The original Huang Mang was not like he was crazy about trying to gain fame as he is now, he was the actual leader of everyone, and almost every sale of illicit salt had his plan. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

At first, when he hadn't met Mr. Sima, he didn't have any special thoughts in his heart, but after he talked to Mr. Sima a few times, his thoughts began to change. After a few years, Huang Mang thoroughly admired the old man's knowledge and temperament, and wanted to worship the other party as a teacher, but the other party did not plan to accept him as an apprentice.

Huang Mang does not lack patience, Mr. Sima did not want to accept him as a disciple, he was not discouraged, but from time to time asked the other party questions, every festival, always take something as a thank you gift, has not given up the idea of apprenticeship.

Finally, one day, the old gentleman seemed to be moved by him and accepted him as a disciple.

Huang Mang knew that the old gentleman actually knew that he was a smuggler of salt, but he never pointed it out.

Everyone knows that if you don't eat salt, you will have no strength, and selling illicit salt is a huge profit, although Dahao Taizu ordered salt and iron to monopolize, but now, private salt is already commonplace in various places.

For example, now the emperor has issued an order that for illegal salt dealers, whether they are found out or not, and whether there is evidence or not, as long as there is any suspicion, they must "titanium left toe", that is, hang extremely heavy iron tongs on the left toe.

For everyone, Huang Mang always took the biggest risk, because according to the regulations of the imperial court, illegal salt dealers are fatal, and selling a certain amount of illegal salt is at risk of killing their heads.

Huang Mang saw everyone's expressions, and scolded with a smile: "You must think that I have picked a pick, don't worry, I will break into the salt pass." ”

Everyone immediately said, "Big brother, take care." ”

Huang Mang nodded.

Wang Chongba patted Huang Mang's shoulder and said, "Brother Huang, human life in this world is not as good as a dog, if you still don't pass the exam this time, you still have to think about it more." ”

Huang Mang swept everyone's eyes and said in a deep voice: "You don't need to say much, I, Huang Mang, know it in my heart, and during this time, please protect Huangjia Village for me." ”

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"Clouds to rain, snow to wind, evening to clear sky. Laihong is against the swallow, and the bird is against the songworm. Three-foot sword, six-jun bow, Lingbei to Jiangdong. ”

"The summer palace in the world, the Guanghan Palace in the sky. On both sides of the strait, the smoke and willows are green, and the spring rain in a garden is red. Two sideburns wind and frost, the morning of the journey, a cloud of smoke and rain, the night fishing by the stream. ”

In the early morning, the school on the north side of Huangjia Village heard the sound of Lang Lang's book.

The children in the school have bright voices, they are all children from Huangjia Village, and they are wearing coarse linen clothes. Their parents were originally reluctant to let their children come to the school, but they heard that Mr. Sima did not charge a penny, so they were willing to let them come here.

Mr. Sima looked at these serious and serious children with serious expressions with a smile, and then walked out of the door to say goodbye to his three disciples who were going to enter Beijing to take the exam.

"The dust is haunting, lazy caressing the seven-stringed green Qi, the frost is full of temples, and the shyness looks at the hundred refining bronze. Poor to rich, plug to pass, wild to brook boy. The sideburns are green to the eyebrows, and the teeth are red to the lips. ”

The vaguely melodious words came, and Mr. Sima saw the three disciples who saluted him.

Ruan Qing and Chen Chichu had an elegant temperament, looking at Mr. Sima respectfully, they were not very old, eight or nine years ago, they were famous prodigies in the Huangjia Village area, they were brilliant since childhood, and their understanding was extremely high.

Mr. Sima did not plan to accept apprentices at first, but when the two of them visited together, he was surprised by the talents of the two, so he was willing to accept them as disciples.

Their respective families can be regarded as a prominent family in the countryside, the family is solid, the two have read poetry and books since childhood, and when they were young, they worshiped under Mr. Sima's door, so at this time the two of them are standing, and their every move has the style of a bachelor.

Huang Mang is different, he is burly, half a head taller than Ruan Qing and Chen Chichu, and there is a scar on his temples near the tip of his eyebrows, not like a scholar at all.

Although Mr. Sima is old, his body is still quite vigorous, and he said to the three of them: "I have accepted some disciples in my life, some are okay, some are average, you should be my last disciples, I can teach you all of them, I hope not to disappoint me." ”

"Teacher, you ......" Mr. Sima said in a tone that was different from the past, allowing the three of them to guess something.

Mr. Sima interrupted them with a wave of his hand, and continued: "Needless to say, I came here more than eight years ago, and now it's time to leave. Goodbye, maybe never again, fate, you listen to me talk about these years, I will last say a few more words. ”

"Ruan Qing. Mr. Sima looked at Ruan Qing and said: "Among the three, you have the highest talent, and you can always hit the nail on the head when you look at things, but the truth on paper is finally on paper, everything changes, but you are a little stubborn, you are in the game, can you clearly see the situation and see yourself?"

Mr. Sima stopped immediately, turned his head and said to Chen Chichu: "Your talent is half as inferior to Ruan Qing, and your decisiveness is not as good as Huang Mang, but you are stronger than the two of them, that is, self-knowledge, you can clearly know what you want." With this alone, you will have no regrets in this life. ”

When Mr. Sima finished speaking, he paused for a long time, looked at Huang Mang's expectant eyes, and then said slowly: "Huang Mang, you wanted to worship me as a teacher back then, but I flatly refused, do you remember this incident?"

Huang Mang, the eldest of the three, scratched his head and said: "The student didn't dare to forget, the teacher was so annoyed by me that he wanted me to write poems for the chrysanthemum, saying that if it was good, I would consider one or two, but I immediately said 'It can be the head of a hundred flowers, and it is natural to give him yellow clothes'." ”

Huang Mang sneered: "As a result, your face changed suddenly, and you are about to drive the student away." ”

Old Mr. Sima looked at Huang Mang and knew that he hadn't said it all.

At that time, Huang Mang saw the old man's face, thought that his poem was not good, and casually said a complete poem:

The sassy west wind is planted all over the yard, and it is difficult for the cold fragrance and cold butterflies to come.

If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together.

Who knew that Mr. Sima was shocked when he heard it, and immediately kicked Huang Mang out, and then ignored his several requests to see him.

"Your talent is good, but you only have seven or eight points, and your understanding is still a cut short of the two of them. Mr. Sima pointed at Ruan Qing and Chen Chichu, and then said: "In eight or nine years, I can see your character, but I am far from seeing human nature, I didn't want to accept you, but I watched what you did in Huangjia Village, all of them were pure feelings, and I accepted you as a disciple under my feelings." ”

Mr. Sima shook his head, and then said: "I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, I can only hope that you can always have this innocence in the future." ”

"Well, that's it. Mr. Sima hunched his back to the three of them, and finally said, "Let's go, people will always grow up." ”

The three of them bent over the back of Mr. Sima, and left together until the old man could not see the back of the old man.

The voices of those children still roam the world.

"The sky is vast, the sun is melting, and the sword is bent against the bow. The woman's eyebrows are slender and a crescent moon appears under her forehead, and the man is strong and spits a long rainbow in his chest. ”