At this moment, the eyes of Liu Hong, the son of heaven, lit up.

Queen He patted her chest again and again, it seemed that the emperor who always caused trouble for her was gone, and was replaced by a student who was showing off his literary talent.

The key is that this article is enough to make people look sideways.

"You made this five-character poem?" Liu Hong, the Son of Heaven, immediately asked...

You must know that the more popular in the literati circle of the Han Dynasty is Cifu, and most of the poems are mainly poetry, such as Chu Ge represented by Liu Bang's "Song of the Great Wind", which pushed the development of poetry to another level and formed a unique Han Yuefu.

However, Han Yuefu is completely different from the five-character poem.

Although, under its influence, there are also literati who try to make five-character poems, such as the great writer Ban Gu's "Yongshi", Zhang Heng, who invented the geodynamic instrument, made "Singing with the Same Voice", and Anonymous made "Nineteen Ancient Poems", which are widely circulated among the people.

But if you really want to talk about it, five-character poetry is not the mainstream...

In a non-mainstream circle, if you want to make an incisive five-character poem, the difficulty can be imagined.

This is similar to when others write about the Three Kingdoms, they write about the hegemony of the dynasty, but you write the Three Kingdoms but you are raising your father, which is not the mainstream, and the difficulty of achieving results is only afraid that it will increase geometrically.

But on the contrary, Liu Wen's song "Noon on Hoe Day" can be called a classic. It is said that it defeated Han Yuefu and Cifu in a non-mainstream way such as five-character poems, which is not contrary to harmony at all.

Therefore, Liu Hong, the Son of Heaven, is very curious, such an incisive five-character poem? Could this ridiculous son of himself do it?

"I... I..."

Liu Wei choked in his throat, he seemed to pretend to be this force, but this poem was not written by him.

The original creator Cao Shuo stood beside him, taking the liberty of taking the credit, how embarrassed.

"Your Majesty...", but at this moment, Cao Shuo bowed his hand. This five-word poem was written by the prince of debate, and after hearing it before, Shuo'er also felt shocked! ”

Whoa...

Liu Wei was stunned, it was really a good brother who was angry, such a big opportunity to pretend to be forced, Xiao Shuo was stunned and gave it to this prince, and this prince really didn't see the wrong person.

"Huh?" Liu Hong, the son of heaven, raised his hand. "I don't believe it!"

His son is a few pounds and a few taels, he knows best.

If you don't make trouble, you can already burn high incense if you don't cause trouble, and you can still compose poems? Write such an incisive five-character poem?

"Father..."

Liu Wei pinched his waist, but he was stunned. "Anyway, whatever achievements the emperor makes, the father will choose not to see or hear, so what else is there to say? My father sent someone to beat me with a board..."

"You..."The Son of Heaven Liu Hong frowned... Immediately the long sleeves were flicked. "Since you made it, you should make another one, and it is still about agriculture, if you can make it, I will believe you!"

"What's so hard about that?"

Liu Wei stood up, patted the dust on his body, and smiled slightly.

Xiao Shuo is heavy on color and light on friends, and there are more than 30 poems for Diao Xiuer, and thanks to Liu Biandou's landlord and old loss, he came and went, but he memorized them all!

Agriculture, is it?

Hehe, there is another song in Minnong.

"Father, listen up." Liu Wei patted his chest and blurted out. "Plant a grain of millet in the spring, and harvest 10,000 seeds in the autumn. There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death. ”

Shout... The poem blurted out.

Cao Shuo was full of excitement, this rhythm is not right, the first two sentences are okay, the routine operation, the routine is incisive, but the last two sentences are a bit ironic.

What is the meaning that there is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmer is still starving to death...

Doesn't that mean that all the fields under heaven are cultivated, but the farmers who cultivate the land are still hungry?

This is a satire of the family gatekeepers, the powerful landlords monopolize the cultivated land, making the people miserable.

Cao Shuo hurriedly looked around, thanks to the fact that there was no big clan in this Hongdu Sect, otherwise, this poem alone would be enough for Liu Wei to pull a big wave of hatred.

I never thought about it...

Before Liu Wei could pull up this wave of hatred, a guy who dared to pull hatred even more stepped forward.

"Good, wonderful! Wonderful! ”

The sound of sonic rubble resounded in Hongdu Gate.

Liu Hong, the son of heaven, was still pondering the meaning of this poem, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that all the Hongdu students tacitly agreed to get out of the way.

And among them, the eldest son of Qiao Xuanqiao walked out...

In the literati circle, Qiao Xuan's status is very high!

"Your Majesty, this poem has both form and spirit, and it also shows the miserable situation of my Han farmers, the old man thinks it is wonderful, wonderful!"

Liu Hong, the Son of Heaven, was stunned...

At first, he was also thinking about what it means to "starve to death as a farmer", but now when Qiao Xuan said this, he immediately frowned.

"The Great Master of the Bridge? In the poem, 'There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmer is still starving to death'? Is it true? ”

"Yes!" Qiao Xuan bowed his hand. "Your Majesty does not know that the farmer ploughs the land, but has no land in his hands, the landlord does not plough the land, but the granaries are piled up."

These words came into Cao Shuo's ears, and Cao Shuo's whole heart trembled, Qiao Xuan, Qiao Xuan, you really dare to say it!

If this word spreads, I am afraid that the family will unite and destroy you.

Qiao Xuan's words continued.

"After a year of ploughing, the farmer has to give nine percent of the harvest to the landlord, and the remaining ten percent buys seeds and pays taxes, and there is nothing left, so it is true to argue that the prince 'has no idle fields in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death'."

Not... I see.

Liu Hong, the son of heaven, trembled in his heart, these were things he had never heard before.

"Yes, Father..."

Liu Wei also agreed. "Father, the emperor specially went to check the accounts, the small county of Dunqiu, the annual tribute of grain, cloth is even far more than several times that of a state and county? Why is that? It's because... The landlords in the prefectures and counties collected ninety percent of the farmers' harvest, but colluded with the local officials to refuse to pay grain taxes to the imperial court. Heavy taxes are all on the peasant households, but the peasant households only have 10% of the grain, that is, they pay all of it? And how many? The father and emperor can't receive food here, the peasants are hungry, but the group of magistrates and heroes are making a lot of money! ”

Finished...

Cao Shuo subconsciously felt that the hatred of the eldest prince was settled.

… After all, he mentioned Dunqiu, so as long as His Majesty's brain circuit is not strange, he will definitely be able to think of Daddy Cao Cao...

Dunqiu fights local tyrants and divides the fields, so a county town, the food tribute is even greater than that of the state and county, this is all the credit of the father!

Liu Wei also wants to say...

He has been mixed at the bottom, and no one knows the current situation of the poor people better than him...

As soon as he opened his mouth, he praised and criticized the disadvantages of the times, and stated the key points.

Even the Son of Heaven Liu Hong and Queen He were shocked and delighted...

What is surprising is that he, as the Son of Heaven, doesn't even know about these folk things!

This is a bit meaningful, you know, the Son of Heaven Liu Hong cares most about money, especially meow, you dog-raised magistrates dare to collude with the strong, even dare to deduct my offerings, and also hide me from top to bottom, which is a bit of a provocation to the authority of the Son of Heaven.

The Son of Heaven doesn't care about these three melons and two dates, but he wants to be faced, and the feeling of being deceived makes him feel terrible!

In other words.

Liu Hong is mediocre, but there are several kinds of mediocrity, what happens in the Han world, it is all concealed, this is passive mediocrity, Liu Hong can only accept active mediocrity, passive mediocrity! No way!

Of course.

In addition, Liu Hong, the son of heaven, also has a joy.

The emperor's son, Liu Bian, was able to sympathize with the people's feelings and explain all these things that he couldn't see or hear.

Or in the form of a five-character poem.

Suddenly, he felt that his son was not so ridiculous, at least compared to himself, he could still save it.

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