Zhang Yuhang closed his eyes again, and he kept recalling that memory in his mind. It was an era very similar to the present, with the same dynasty ruling and the same emperor's destiny as big as the sky.
But how long did it take for them to go from the dynasty to that era, and what did they go through?
"Books." He finally got the answer. Books are the ladder that can make people progress.
The crystallization of the wisdom of countless predecessors can help too many people save too much time and avoid too many detours.
Then what?
Some people spread fire, and some people go against the wind.
Coupled with the invasion of foreign enemies, China is restless. Those who have knowledge and their own ideas will naturally ride on the wind and become the trendsetters of the times.
So now, what should I do?
Zhang Yuhang kept thinking and improving in his mind over and over again. He had a cultural heritage passed down for thousands of years as a reference. Even if it was not complete, it was enough to guide him in the direction of his next efforts.
The first is books. Books must exist and there must be enough. Only in this way can the spread of knowledge become a reality.
Under this premise, papermaking and printing are indispensable things. Only with the emergence of these two killer weapons can poverty-stricken culture and rich military power become a reality.
Then there is education, popularization of education, and then ideas. No, ideas can be presented in the form of books. Now it is not that there are no literate people. As long as they are literate and have their own opinions, all they need is a flame of hope.
What is in my memory is the socialist thought that came from foreign countries. So now, how should I replace this thought or similar thoughts and make them a reality from this era?
"Someone is coming."
After thinking for a long time and not being able to figure it out, Zhang Yuhang simply gave up and went to see it himself first.
Xiao Yong walked in directly from outside the door. As Zhang Yuhang's personal bodyguard, he usually stayed by his side unless he specially arranged to go out.
"Uncle, what are your orders?"
Zhang Yuhang said: "Go find two sets of scholar's clothes, put them on, and go out for a walk with me."
Xiao Yong didn't hesitate and went straight out to find clothes.
After half a stick of incense, the two of them wore gorgeous brocade robes and looked like scholars, walking on the street.
Xiao Yongyong asked in confusion: "Uncle, where are we going?"
"Go and have a look at Haoting Academy. After so many years, I almost have no impression of it."
As a concubine, Zhang Yuhang is not qualified to study in this academy, but he has seen it from a distance and it is extremely majestic and huge.
The two of them walked not far from the academy and saw a teahouse nearby, so they walked up directly.
Before actually going there, he wanted to see more. It looked like a place specially prepared for these students to rest and talk. It was a good place to inquire about news.
In the private room on the second floor, with a pot of tea and a side dish, you can stay here quietly for an afternoon and enjoy yourself, how happy it is.
After sitting down, Zhang Yuhang carefully looked through the window at the students coming in and out of the academy not far away. They were either in groups or alone, as if everyone had an expression of unstoppable joy.
But look around, some people are busy, running around for three meals, and some are even beggars, begging along the street. Compared with the two, it is extremely difficult to adapt to it.
Under the same sky, it seems that they have completely different life trajectories.
Some people enjoy life and lament that the years are quiet, while some people are exhausted but are played by fate.
"Brother Su, you are here too."
"Brother Zhang, as you said, Master Liu invited me, so there's no reason why I shouldn't come."
While Zhang Yuhang was watching all this, two students in the teahouse dressed similarly as scholars walked in, and they walked up to the second floor in unison.
But before entering the door, they pretended to have noticed each other and exchanged greetings.
"Haha, I thought Brother Zhang didn't like these romantic things. I didn't say hello on purpose just now. I hope Brother Zhang can forgive me."
A man said with a smile, his face showing uncontrollable joy.
"Brother Su is also concerned about the top ten courtesans in Kyoto."
The more the two talked, the more congenial they became, and their relationship seemed to become much closer in an instant.
"This time, Master Liu, as a Confucian scholar specially invited by Taixue, will naturally attend the event. You and I should take good care of it, and we may be able to see the scene of this grand gathering this time."
Oiran.
Hearing this, Zhang Yuhang remembered the generous gift he had given to Ziyuan before. Calculating the time, he had already passed the preliminary election, and the final competition should be tomorrow night.
The prince is a man of style, the scholar is a man of style, and he is worthy of being a scholar.
Zhang Yuhang can only comment like this.
"Sir, when will you be able to settle the payment for these drinks? Our store's profits are so thin that we can't afford to borrow money like this from you."
At this moment, in the lobby on the first floor, the waiter stood with a smile on his face in front of a student who could barely stand, and his tone was very sincere.
After all, he was a scholar, so even if he really owed money to his own restaurant, he would not dare to be disrespectful at all.
You didn't notice that the shopkeeper was not far away, but would you rather let yourself, the waiter, come forward than come out to ask for the bill yourself?
Why?
If someone else owes a debt, that is a debt, but if a scholar owes a debt, is that a debt?
That's the scholarly spirit, that's the burning romance.
If one day they become prosperous, it will be a testament to this person's youthful and frivolous years. At this time, if they add insult to injury, they will be criticized by scholars for what they have done.
This man was holding a wine jar with half a jar of wine, and shouted in a foggy voice: "I have no money, so don't come to me. If you want money, go upstairs and find Mr. Liu. He has money." Leave me alone, I can still drink. '
Then he raised the wine jar while shaking it, took a big sip, and shouted: "My heart is so long, how can I see its clarity!"
After shouting, he started to shake again, as if he was about to fall to the ground drunk the next moment.
The people around him were also talking, and their words were full of disdain for this person. Even though he was a student of this academy, he still didn't have the slightest favorable impression.
It was as if it was a shame to be a student of the same academy as him.
"Go and invite the waiter and this guy over to me. Tell him that I paid for this guy's drink. Let him come up. He can drink as much as he wants today. I'll treat him."
Zhang Yuhang became more and more interested in this person when he saw this scene, and immediately said to Xiao Yong.
As for money, even if you are not very rich now, there is still no problem in treating someone to a drink.
After a while.
The waiter and this person appeared in the private room.
"Master, do you want to pay for this guy's drink?"
The waiter saw Zhang Yuhang's dress at a glance and knew that this man should also be a scholar, so he paid for him without any curiosity.
These days, scholars are so popular, and as long as they get the money, the rest has nothing to do with them.
Zhang Yuhang smiled and said: "Yes, this man is free and easy and has a good temper with me. Tell me, how much does he owe you?"
"Not much. In the past three months, the total has only been more than thirty-six taels. Just give me a round number."
"Thirty-six taels?" Zhang Yuhang was surprised, but considering that he only ordered a pot of tea and a side dish cost three taels of silver, and this person has been in debt here for more than three months, so much money is not outrageous. .
After all, this is a teahouse prepared for students, so it is understandable that it is a bit expensive.
Nodding, Zhang Yuhang signaled Xiao Yong to go down and pay, and then said to the almost drunk student: "Can you still sit down by yourself? You can drink as much as you want today, I'll treat you."
The man didn't say anything, sat down directly, and then shouted directly: "Waiter, bring me the best sake in your store. There is a treat today, so there is no need to save money for him."
The waiter, who was just about to go downstairs, turned his head with a smile when he heard this and said, "Sir, a bottle of our best sake costs two taels of silver. You see..."
