The golden autumn is approaching, and the joy of autumn harvest has begun on the entire Jinghu South Road.

This also means that this difficult time has finally passed. Jinghu South Road, seven prefectures, except for the southernmost Daozhou, which has not suffered much damage and can barely deal with it, the remaining six prefectures have relied on the disaster grain of Yongzhou to survive the famine in the past few months.

The state officials have reported the good news, this is since the founding of the country, the most timely disaster relief, the most stable state and county one, the state officials, in addition to patting the sycophants, the emperor's grace, but also Yongzhou businessmen to make disaster relief achievements have also added, of course, for what they have done, they are humble and humble.

This civil official understands that the more he writes like this, the more he appears to be lofty, and Li Boyan is completely ignorant of this anyway. Five days ago, he had already posted a heroic post, inviting talented literati from all over Jinghu Road to gather in Orange Island to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting for the rest of his life.

In this regard, some pretentious Confucian scholars scoffed, thinking that this move was completely a businessman's self-proclaimed obscene style. But for most Xiangjiang talents, it is still worth visiting.

Even if it wasn't for Li Boyan, this week, Bida, Lu Fangweng, Zhao Ruyu and other talented people at that time, how could they miss the opportunity to ask for advice. What's more, the ships of Yongzhou Dongfeng are all moored at the ports of various states, and those who want to go are on the ship.

In order to thank the people who have been favored by the Li family in the past few months, the states have buried a few eggs of newly milled rice and sent them to the merchant ships. They don't understand poetry, but they know what the grace of dripping water is.

On Orange Island, it has also been picked up. A large open space was carved out, paved with gravel, and red lanterns were carried with wooden stakes around it, which was particularly festive.

However, all this is so dazzling in the eyes of most of the students left in Yuelu Academy.

"It's too much! This Li Boyan is simply too much! Relying on his own money, he dares to provoke us so blatantly, sir, what should I do? ”

Fu Guang looked at his student lightly, and he didn't know what to say.

"Read more and watch less of these things of fame and fortune."

This sentence has often been on the lips since Hui Weng retired from the altar of the emperor.

And yet what an irony.

Oh, I have been beautiful all my life, and when I was old, I was beaten off the horse, but I wanted to persuade people not to fight for fame and fortune, and to study with peace of mind?

Amusing!

All beings shook their heads and sighed, although they sat on the lecture hall, their hearts were uncertain.

Since the summer and autumn, Zhu Yuanhui has never been out of the Shan'an, staying in that side of the world all day long, concentrating on talking. Chen Chun, Huang Gan and other personal disciples can see that their teacher's spiritual head has deteriorated a lot.

Especially after autumn, the legs and feet are even more unfavorable, and the aisles are all supported by people.

"Zhiqing, this Li Boyan is going to hold a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, just over Orange Island, do you want to tell the teacher?"

Huang Gan glanced at the room and whispered, "Is it any difference if you don't tell me?" This time Hunan Road was affected by the disaster, and it was safe and sound, don't you know how big the blow is to the teacher? Excuse me, this Li Boyan wants to do pomp, let him do it, let's guard this academy and help the teacher finish sorting out the writings, which is to do our duty. ”

"Well, then listen to you. I asked Zhaowen to close the courtyard from now on, and what is going on outside, we don't have to go to see it, we don't have to listen to it. ”

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Yongzhou's ship finally headed for Orange Island.

Chen Fuliang also went this time, but he was not at ease, Li Boyan really went to hold a poetry meeting? To hell with it! This bear baby, that is the master who does not make a disturbance for a day and refuses to stop for a day.

It's really going to the business meeting, why bother going all the way and inviting Fang Weng and Lu You back? This is clearly a dragon gate array. If he doesn't follow closely, Li Boyan estimates that he will go to Yuelu to make trouble again.

"Yi Xun, you told the old man, are you really going to hold a poetry meeting?" Chen Fuliang stared at Li Boyan seriously, looking like if you don't tell the truth, the old man will be anxious with you.

Li Boyan smiled and said: "Old Chen, you have asked this more than ten times, let me tell you, just hold a poetry meeting, don't do anything else, even on the shore, we won't set foot on it, don't worry, right?" ”

"Don't pull slogans?"

“……”

Chen Fuliang saw that Li Boyan hesitated, and immediately said: "The original form has been revealed." Tell you, don't think about using your brains, if you dare to slander the obscure man again, I! ”

"You?"

"I'll jump from here!"

Li Boyan took a sip of wine and said, "Your trick works for Mr. Ye, but for me...... So so. ”

I'll rub it, what's wrong with everyone these years? Playing a scoundrel with a young man, this is still shameless.

Zhao Ruyu walked over and said, "Junju, what are you talking about with Da Lang?" ”

"Zhao Xianggong, I am reminding Da Lang again, be polite to Hui Weng, let's establish a new school, not to compete with Taoism, at this point, there is no stake, you can't use Taoism as a backing because you want to establish a new school."

Zhao Ru smiled foolishly: "Junju, you are too worried. Before the Yuelu Literary Association, Hui Weng already had the intention of innovating science, and returning to the humanities is also excellent, so you can rest assured. ”

"Back to the humanities? What do you mean? ”

"Don't fight for fame and fortune, teach people to be good."

Chen Fuliang was stunned for a moment and asked, "What did you say?" ”

Zhao Ruyu looked at Li Boyan.

However, Li Boyan had slipped to the stern. What Zhu Yuanhui meant, he already knew. This time, he came over to see if this master of science, who was determined to become holy after death, could still keep an old face and say these four words in front of everyone.

The ability of the small-scale peasant economy to resist natural disasters is too fragile, if it weren't for Li Boyan's continuous dumping of glaze in exchange for disaster grain, not to mention how many people would starve to death in three months, at least chaos would be certain.

He dared to ascend to Orange Island today, and that was a silent dialectic.

New learning can save the people, and new learning can save the Great Song Dynasty!

Ships from various states are arriving one after another.

When it came time to dock, the merchant ships had to be replaced by small boats. Li Boyan looked at the orange island, the lights were shining, and the head of the orange island that had been cleaned up and filled in was like a pearl on the Xiangjiang River.

Under the sunset, looking at the mountains of Yuelu in the east, the red maples are rustling, and the scenery is prosperous.

I don't know if a successful person back then was as ambitious as Li Boyan is now.

He is a descendant and a predecessor.

A yin and yang coincidence, I met the Great Song Dynasty and the broken mountains and rivers in this prosperous world.

There are many people boating on the river, all because they rushed to the poetry meeting.

With such a ghostly Mid-Autumn Moon on the river, who doesn't want to write magnificent poems in front of everyone.

The sunset ends,

But it was the beginning of the event......