"Although Shaobai is not very old, he is like thunder about your name. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoI heard that there are more than 80,000 volumes in your Qingluo Mountain House, is it true? ”

Song Lian laughed and said: "You know a lot about the old man, there are indeed more than 80,000 books in the Qingluo Mountain House, which are all collected by the old man with great pains. If you satisfy the old man, I will give you the small Song version of "The Collection of the Spring and Autumn Classics". ”

Oh? "The copies of the Spring and Autumn Classics have been destroyed in the war, and now you have a unique copy in your hand, do you really give it to me?" Hearing his words, Yu Shaobai was a little surprised, just this book can make his children and grandchildren eat and drink without worry.

"Books are meant to teach, not to be hidden in a room. No matter how good a book is, it loses its teaching meaning, and it is just waste paper. ”

Yu Shaobai arched his hand and said, "The late student was taught. In that case, I said it. If I give advice to the emperor, Qin Shi Huang's method can be used for reference, for the officials who accept the fate of the imperial court must be personally accepted by the emperor, not through the hands of other officials, and the Tang and Song Dynasty palace examinations can not be abandoned, you can recommend the descendants into the capital, and the emperor will interview in person. ”

"The emperor has every opportunity, if he can't find time for the palace test, what should he do?"

"The emperor can't spare time, so he can let the famous Confucian in the capital be the examiner, but the emperor doesn't seem to like literati very much."

Yu Shaobai's careless words made Song Lian's face change slightly. Raising his eyes to look at the young man, he said with a smile: "You can say this, it seems that you really know a lot about the affairs of the court." That's right, the emperor can completely hand over the matter to the famous Confucians, but he only believes in the Huaixi military generals, and the Wenchen ...... Alas~"

Looking at Song Lian sighing, Yu Shaobai knew that he was bitter in his heart, as the head of the founding civil officials, he only became a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy of the fifth grade in the end, and the size of the official rank was not the point, but it could be seen that the emperor despised the literati. If you say that there are people who are more bitter than him, there are ~ that is Liu Ji. The credit is no less than that of Li Shanchang, but in the end, he only sealed the sincerity of the uncle, and this grievance can only be tasted by himself.

"If the emperor really attaches importance to literati, there is no need for the imperial examination, the recruitment list is pasted, and the servants are like clouds, where there will be so many troubles."

Hearing this, Yu Shaobai nodded slightly. Old man Zhu himself is a clay leg, he hates literati from the bottom of his heart, to put it bluntly, because of his inferiority, he always feels that the literati look down on him, the soil emperor who was born as a cowherd baby.

And the famous Confucians all over the Ming Dynasty do not buy the old man Zhu's account, when the founding of the People's Republic of China, the edict of recruiting talents was issued, and the capital gathered a lot of Confucians, but the Confucians did not come, either retreating to the mountains and forests, or repairing books at home, none of them intended to assist him, and finally the old man Zhu only sent someone to invite, even if the famous Confucians in the thatched cottage were still unwilling to go, which made the lack of personnel in the bureaucratic team after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, opened the imperial examination, and took the examination for three consecutive years, not looking at the quality, as long as the quantity.

"Later life felt that when every dynasty was first established, those in power would attach importance to military attachés. Civilian officials rule the world, and military attachés secure the country. Now the Ming Dynasty is still in the period of creation, there are remnants of Yuan in the north, King Liang in the south, the border is not settled, the national foundation is not stable, and the status of the military attache in the emperor's mind is incomparable to the civil officials, but ...... Military attachés are worse than civilian officials. ”

Song Lian said with a smile: "This is true, when the enemies of the Ming Dynasty are wiped out, it will be a civilian rule." It is difficult to reflect the value of the generals, but unfortunately the old man should not be able to wait for that time. ”

"Why do you say that?"

"The old man is tired of the court disputes, and the name of the head of the founding ministers on his head makes me walk on thin ice. The old man once asked the emperor to return to his hometown, but he was not allowed, so he could only continue to stay in the capital, which was a place of right and wrong. ”

Hearing this, Yu Shaobai sighed in his heart. Song Lian, a Confucian who was so indifferent to fame and fortune, died in the hands of Old Man Zhu in the end, who is to blame...... If you want to blame, blame Song Lian's uncompetitive grandson.

"Some people are trying to leave the court, and some people want to serve in the court. Compared with adults, it is better to be ashamed of yourself. ”

"Oh? Do you want to be an official too? ”

Yu Shaobai said with a smile: "The young students in this world study hard, and the purpose is to change their fate. There is no one in ten who is really for the people, and in his later life, he just wanted to marry a daughter-in-law, pass on the ancestry, support his mother, and live a dull life. It's just that my future father-in-law is willing to marry his daughter to me if I am an official, so I want to be an official. ”

"Are you honest enough, do you want the old man to write a letter of recommendation for you?"

Yu Shaobai arched his hand: "Don't you dare to be a late student, it's not difficult to be an official for a late life, but it's hard to be a clean official." ”

"Then what do you think a Qing official should look like?" Song Lian asked with interest.

Yu Shaobai pondered for a while and said slowly: "You are more greedy than corrupt officials, and more evil than evil officials." ”

"Oh?" Song Lian didn't expect him to say this, "More greedy than a corrupt official, isn't that a big corrupt official?" Where does the clear word come from? ”

"There is such a saying among the people, it is reasonable that good people have short lives, and bad people live for thousands of years. Why are there so few clean officials, because if you choose to be a clean official, you have to face a group of corrupt officials, if you are not as bad as them, how can you win them. They are greedy for what they take from the people and use it for themselves. A truly smart clean official is to take out the money bags of corrupt officials and use them for the people. ”

Song Lian couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard this, "Yes, you are really different." Now that the weather is just right, how about you go to Qingluo Mountain with the old man? ”

Yu Shaobai hurriedly stood up, "Then thank you for the book." ”

The two of them went out of the courtyard of the Song family together, got into the carriage and rushed to Qingluo Mountain, along the way Yu Shaobai noticed that there were cries from time to time in the roadside villages, Song Lian was dazzled and his ears were not good, so he naturally didn't notice, but Yu Shaobai saw it clearly, the villages along the way seemed to have an earthquake, and the thatched houses collapsed.

Could it be because of the hailstorm? Only then did Yu Shaobai realize that the hail that fell last night might be a natural disaster, and what he didn't know was that Pujiang was not the most serious place for this natural disaster.

Half an hour later, the carriage came to the foot of Qingluo Mountain, and saw the broken branches around him, Yu Shaobai's face changed slightly, and Song Lian on the side finally realized that the hail was a bit harmful yesterday, stretched out his hand and pointed to the distance, and said hurriedly: "Hurry up, the old man must hold on~"

Seeing him trembling on the dirt road, the servants behind him were unreliable, and he fell a few times, Yu Shaobai was afraid that he would also fall, so he hurriedly came to him.

"My lord, I'm running fast, let me carry you, so hurry up."

Song Lian wiped the sweat off his face, and was worried in his heart, so he let Yu Shaobai carry him.

Yu Shaobai could have used light skills, but he was afraid of scaring adults, after all, literati don't like martial artists very much, Yu Shaobai just kept jumping on the mountain road, jumping two feet.

Even so, Song Lian was still a little surprised, Yu Shaobai only said that he jumped farther than ordinary people. Soon Yu Shaobai stopped in front of an attic.

Song Lian stood at the door, looked at his hide, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately there were a few big locust trees next to the hide to block the hail, otherwise this long-disrepaired hide would probably be smashed.

"Your Excellency...... Don't you lock the door? ”

Hearing Yu Shaobai's words, Song Lian looked at the wooden door and couldn't help but be stunned. "How did this door open on its own?"

"It can't be a thief, right?"

Being reminded by Yu Shaobai like this, Song Lian panicked, looked left and right, picked up a piece of wood and rushed in, scaring Yu Shaobai on the side with his fierce appearance. Is this still the great Confucianism in his mind? It's scary, right? Maybe that's the power of books, to drive people crazy.

Yu Shaobai hurriedly caught up, and as soon as he climbed to the second floor, he saw Song Lian chasing an old man shouting between the bookshelves, and he was a little puzzled, because from their conversation, they seemed to know each other.

"You stop for the old man! Who let you in! ”

"Song Lian! It is your honor for the old man to read your book, and you are still hypocritical. ”

"Say it again, see that I don't break your legs!"

"This descendant, you come to judge the theory, is this surnamed Song too unreasonable!" The old man stood behind Yu Shaobai, panting and saying.

"Yu Gongzi, get out of the way, let me kill this old guy!"

Yu Shaobai was sandwiched between the two, really helpless. In the end, he could only say loudly: "Two of you! It's all gone! Let's sit down and talk about it! ”

When the old man behind him heard this, he said with a smile: "I'll give this future a face, Song Lian...... You're old, don't be so petty. As he spoke, he was already sitting in front of the desk and poured himself a glass of wine, completely ignoring Song Lian's anger.

Yu Shaobai hurriedly stopped Lord Song and persuaded: "My lord, he came uninvited, Li is on your side, what are you anxious about?" If he is in a hurry, he is in a hurry, and if it spreads, he will not be able to guarantee the late season. What do you say......"

Hearing this, Song Lian nodded slightly, handed the wooden stick to Yu Shaobai, straightened his clothes, and sat opposite the old man with a disdainful expression.

The old man stretched out his hand and pointed at Yu Shaobai, looking like he hated iron but not steel: "You said that you are in this offspring, how can you help him?" He's just an old donkey, stubborn to death, and you'll have absolutely nothing to do in the future? ”

Yu Shaobai was a little embarrassed by what the old man said, so he could only arch his hand, "The younger generation is just telling the truth, this place is the collection of Lord Song, if you come uninvited, you are trespassing on the private house, and if you don't ask for it, you will steal." ”

"It's a book, no"

Before the old man finished speaking, Yu Shaobai said: "Even if this is a book, it is also Lord Song's personal belongings, you can borrow it in person, and if you take it behind your back, you will steal it, and you will still steal it." ”

"You...... Why is your kid talking so ugly, Song Lian, where did you find the offspring, why don't you know the etiquette? How could he say that about the old man! The old man's glass heart seemed to be stimulated by the word stealing, and he tugged at Song Lian's sleeve, a little emotional.

Song Lian wiped the tone on his face and pushed him away. "You're embarrassed to talk about etiquette, you are also a well-known literati, but you are disrespectful to the elderly, can you blame others?"

Fame? When Yu Shaobai heard these four words, he remembered that the person in front of him was Song Lian, and the peers he knew well must also be a great character, but he couldn't think of any literati like this in the early Ming Dynasty? It's too ruined. (To be continued.) )