"This is the official document of the imperial court that Lang Jun wanted. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "The big girl put a stack of silk books on the desk.

"Where did these come from?" Wang An picked up a silk book and asked while reading it.

"From the chief steward, after the Hou Ye read it, he left what he needed, and handed over the rest to the chief steward to deal with. The chief steward all stayed, just in case. The eldest girl replied.

Wang An didn't know why he came to this era and became Wang Mang's third son. Wang An has already passed that chaotic period, and now he just wants to live carefully. According to the records in the history books, as Wang Mang's son, except for the stupid son Wang An, the other sons-in-law did not end well. Not long ago, Wang Mang's second son, Wang Shu, had been ordered to kill himself for killing slaves. In Wang An's memory, although the second brother is short-tempered, he loves his stupid brother very much, Wang Shu fights with others, a lot of it is for Wang An, the memories of the two Wang An are mixed together, and they can't tell you and me.

Wang An is a little suspicious, because people always have to sleep, and when they sleep, they may dream, and when they dream, they may say that they dream alive, Wang An knows that he has dreamed a lot, but he doesn't know if he has dreamed or not. He suspected that the eldest girl was aware of it, but she was just doing her duty as a personal servant, helping herself adapt to the life of a normal person, and checking and filling in the gaps. No matter what, he can only live under Wang An's name in the future. As the son of Wang Mang, he will leave a few strokes in the history books, as for whether these strokes are a few lines or a few pages, only God knows.

Wang An's efforts are to adapt to his new identity, reading and practicing characters, practicing pronunciation, the difference between Chang'an Zhengyin and modern Chinese is no different from learning a foreign language, but with the previous foundation, he still learns very quickly, or recovers very well.

The so-called best way to learn a foreign language is to read more, read more, and write more, but Wang An is not interested in classics, so he wants to read the newspaper of the Han Dynasty, and work and study at the same time. So casually mentioned it, and the eldest girl found him a stack of court newspapers.

I browsed a few volumes of Di Bao, most of which were the appointment and dismissal of officials, the rewards and punishments of the imperial court, and the news of the Xiongnu disturbing the border and the rebellion of the displaced people. Wang An is not interested in the current Sangong Jiuqing, these people will either become a stepping stone for his cheap father in the near future, or become a whetstone, the so-called Yuntai Twenty-eight generals don't know where they are. However, Wang An also saw a familiar name in the Di Bao, Dong Xian, as the protagonist of the broken sleeves in Chinese history, knows a little bit of history, but just like the famous cuckold public house bereavement, he doesn't know who he is. The emperor often rewarded Dong Xian with large sums of money and land. Wang An sighed absently, there is a lot of gold in the Western Han Dynasty, and the emperor of the Western Han Dynasty is not short of money.

After reading these official documents, Wang An summed it up, first, judging from the fact that the emperor often changes the big Sima and the prime minister, the emperor still does not control the court situation, and can only reflect his existence through constant substitutions. Second, the Xiongnu were no longer a big trouble, and Shan Yu's status was greatly reduced, which made it difficult for the Xiongnu to gather a large army to invade the Central Plains, so the Xiongnu could only plunder on a small scale in Longxi and the northern border, and could not go deep into the Central Plains. Third, the problem of displaced people is getting more and more serious, and what is reported in the Di newspaper is that the displaced people in various places have killed officials and rebelled, and they are all local people who cannot be eliminated and cannot cover up the need for the center to mobilize a large army to quell the rebellion.

The more Wang An looked at it, the more he felt that the green forest red eyebrows after twenty years were running towards him, he couldn't stay in the mansion anymore, he should find something to do, Wang An thought in his heart, running away also needs money, and it takes a lot of money.

"Big girl, how much money do we have?" Wang An asked. The eldest girl is not only Wang An's teacher, but also Wang An's housekeeper and bookkeeper.

The eldest girl thought for a while and replied, "Ten gold cakes, thirty-two gold sentences, and about twenty taels of five baht." ”

One pound in the Han Dynasty is equivalent to half a pound in later generations, a gold cake weighs about one catty, which can be exchanged for five baht and 10,000 yuan, ten gold cakes are worth 100,000 yuan, and a big gold cake is about equal to fifteen gold judgments. And on the imperial court's palace newspaper, the emperor rewarded Dong Xian with 10,000 yuan at one time, what a lot of money that was, Wang An drooled when he thought about it.

"How many acres of land can you buy with this money?" Wang An asked.

"Lang Jun plans to buy land? Lord Hou strictly forbids all Lang Jun to buy land, and violators of the family law will serve. ”

"Really?"

"No", the eldest girl shook her head, "Lang Jun doesn't worry about food and clothing, what's the use of buying land?" ”

"The so-called unity of knowledge and action, knowing is one thing, and how to do it is another. I just want to see if I can manage a Zhuangzi well. ”

The eldest girl thought for a while: "If this is the case, in fact, there is no need to buy land, Mrs. has a Zhuangzi by the Yushui River, which is Yichun Hou, that is, Lang Jun's maternal grandfather, and it was given to Mrs. in Xinye Land." This Zhuangzi has no one in charge, why doesn't Lang Jun beg his wife? ”

Erya also interjected: "Madame planned to send someone over a few days ago, but the Hou Ye didn't agree, so she had to give up." ”

"Okay, good, good," Wang An stood up, walked around a few times, and said, "Prepare pen and ink." I'm going to write a love letter to my mother. "If you can stay away from Wang Mang, no matter how hard and tired Wang An is, she is willing.

When resting at night, Mrs. Wang took out a roll of bamboo slips and handed it to Wang Mang, saying: "This is a love letter written by San Lang, he wants to take care of Wangjiazhuang by the Yushui River and try his own catties." ”

Wang Mang said: "I've already seen it, San Lang also sent me a copy, after all, it is Madame's Zhuangzi, and Madame is in charge." ”

Wang Shi Dao; "Since Master Hou agrees, it's not good for the concubine to say anything." Wang touched the bamboo slip: "This is the first time in more than ten years that San Lang has written to me." As long as San Lang is happy, what if he gives Zhuangzi to him. It's just that Saburo's words are ugly, and there are more typos, so I forgot to avoid it. ”

Wang wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "The concubine is worried that San Lang will be deceived now, and she is worried about his body bones. ”

"Saburo hasn't left yet, Madame is worried about this, worried about that. Isn't Mr. Cui there, let Mr. Cui teach him. Mrs. is worried about San Lang's body bones, and I have already thought about it, Shen Tu'an's son Shen Tuchen is the same age as San Lang, and his medical skills are also good, so he can come over to be a companion for San Lang. Wang Mang thought for a while, "Since Mrs. Zhuangzi gave it to him, didn't Your Majesty give me five hundred gold cakes, and give him fifty." ”

The next day, when Wang An went to greet his mother, Wang, Wang took out the title deed and sixty gold cakes, and Wang himself added ten gold cakes. Wang looked at Wang An and said, "San Lang has the heart to go through the experience, and my mother is very happy." It's just that San Lang has just recovered from a serious illness, and he still needs to pay attention to his body and don't be too tired. San Lang has made up his mind, and his mother is not good at nagging anything, but there is something to explain to you, there is an old Mr. Cui in Zhuangzi, he is from the Qinghe Cui family, and he is a disciple of the great Confucian Wang Ji. Your father has the heart to let you worship him as a teacher, and has already written a letter to him, as for whether it can be successful, it depends on your performance, and you have to listen to Mr. Cui's opinion more if you have something. ”

Wang An gave a deep salute to Wang: "The child understands, please rest assured that the mother." ”