The lectures for three consecutive days, from Sima Xiangru to Zhao Juan and Wang Zang, can be said to have their own characteristics and colorful. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the past three days, Yan Ming has eaten hot pot for them three times a day, and the hot pot is full of mutton and a few kinds of green vegetables.

The first day was fine, and a few people ate with relish.

The next day, Sima Xiangru was a little unable to eat, and Zhao Juan Wang Zang could barely eat a few bites, but it was also difficult to swallow.

On the third day, as soon as the hot pot at noon was served, Sima Xiangru stopped doing it, and directly exchanged the coarse tea and light rice in his hand with Yan San.

Zhao Juan and Wang Zang also changed their meals with Yan Ping and the others respectively, and they didn't eat hot pot when they were killed.

Yan Ming's approach, Dongfang Shuo saw it in his eyes, but he didn't make a sound.

He knew that his younger brother was full of flowers, and there must be a reason for doing this now.

Yan Ming smiled and watched them rob the workers of their food, so he had to put down his chopsticks. Seriously, these two days have been full of hot pot, and I have eaten enough.

simply gave Yan Ping and others to improve the food, and the hot pot meat and dipping sauce on a table were cheaper for a few people.

Old man Lu was also called by Yan Ping, sat around the edge of the hot pot, and ate happily.

Yan Ming held a bowl of brown rice in his hand and said with a smile: "Isn't the hot pot delicious?" I have to come to eat brown rice. ”

Dongfang Shuo smiled and said nothing, Sima Xiangru shook his head and said: "Hot pot is good, but you can always eat it, even the delicacies of the mountains and seas are also greasy." ”

Zhao Juan and Wang Zang ate with their heads bored.

Although these two people were Confucian disciples, they were extremely small. Now that the hot pot has been going on for three consecutive days, it can be regarded as a little tired of eating them.

Yan Ming looked at the two of them and said, "Zhao Juan and Wang Zang, although the taste of this hot pot is good, it is always difficult to swallow!" ”

Zhao Juan nodded, savoring Yan Ming's words.

Wang Zang had a black line on his face, bowed his head to eat, and was silent.

Yan Ming didn't want to offend them. In doing so, he did not want the Han Dynasty to repeat the practice of respecting Confucianism in later generations, resulting in the extinction of a hundred schools of thought and a great loss to Chinese culture. The second is that they feel that Zhao Juan and Wang Zang are not annoying, although they are greedy for money, they are not guilty to death, and they want to save their lives.

"Sometimes, things in the world are the same as this meal, always eating one thing, and everyone will be disgusted. Only when all kinds of delicacies are complete, can we reconcile all mouths, so that everyone has their own belonging, and everyone is satisfied, right? Yan Ming smiled and took a bite of brown rice, which did feel very fragrant.

Sima Xiang seemed to have a sudden realization, and Dongfang Shuo showed a hint of realization on his face.

Zhao Juan and Wang Zang glanced at each other, the expression on their faces was not so ugly, and they arched their hands towards Yan Ming.

"Several elder brothers and younger brothers are considered to be in love. The younger brother had no other gifts to give. A few days ago, I asked Yan San to make a few hot pots, please don't dislike a few brothers, so bring them. Yan Ming said with a grin.

The people sitting there were all people who understood, laughed, and Yan San brought the copper hot pot to them. When I arrived in Chang'an in the future, I invited some powerful people with heads and faces, which was also a novelty and delicious thing.

After lunch, Yan Ming sent the four of them away.

Before leaving, Dongfang Shuo took Yan Ming's hand and said, "Brother, your words today have made my brother wake up a lot. When I go back this time, I would like to ask the emperor to send me to the north. I heard that there were gods living there, so the emperor asked me to pay a visit. ”

Yan Ming took Dongfang Shuo's hand and said, "Brother, don't forget to come to me before leaving." ”

Dongfang Shuo nodded, he had been in the palace for a while, although he was favored by the emperor, but after all, he was regarded as a courtier.

This is not what he is after. Dongfang Shuo is an ambitious person, how can an aspiring person be willing to be a courtier.

Sima Xiangru was very kind to Yan Ming, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about the Oriental course, Brother Yan, I can come to class." "Feelings: Sima Xiangru is also addicted to returning to his old business.

Zhao Juan and Wang Zang thought about Yan Ming's words, but just arched their hands and didn't say anything.

Leaving Maolingtun, Sima Xiangru asked Dongfang Shuo Yanming the significance of what he had done in the past few days.

Dongfang Shuo glanced at Zhao Juan and Wang Zang, smiled, and didn't make a sound.

It was still Zhao Juan, who thought for a while and said, "Brother Yan may be thinking about our brothers. Isn't it the same as asking the emperor to respect Confucianism and alienate other doctrines wholeheartedly as if we were to make the emperor eat only hot pot every day? ”

"Brother Yan looks down on us Confucians. Using the delicacy of hot pot as a metaphor for Confucianism is considered to be kind-hearted. Wang Zang also understood what Yan Ming meant at this moment, and said with a smile.

"What Brother Yan means, I understand. But there are some things, once you have done it, you can't back down. Zhao Qian looked righteous and awe-inspiring.

Wang Zang also nodded.

Dongfang Shuo and Sima Xiangru glanced at each other and did not make a sound. However, a thought arose in the hearts of the two of them at the same time, that is, to distance themselves from these two people in the future.

Yan Ming only gave them hot pot, which was a kind reminder between brothers, and it was harmless.

And these two wholeheartedly wanted to give the emperor only Confucianism, and now it's okay. Once the emperor turns his face that day, I'm afraid it won't be a good thing.

The four of them, each with their own thoughts, embarked on the road back to Chang'an.

Yan Ming was lying in his hut at this time, reflecting on himself.

Although Zhao Juan and Wang Zangren are good, they have a fatal flaw, which Yan Ming just discovered and remembered.

Just when Yan San was loading them with copper hot pot, Zhao Juan and Wang Zang's eyes were shining.

Yan Ming forgot that in this era, copper is gold and money. Although the hot pot he sent was a utensil, it belonged to copper and money.

When these two see money, their eyes will light up, and the road of the eunuch in the future can be imagined.

"I hope they can keep their names and don't go down the road of no return in history." Yan Ming sighed, and also felt that he was doing things after all.

Although he has a good impression of Zhao Juan and Wang Zang, this kind of rash admonition still provokes the two of them more or less.

Shaking his head, Yan Ming didn't think about it anymore.

The reputation of Hongyantang has now become the loudest existence in all parts of the world.

In the acres of land he planted, corn and potatoes have sprouted and grown, and the green tobacco leaves have also emerged from the ground, waiting for a bumper harvest in autumn.

In three days, the courtyard wall of the Yan family has been torn down by the villagers who are listening to the class.

Yan Shan originally wanted people to re-build it, but Yan Ming did not agree.

It's just open, and it's much more convenient for the villagers to listen to classes in the future, isn't it? Besides, the Yan family has eight masters of 'peace and joy, glory and wealth', who can come in and steal?

The dilapidated wall, let him be in ruins, and leave it for the villagers to sit on. Count when it pours out.

Yan Ming's attitude also affected Yan Shan, and he simply asked Old Man Lu to make the idea of waste materials into stools of different shapes.

Yan Ming had to admire, the wisdom of the ancients was really amazing, giving them drawings, just like throwing bricks and attracting jade, they would extend many things.