit is a loyal person rather than a traitor! Before the peace negotiation in the Song Dynasty, the annual military expenditure was 30 million yuan! Where did 30 million yuan come from? It came from digging the bones of the people and sucking the blood of the people! This is the wealth of the people! Three hundred thousand yuan is as important as 30 million yuan. Even if you collect annual coins every year, a year's military pay can still be enough. If you keep him for a hundred years, you will be the one who serves the people!"
Every word is heartbreaking! Meng Liangchen only thought about the nature of this war and the covenant with the integrity of a scholar, but he did not know how to think about this issue from the perspective of real people's livelihood. Yes, a man who has carried the infamy of 300,000 yuan and the burden of 30 million yuan to relieve his debt, and who serves the country and the people, sacrifices small things for the sake of great righteousness!
When he was in the Xing cell, Liang Chuan's words were so shocking. Now these words made Meng Liangchen fall into deep thinking. His way of thinking seemed to have entered a dead end. The most difficult thing was to let Meng Liangchen fall into deep thinking. Get out of this dead end yourself. .
At that moment, he seemed to understand Liang Chuan's weird character and what he did. Liang Chuan is very talented, his poetry and lyrics are unparalleled in the world, but he never shows off these as his signature. On the contrary, this man hangs out with the lower-class people in the fields every day. He really knows that poetry is useless, but doing practical work to promote agriculture can benefit the people!
Reading is not for the sake of high moral integrity or scholarly loyalty, but for understanding the truth in the book and transforming this truth into life mottos that benefit the people! Meng Liangchen suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Liang Chuan, "Liang Chuan, you said your humble words today to wake up the lost bookworm, please accept my bow!"
He Bao was confused. What were these two people talking about? They were so excited.
Liang Chuan raised the corner of his mouth and said, "It's too early to return when you've lost your way!"
He Baozheng watched the two chatting for a long time. He saw that it was already getting late. Meng's mother was sitting on the bed sewing old clothes by the light. If she didn't say anything serious, they would go to bed later. The corners of his eyes twitched, constantly giving Liang Chuan hints.
Liang Chuan understood and said: "Liangchen, you are good at handwriting. Lao He and I came to you today to help you write a few words and draw a few pictures!"
Meng Liangchen had never seen Liang Chuan's calligraphy, but he saw the couplets on Liang Chuan's door. The writing was not very good. It was as delicate as a woman's handwriting. It had no character and was completely unworthy of his talent. He would come to him to write it. No wonder.
"On this piece of paper, just write: A worry-free midsummer dream, the mosquitoes will disappear without a trace."
What does it mean? Meng Liangchen suddenly felt at a loss as he started to write. Will this be misunderstood? This word is so vulgar!
"Writing, why did you stop? Next sentence: Use forty coins to get rid of four hundred mosquitoes and flies!" When Liang Chuan was a child, he heard these advertisements on TV every day and it sounded like cocoons. What kind of radar kills, kills, simple It's crude, but it makes people remember it immediately, but people in this era don't know what radar is.
Meng Liangchen frowned and wrote on the paper. Sure enough, an expert can tell if there is one as soon as he makes a move. Meng Liangchen is struggling to catch the chicken, but these words are like being carved with a knife and an ax. The power of the pen soaks into the back of the paper, and a powerful breath comes to his face when he looks at it. Such good calligraphy Such advertising is such a waste.
"Lao He took out the mosquito repellent incense and asked the good ministers to paint it on it!"
I saw He Baozheng slowly taking out the mosquito coil from his arms with a look of embarrassment on his face. .
