Liang Gang returned, followed by a man and woman of twenty-five or sixteen, apparently the son and daughter-in-law of the opposite family.

The man was honest-looking, carrying a large eared earthen pot in both hands, on which was steaming; The woman looks quite beautiful, but she lowers her eyebrows and lowers her head, does not look at people or talk to people, looks like a little daughter-in-law who is angry, holding a wooden plate with both hands, there are nearly twenty pancakes on the plate, and a few pairs of dishes and chopsticks.

In a remote mountain village, a tael of silver is not a small amount, its purchasing power is quite amazing, for a few people in the house for many days of food needs, plus the villagers are simple, so the husband and wife received a tael of silver, Zhang Luo is very attentive when eating.

"Uncle Pang, have you come to your house?" The man put down the crockpot and greeted Pang Zhe with a smile.

The woman put the wooden plate on a rough dining table, picked up the rag and cleaned up the dining table, and her eyes inadvertently fell on Zhu Qiming's face. Those eyes lit up instantly.

Zhu Qiming couldn't read the meaning in her gaze, he couldn't know the strong desire of an infertile woman to have children in her heart, and it was difficult to get a glimpse of the infertile woman's love when she saw her child, everyone wanted to recognize it as her own son, he just felt that the pair of eyes were a little like a mother concubine, like Aunt Fang.

So, Zhu Qiming smiled at her.

After the husband and wife left, Zhu Qiming approached the crockpot and found that it was full of millet porridge.

Liang Gang and Xu Gong hurriedly had breakfast, one went to patrol in the distance, and the other went to the bottom of the mountain to guard.

Zhu Qiming slowly tasted millet porridge and pancakes, and suddenly experienced the comfort of being in Lujia Village. At this moment, he felt that being in the countryside with a well-educated person had a unique mountain dwelling poetry. However, what disappointed him was that looking at the shabby wooden shed and looking at Pang Zhe, who looked at people coldly, how could he still have half the interest of "opening a noodle garden and talking about wine"?

After breakfast, Zhu Qiming returned to the straw mat, raised his eyes to look out of the door, and saw the daughter-in-law holding the wooden basin and walking towards the east.

Zhu Qiming didn't want to drill into the pile of women, he turned his head to look at Pang Zhe, and wanted to talk to him.

Looking from the side, I saw Pang Zhe kneeling on the straw mat, his posture seemed to be frozen, his beard swayed slightly in the wind, his face was extremely cold, his eyes were like torches, and the whole person seemed to have completely entered a state of contemplation.

Occasionally, he reached out to take a pancake from the plate beside him, and accidentally brought half of the dead grass with him, so he stuffed the cake and grass into his mouth and chewed slowly.

Hey! Zhu Qiming wanted to remind Pang Zhe to give up the withered grass, but he was afraid that rashly speaking out would destroy the deep artistic conception in the contemplative's mind, so he had to let Pang Zhe treat the withered grass as a pickle.

At this time, Pang Zhe seems to have transcended the outside world, completely living in his own soul world, all pleasure seems to come from the spiritual level, and eating has become a mechanical act to meet the minimum survival needs, as for the taste of pancakes, you can not feel it.

Such a person is either holy or wise!

Zhu Qiming couldn't help but feel sorry for Daming. There is no shortage of hermits in the Ming Dynasty, after reading the books of the sages, the real masters are often in Leshan and Leshui, and can not be used by the imperial court, and those who are clamoring for the temple are not lacking in all kinds of fame and fortune.

Secretly sighed, and at a glance saw that Pang Zhe had a book beside him, Zhu Qiming stood up, walked over there lightly and took the book, and when he looked at the cover, it turned out to be "Information and Government Tongjian"!

Zhu Qiming pursed his lips, slowly put down the "General Guide to Information and Administration", and tiptoed back to his straw mat.

"Your Highness disdains to read the "General Guide to Seniority?"

Pang Zhe's sudden voice surprised Zhu Qiming, thinking that "Information and Administration Tongjian" was regarded as a textbook-like reading book by the Ming monarchs, but he didn't think so. Sima Guang compared Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty with Qin Shi Huang and criticized it wantonly, which made Zhu Qiming unable to accept it at all, so he decisively abandoned the book.

In Zhu Qiming's mind, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty is an emperor through the ages, the premier frontier pioneer, and today's Guangdong, South China Sea, Guizhou, Yunnan and other places are all given by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, becoming the basic territory of the Han people's reproduction, and its merits will be left to future generations! Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was also the first emperor to set his sights beyond the Great Wall, allowing the Tianwei of the Han Dynasty to spread far north of the Great Wall and its east and west ends.

In that era when wolves were looking around, there was never an existing trade route in front of the ancestors, and the so-called Silk Road was built by the warriors of the Han Wu Emperor era to break through the siege and fight inch by inch!

Compared with Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Sima Guang was more like a scholar who paid attention to science and morality, had elegant sentiments, and upheld the Confucian concept of rule by virtue, but he was simply unable to solve the profound social crisis faced by the Great Song Dynasty, so Zhu Qiming was reluctant to read Sima Guang's "General Knowledge of Information and Administration".

"Sir, I once read "General Knowledge of Senior Affairs" in my later life, but Sima Guang's interpretation of historical facts with family prejudices is biased, and my later life especially can't bear his bad comments about Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty."

Zhu Qiming's criticism of Sima Guang was quite polite, but in later generations, Han scholars in the Qing Dynasty felt the shame and humiliation of the Song and Ming dynasties being wiped out by foreign races, so they were very disdainful of Sima Guang. Wu Yuchui, a scholar of the Qing Dynasty, pointed out: "The Song people exhausted China's financial resources, bribed the Kou, and stole peace, resulting in the people's livelihood being left to the left and the liver and brain ruined. retreated to cross the river and sail, but he misled the country with peace and discussion! What Emperor Wu did, how could the Song people discuss? ”

What Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty did, how can you, a Song man who lost his territory all the way, be qualified to evaluate! The face crackled.

Pang Zhe turned around, his face gradually softened, "It seems that His Highness admires Emperor Wu of Han very much." ”

Zhu Qiming hurriedly changed his posture and knelt on the seat, feeling a little happy in his heart, "I hope Mr. will teach you." In the eyes of his later life, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was lustful, cruel, like parades, witches, and all his faults were lost, but he had great virtues, and his great virtues made those small failures seem insignificant. Emperor Wu is eloquent and strategic, has the courage to give up who I am, flatten the four razes, remove the troubles, and benefit the lives of the two Han Dynasty, but unfortunately the day is not a holiday, if Emperor Wu can live for hundreds of years, then he will not be in a hurry to the war in his later years, but will be in accordance with the country's generosity and fierceness, recuperation for decades, in order to make another difference, if so, my Chinese Tianwei will be far away! Where did the defeat of the Song Dynasty in later generations and the current Ming Tartar thieves suffer? ”

Pang Zhe laughed again and again, "I am clumsy, but I underestimated His Highness's insight." Most of the people in the world are good at forgetting the ancient Yinjian, after a few days of peace, they think they can step on Emperor Wu's foot, and wait until the whole country is bullied by barbarians, and when the day is not safe, they will think of Emperor Wu, but Emperor Wu can no longer be obtained, which is the sorrow of my descendants in China! ”

Pang Zhe groaned slightly, his face turned solemn, "Your Highness, you might as well take a look at today, above the temples of the Ming Dynasty, are there still few characters like Sima Guang?" They can maintain the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty for a short time, but it is not enough to eliminate the internal and external troubles of the Ming Dynasty; They shout for peace every day, but they will completely bury peace! ”

Pang Zhe's words hit the nail on the head, and the implication seemed to be alluding to the assistant minister, Zhu Qiming seemed to understand after hearing this, but he knew that if he wanted to transform the wealth of the Ming Dynasty into real national strength and form external tension, it was not something ordinary people could do.

Pang Zhe's eyes floated with a hint of deep meaning, "Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty ascended to the pole at the age of sixteen, and today's great son of heaven ascended to the pole at the age of nine, a few years have passed, the Son of Heaven is about to become an adult, and the young Son of Heaven at this time must have a dream of Emperor Wu, if he can get rid of the constraints of a group of old people, the Son of Heaven may become a generation of heroes; On the contrary, if Pepsi is decided by the old ministers, the future life of the Ming Dynasty will not be much better than that of the Song Dynasty. ”

Zhu Qiming was shocked in his heart and looked at Pang Zhe in surprise.

Pang Zhe smiled indifferently, "The Empress Dowager can't ask about politics, although the Son of Heaven is not happy to see the Empress Dowager not hesitating, but maybe he is happy to see the Empress Dowager not asking about the government, at this time, the Son of Heaven must still want to break free of the other hand, so the Son of Heaven's mind is all on the auxiliary minister, but the Son of Heaven is too young, and it is inevitable that he will repeatedly hit the wall." ”

Zhu Qiming was shocked again, and immediately forgot about the government, and his mind suddenly returned to his own situation. The emperor's grandmother is uncertain, and the emperor and the auxiliary ministers are secretly competing, so his own prince has naturally become an insignificant little person who has no time for others to take care of. It seems hard to say no to such speculation!

I felt a little sad in my heart, and looked out of the door blankly, only to see the daughter-in-law at the door returning from laundry, and suddenly saw a man in his thirties coming out of nowhere and blocking in front of her.

The man was dressed in a shirt, and by this outfit, he knew that he was a student, commonly known as Xiucai in the countryside. However, the reader behaved frivolously and had a disgusting expression on his face.

"Zhang Xiucai."

The woman dodged left and right, but she never got rid of the entanglement of the lewd man, and at this moment, the woman's husband went out of his door, said hello honestly and honestly, and then nodded straight at the lewd man. The woman took the plane back home.

The lewd man named Zhang Xiucai perfunctorily looked at each other, stretching his neck from time to time to look inside the house, and seemed to have no intention of leaving.

The old woman on the other side of the door appeared, she took a broom, swept the ground in front of the door, the range of action was very large, and occasionally dust drifted towards Zhang Xiucai, Zhang Xiucai dodged from time to time, and finally left in a huff.

After Pang Zhe saw this, he shook his head again and again, "I read the books of sages all day long, and I don't have the ability to govern the country and the world, but I have learned a lot of fancy intestines, which is really sweeping!" ”

Zhu Qiming was young and didn't know much about many things, and it wasn't until he heard Pang Zhe's words that he understood that Zhang Xiucai turned out to be a disciple!

What he saw in the world was completely different from what he thought in the palace at the beginning, through the governor of Baoan Prefecture, and then through the mystery of Jinyun Pavilion, he glimpsed the corruption of the upper bureaucratic intellectuals, and in a few years, he would also perceive the impoverishment of the lower intellectuals. The growing number of students has become a peculiar group, they just want to study and become officials, in addition, there is nothing else, but there are only more than 100 people who can be listed every three years, and the vast majority of students are not allowed to enter the ranks for life, and they are poor and destitute all their lives, and some of them have started to think crookedly and become a local public nuisance.

The funny thing is that it seems difficult for Confucian students to cultivate into a character like Yanagishita Megumi, and if they are not careful, it is easy to become a disciple!