In Chang'an City, Liu Che was making trouble, under the suppression of more than 30,000 of the most elite soldiers and horses of the Northern Army, even if hundreds or thousands of people were arrested in three or five days, the people had never even heard of the slightest disturbance.

I have to say that as an emperor, Liu Che has indeed achieved 'iron and blood'.

With an order, even a character like Liu Ling was also sent to the dungeon of the Tingwei Mansion, and there was no chance to resist at all, and all the stories were over.

It is said that the interrogation of Liu Ling was originally supposed to be Zhang Tang, but as a result, under Yang Chuan's commotion, Zhang Tang was 'assassinated' on the way to Chang'an City, and two dog legs were discounted, so he had to be pulled back to Yang Chuan Zhuangzi to recuperate.

As a result, the heavy task of interrogating the 'shocking case of assassinating the marquis, princess and county lord of the Han Dynasty' naturally fell on the head of Du Zhou, another cool official of the Han Dynasty.

Hearing that Zhang Tang had been assassinated, Liu Che was furious and sent Cui Jiu, the great Changmen, to investigate.

Yang Chuan knew that Liu Che didn't believe in anyone, thinking that Zhang Tang was the same as Zhu Maichen, and in order not to do a good job for the imperial court, he would rather find a way to make himself crippled.

After checking Zhang Tang's 'injury', Cui Jiu was silent for a while: "Yang Chuan, do you think the emperor made a move on Liu An, the king of Huainan, this time?" ”

Yang Chuan laughed: "Uncle Cui Jiu, I'm a little liege, I haven't read for a few days, how can I worry about such a national event?" ”

Cui Jiu snorted coldly, put his hands in his sleeves, and looked up to the sky, as if he wanted to see something in the depths of the pale cyan sky, and the face covered with fine wrinkles was glowing with a layer of cold and gloomy light: "Eat sour rotten meat today." ”

Yang Chuan smiled.

This old thief, you said it earlier, and pretended to be the leader of the inspection team, what is the meaning of making people scared?

Yang Chuan asked with a smile: "Du Zhou has tortured Liu Ling?" ”

The old thief nodded: "It's been executed." ”

Yang Chuan: "What kind of punishment is used, for a character like Liu Ling, the pain of flesh and skin has long been ineffective, and it only adds to the injustice." ”

Cui Jiu: "When you enter the dungeon of Tingwei Mansion, the only ones who have not been tortured are you, the Marquis of Changning and the Marquis of Pingyang." ”

Yang Chuan: "Ben Hou is a little itchy, the people in your Tingwei Mansion are kind and kind, and they are all good people, but no one has punished Ben Hou." ”

Cui Jiu old thief: "If the Marquis of Changning doesn't like it, I will loosen your bones next time." ”

Yang Chuan smiled and waved his hand: "That's okay, I'm timid, what I don't like the most is to fight and kill, and if you have that idle time in the future, it's better for me to teach you to play dog fighting." ”

Cui Jiu thought about it sideways, and said expressionlessly: "Good ......"

……

In two or three days, it will be the Winter Solstice Festival.

Two thousand years ago, in the Han Empire, there were no 'holidays' such as the New Year and the Spring Festival, and the most important days of the year were the beginning of spring, the beginning of summer, the beginning of autumn, the beginning of winter and other festivals, plus the winter solstice, spring society and other few 'festivals'.

On the day of the winter solstice, the emperor will generally announce to the world and worship the relatives of heaven and earth; At the same time, the imperial court also held a celebration ceremony called 'He Dong'.

There is an old saying that the winter solstice is as big as the year.

This sentence was actually said by later generations, not by people from the Han Empire, because, at present, there is no habit of 'celebrating the New Year' at all.

Sima Qian, a red-faced man, once said that before and after the winter solstice, the gentleman is quiet, and the officials do not listen to the government, and choose auspicious times to save trouble.

In Yang Chuan's words, it's winter vacation.

As a marquis of the Han Dynasty, the prince and the prince, and the Tai Academy sacrificial wine, Yang Chuan naturally has to 'choose auspicious times and save trouble', so he naturally has to kill chickens and sheep, add a few new clothes to the subordinates, servants and family members, and give some annual salaries and monthly examples, so that everyone can live a good life for a few days.

Yang Chuan has no good impression of the powerful family, as long as someone dares to provoke, he will fight back like a grumpy hedgehog, but he can often treat the people equally, and has never searched for money and food.

Therefore, the atmosphere on Yang's Zhuangzi has always been stable and peaceful, which makes people very comfortable.

What is particularly puzzling is that Yang Chuan suddenly announced that no matter the subordinates, servants, cooks or military households, on the day of the winter solstice, anyone can take a day off to rest; Of course, if he is not willing to rest, Zhuangzi pays three times the salary for a day.

For the people of the Han Empire, the master's proposal to take a day off is an unprecedented thing, not to mention that they can get three times the salary for doing the same work......

"Yang Chuan, the better you are to the people, now they look happy, and they can't wait to call you father, but when the next winter solstice or other festivals, if you don't give them a break and triple the salary, those people will be resentful, and they can't turn over the eighteenth generation of your Yang ancestors to bask in the sun."

After breakfast, Yang Chuan was teaching Liu Man, Zhiniang, Zhang Anshi, and Huo Guang 'N methods and practical applications of Ka leeks', and Sima Qian, the 'auditor', couldn't help but remind Yang Chuan that it was okay to be good to the people, but not too used to it, otherwise, those people would make you sad sooner or later.

Yang Chuan turned his head and looked at Sima Qian, the red-faced man, with a lot of emotion in his heart.

This Sima Qian, before he was cut off by Liu Che, was actually just an honor student.

This exposition on people's hearts is theoretically fine, and even, from the perspective of a 2,000-year-long history, there are only two reasons why the Han Empire fell apart at every turn-

People's livelihood and people's hearts.

Looking at the changes of dynasties in the past dynasties, Yang Chuan has long found that the so-called 'three-hundred-year law' in later generations is a false proposition from the root.

You treat the people as cattle and slaves, but you don't give them the necessary sense of belonging, security and happiness, so that they are hungry to eat shit at every turn, and you don't let the people overthrow those bullshit dynasties?

As for the three-hundred-year law, it's just the statement of the bricks calling the beasts.

If every emperor and his subordinate courtiers had experienced the hard work, hard work, and unremitting self-improvement, and could have given even a little kindness to the people, would their dynasty fall apart in two or three hundred years?

No.

Yang Chuan thought about it and told Sima Qian very seriously that the reason why he Yang Chuan let the subordinates, servants, cooks, and military households on Zhuangzi eat a mouthful of hot rice and save some money and grain was nothing more than to tell those people that after some hard work, one day they would also have a field of their own and a kitchen of their own.

"Sima Qian, this is not a woman's benevolence, on the contrary, this is a very bold and heroic man's temperament."

Yang Chuan rarely reasoned with people other than his students, so Sima Qian, Dongfang Shuo, and Zhang Tang in a wheelchair all listened very carefully.

"It's easy to say that a big man should be self-reliant, but it's too difficult to achieve."

Yang Chuan took a bowl of tea and said thoughtfully: "Right now, no, right next to you, there are two people like this, starting from despicable slaves, step by step, step by step, blood and tears, sealing the marquis, worshipping the general, do you think this is normal?" ”

"That's right, I'm talking about the general Wei Qing and I, Yang Chuan."

"You can only see the brilliance of the two of us today, but have you ever thought that if people like Wei Qing and me Yang Chuan are in a powerful family and a famous family, Gan Dandan will be able to pay homage to the prime minister."

"Sima Qian, you are the one who writes history books, you must be open-minded, your vision should be higher, what you see in your eyes and what you think in your heart must at least have some traces of the common people, otherwise, I, Yang Chuan, will laugh at you with a fart swallow Do you believe it or not?"

Sima Qian's big red face turned a little purple when he first appeared, and muttered: "You are now the Marquis of Changning, what you said is good, what you said is right......

Damn, I can't live this day.

Yang Chuan, who was like a thin monkey in the past, was still a slave, and he Sima Qian was a military marquis with a rank of 600 stones, so he could pinch and dispose of it at will; Unexpectedly, it's only been a few years?

Now they are already the marquis of the Han Dynasty, and the fiefdom and food are even more than the original founding heroes Xiao He, Chen Ping, Han Xin, Fan Hao and other fierce people, even the prime minister Sun Hong saw this young man, and he had to give up two or three points.

Seeing the red-faced Sima Qian's depressed look, Yang Chuan was secretly cool for a while, and couldn't help but make up for it twice: "Sima Qian, it's not that Benhou looks down on you, it's really you right now, and it's really not suitable for writing history books." ”

"I have also read some of the manuscripts you wrote before, which is the paragraph about the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors."

"Ben Hou would like to ask you, your record of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors is very detailed, at first glance, there are no loopholes, and the writing is also excellent, worthy of the authentic inheritance of the historian's family."

"However, the characters you wrote about the Yellow Emperor, Emperor Yan, Yao, Shun, and Yu have been separated by thousands of years or three thousand years, how can you know the details of their lives? You're writing shit, aren't you? ”

Sima Qian was angry.

After holding back a few breaths, he shouted: "Marquis Changning, the historical records of the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors have the inheritance and documents of the historians of the past dynasties, how can you be like this...... Well, how can it be such nonsense! ”

Yang Chuan laughed: "Ben Hou is a cook and knows little about history, but there is a sentence to offer." ”

"The history book you compiled, try to get as many past things as possible, for example, you can start from the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and write until the death of the Second Emperor of the Tyrannical Qin, but don't write the history of our Han Dynasty with an iron head."

Sima Qian thought for a while, shook his head and said: "Marquis Changning's statement makes sense, because, if you want to record the affairs of the Han Dynasty, you always have to face the royal family and the nobles of the world, no matter how beautiful or ugly, you must face and record it, and it may bring me ruin because of a little thing." ”

"However, what the ancients said is good, although tens of millions of people go to me!"

Yang Chuan stared at Sima Qian's rather resolute red face, nodded slightly, and said: "The ancients were honest and didn't deceive me, this black-headed donkey and red-faced man are either bad or strong. ”

Sima Qian was stunned and asked, "What is the source of this statement?" ”

Immediately, he reacted, it was obvious that Yang Chuan was choreographing and scolding!

He scolded angrily: "Yang Chuan, you are enough!" ”

"Back then, I, Sima Qian, couldn't stand you, and after listening to Zhang Qian's words, I locked you in a cage for a few days and nights, but now I think about it, but I just suspect that you are a spy of the Huns, and you have made the so-called bitter meat scheme, what is my Sima Qian's crime?"

Yang Chuan smiled and said, "Why are you a donkey, you can't listen to a joke?" ”

Sima Qian was silent.

Time has passed, and now Yang Chuan is red and purple in front of the emperor, and the limelight is even faster than that of Pingyang Marquis Cao Xiang......

……

After a day and a night, Cui Jiu returned to Chang'an City and brought Liu Che three coins.

"What is this?"

"Yang Chuan wants to mint coins by himself?"

"What does he want to do?"

"Lack of money to spend? If you are short of money to spend, you can tell me that you can go back and reward him with some money and food, why did you still have the mind to mint coins? ”

Liu Che was drinking and enjoying himself, so he didn't care much about the three coins brought by Cui Jiu of the Great Changmen, and just asked a few words casually, which sounded a little annoyed: "Spread my will, Yang Chuan is not allowed to mint coins by himself." ”

Then he continued to eat meat and drink, and his beard was stained with a lot of bright mutton fat and wine, which looked more and more black and supple under the bright light.

Cui Jiu glanced at the emperor expressionlessly, turned around and walked out of the hall, it should have been for Yang Chuan to 'pass the decree'.

In the main hall, a group of Hun women wore distinctive grassland robes and danced hard, and the grief, pain and hatred of the past had long been eliminated.

The only thing left is to find a way to dance well.

For the Hun women, war was a matter for men, not for them.

On the grassland, the greatest use of women is to herd sheep and give birth to their cubs, which by the way bring moisture and warmth to men; Because wars broke out between tribes, many men were killed in battle, and they were divided among the victors' tents as goods, just like cattle and sheep, and continued to herd sheep, lay their young, and be galloped.

Their dances are rarely varied, and are mostly imitations and repetitions of labor and worship to the gods, which can easily make people get tired.

In Yang Chuan's words, this kind of pot dance is not suitable for display in the court, but should be danced in the squares, streets and alleys of Chang'an City, and it should be a multi-person sport after tea and dinner.

But.

Liu Che was never tired of this, and changed his tricks to let the Hun women dance and sing for him; Sometimes, when he was not in a good mood, he would let Yi Zhixian's uncle, father-in-law and the royal court ministers sing and dance in front of him, which is also the most talked about thing by the people of the Han Empire.

When drinking and eating meat, there can be a group of rivals' relatives singing and dancing, which gives Liu Che a very secret sense of satisfaction.

It's just that Yang Chuan is very disdainful of this.

Even, there is some disgust.

In his eyes as a cook, as the emperor, Liu Che's move more or less carries the hooligan temperament of some of the old Liu family, which does not conform to the character of the 'Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty'.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with him.

The quality of an emperor may be very important to the Han Empire, but in the long run, which Central Plains dynasty did not have a few so-called good emperors at the beginning of its establishment?

But there's a fart.

Two or three hundred years later, it has not become a chicken feather......

……

"The emperor won't let me mint coins," two or three hours later, Yang Chuan received a secret report from Chang'an City, and his expression on his face did not change much, "It seems that I can only take a dose of fierce medicine." ”

(End of chapter)