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Chapter 6 So Famous

Chapter 6: Becoming famous like this (This chapter is free)

After carefully reading these two letters several times, and trying to figure out the past and the next, Tang Song carefully collected the two letters. Not long after, Zhuang Haishan came over and asked him to go to the end.

During the meal, Tang Song asked indirectly, and after reaffirming his previous speculation about the two letters, he didn't ask any more questions. The person who wrote the letter was too sensitive and the matter was too involved. In addition, the past time was a bit long. If you want to explain it clearly to Zhuang Haishan, it would be difficult to say one thing, and you were afraid that it would scare him. You simply didn't say it well.

He was thinking about these thoughts and was inevitably a little unconscious. Zhuang Haishan, who thought of something, looked excited: "There was something that I was busy cooking when I first came back and forgot to say, "Young Master, you are famous."

"Um?"

Zhuang Haishan was so happy that he put down his chopsticks and didn't even bother to eat. "Just yesterday morning, the county magistrate Xu Zhang sent a notice to encourage students. Not only were there posted outside the county government and the four gates of Xiangzhou, but there were also reports from various yards, and there were special clerks responsible for reading and explaining. The notice started with 'everything is inferior, only high school reading'. Later, your poem "There is a golden house in the book, and Yan Ruyu' was also recruited, without adding a word."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Haishan was so excited that he spit out of the air because he said too quickly. Tang Song quietly moved the dishes and rice bowls and then moved them.

"You haven't seen that scene. When the clerks thought about this, the people who listened to it were cheering loudly. They all said that the poem was written with knowledge and only those who could only say a great scholar. I waited for an hour at the county government office and listened to the clerk's interpretation twice before leaving."

Tang Song heard it and was not excited. In fact, this poem "Political Encouragement" cannot be considered a poem in the true sense, it is just a rumor at best. Moreover, his nature of profit from reading is too plain and his intention is too revealing; it is contrary to the Confucianism of studying seeking to "govern the country and pacify the world". If you meet a scholar who is really good at talking about righteousness, or those scholars who are ashamed of being good at talking about profit, such things will not only not promote the reputation of literature, but will also be ridiculed by them.

It doesn't matter that Emperor Zhenzong of Song wrote such things. After all, scholars in ancient times all knew that they all followed the etiquette of "tagging for the respected ones". Emperor Zhenzong of Song was the emperor. Who else in this world can be more respectful than the emperor? But the first thing that comes from Tang Song's mouth is completely different. Those literati who claim to be noble character see this kind of rumor that compares reading to business transactions and do not scold him as a profit-seeking villain, the shame of scholars is strange.

Although this rumor is famous among the people, it is very likely that it will lose its reputation in Shilin. The pros and cons are really hard to say, and there is nothing to be happy about.

It's a real loss. When other time travelers returned to ancient times, they immediately became famous masterpieces from later generations, and Zhuoran became a family. Why did he be so unlucky if he changed himself? But the problem was that when he encountered such a title given by County Magistrate Xu that day, the poem "Poems of Encouraging Learning" by Emperor Zhenzong of Song was really the best argument material. He used it without thinking about it. Now he regrets it.

With a hint of luck, Tang Song asked, "Even if it is recorded in the notice of persuasion to study, how can the people know that it was written by me? Can the civil servants in the county government tell them this when explaining the list?"

"Young Master, why are you feeling dizzy again?" Zhuang Haishan was so excited that he was a little unscrupulous. "I don't look at what day the party was. The fifteenth day was the fifteenth day! Every day on the first day, the fifteenth day was the best time to burn incense. In spring, people like to go outings. Lumen Temple is also the largest temple in the state. That day, you can calculate how many pilgrims and tourists who go outings there. When you gather, you don't know how many people are watching the fun outside the gate wall. As soon as you finish your thoughts, you suddenly praise the poem outside, and someone recognizes you on the spot. The reputation spreads in a blink of an eye. One passes to ten, ten passes to hundreds..."

"You say that, that is, many people do know that I read this "Poem of Encouraging Learning"?"

"That's not! I was waiting at the county government office yesterday and I heard the young master's name mentioning the crowd more than a dozen times. When someone asked, I didn't have to open my mouth, I was answered first, saying that you are the Tang Dai in the past..." After a breath of excitement, Zhuang Haishan suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly closed his mouth tightly.

How could Tang Song care about this with him? He only lamented in his heart: "Piracy is really a technical job! Pirates really should be cracked down on! Pirates harm the country and the people! Zhao Heng, your poem "Politics Encouragement" is really harmful to people, I took the blame for you."

There was nothing wrong in the next few days. Tang Song either lie high in the thatched cottage during the day, or wander around Lumen Mountain in the sunny spring weather, especially the rainy pool landscape that made him linger. As for books, he would never touch them. Even if he occasionally entered the study, he would just take off the Su Qin and scatter. While thinking about whether he would go down the mountain to see if there were any books that taught people to learn and practice the piano.

In the past, Tang Song was too hard to study, and he never knew how to rest, so he suffered from the increasingly serious soul-leaving disease. Now, Tang Song traveled all day long under the forest. When Zhuang Haishan saw him, he not only did not advise him to study, but instead smiled and thought that the young master had finally opened his mind. Now, not only did he know that studying hard is useless, but his eyebrows and eyes are becoming more and more clear and clear. His whole spirit has changed. His long sleeves look fluttering, and he has a bit of morale.

After spending this day, Tang Songlei couldn't move and wanted to carry Su Qin to the Bagua Pool. The two had never met, but they played and listened to three piano music in one night. It seemed to have become a silent agreement. Zhuang Haishan was sleepy when he was sleepy, and he had to collect firewood, cook, and do vegetable beds during the day. He often fell asleep in a short while after he got on the bed. Therefore, for such a long time, he had no idea about Tang Song's actions at night, and Tang Song didn't know what kind of mentality he had never told him.

Such days have passed for six or seven days. Tang Song, the entire Lumen Mountain, has not yet finished his tour, but was broken by the arrival of willow leaves.

Liu Ye is the woman who looks good in Zhuang Haishan, and is also the most capable maid next to Tang Xu's wife, the wife of the third wife of the Tang family.

Not to mention, Zhuang Haishan has a good eye. Liu Ye, who is about sixteen or seventeen years old, looks good and decent, and can really be called a little beauty. No wonder he vaguely said in his previous words that Tang Daxin, the third master of the Tang family, was quite coveted by Liu Ye.

When Tang Song came back from the rainstorm pool, Liu Ye and Zhuang Haishan were sitting in front of the hut and talking under the shade of the elm trees. Both of them looked neither good.
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