Dong Zhongshu is really back.

Moreover, this time he learned to be obedient, and even asked for a holy decree from Liu Che, and he didn't bring any servants or disciples, one person and one ox cart, swaying from Chang'an City, and walked into the gate of Yang Chuan's house generously.

"Dong Gong, you are really persevering," as soon as they met, Yang Chuan waved his hand and said very politely: "Hurry up and say, what do you want to do, or, what do you want." ”

"One of my servants in Zhuangzi died, and I am asking Zhang Tang to help me solve the case."

Dong Zhongshu smiled, took out a holy decree from his arms, cleared his throat, and said: "Shao Shangzao, Yang Chuan, the Marquis of the Yulin Army's No. A Field Battalion, receives the order." ”

Yang Chuan opened his mouth for a while, and said with a wry smile: "Dong Gong, both of my legs were broken by my mother, look at me like this, can you accept the order?" ”

Dong Zhongshu took a few steps forward and stuffed the holy decree into Yang Chuan's hand: "After all, it is a holy decree, and the respect that should be given is still given." ”

After speaking, the old thief naturally poured himself a bowl of wild chrysanthemum tea, took a small sip, and exclaimed: "Bitter with sweet, sweet with fragrant, fragrant but not kitsch, really can clear the heart and few desires, clear heat and detoxify." ”

Yang Chuan's eyes flashed, and he said indifferently: "Dong Gong won't be running around to rub a bowl of tea, right?" ”

Dong Zhongshu knelt on the lower left futon uprightly, looked at Yang Chuan with a smile, and said, "Young Master Yang Chuan, can you open the holy decree and see if you understand?" ”

Yang Chuan sighed, and casually put the holy decree on the desk: "I said, I don't read much, I can't understand, so it's better for you to say it." ”

Dong Zhongshu laughed, his white and ruddy face showed a touch of joy, and he stroked his palm and said, "It seems that the deal between you and me still needs to be discussed."

The emperor said, your Yang's arithmetic is very good, very good, and it is very useful to my Han world's farming, river management, and agricultural tool implementation;

The emperor also said, I, Dong Zhongshu's knowledge is yang, there is temple spirit, your Yang Chuan's knowledge is yin, there is the smell of fireworks in the world, we two yin and yang intersect, rigid and soft, it is necessary to be inclusive. ”

Yang Chuan couldn't help but complain in his heart: 'Isn't it a combination of yin and yang......

He stared into Dong Zhongshu's eyes and asked, "What else does the emperor say?" ”

"The emperor also said, let me give a lecture on your Zhuangzi," Dong Zhongshu looked in a good mood, and said with a smile: "By the way, the emperor also said that your Zhuangzi is short of money and grain, so let the old man prepare some money and grain, wood, and stones, and find some craftsmen to build a school near here......"

Yang Chuan said noncommittally: "Your Dong Zhongshu's school should be repaired on my Yang Chuan's fiefdom, I'm afraid this is a bit inappropriate, right?" ”

Dong Zhongshu smiled, took a sip of the chrysanthemum tea in the dry bowl, followed Yang Chuan's example, pinched up a few wild chrysanthemums and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them slowly, and swallowed them.

Only then did he smile: "I, Dong Zhongshu, have a thick skin, but I will not build my own school on someone else's fiefdom; Well, the emperor's will has been brought to you, and the old man should go back and prepare one or two;

I'll be back in a day or two. ”

Another 'I'll be back'.

"Okay, as long as you don't build any academy on my fiefdom," Yang Chuan complained casually: "You go and get busy, Mr. Dong Taiwolf." ”

Dong Zhongshu got up without changing his face, arched his hand at Yang Chuan, and strode back to Chang'an City......

……

"What is Dong Zhongshu doing again?"

Zhang Tang was performing an autopsy on the dead servant, his hands stained with grease and blood, looking quite bluffing.

He seemed to have some contempt for Dong Zhongshu, frowned and said: "The six arts of a gentleman, the number of books of etiquette and music, he Dong Zhongshu is proficient in the four types of etiquette and music, and he is not even a gentleman, he is just famous, and he is useless, but he is very domineering, and he has scolded all the scholars except Confucius and him." ”

Yang Chuan said with a smile: "It is not easy to be proficient in three or four things, after all, when the manpower is exhausted, if everyone is like your son Zhang Anshi, then how to teach people how to live." ”

Hearing Yang Chuan praise his son, Zhang Tang's face finally softened a little, and he frowned and said, "I examined this servant's body just now, and I didn't find anything poisonous in my esophagus and stomach. ”

Yang Chuan nodded, and looked at Zhang Tang's two bloody hands with disgust: "Can you wash your hands...... By the way, I'll give you a whole pair of gloves and an autopsy with your bare hands, aren't you afraid of being infected with the virus? ”

Zhang Tang had a cold face and said indifferently: "I don't feel it with a sleeve on my hand." ”

Yang Chuan looked at Zhang Tang's two nasolabial folds, and was surprised: "Zhang Tang, I found that you are driving, but there is no evidence." ”

Zhang Tang asked very seriously, "What do you mean?" ”

Let this guy ask like this, Yang Chuan himself was embarrassed.

It's so boring to bully honest people......

Yang Chuan sat in a wheelchair, looking at the bright winter sun outside the attic evenly sprinkled in the courtyard, he suddenly felt a little lonely, and said: "Zhang Tang, in your opinion, what kind of illness is the servant who died suddenly on Zhuangzi?" ”

There were no scars, and there was no struggle before, a person, drinking a bowl of egg mash soup, walking, fell headlong, and never woke up.

This made Yang Chuan a little sad.

Though he did not even know the name of the servant, nor did he speak; Even, if it weren't for the sudden death of that person, Yang Chuan wouldn't even be able to remember what that person looked like.

There are too many servants on the Zhuangzi, just one reason.

Fundamentally speaking, it is still the direct separation between the two classes, which makes Yang Chuan, the head of the family, accustomed to being high, even if he is willing to be equal to all living beings in his heart, but ......

Judging by its hideous and pained expression, it seems to be ...... Witchcraft? Zhang Tang said with some uncertainty.

Hearing the word 'witch Gu', Yang Chuan shook his head directly: "Definitely not." ”

Zhang Tang asked suspiciously, "Why are you so sure?" ”

"Zhang Tang, your special mother is proficient in the law, and she is quite okay, how can you believe in witch Gu?"

Yang Chuan shook his head and sighed, and continued: "Think about it, if you put a knife or needle on the body of a little straw man or rag doll, recite a few spells, and put a few pillars of incense on it, you can kill a person, why does the imperial court still raise so many troops?"

The birth date of the Hun Dadan Yu Yizhixie, you embroidered messengers should have mastered it, right?

That's good, give you half a year, you Zhang Tang can curse Yi Zhixian to death, and I Yang Chuan eats handheld mutton upside down! ”

Zhang Tang listened to Yang Chuan's reprimand, his brows were tightly locked, the two deep nasolabial folds were slightly distorted, and he trembled a few times, and said, "Yang Chuan, you don't believe in ghosts and gods?" ”

Yang Chuan scolded angrily: "Even Confucius said, if you don't ask about ghosts and gods, you Zhang Tang can be regarded as a scholar, this question is so boring."

No wonder your son Zhang Anshi doesn't look down on you, Zhang Tang, listen to my advice, don't talk about witchcraft in the future, otherwise, not only will you cause a big trouble for yourself.

Moreover, it is not good for your son's future. ”

There are some words, Yang Chuan can't say it clearly, in the original historical script, this Zhang Tang killed a large number of old women of Liu prostitution because of the strict investigation of the 'Changmen Palace witch Gu affair', and brought down the former queen Chen Ajiao, so that the reputation of 'Zhang Tang, a cool official of the Han Dynasty', has been known to the world since then.

It was even in the history books of later generations.

At the same time, it also brought the disaster of killing to this old boy, so that Liu Che said lightly, and then drew his sword and cut his neck, burping.

Zhang Tang is a hob meat, stubborn, rigid, meticulous, and even has some advanced symptoms of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and in the eyes of many people, he is a murderer.

But Yang Chuan felt that Zhang Tang was much cuter than Sang Hongyang, Gongsun Hong, Gongsun Ao, Zheng Shishi, Sima Xiangru and other old thieves, at least, there was a bit of humanity.

"Zhang Tang, I know you are not afraid of death, but," Yang Chuan said indifferently, "a living Zhang Tang is warmer than a dead Zhang Tang." ”

Zhang Tang walked away noncommittally.

Looking at Zhang Tang, who was tall and thin, dressed in sackcloth, and had a pair of broken straw sandals, like a broken flag, walking straight out of the attic door, Yang Chuan suddenly sighed......

……

For the scholars of the Han Dynasty, no, for the Confucian scholars of the Han Empire, Yang Chuan finally admitted that he still lacked some basic understanding.

Who are these people?

You say that they are all iron-headed, dynasties and emperors have changed one after another, but the status of Confucian protégés has climbed up step by step.

It can be said that the emperor of the Confucian flowing water of iron.

But you have to say that they have no responsibility, but you find that Confucianism has always been persevering and diligently in imprisoning other people's minds and restricting imperial power.

Yang Chuan is a cook, he doesn't read much, and he can't think about these grand issues clearly, and over time, he doesn't think much about it.

The question is.

When Dong Zhongshu came to Yang's Zhuangzi for the third time and brought three hundred carts of grain, livestock, and a large number of disciples and craftsmen, Yang Chuan had to look sideways at this old thief.

Dong Zhongshu stood on the slope of a sunny mountain, with a high crown and fluttering sleeves, like a big hand like an ancient sage: "Pray to the sky!" ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Emperor!"

"Let's go!"

So, on the east bank of Weishui, on a large piece of land that was originally planned by Sima Xiangru to Shanglinyuan, nearly a thousand servants and craftsmen immediately started work.

For a time, the dust was flying, the smoke was filled, and the ramming rumbled.

On that wasteland, a vacant land of about thirty acres was visibly leveled out to the naked eye, and after Dong Zhongshu pretended to be a 'prayer heaven and earth' ceremony, a large tent was erected first.

Sixty-four black, red and white flags were also planted by Dong Zhongshu himself.

In just three or five days, the first very crude attic was erected, which was naturally an 'office building' built for Dong Zhongshu; and then the second and third were built under Yang Chuan's nose.

Yang Chuan sat in a wheelchair and looked through the attic window from afar, and found that those Confucian scholars were also working with the hem of their green shirts tied to their waists and their trousers rolled up high.

Even, even Dong Zhongshu is also working, personally commanding, can't tell that he is putting on a show at all?

The loud sound of ramming on the east bank of Weishui disturbed the Yang family's Zhuangzi, especially Liu Man and Naren Tuoya, who stretched their necks from time to time even during the class, wanting to take a look at the construction site not far away.

For this reason, Yang Chuan was very helpless, so he had to press the two of them on a long wooden bench and beat the board hard.

Unexpectedly, these two guys didn't say a word, although the two little buttocks were painful, but they finally endured it.

"Yang Chuan Xiaolangjun, why don't I go over and have a look after school in the afternoon?"

Liu Man covered his buttocks with one hand and muttered aggrievedly: "Dong Zhongshu's old thief is not well-intentioned, and this concubine doesn't take a look, so I'm a little worried." ”

Naren Toya also nodded repeatedly: "Well, that's it!" ”

Yang Chuan was laughed at by the success.

How can this man, as long as he becomes a student, no matter how old or young he is, be a stubborn virtue?

Think about when I went to adult night school, a large group of aunts and uncles would climb over the wall at night to watch movies, steal peaches from school, and steal ...... Ahem, overthinking, overthinking.

"It's just a school, if the two of you are interested, go and apprentice Dong Zhongshu," Yang Chuan pointed to the construction site on the other side of Weishui, "Maybe you can get to know a few great talents or something, how good." ”

Liu Man pursed his lips: "Hey, those embroidered pillows, this concubine pinched them with one paw, I guess they will cry, it's boring." ”

Naren Toya nodded vigorously: "Yes, I will definitely cry!" ”

After nearly two years of feeding, this girl of Hun blood is finally no longer the appearance of bean sprouts, but after all, she is still thin and weak, and her head is not much smaller than Cao Xiang, but it is very attractive.

"Zhang Anshi, what do you think Dong Zhongshu wants to do when he builds a school near our Zhuangzi?"

Yang Chuan looked at Zhang Anshi, who was silent, and said, "That Dong Gong is very blue-eyed to you, why don't you read the sage book for a few days in the past?" You know, I really haven't studied for a few days, and I don't know many words of the sages' articles.

Actually, if you can, you might as well follow Dong Zhongshu to do some learning for a while, which is also a good thing. ”

Yang Chuan said these words very sincerely.

After all, when it comes to the subtle words of those sages and sages, Dong Zhongshu is actually a good enlightenment teacher......

"Teacher, Dong Zhongshu just wants to incorporate our arithmetic into his set of knowledge of heaven and man induction, there is nothing new and interesting."

Zhang Anshi stood up and arched his hand in a proper manner: "If you want to read the book of sages, there are many in Chang'an City, although Dong Zhongshu's knowledge is good, but his character is not good, he is narrow-minded, and he does not allow any doctrine other than Ram Studies to spread, in the final analysis, he should be a traitor to Confucius." ”

Yang Chuan shut up.

Regardless of whether what Zhang Anshi said was right or not, with the appearance of this little old master, he thought that he couldn't do it.

Zhang Tang's son is just, well, it's very powerful.

"Teacher, the students secretly thought that the reason why Dong Zhongshu built a school near our Zhuangzi should not be purely for the sake of learning," Zhang Anshi groaned a few times and continued: "His deposition of the hundred schools and the exclusive respect for Confucianism did not get the emperor's approval, this is one of them;

Second, the emperor was actually very disgusted by the theory of heaven and man induction he proposed, and he would not let him be a big official and hold real power in the imperial court at all, so he was eager to seek the support and protection of the powerful family;

Third, Dong Zhongshu's knowledge is flawed, which is also a thing that other readers have greatly criticized, and our arithmetic can just be used as a supplement to his set of knowledge to improve his knowledge;

Fourth, if you join forces with the teacher, if you join forces with Her Royal Highness the eldest princess of the Han Dynasty, the Marquis of Changping, the Marquis of Pingyang, etc., in the words of the teacher, rounding up, it is equivalent to joining forces with the emperor to implement his set of doctrines.

Teacher, such a good thing, he is not in a hurry, who is in a hurry? ”

Yang Chuan pondered for a long time and asked very seriously: "Then you say, how should I get along with him?" ”

Zhang Anshi also pondered for a long time, and then said: "From the student's point of view, the teacher might as well push the boat down the river, and half push and half agree." ”

"Jing water is clear, Wei water is turbid, people say that Jing and Wei are distinct, but very few people have ever thought about it, in fact, whether it is Jing Water or Wei Shui, after all, it will not converge into a bigger river?"

"The big waves wash the sand, others see a hundred boats competing for the stream, in fact, the teacher is this big river, it doesn't matter whose boat he is, it doesn't look pleasing to the eye, and a wave hits over and overturns."

"Therefore, the student dared to suggest that if he is open, let Dong Zhongshu come over and be inclusive, not to provoke people, and when he encounters something, he can push out the old thief to be a shield, why not?"

Yang Chuan smiled and said, "Zhang Anshi, you are a coward......

(End of chapter)