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  Chapter 331 329 [A scholar who is useless]

  There is a mailbox at the gate of the General Military Mansion.

  Anyone can post letters in it, and officials are not allowed to open it. Zhao Han will personally open it every ten days.

  There were a lot of messy letters. Basically, Zhao Han just glanced at them, and then threw them into the trash can for recycling. The paper-making materials for military tickets and official tickets are mulberry paper plus official document waste paper, and the waste paper of government offices in various places must be collected uniformly.

  Occasionally, for letters with something to say, Zhao Han will ask the secretary to come over, properly record the contents of the letter, and then hand it over to the relevant yamen for processing.

Zheng Sen has come back and is sitting next to him to help open the letter: "The deposed North Korean ruler of Jeju Island, his eyes were covered with lime, he is almost completely blind, and his health is not good. Hu (Hu Dinggui) and Wang (Wang Yaochen) The general said that when the Shanghai navy is ready, they can go to Ganghwa Island to rob the deposed son of Joseon."

   "You have to wait. Training the navy is not something that happens overnight." Zhao Han scanned a letter in two seconds and threw it into the trash can.

   Zheng Sen also said: "The horses in Jeju Island are too short, and they can barely be ridden, but on the battlefield, they must not be able to outrun the tall horses. Two generals, please collect high-quality horse breeds as soon as possible."

   "For the time being, we can only make do with it." Zhao Han expressed helplessness.

  Zhao Han is already collecting horse breeds. Governments around the country are willing to buy horses with a shoulder height of more than 1.3 meters at a high price. Although it is very short, at least it is taller than a Jeju horse, which is better than nothing.

  Among ten horses, only one or two can be war horses. This statement is pure nonsense.

   As long as the shoulder height reaches a certain standard, all horses can be war horses. But it must be carefully fed, and a large amount of concentrate must be fed. This feeding method is too extravagant for poor horses.

   Therefore, when there are enough horses, the best ones are selected to take good care of them, and the rest of the horses are fed as rough horses.

  In the situation of extreme shortage of horses, it is even possible to fight on mules... Zhang Xianzhong and Li Zicheng have done it. Some old soldiers marched on mules, and they had to let the mules rest for a while.

  Zhao Han chatted with Zheng Sen while reading the letter, but suddenly he stopped talking while holding the letter.

  Zheng Sen didn't peek, but just lowered his head and continued to open the letter.

  Zhao Han read the poem mourning Yu Qian, couldn't help shaking his head and smiling, Liu Rushi's poems were clearly in transition.

  Eleven years before Chongzhen, Liu Rushi's poems and works did not escape the stereotype of traditional courtesans.

   But as the current situation became more and more corrupt, Liu Rushi's poems became more and more exciting, and it can even be said to become resentful and heroic.

   "There are many heroes in the world, but my generation is not ordinary. Songyang sword energy is also difficult to obtain, and Zhongtiao's career is all slim... I want to ride on this cloud and look at the five lakes proudly with you."

"Excellent and undisciplined, generous and unrestrained. When discussing the affairs of the world, I have been hurt all the time... Reading and hunting, disdain to be barbarian. It is a pity that this promise will not be promoted for ten years. When you meet the king's green weapon, it is often hidden endlessly. .It's really hard to pay a confidant, and Zhongye is always unhappy..."

   "Your words are upright and uncommon, but people don't know how to look around. He was quite a hero back then, and he is still as fierce as this. I smell Wu and sigh, and all the colors of the rivers and lakes are galloping. That is to say, there are so many things going on today, and the emperor treats Yan Si very much."

"The husband will be easy to meet, and the long-handed halberd will be difficult to do. Once pulled up, he looks like a dragon, handsome and secluded, and supports the wind. With a big feather in his waist and an arrow in his hand, his skill is so high that he can jump on a horse and call him exquisite... Qianqiu will be ordered Famous, the four seas are fighting for their hearts. Alas, the phoenix is ​​everywhere now, and sometimes people don’t know it like a mountain.”

   "Your family's Beihai Rao has a different strategy, and Tu Si knows it is very handsome. Once you hide your heart, there will be no doubts in the world for three years... Great men and heroes are not easy to come by. Great men and heroes are not easy to come by. It is not my disciples who get it."

   Just looking at these verses, can you guess that they were written by courtesans?

  In another time and space, the mountains and rivers are broken, the seas are flowing, and the lives of the people are miserable. When Liu Rushi wrote these verses, he probably fantasized that he was a man, carrying a bow and leaping on a horse to personally go to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

  It's a pity that she is just a famous prostitute, and there are no heroes and warriors around her, only a literary master who is too cold.

  After reading the poem in front of him, Zhao Han couldn't help feeling a little sad.

  I am afraid that Liu Rushi in this time and space will not write such passionate poems, because they are all forced out by violent social turmoil.

   Better not have it!

   Zhao Han thought it was very interesting, so he could copy a few poems to answer, and by the way, through Liu Rushi's hand, he used poems to convey his expectations for literati.

  The two poems before were not copied by Zhao Han casually, and they both contained certain deep meanings.

   Sealed in a blank envelope, Zhao Han handed it to Zheng Sen and said, "Give it to Liu Yin, the official of the Propaganda and Education Section of the Luling County Government."

  Zheng Sen immediately went to run errands. He showed his badge and went to the county government office, asking, "Who is Liu Yin?"

   "Inside." A small official followed along with his finger.

female?

  When Zheng Sen went out with the army, Liu Rushi was just an intern, so naturally he didn't know that there was a strange woman in Luling County.

   "But Liu Yin?" Zheng Sen went over and asked.

  Liu Rushi stood up and said, "Exactly."

   Zheng Sen handed over the letter and said in a low voice, "Letter from the general town."

   "Thank you." Liu Rushi was quite happy.

  When I took it apart and read it, I was stunned at first, and then smiled.

  Zhao Han changed the name of the original poem, and the style of the whole poem changed drastically immediately.

   "Gift to the Kings"

   Immortals and Buddhas have yet to complete both, and only know that the lonely night is not peaceful.

  The wind canopy is full of elegiac air, and the mud is stained with poor luck.

  Nine out of ten people are worthy of supercilious eyes, and none of them are scholars.

   Mo Yin's poems make sorrow into prophecy, spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices.

  The meaning of the original poem is: I failed the exam, and I am in a bad mood. Drifting in the rivers and lakes, bumping into walls everywhere, it's really **** miserable. come on! Come on! Don't be discouraged, you will definitely meet someone who understands me.

  Combined with Zhao Han's identity, and Liu Rushi donated it to those scholars, the meaning of poetry suddenly became: You study poetry and books hard, but it is useless, and you are full of talents and hard to display. As long as you do things well, I will definitely make you shine here.

  Liu Rushi pondered carefully, and already understood what Zhao Han meant.

  She took it back to the rented room, and handed the poem to Lin Xue: "Sister Tiansu, this poem was written by the general town, and it was specially written for scholars. Next time you attend a literary meeting, you can help pass it on."

  After reading it, Lin Xue couldn't help sighing: "If this poem spreads to the north, I am afraid that countless scholars will leave their homes and careers and go south."

   "Indeed." Liu Rushi nodded.

  Nine out of ten people are worthy of supercilious eyes, and none of them are scholars.

  This sentence expresses the bitterness of a scholar, but any scholar who has repeatedly failed in the imperial examinations, or who is depressed, can be moved to tears by this poem.

  They will regard Zhao Han as a confidant, and they will think that Zhao Han is a wise master who can rely on them!

   There is still one month to celebrate the new year, and many scholars have returned to their hometowns. Either be an official official honestly, or study mathematics and wait for the imperial examination in the future.

   Qian Qianyi and Xie Sanbin, however, stayed behind, holding the rest of the scholars, holding meetings every now and then.

   "Hasn't Mr. Liu arrived yet?" Xie Sanbin couldn't help asking.

  Lin Xue said with a smile: "She is a member of the government, and she is busy with paperwork all day long, so she really doesn't have time to attend the literary conference."

Yixing Juren Zhou Shichen sighed: "Zhao Zongzhen is a hero, but there are three things that are not good. First, divide the land of the big households, and his government is like a bandit; To use a woman as an official is to corrupt the etiquette!"

   "Brother Yinghou, be careful!" The scholar next to him reminded.

  Zhou Shichen said with a smile: "I only say that the three things in Zongzhen are not good, and everything else is good. It is excellent not to be punished for his words. He is open-minded, and I only complain."

  Zhou Shichen is good at poetry and painting, and also came from a wealthy family. How could he want to start from a small official?

   There are many such people, and all of them are full of complaints.

   In the face of absolute power, the gentry are very weak, and if they can't resist, they just lie down.

  Zhou Shichen lay flat at home, and rushed to Jiangxi eagerly, begging to open a course to get a scholar to become an official. If all of these can't be done, there is only complaints left, and he is reluctant to leave Jiangxi, and continue to stay and wait for the opportunity to become an official.

Wu Wenli, a Juren of Xiuning, said: "The general town has its own policy, how can we change it? Well, I will return to my hometown in a few days to become an official. You and I are both Juren, so you can go directly to the government to observe the government. Next year, I will definitely be an official. Three to five years later, magistrates can also do it. If it is placed in Daming, you will have to take the Jinshi examination, and I don’t know how long it will take you to be named on the gold list. I have been thinking about it for a few days. In fact, it is better to start as an official. Maybe we I will never pass the Jinshi exam in my life.”

   "Little official, lowly servant! How can a scholar do this?" Zhou Shichen was heartbroken.

  Qian Qianyi suddenly smiled and said: "Don't talk too much, today's literary meeting will not talk about political affairs."

  Lin Xue said: "Although Sister Liu didn't come today, she asked me to bring a poem. I heard that the general town asked her to pass it on to the gentlemen."

  Qian Qianyi was stunned, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Mr. Liu knows Zongzhen very well?"

  Lin Xue smiled and said nothing, deliberately making Qian Qianyi think too much.

  Wu Wenli said: "Zongzhen is a real poet. The two poems before were not bad. What poems did you write this time?"

  Lin Xue took out what she had copied: "Please look at it, gentlemen."

   Xie Sanbin took it, and recited: ""Forwarding to the Monarchs": Immortals and Buddhas have not yet been completed, and I only know that the lonely night is not peaceful... Don't worry about poetry because of poems, and spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices."

  After all the scholars listened, the audience fell silent for an instant.

  Including Qian Qianyi, all of them were deeply touched by this poem and thought of their own circumstances in these years.

   "A hundred useless is a scholar, a hundred useless is a scholar..."

  Wu Wenli pondered over and over again, thinking of his mother, Cheng Shi, who was widowed at a young age and raised him carefully. When I was young, I was a scholar, and all the villagers praised the child prodigy. Later, he failed in many trials, failed in the imperial examination, and bumped into walls everywhere and was looked down upon by others. After winning the imperial examination, he was respected somehow, but he couldn't pass the Jinshi examination, and he couldn't fulfill his ambitions as an official.

  The world is in chaos, the country is overthrown, and I can only watch. Isn't it a useless scholar?

  The wind is full of tragic songs, and the mud is stained with Bo Xingming. These two sentences are more like a portrayal of his half life, as if this poem was written by himself!

  Wu Wenli stood up tragically: "The chief town knows me, and I should also know the chief town. Farewell, gentlemen, I have returned to my hometown as an official, so I won't waste time here with you."

   "Farewell!"

   A few more scholars got up, and they didn't participate in the Wenhui. They all chose to return to their hometowns to do things.

  It is useless to explain the truth to these people, a poem is enough to make them empathize.

  After reading this poem, those who still hang on to it are purely stubborn people!

  Qian Qianyi's focus is on the relationship between Zhao Han and Liu Rushi. He was not afraid of not having an official job, but he was afraid that he would offend Zhao Han, and it would not be worth it for a woman.

  (end of this chapter)