Great Tang Broom Star

As the emperor's number one confidant, Xu Jingzong invited the prime ministers along with the guests.

If this kind of banquet is not purposeful, it is leisure.

But what can a group of prime ministers get together to say?

So you have to schedule the show.

A group of young people are drinking and having fun in front, brewing poems and essays.

"How do the auxiliary machines feel about these young people?"

Yu Wenjie watched with a smile.

"That's right." Changsun Wuji glanced at Jia Pingan who had just entered, and said calmly, "Poetry, prose and essays are just small ways to us."

Li Yifu also came, and seeing this, he couldn't help but speculate inwardly.

Judging from what Changsun Wuji meant, he was clearly planning to boast a few words, but why did he change his words?

He looked at Jia Pingan who was coming, and his heart moved slightly.

This young man is very talented in poetry, Changsun Wuji must feel that he is invincible, so he simply dismissed these as small ways.

Thinking of this, there was gloom in his eyes.

Jia Pingan didn't give him face, and instead went to Xu's house for a banquet, which was clearly a slap in the face.

How can I be an official if I don't come back after such a shameful humiliation and great humiliation?

Jia Pingan came over and cupped his hands and said: "You guys came early, but this one is late."

Li Yifu said with a smile: "Uncle Wuyang is young and talented in poetry, so it doesn't matter if you come late."

These words imply poison: Jia Ping'an indulged in his talents and came late on purpose.

Jia Pingan glanced at him, "I first went to the south of the city to watch the students build the wall."

Li Yifu suddenly realized, "Uncle Wu Yang is really hardworking, but he asked the students to build the wall, but what is the reason?"

Jia Pingan looked at him, and said with a half-smile: "Does Li Sheren want to learn?"

puff!

Someone nearby laughed.

You don't want to learn something?

Li Yifu's eyes became more stern, "Eldest Sun Xianggong said that poetry, prose and articles are small ways, what does Uncle Wuyang think?"

Master Jia became famous for his poems, and the most popular poems in Chang'an City are his poems, which can be called the existence of top traffic.

But these words are a bit like I'm going to smash your lungs.

Li Yifu belonged to Li Zhi, and Jia Pingan was also Li Zhi's. There was a dispute between the two of them. Changsun Wuji was very interested and wanted to see the methods of these two people.

Jia Ping'an is going to spray it.

But he didn't dare to touch the old man, so he could only vent to Li Yifu.

interesting!

The corners of Changsun Wuji's mouth curled up slightly, and his mood became more and more relaxed.

Jia Pingan glanced at him and knew that the old fox wanted to watch a play.

but……

"Poetry and prose..." Jia Pingan said: "When doing things for an official, of course, doing things first. Some people think that reciting poems and composing Fu can get things done. In the last memorial, they quoted scriptures and classics to show their talents, so they are talents. .”

This is a disadvantage.

Changsun Wuji felt a little interesting.

He thought to himself, is this broom star going to go along with the old man?

"Someone thinks that when looking at a person, one must look at the overall situation, and to be an official is to look at the ability to do things, not the pros and cons of poems and prose. If this is the case, everyone will ponder over poems and prose, and who will ponder how to do things?"

Is Jia Ping'an trying to show his favor to Changsun Wuji?

Everyone felt a little unbelievable.

The emperor's people showed their favor to Changsun Wuji. Does this mean that Changsun Wuji succeeded in poaching?

Or does it mean that Jia Ping'an feels that Changsun Wuji's side is more promising.

Everyone was silent for a while.

"Masters, I have written a few poems, and I would like to ask you to be fair and upright."

A young man came over with a stack of papers, and very humbly asked the bosses to appreciate it.

Everyone watched, but they all tacitly avoided Jia Ping'an.

Brother, this is the loneliness of a master!

Jia Pingan was actually rather guilty when he was invited to comment. As far as his appreciation ability is concerned, most of the people present can crush him.

So it's not bad to pretend to be a tall man.

As for those awkward looks, just ignore them.

People from Jia Ping'an's family take the imperial examinations are cheating, and the worst thing is poetry and essays. But the proportion of the current imperial examination poetry is not small. Changsun Wuji, as the chief prime minister, said that poems, prose and articles are just small talk, but Jia Pingan didn't know that he followed the trend, that is pig.

Then build momentum again, such poems and prose as the keynote should stop, which is a great benefit to Jia Ping'an.

He looked at Changsun Wuji with deep affection and friendship in his eyes.

thanks!

After drinking, those young people were a little awkward to write poems, and the prime ministers cherished words like gold, and it was impossible to write poems.

Xu Jingzong knew that it was because of Jia Ping'an's presence, so he was afraid of being slapped in the face.

After drinking some wine, Jia Pingan left first.

After he left, those young people became active.

"Is that Uncle Wuyang?"

"it's him."

"Younger than XX."

"Someone likes his song the most... the moon falls, crows cry and frost fills the sky, Jiang Fengyuhuo meets Mianmian... that artistic conception, just thinking about it, makes me want to drink."

"Wrong, but I like his poem "Red Beans Born in the South". It has sincere feelings and simple words, but it hits people's hearts directly. It can be called his best poem."

A young man said: "Someone thinks that half of the poem is the best... The wine and meat of the wealthy family stinks, and the road is frozen to death!"

In an instant, the whole audience was black-faced, and the host, Lao Xu, was so black that he almost had a cerebral hemorrhage.

Are you saying that we are drinking and having fun, but forget that people's livelihood is difficult?

The young man said proudly: "Uncle Wu Yang's poems have varied styles, but someone has paid attention to this half of the poems, and there is another one... It is said that the river died in the Sui Dynasty, and it has been thousands of miles away. If there is no Gong Yu did not discuss much about the dragon boat in the Water Palace. A certain person found that Uncle Wu Yang was actually concerned about the country and the people, and this song and a half is his heartfelt voice."

This is Jia Pingan's iron fan.

Everyone was speechless, Xu Jingzong gritted his teeth, thinking that Xiao Jia should not be invited here.

Everything here was passed on to Li Zhi.

"It is said that Jia Ping'an flatters the eldest grandson."

Baiqi's report was relatively calm, "Master Changsun said that articles, poems and fus are originally small ways, and most of the people present didn't think so. Only Jia Pingan agreed, and said that doing things is the most important thing..."

Wang Zhongliang sneaked a glance at Li Zhi, thinking that the broom star was trying to kill him.

What uncle, you are the emperor's man, if you go to flatter Changsun Wuji, isn't that stabbing the emperor in the back?

Li Zhi said lightly: "Understood."

The emperor looked calm, but Wang Zhongliang knew that this matter was endless.

Thinking that Wu Zhaoyi's younger brother would be unlucky, Wang Zhongliang subconsciously felt that Concubine Xiao Shu was about to take off.

Sure enough, Li Zhi stood up and said, "Go and see Concubine Shu."

Just halfway, someone came to report: "Your Majesty, Jia Ping'an was watching the students building the city in the south of the city. It can be seen that there is no desire to make progress."

Li Zhi stopped and clenched his fists...

"Go to Wu Mei."

Wang Zhongliang was confused.

Then why did Jia Ping turn over again?

Wu Mei welcomed the emperor in, and then said something about the child in her stomach.

"Your younger brother is really showing off today."

There was something wrong with Li Zhi's tone, Wu Mei's heart tightened, and she said with a smile: "He's still young! Mistakes are inevitable."

Don't panic when you encounter things, first show your youth, and young people should forgive them for making mistakes.

Li Zhi said with a half-smile: "Earlier, all the prime ministers went to the banquet at Xu Jingzong's house. My uncle said that poems, prose and essays are small ways, and Jia Ping'an greatly agreed..."

Is that baby crazy?

There was a stern look in Wu Mei's eyes.

Zhang Tianxia felt that this was a gesture to do something.

"Now that I think about it, uncle said this partly because of his presence. Uncle Wuyang's poems are the best in Chang'an!"

Changsun Wuji just belittled the poems and articles casually, but he also thought so in his heart, but it was impossible to say it in the past.

"Then Jia Ping'an left first, and later publicized what my uncle said in the south of the city."

Wu Mei was at a loss. She wasn't involved in too many political affairs now, so she didn't know much about the imperial examination, and she didn't know that Jia Pingan's students were scumbags, and the imperial examination was a waste of effort.

Li Zhi said with a smile: "The first imperial examination focuses on poems and articles, and none of his students can pass the imperial examination."

Wu Mei suddenly realized, she covered her forehead and said, "He is like this?"

The little brother actually fooled the eldest grandson Wuji, and also tricked him by the way. The eldest grandson Wuji has nothing to say, and he has to say that Jia Ping'an said it well.

This means...

There was a familiar light in Li Zhi's eyes.

This is the smell.

Fudge is not worth life.

"The key is……"

Li Zhi didn't say the following words, but Wu Mei knew it.

After he left, Wu Mei suddenly laughed while holding her big belly, leaning back and forth.

"Zhaoyi, be careful."

Zhang Tianxia looked a little terrified, and was worried that something would happen to the child.

Wu Mei panted: "This news has made me happy for a while, and I couldn't help but laugh."

Zhang Tianxia was puzzled, he helped her to sit down and asked, "Uncle Wuyang's move is just an opportunity."

"It's an excuse, and it's also a deception." Wu Meixiao's eyebrows are crooked, with rare femininity, "The key is... those people in Guanlong are going to be entangled again, wondering whether Jia Ping'an has taken refuge in Changsun Wuji .”

Politicians seldom talk about standing in line publicly. When Jia Pingan came out like this today, many people in the small circle would probably think that Jia Pingan knelt down.

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Zhang Tianxia couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This is really deceitful.

...

After Zhou Xing got the news, he happily entered the yard.

The weather was hot, and Chen Erniang was standing under the eaves with a blank expression.

This crazy woman!

Thinking that he was almost strangled to death by this woman last time, Zhou Xing couldn't help touching his neck.

He entered the room and said joyfully, "Shangshu Wang, that Jia Ping'an has bowed his head to my husband today."

Um?

Wang Qi, who was doing needlework, raised his head, his eyes were extraordinarily deep, "Speak clearly."

"My Xianggong said something today, and Jia Pingan immediately agreed with it, and even praised him after going out."

"this……"

Wang Qi suddenly felt that needlework was no longer good.

He wanted to trample Jia Pingan under his feet, but the man suddenly knelt down.

Then what am I fussing about?

But Jia Pingan is not such a person!

"Go to Xianggong and ask."

Zhou Xing ran fast, arrived at Changsun Wuji's house later, and told the steward about it.

The steward went in to inquire.

Changsun Wuji was just about to go home and was drinking tea. By the way, he thought about the words and deeds of the previous prime ministers, so that he could judge who was his ally and who was muddled.

Speaking of allies, he couldn't help but think of Chu Suiliang.

Lao Chu was on his way back, but Changsun Wuji couldn't wait.

"Alang."

"Come in."

Changsun Wuji withdrew his emotions.

The steward came in, "Ah Lang, someone from Wang Qi's side came and asked if Jia Ping'an had taken refuge in the husband."

Um?

Changsun Wuji was puzzled, "Why do you ask like that?"

"It is said that Jia Ping'an is spreading the words of Mr. Xianggong outside, and all poems and articles are small stories."

In an instant, Changsun Wuji understood everything.

He said lightly: "This kind of foolish person..."

The steward understood, "Yes."

After going out, Zhou Xing waited in the front yard, and said with a smile, "What does Mr. Xiang say?"

"Stand still."

The steward said lightly.

Zhou Xing didn't know why, so he stood up straight.

The steward moved his wrist, and after a few rounds of competition, he slapped him away.

Snapped!

Zhou Xing was slapped in the face.

The steward scolded: "Msanggong said, such foolish people should be beaten!"

Zhou Xing went back in a daze and said, Wang Qi frowned, "Stand still!"

Zhou Xing's body was trembling.

Wang Qi came over holding the needle and thread, and poked him on the face, "Do you know why a certain person didn't ask, but let you go?"

Zhou Xing felt his face was bleeding, but he didn't dare to touch it, "I don't know."

Wang Qi sighed: "Because Jia Ping'an is the Emperor's man, unless the Xianggong agrees to protect him, he will not bow his head in front of the public. He is in Baiqi, that is the Emperor's place, and the Emperor can press him to death. You said... is it possible for him to bow his head to the husband?"

Zhou Xing suddenly realized, "So it is." ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.

"You are stupid, and the others are even more stupid. I guess Mr. Wang is going to have a headache."

Later, someone came.

"My husband said it, let's refute the rumor!"

Wang Qi agreed, and as soon as the person left, he said sinisterly: "This matter is your fault, so, you went to find Jia Ping'an and made a fuss with him."

After making a fuss, everyone naturally knew that this was a rumor.

Zhou Xing went all the way to the south of the city. When he saw the dozen or so disgraced students, even though his heart was heavy, he still laughed.

"Laugh...laugh at your mother!"

It was Li Yuanying who cursed.

This does not meet the etiquette requirements of the clan.

But Li Yuanying is going crazy these days, no matter how demeanor he is.

Zhou Xing scolded, "Where is the broom star?"

Huh!

So kind?

More than a dozen students straightened up and winked at each other.

Here comes the opportunity to be lazy.

The rebellious young man Yang Yuan said righteously, "It's tolerable to dare to insult Mr...."

Chen Bao raised his arms and shouted, "I can't bear it!"

Li Yuanying concluded, "Do it!"

More than ten students rushed over.

Boom!

Li Yuanying kicked Zhou Xing down, Yuchi Xunyu picked him up again, and punched him down.

Bah bah bah!

The foreman, that is, the little official, had seen this scene a long time ago, but stood by and watched. Later, he felt that another fight would kill someone, so he said, "It's almost there!"

Li Yuanying glanced back at him, the little official shivered, "Someone is about to die."

"Work!"

Li Yuanying yelled, and more than a dozen students left. Zhou Xing was lying on the ground with bruises all over his body, staring blankly at the sky.

Why me?

Yang Yuan gave him a sip, and scolded: "You bitch, how dare you scold Mr."

Work is hard.

Yang Yuan looked at the palm of his hand, the blisters there had been worn away, which also benefited from the experience of those civilian husbands.

"Picking dirt!"

Yang Yuan spat into the palm of his hand and took up the burden.

Half of the soil in the basket is very different from the full basket of soil next to the peasants, but this is already Yang Yuan's limit.

He bent down to pick up the load, only to feel a pain in his shoulder. He gritted his teeth and straightened up, staggered a bit, then walked forward steadily.

The folk husbands all laughed, "It looks like a young man of gold and jade, but he suffers with us."

Go up the slope of the pile of dirt, and then pour the dirt into the form, and someone will tamp it down later.

The so-called version building is to build a large mold with wooden boards, pour the soil into it, and then tamp it down. You can build as high as you want.

After finishing the first layer, you can continue to build the mold on this layer of tamped earth wall...

The so-called solid foundation is a process in this.

Yang Yuan was tired, so he sat down to rest, and a civilian husband beside him was also resting and drinking water.

He accidentally saw the thick yellow calluses on the palm of the man's hand, and asked casually: "You work so hard, but you don't make much money, are you willing?"

His father, Yang Zhao, was a great Confucian. He was taught to study hard and take the imperial examinations from an early age, and then he became an official and a man according to the words of the sages.

Being an official is naturally detached, separated by hundreds of thousands of miles from these civilians, one is a god in the sky, and the other is an ant on the ground.

Yang Yuan has been observing these peasant husbands for the past few days, and found that although they are tired and their income is appallingly low, they are very happy.

Why?

The civilian husband glanced at him and said, "What can I do if I don't want to be reconciled?"

In an instant Yang Yuan understood.

This is not a question of willingness or not, but of resignation.

"Then why are you so happy?"

The man laughed and said, "If you're not happy...how can life be better?"

Yang Yuan was dumbfounded.

Yes, the unhappy days are still like this, so why not live happily?

After work later, Yang Yuan went home.

Yang Zhao had already arrived home, and when he saw him come back with a disheveled face, he said with a straight face: "The so-called new learning is just sensationalism, and it is even more unconventional to ask you to wait to work. People are classified and generals govern the country; merchants sell goods and communicate with each other." None; civilian husbands should work and do things... If you are asked to hang out with civilian husbands, then Jia Pingan probably wants to seduce him."

The steward next to him was worried that Yang Yuan would refute the argument, but Yang Yuan smiled and went to wash up.

After dinner, Yang Yuan did his homework in his room.

Yang Zhao was wandering outside, but he didn't go in.

"Don't go tomorrow, your uncles are coming, and some brothers."

Such family gatherings cannot be avoided unless it is a major event.

"yes."

On the second day, Yang Yuan went to the south of the city to ask for leave.

When I came back, there were already more than ten people in the family.

The Yang family is considered a big family. After Yang Zhao's parents left, they separated. However, the relationship between the brothers is good, and they get together every now and then.

Yang Zhao is the elder brother, sitting and talking with the three brothers.

The Yang family is at its peak...

Below are the juniors, more than ten teenagers of different ages are debating.

The Yang family, the heir to Confucianism, gathers mainly to discuss learning.

When Yang Yuan came back, his cousin Yang Xuan called him, "Brother, let me tell you..."

"say what?"

Yang Yuan sat down on his knees, with his waist straight, which made Yang Yuan's brothers admire in a low voice.

It's not empty talk that sitting has a good posture, but anyone who hunched over will be reprimanded at least, and severely punished.

But Yang Yuan went against Yang Zhao's intention and went to learn something new, which made the elders of the Yang family quite dissatisfied.

And the cousins ​​looked at him with curiosity and envy.

It's really cool to be able to disobey the wishes of the elders!

Yang Xuan said: "We talked about the matter of governing one side as an official. Wu Lang said what to do if the local area suffers from floods, and a certain person said that he should send people to patrol around..."

Everyone is arguing, and there are various opinions.

The Yang Zhao brothers watched with smiles.

Finally it was Yang Yuan's turn. Yang Zhao's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help sighing when he thought of his son's rebellion.

Yang Yuan said: "If so, the first thing to do is to search around to determine the losses everywhere. The second thing is to order no water to be taken at will, and it must be boiled before drinking..."

Huh!

Yang Zhao's brothers couldn't help but let out a little gasp and listened carefully.

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