In the constant conversation, Zhao Pu also saw again that in this era, the horror of reading people.

A real reader is often a scholar who is proficient and understands everything, and it seems that only those who are all-round can be regarded as readers. From the military book and war strategy, the law, the scientific examination, the scriptures, to the statecraft, etc., all of them are refined and knowing, and in comparison, Zhao Pu is much worse.

During the conversation, Zhao Pu said very little and asked very little, but he kept listening.

From these conversations, Zhao Pu learned that this scholar was named Bai Yihong, and his sister Bai Mengqi. They were originally from Bianliang, and they were the nephews of the Ministry of Shangshu Bai Shizhong, and with the change of Jingkang, they fled to the south, and died on the road, and finally arrived in Yangzhou, but they quickly ran out of entanglements, and they were even more calculated, and they almost became slaves.

It can be described as a hard work, bitter tears all the way!

Zhao Pu listened and couldn't help asking, "Bai Gongzi, do you have a plan?" ”

"I plan to participate in Hangzhou's Enke in three months!" Bai Yihong said.

Zhao Pu said: "This is ten pieces of money, enough for the son to spend for three months, the son should be enough to support the next three months, enough to wait for the scientific examination time, at that time, the title of the son's gold list, the Toad Palace will be crowned, and the world will know it once." I'm here, congratulations to Bai Gongzi in advance! ”

As he spoke, he handed the ten pieces of money to Bai Yihong.

Bai Yihong took the ten pieces of money, couldn't help but throw it back again, and said, "How can I accept this blockage!" ”

At this time, Bai Yihong's eyes were full of disappointment.

In his opinion, this noble son must be a second-generation official with an extraordinary status, which is exactly the ladder for him to rise.

Just now, he kept showing off his knowledge and constantly showing his literary talents, just to get the approval of this noble son, and then push the cup and change the lamp. This noble prince invited him to live in the mansion, treat him as a guest, send brocade clothes and delicacies, and send beautiful maids, this is the way of courtesy.

It's just that I didn't expect that after hearing this, this noble son would just send him away with ten pieces of money, which was just a call for Hanako, and I couldn't help but be annoyed!

"Ten dollars. Could it be that Bai Gongzi dislikes less? Zhao Pu said with a smile. There is no shortage of talents and mouths in the Great Song Dynasty, but he has to be a doer. It's just obvious that this Bai Yihong is very arrogant. It is also a literati who are contemptuous, and no one looks down on them. It's really not a talent he likes.

"I am a reader. How can you accept the smell of copper! Bai Yihong said, "Ten pieces of money, the son should take it back!" ”

"But I have nothing but copper stench, nothing but a blockage!" Zhao Pu smiled, "I don't know." How can Bai Gongzi need me to help you? ”

"I don't know Childe, what is your identity?" Bai Yihong asked.

Zhao Pu said: "A second ancestor, relying on his father's power, mixed with an official. In Yangzhou, I still have some right to speak! ”

Bai Yihong gritted his teeth and said, "I think there are still some talents, and I want to ask Ling Zun for advice?" ”

Ask!

To put it nicely, it is actually a desire to be recommended as an official.

"My father, I don't know where Lu Dao went!" Zhao Pu said: "However, as long as you can answer my question, I can recommend you to the current saint!" ”

"I don't know what?" Bai Yihong said.

Zhao Pu said: "Take a piece of paper!" ”

"Yes, Childe!" A guard handed over a piece of rice paper.

Zhao Pu tore off a small piece, put it on the tea cup after the most reluctance, stuck it tightly, and then turned the tea cup upside down. At this time, the mouth of the cup is facing down, it should be the tea flowing out, but the rice paper is close to the mouth of the cup, and not a drop of water flows out, "Bai Gongzi knows that Lu Dao, why the cup mouth is facing down, and the tea can't flow out?" “

Bai Yihong was stunned, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't come up with it, what was it for!

Zhao Pu said again: "I always feel shallow when I go to school, and I need to know that everything needs to be done!" Now, you have two places to go, one is to go to the Martial Arts Academy as a cadet and fight for the country; One is to the Bazi Army, responsible for imparting knowledge to the soldiers! ”

"What do you want, I'll be a martial artist!" Bai Yihong immediately screamed, the two roads, in fact, are the same way, both to be a martial artist.

The martial arts academy sounds good, but it's not a group of martial artists; And to teach the soldiers of the Bazi Army, this is even more regarded as a shame by scholars. How can a noble man do such a thing!

Zhao Pu sneered: "Brother Bai just took one bite at a time, my court's disadvantage is to emphasize literature over martial arts, saying that I want to persuade the official family to attach importance to military equipment, but Bai Gongzi despises martial artists in his bones." The martial arts are chaotic and the disadvantages are too great; However, it is necessary to attach importance to the martial arts in order to resist foreign enemies, which is destined not to suppress the martial artists, but to encourage the development of the martial artists. At this time, our dynasty can be said to be walking at a crossroads, advancing and retreating are all dead ends, suppressing the development of martial artists, and being killed by the Jin army; Encouraging the development of martial artists is also a division of feudal towns, no matter which road you take, it is a dead end.

"Martial artists cannot be suppressed, they can only encourage development, and they can only be deviated from the track, only to transform martial artists. Among the warriors, there are a large number of warriors who are born as scholars, they inherit the martial arts' ability to fight, and also inherit the loyal ministers of the literati. “

"It's a pity that Bai Gongzi knows a lot of subtle knowledge, but he doesn't know the common sense of Lu Dao!"

Bai Yihong was flushed and speechless for a while.

"Today's Great Song Dynasty, what is most needed is not a well-educated person, not a dead admonishment, a corpse admonishment, nor a mutual accusation and scolding of the emperor, scolding the minister, scolding all over the world, and a peerless person, but needs a brick! It may not be good-looking, and it is not a well-educated person, but it is where there are difficulties and where to go; Where there are loopholes, where to go. The Great Song Dynasty is a dam that is about to collapse, and it needs bricks and sandbags to block the collapsed dam and protect the mountains and rivers of the Great Song Dynasty! “

"The road is under your feet, how to walk, it's your choice!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Pu turned around and left.

…………

Before parting, only a bag of money was left, about ten dollars!

"Brother, who is he?" Bai Mengqi guessed.

"The rich and the noble!" Bai Yihong said, "A brick, such a profound metaphor, but do I really want to be a martial artist?" ”

At this time, Bai Yihong had already been moved, but when he thought of the low status of the martial artist, he had a pimple in his heart. Some things are easy to say, but when they are put into practice, they are very difficult.

"Brother, it's just that we offended Yang Qi's dog thing, will that let us go? Next time, there will be help from the public, and it may not be so lucky! Bai Mengqi pondered, "Participating in the Martial Arts Academy may not be a road!" ”

"Could it be that my generation of talented people really wants to be reduced to the company of martial artists?"

Bai Yihong was still unwilling.

Bai Mengqi said: "Brother, now that the war is raging, the official family must attach importance to the martial arts, this may not be a road." ”

Thinking about it, there is only one way to go, but Bai Yihong is still unwilling in his heart.

…………

"Husband, it's not early, let's go back!" Wang Wuyue persuaded.

"Childe, it's time to go back!" Zhao Da also persuaded him.

"Don't worry, you still need to go to the barracks and take a trip!" Zhao Pu's interest was very high, and he walked a lot, but he was still full of interest.

"The son's voice is peculiar, he must be very human, can you let the old man look at it?" The voice sounded not far from the side of the road.

Zhao Pu followed the prestige, and saw that the person who spoke was old, holding a cane, full of silver wires, and a thin bamboo pole behind him holding a white man, with a few big characters on it: Breaking Death, Breaking Life, Breaking Heaven.

And this old man. He was blind.

Looking at the old man, Zhao Pu couldn't help but feel sad, this old man was blind, and he had no children to support him, so he could only rely on fortune telling to support himself, which was really pitiful. And this old man is not alone, there are many old people who are also unsettled!

Zhao Pu couldn't help but say: "Uncle, is it really broken?" ”

"The heavenly machine cannot be leaked, and what is leaked is not the heavenly machine. The real heavenly machine, how can the old decay be explored, but it can only detect some leftovers of the heavenly machine. Still, that's enough for the average person! The corners of the old blind man's mouth twitched, and he seemed to smile non-chuckles.

Zhao Pu was slightly moved, and when he was alive, he was inevitably told hexagrams.

In later generations, fortune-telling was called superstition; But if you think about it, there is some truth to it. Those who tell fortunes are often proficient in psychology and can be regarded as masters of psychology. If nothing else, just to get the guidance of a master of psychology to alleviate the depression in my heart, it is worth it

Zhao Pu said: "It's okay, just let the old man help calculate." On a hot day, the old man is still struggling to survive and earn money, which is not easy. Don't know how to calculate?

"It's just touching the bones!"

"Just let the old man touch his hands!"

"Left or right?"

The old blind man said: "Male left, female right, son, please stretch out your left hand." ”

Zhao Pu stretched out his left hand, the old blind man held it with both hands, kneading it left and right, and his mouth couldn't stop sighing in surprise, for a while, he suddenly put down his hand, turned around and left, without saying a word.

Zhao Pu's heart tightened, and he quickly chased after him, and said, "Uncle, what does this mean?" ”

"Truth or falsehood?"

"What about lies, how about the truth?"

"Falsehood is boundless wealth, and truth is dangerous. Childe seems to be high and noble, but in fact, he is walking on thin ice, trembling, like walking on a cliff, one careless, is a catastrophe! Life is like a dream, a nightmare and a sweet dream, turned upside down in an instant! The old blind man said, "Childe should be careful, if you are not careful, you will never recover!" ”

"Life and death are not enough to fear, as long as you live every day, it is enough, why care about life and death!" Zhao Pu said, "It's just that I'm depressed and don't know how to resolve it!" ”

"Heart disease needs heart medicine, old decay can't!" The old blind man shook his head.

"I'm a bit of a strong man!" Saying that, Zhao Pu shook his head, threw the money to the old blind man, turned around and left, and headed towards the barracks.

"Wait!" The old blind man said, "Actually, it's not without a way, there is a Nuwa temple outside the city, which is extremely effective!" If the son has leisure, go to the Nuwa Temple more often, and you can untie the knot in the child's heart! ”

"Thank you, uncle!"

Although it was useless to know the Dao, Zhao Pu still thanked him. (To be continued......)