At the entrance of the General Soldier's Mansion, there is a mailbox.

Anyone can submit a letter inside, officials are not allowed to open it, and Zhao Han will personally open it every ten days.

There were a lot of messy letters, basically, Zhao Han only glanced at them, and then threw them in the trash can for recycling. The paper-making materials for military tickets and official tickets are mulberry paper and official document waste paper, and the waste paper of the local government must be collected in a unified manner.

Occasionally, Zhao Han would ask the secretary to come over, properly record the contents of the letter, and then hand it over to the relevant yamen for processing.

Zheng Sen had already returned, and sat next to him to help open the letter: "The Korean deposed master of Jeju Island has his eyes pasted with lime, he is almost completely blind, and his health is not good. The two generals, Hu (Hu Dinggui) and Wang (Wang Yaochen), said that when the Shanghai sailors had finished training, they could go to Ganghwa Island to rob the Korean deposed son. ”

"That's a matter of waiting, training the navy is not an overnight thing." Zhao Han swept a letter in two seconds and threw it into the trash.

Zheng Sen also said: "The horses on Jeju Island are too short to ride, but when they go to the battlefield, they will definitely not be able to outrun the tall horses." The two generals asked for the collection of fine horse breeds as soon as possible. ”

"For the time being, we can only use it." Zhao Han expressed helplessness.

Zhao Han is already collecting horse breeds, and horses with a shoulder height of more than 1.3 meters are willing to be bought at a high price by local governments. Although it is also very short, at least it is taller than the Jeju horse, so it is better than nothing.

What ten horses, only one or two can be war horses, this statement is pure nonsense.

As long as the shoulder height reaches a certain standard, all horses can be war horses. But it has to be fed carefully, and with a lot of concentrate, which is too luxurious for a bad horse.

Therefore, when there are enough horses, the best ones are selected and cared for, and the rest of the horses are fed as horses.

In the case of an extreme shortage of horses, it is even possible to fight on a mule...... Zhang Xianzhong and Li Zicheng have done it, and some of the old soldiers marched on mules, and they had to let the mules rest for a while.

Zhao Han was chatting with Zheng Sen while reading the letter, and suddenly he took the letter and stopped talking.

Zheng Sen didn't peek either, just lowered his head and continued to open the letter.

Zhao Han read the poem in memory of Yu Qian, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile, Liu Ruye's poems were obviously in a transition period.

Eleven years before Chongzhen, Liu Ruyi's poetry works did not escape the trap of traditional famous prostitutes.

But as the situation became more and more corrupt, Liu Ruye's poems became more and more agitated, and it could even be said that they became resentful and heroic.

"There are several heroes in the world, and it is unusual for me to be young. Songyang's sword qi is also difficult to take, and Zhongjo's career is slim...... I want to take advantage of this hooves in the clouds, and look at the five lakes with a smile. ”

"Loose and disciplined, generous and domineering. When talking about the affairs of the world, the history hurts me...... Reading and hunting, disdainful of the door. It's a pity that this promise will not be raised for ten years. Fengjun Qing Immortal Weapon is often hidden endlessly. It's really hard to pay a confidant, and I always think about it in the middle of the night......"

"Jun Yan is unusual, and he looks forward to being unknown to others. was quite heroic back then, and he is still violent. I smelled the dance and sighed, and the colors of the rivers and lakes were galloping. That is, there are many people today, and the Son of Heaven treats Yan Si very much. ”

"The husband will be easy to meet, and the long Ge halberd will be difficult. Once pulled up like a dragon, handsome and quiet, and helped the wind. The big feather inserts the arrow in his hand, and the prancing horse is called a wonderful ...... Qianqiu is named after the order, and the four seas are in the heart of the dispute. The phoenix is full of wilderness today, and sometimes it is not as ignorant as a mountain owl. ”

"The Jun family's Beihai is strange, and Tu Yan knows that it is very good. Once the heart is hidden, there will be no suspicion in the world for three years...... Lan Jun Xiao Zhuang strangled his wrists, and the drums and birds at the head of the city shouted at night. It is not easy for great men and heroes to get, and it is not easy for great men and heroes to get it. ”

Just looking at these verses, can you guess that they were written by a courtesan?

In another time and space, the rivers and mountains are broken, the sea is crossed, and the lives of the people are ruined. When Liu Ru wrote these poems, he was afraid that he fantasized that he was a man, carrying a bow and prancing horse to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy in person.

It's a pity that she is just a famous prostitute, there are no heroes and warriors around her, only a literary master whose water is too cold.

Zhao Han couldn't help but sigh a little after reading the poem in front of him.

I'm afraid that Liu Rushi in this time and space will not write such passionate poems, which are all forced by the violent social turmoil.

It's better not to have it!

Zhao Han felt very interesting, just copy a few poems to answer, and by the way, through Liu Ruyi's hand, he used poetry to convey his expectations for the literati.

The previous two poems were not copied by Zhao Han casually, and they all contained a certain deep meaning.

Sealed in a blank envelope, Zhao Han handed it to Zheng Sen and said, "Give it to Liu Yin, the secretary of the Luling County Propaganda and Education Department." ”

Zheng Sen immediately went to run errands, he showed his waist card to the county office, and asked, "Who is Liu Yin?" ”

"Inside." A little clerk went along with his fingers.

Female?

When Zheng Sen went out with the army, Liu Ru had just been an intern, so he naturally didn't know that there was a strange woman in Luling County.

"But Yanagi Yin?" Zheng Sen asked.

Liu got up and said, "Exactly." ”

Zheng Sen handed over the letter and said in a low voice: "Letter from the head town." ”

"Thank you." Liu Ru was quite pleased.

When I opened it and read it, I was stunned at first, and then smiled.

Zhao Han changed the name of the original poem, and the style of the whole poem immediately changed.

"Gift to the Gentlemen"

The immortals and Buddhas have not yet succeeded, and they only know that the night is uneven.

The wind canopy is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with a thin name.

Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, and none of them are scholars.

Mo is sad because of the poems, and the spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds.

The meaning of the original poem is: I didn't pass the exam and I'm in a bad mood. Wandering the rivers and lakes, running into walls everywhere, it's miserable. Come on, come on! Don't be discouraged, I'm sure I'll meet someone who understands me.

Coupled with Zhao Han's identity, and let Liu Ru transfer it to those scholars, the poetry suddenly became: You study poetry and books hard but it is useless, and it is difficult to display your talents, that is all when you encounter a faint monarch and traitorous ministers. As long as you do your job well, I'm sure you'll be able to shine here.

Liu Ru carefully understood what Zhao Han meant.

She took it back to the rental house and handed the poem to Lin Xue: "Sister Tiansu, this poem was written by Zongzhen and was specially written for scholars. The next time you attend a cultural meeting, you can help spread the word. ”

After reading it, Lin Xue couldn't help sighing: "If this poem spreads to the north, I am afraid that there will be countless scholars, and they will have to go south if they abandon their families and businesses." ”

"Indeed." Liu nodded and said.

Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, and none of them are scholars.

This sentence expresses the bitterness of the reader, but any scholar who has repeatedly failed in the imperial examination, or who is depressed, can be wept bitterly by this poem.

They will regard Zhao Han as a confidant, and they will think that Zhao Han is a master who can take refuge!

There is still a month to go before the New Year, and many scholars have returned to their hometowns. Either be an honest official, or learn mathematics and wait for the imperial examination in the future.

Qian Qianyi and Xie Sanbin stayed, pulling the rest of the scholars to hold meetings every three or five times.

"Hasn't Liu Jun arrived again?" Xie Sanbin couldn't help but ask.

Lin Xue said with a smile: "She is from the government, and she works hard all day long, so she really doesn't have time to participate in the cultural meeting." ”

Yixing Juren Zhou Shichen sighed: "Mr. Zhao is a hero, but there are three bad things. First, the land of large households is divided, and its politics are like Kouye; second, to take scholars as officials, and to exhaust the hearts of scholars; Third, using women as officials corrupts etiquette and religion! ”

"Brother Yinghou, be cautious!" The taxi next to him reminded.

Zhou Shichen said with a smile: "I only said that the three things in the town are not good, and everything else is good." It is wonderful not to be convicted for his words, he is open-minded, and I only complain. ”

Zhou Shichen is good at poetry and painting, and he is also from a big family, where is he willing to start as a small official?

There are a lot of such people, and they are all full of complaints.

In the face of absolute power, the gentry were very weak.

It's like when Putin is president, it seems difficult to recover Russia's state-owned assets, but if he only arrests one rich man, he scares other rich people to be honest and obedient. Tens or tens of billions of dollars in assets are often handed over by the rich.

The same is true of the landlords, who lie down if they can't resist.

Zhou Shichen's family was lying flat, and he came to Jiangxi with his eyes in his eyes, asking to open a branch to become an official. If these can't be done, there is only a whining, and he is reluctant to leave Jiangxi, and continues to stay and wait for the opportunity to be an official.

Xiuning raised Wu Wenli and said: "The town has its own political strategy, how can we change it?" Alas, I will return to my hometown in a few days. You and I are both lifters, you can go directly to the government to watch the government, and you will definitely be able to be a clerk next year. After three or five years, the county can also do it. If it is placed in Daming, you have to work hard to get into the Jinshi, and I don't know how long it will take to be named on the gold list. I've been thinking about it carefully these days, in fact, it's good to start as a clerk, maybe we won't be able to pass the Jinshi exam in our lives. ”

"Little official, cheap servant! How can a scholar do this? Zhou Shichen was heartbroken.

Qian Qianyi suddenly smiled and said: "Don't say more, today's Wenhui will not talk about political affairs." ”

Lin Xue said: "Although Sister Liu didn't come today, she asked me to bring a poem, I heard that the town asked her to pass it on to Zhujun. ”

Qian Qianyi was stunned, and suddenly felt that something was wrong: "Liu Jun is very familiar with Zongzhen? ”

Lin Xue smiled but said nothing, deliberately making Qian Qianyi think more.

Wu Wenli said: "Zongzhen is a true poet, the previous two poems are good, what poems did you write this time?" ”

Lin Xue took out what she had copied: "Gentlemen, please look at it." ”

Xie Sanbin took it and recited: ""Transfer to the Gentlemen": The immortals and Buddhas have not yet been accomplished, and they only know that they are uneven in the night. The wind canopy is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with a thin name. Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, and none of them are scholars. Mo is sad because of the poems, and the spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds. ”

When the scholars heard this, the audience was silent in an instant.

Including Qian Qianyi, they are deeply touched by this poem and think of their own circumstances over the years.

"Useless is a scholar, useless is a scholar......"

Wu Wenli groaned repeatedly, thinking of his mother Cheng, who was widowed at a young age and carefully raised him as an adult. He was a young man and was a prodigy, and the villagers praised the prodigy. Later, he tried again and again, the imperial examination was hopeless, and he ran into walls everywhere and was looked down upon. After the middle lift, he was respected, but he couldn't get into the Jinshi and couldn't be an official to display his ambitions.

The world is in turmoil, the society is overturned, and I can only watch it, isn't it useless to be a scholar?

The wind canopy is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with Bo Xing's name, these two sentences are more like a portrayal of half of his life, as if this poem is written by himself!

Wu Wenli stood up miserably: "The head town knows me, and I should also know the head town." Gentlemen take their leave, I have returned to my hometown as a servant, and I am not worthy of you to waste here. ”

"Farewell!"

A few more scholars got up, and the Wenhui did not participate, and all chose to return to their hometowns to do things.

It's useless to tell these people big truths, a poem is enough for them to empathize.

After reading this poem, those who still rely on it are purely stubborn!

Qian Qianyi's focus is on the relationship between Zhao Han and Liu Ruyi. He is not afraid of not having an official to do, but he is afraid of offending Zhao Han, and it is not worth it for a woman.