The third day of the third month of the ninth year of the Xuanli calendar.

The spring rain is silky, and the wilderness is boundless.

Fu Xiaoguan and his entourage walked out of the Qishan Corridor safely on February 29, and now it is the fourth day of stepping into the territory of the Wu Dynasty.

The ranks were even larger, because the garrison in Chiba Castle had already received the will of Emperor Wen, and they sent five hundred cavalry, on the one hand, to guide the way, and on the other hand, to protect the safety of the Yu Dynasty mission.

So everything after this was arranged by the generals of the Wu Dynasty, and Xue Ping was able to settle down.

The general of the Wu Dynasty was named Xie Xifeng, about forty years old, unsmiling, but no matter how big or small, he seemed to attach great importance to this Yu Dynasty mission.

It was almost hour, and the sun had not yet set, and the team set up camp in a place called the Hanazhong Plains.

Fu Xiaoguan has some understanding of this place from the information from the previous drizzle building, and after the Huazhong Plain, it is the largest town on the northern border of the Wu Dynasty, Jinguancheng.

This puzzled him for a while, thinking to himself that Du Fu's song "Spring Night Rain" exists in this world?

But then in the chat with Qin Wenzhe and others, he realized that he was thinking too much.

It's all a coincidence.

The Huazhong Plain is very large, it is the northern pasture of the Wu Dynasty, and the reason why it is called such a name is because this place is in full bloom in spring, and it is extremely spectacular.

As for Jinguan City, it is a landscape city. It means that standing on this city tower, all you can see is a beautiful view, so it is a landscape city.

This scene is not the other, in the final analysis, it is still a thief!

Boundless wilderness, drizzle, mist, and thousands of flowers! There are butterflies flying, bees are busy, birds and birds are returning to their nests, and horses are chatting together - this is a majestic landscape painting!

Fu Xiaoguan and the others walked in it, and they felt relaxed and happy, and this picture became more and more vivid.

If you develop this place into a tourist attraction and circle it to sell tickets, you can make a lot of money without much investment...... Fu Xiaoguan smiled dumbly, thinking that he was really a person full of copper smell, and his first thought was to make money.

But then a doubt arose in his heart - there is no village in such a blessed place!

And Xie Xifeng, who was following him, kept looking at Fu Xiaoguan's back, thinking that this great talent of the Yu Dynasty was actually no different from ordinary people.

Young, handsome, and very spiritual, but he also likes this beautiful scenery, and he once thought that he should not eat the fireworks in the world, but he thought too much.

Qin Wenzhe looked at this scenery and wanted to compose a poem, but he held back for a long time but was inspired, turned his head to Fu Xiaoguan and said: "Such a beautiful scenery, how can there be no poetry?" Brother Fu, do you have it? How about a song? ”

So all the students looked at Fu Xiaoguan, many of them were members of the Lanting Poetry Society, and they had seen Fu Xiaoguan's ability to export words in the red sleeves, and they were looking forward to it at the moment.

Xie Xifeng, who was standing behind Fu Xiaoguan, had a bright eye, and there was a little more color in his eyes.

Fu Xiaoguan is not hypocritical, the things of the scholar are not called copying, as the messenger of cultural dissemination, he has the obligation to leave those former classics in this world.

So, he put his hands behind his back and stood proudly.

"I'll make a song for you "Happy Rain on a Spring Night"

Someone took out a pen and paper from his sleeve pocket, but there was no ink, so he licked it in his mouth, not paying attention to the blackness of his mouth.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The trail is dark, and the fire in the tent is bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city! ”

There is no river boat here, Fu Xiaoguan is quite regretful, he can only change two words, it looks a little unbeautiful.

But in the ears of others, this is exactly the right scene.

Especially the sentence of smiling at the red wet place, and spending heavy brocade in the official city, made Xie Xifeng even more shocked!

At this moment, they have just arrived at the Huazhong Plain, which is of course the first time Fu Xiaoguan has come here, but he has integrated the Huazhong Plain and the landscape city into the poem - this shows that this poem was made by him at this moment!

The rest of the students were immersed in the artistic conception of this poem and could not extricate themselves.

The whole poem is written in the scene, the scenery is picturesque, and it makes people infinitely reverie.

Gongsun Ke chanted in a low voice: "Sneak into the night with the wind...... This subtext is simply amazing! ”

Wu Que thought so, "A latent word gives this spring rain spirituality, and then look at the next sentence moisturizing things silently, because of the latent, so silent, but moisturizing all things......"

Wu Que was suddenly taken aback, because of this poem, he remembered the things that Fu Xiaoguan had said to them along the way-it turned out that he had such a deep meaning in writing this poem!

It turned out that he had dived into their hearts like this spring rain all the way, and moistened their minds!

This is the real teacher!

He turned to Fu Xiaoguan and saluted respectfully, "Teacher, be bowed by the disciple!" ”

Fu Xiaoguan was already a visiting professor at the Jixia Academy, but his age caused many students to still call him Brother Fu.

At this moment, when the rest of the students heard it, they thought about it carefully, and suddenly understood the huge gap between each other's status and even knowledge, and also immediately understood why Wu Que would make a disciple salute after listening to this poem!

So all the students were shocked in their hearts, but not because of their identity, but from their hearts, they all performed disciple salutes, "Teacher, please accept the disciples!" ”

A poem completes the transformation of Fu Xiaoguan's identity among these students.

Of course, Fu Xiaoguan did not refuse, he raised his hand and said a sentence as a teacher: "Remember, poetry is a thing to cultivate sentiment, but it has no ability to govern the country and secure the country." As a teacher, I don't object to your liking of poetry, but as a teacher, I want you to distinguish the importance of things, and don't forget the root of reading! ”

These words were quite heavy, and they fell heavily in the hearts of the students, which made them more vigilant, remembering the economy and things that Fu Xiaoguan told them about this trip, remembering the story of the chrysalis and the butterfly, and remembering the two problems left to them.

Only then did I understand Fu Xiaoguan's painstaking efforts - he has been teaching them the way to govern the country!

He is like this spring rain, moisturizing things silently, but subtly making them no longer resist the merchants, no longer feel that the status of the merchants is low, and even many of them have realized the importance of the merchants.

And, of course, the craftsmen.

In Fu Xiaoguan's mouth, those craftsmen are the most superficial but basic researchers.

They laid the foundation of the grid, created the tools, and improved the tools, so that the weaving had a loom, and so the written record evolved from bamboo slips to today's paper, etc., etc.

These truths that Fu Xiaoguan seemed to tell them casually on weekdays were like silent weeds awakened by the spring rain, taking root, sprouting, and having the momentum of thriving.

So the eyes of this group of students looking at Fu Xiaoguan were even hotter!

I thought to myself that this is the teacher who has real talent and real learning! Where are those old scholars like the Academy Palace, shaking their heads and reading the sacred science, but it makes people drowsy, naturally there is no such thought-provoking truth as at this moment.

Stay until dawn to see the red wet place, and the natural flowers are heavy in the landscape city!