Chapter 104 is all empiricist

The earliest literary works were actually derived from simple stories, but when they were accompanied by beautiful enough words, they became popular literary chapters.

As long as you look at the "Book of Songs", you will understand how pale and powerless the earliest literary expressions are, if you remove those beautiful and timeless words, the core of the story is often very simple, through the text description, after the environment is rendered, it is beautiful.

Tao Yuanming's works are naturally beautiful, and this kind of story is not only lethal to later generations, but also to ancients like Sima Qian.

He is not a pretentious person, after listening to Yun Lang's narration of "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring", he arched his hand with admiration and continued to eat his yellow buns.

He felt that Yun Lang had deliberately made up a beautiful story to fight back against him just now, so he admired Yun Lang's talent, but he didn't care.

My father slept soundly, especially after being trapped in the car for a few days, and for the first time he was able to relax his body, and he should have had a good night's sleep.

The prison was slowly darkening, and the night was inevitably coming, Sima Qian put down the bamboo slip in his hand, rubbed his dim eyes, and looked at the brightly lit cell where Yun Lang lived with some envy.

There were too many events to record, and the sun set too early in the day, which prevented him from recording the stories in his head.

"Why don't you ask the young man across from you for a lamp?" Sima Tan woke up from his sleep, and after yawning, he naturally asked his son.

Sima Qian looked at his father puzzled and said, "You said ...... before"

"Backbone, huh?"

"That's right!"

"That's the rhetoric that nurtures you to have a noble backbone when you don't know what a backbone is.

Now that you know what your true backbone is, you should know that perseverance towards your goal is a way for you to truly express your backbone.

Borrowing a lamp and fulfilling your desire to record does not damage your backbone and should be a laxative, not a humiliation. ”

"But the boy doesn't like this man at all, he treats us a little too well."

Sima Tan smiled silently: "What do you think if you don't like others to be good to you?" Do you think it's normal for others to be in trouble at every turn? ”

"It's not like that, it's just that the child doesn't like to look at his face, or rather, the child doesn't like his thief-like eyes at all."

Sima Tan shook his head helplessly, and said loudly at the cell where Yun Lang lived: "Young man, can you give us an oil lamp?" ”

Yun Lang quickly pulled open the curtain covering the prison, and with a smile he pushed over a freshly filled oil lamp, along with two candles.

"Please, if it's not enough, I'll ask the jailer again."

Sima Qian took the oil lamp and candle, and saw that Yun Lang looked like he wanted to talk to him, so he hurriedly said, "You have also been sleepy in the car for three days, so get a good night's sleep." ”

Seeing that Sima Qian was unwilling to talk to him more, Yun Lang had no choice but to reopen the curtain with regret and lie on the soft brocade couch and pretend to sleep.

To be honest, since he came to this world, he has rehearsed Sima Qian countless times in his mind, and he even designed the appearance and dress when he met, and even conceived the first sentence he wanted to say.

He believed that it should be a very beautiful encounter, and that it should be the beginning of a real exchange between modern people and ancient history.

As a result, things are not so rosy, and Sima Qian is a cold man who seems not used to having a deep conversation with strangers.

This is something that cannot be helped, the cow can't force his head if he doesn't drink water.

I fell asleep in a daze, and when I woke up, it was already dawn.

Sima Tan's prison was empty, their father and son were not there, and Yun Lang was a little inexplicably flustered.

"Cell boss, cell boss, where are the father and son who live across from me?"

The cell head, who had already been fed by Zhang Lian and them, said with a smile on his face: "Taishi ordered Sima to talk about today's court, and his son followed. ”

Yun Lang glanced at the salute left by Sima Tan's father and son, calmed down a little in his heart, and asked.

"When am I going to go to church?"

The cell boss said in surprise: "You don't have to go to court, the document that the villain received is to detain you for sixty days, and there is no other punishment." ”

"Do you know what the old man across the street has done? You won't be tortured, will you? ”

The cell boss's eyes widened and said, "That old man was just said by His Majesty that the corpse is on top of it, it is not a big crime, how can he be punished by corruption?" ”

After saying that, seeing that Yun Lang seemed to be very disappointed, he lowered his voice and said: "This old man is just a Taishi Ling, and he doesn't have too many joints in the court, if Sima wants to let this old man be corrupted, it's not impossible." ”

Yun Lang was taken aback by the cell leader's words, and hurriedly said, "Who wants that to be castrated?" Just ask casually. ”

The head of the cell still had a shy face: "There are also two people who have been tortured in the prison, if Sima is curious, the villain can arrange it, but one of the wounds on the lower body has festered, and the smell is unpleasant, and the other seems to be better, and he can already pee after inserting the wheat straw these days, that is, he always wets the bed......"

Yun Lang almost covered his ears, looked at the cell head in a daze and finished those disgusting words, waved his hand at the cell head with difficulty, and sat behind the desk, ready to write something, he was not at home for sixty days, and there were many things to arrange at home.

For example, the fence needs to be further heightened, and the muddy work must be done before it freezes.

For example, the silk and silk silk at home are about to start selling, and Liu Po wants a good idea of a high price, but Yun Lang still thinks that he will leave a simple name first.

There can be no more chickens, ducks and geese at home, and after raising so many poultry for two years in a row, he is very worried that chicken plague will occur due to pollution.

If chicken plague occurs, it will cause fatal damage to the newly emerging poultry breeding industry in Shanglinyuan.

Not only can we not continue to increase poultry farming, but at this time, we should gradually eliminate some adult chickens and start breeding Yun's second-generation chicks with egg production as an indicator.

Only by constantly improving the species of poultry will the survival rate be higher.

What worries Yun Lang the most is not whether there will be some trouble and some losses in the family because the dragons are leaderless.

It's the skull-ridden Mausoleum barracks......

There are too many things to explain, Yun Lang unconsciously wrote more than a dozen catties of bamboo slips, and Yun Lang is almost used to the bulkiness of bamboo slips.

When it was almost noon, Sima Tan returned to the cell with the support of Sima Qian, and Sima Tan's hands trembled a little...... Sima Qian seemed to have just cried, and his eyes were red.

This is a must, to enter the Lieutenant's Mansion, whether there is any guilt or not, it is necessary to take a beating and kill the mighty stick first, even if Sima Tan is Taishi Ling, he can't escape this pass.

Sima Tan held on to the cell door and smiled at Yun Lang: "Does Xiaolang still have wine in his hand?" ”

Ten strokes of the spine, this is a must, and it is also a cardinal number, Sima Tan is Taishi Ling, who has been punished lightly, and still received ten strokes of the board.

This time, Sima Tan asked for wine not for the sake of drinking, but to use wine to wash the red and swollen back of the beaten, and it is said that this will quickly reduce the swelling.

I don't know which nonsense it is, but the swollen back that has been beaten with a stick is even more red and swollen after being cleaned by the liquor.

Sima Qian saw that his father's back was swollen, not only did he not worry, but said to his father happily: "The blood is about to come out, Ye Ye endure it a little longer, and when the swelling is bigger, the child will prick the blood with an iron needle and release all the blood bruises. ”

Yun Lang couldn't help but speak: "At this time, shouldn't you use ice water to clean the wound, and then use the handkerchief fished out of the ice water to cover the red and swollen places?" ”

Sima Qian glanced at Yun Lang with disdain and said, "I've seen ......."

This is an obvious refusal to help, Yun Lang shook his head helplessly, sat opposite Sima Tan, and watched the red and swollen parts of his back finally turn purple, and watched Sima Qian casually find an iron needle, and picked the skin behind his father.