Chapter 1905 No confusion at forty, no smell of copper
He came all the way from Sichuan and Shu, and Liu Bei also carefully observed the changes along the way. He found that everything in other places seemed to be changing very quickly, but Dingze, where he was staying, was still the same.
What is on your own territory?
Ore, mine.
Worry artisans and numb miners.
What about Chengdu, Hanzhong, and Chang'an?
Happy, peaceful.
He seems to live in the mud, and these cities are in the clouds.
There was an inexplicable feeling in Liu Bei's heart. Although he never said it, and he laughed every day, but when he was alone, there was always a kind of sadness like the cold in the abyss, which made him feel scared and Don't dare to look directly.
Perhaps, the distance from the glory of my dream is getting farther and farther...
At first, Liu Bei did have some luck in his heart. After all, Fei Qian was also a prince who took advantage of the turmoil in the court, just like Liu Bei, and Xiliang Bingzhou also had the same mistakes as before. It is not sure when Fei Qian will go Dong Zhuo's old path is also uncertain, and Liu Bei will naturally stand up and revive at that time.
But now...
It's like a large group of people are rushing on the road. Originally, they all walked at the same distance, and the gap between up and down was not far away, but as time went by, the distance became larger and larger. Shallow feet trudge through the muddy water.
Especially Xijing Shangshutai.
Liu Bei knew exactly what this meant.
When Liu Bei found out about this, he was stunned, and even his breathing was not so smooth, big man... Your Majesty...
Perhaps the Son of Heaven or Cao Sikong had their reasons for doing this, but this is also tantamount to acknowledging the legitimacy of He Feiqian's dominance in the pass. From that moment on, General Hussars was no longer a simple The princes of one place are almost equivalent to half of the Han dynasty!
Obviously, after Fei Qian acquired the Xijing Shangshutai, the pace of the whole process immediately accelerated a lot. Looking at the recent edicts issued frequently, new departments of one kind or another have been established, and the administrative organization has become larger and more complete. It seems that they have completely got rid of the brutality and incompetence of the original Xiliang warriors, but they only know the inherent impression of hacking and slaughtering, which has added a bit of heroism and arrogance that the Shandong gentry lacked.
Liu Bei didn't know how Fei Qian could achieve this step. Liu Bei couldn't figure this out, and neither could Guan Yu. Although Guan Yu usually doesn't talk much, Liu Bei knows that Guan Yu somewhat admires Fei Qian.
This is not Guan Yu's problem. After all, even Liu Bei himself admires Fei Qian. At least Liu Bei felt that if Liu Bei was allowed to do these things by himself, he really would not be able to achieve the current situation. Maybe Liu Bei thought he could compete with Fei Qian before, but now, he really sees the gap.
big difference.
As for Zhang Fei, Liu Bei felt that he was a little ashamed of him. After all, Zhang Fei believed in him so much and had no regrets. But now, Liu Bei still feels that his promises to Zhang Fei seemed to be deception.
Liu Bei has been trying very hard to catch up, deliberate and study very hard, but still can't catch up with Fei Qian's pace, and what makes Liu Bei even more helpless is that whenever Liu Bei has made some progress through his efforts, he looks up, But I found that Fei Qian had already run farther, and the distance was greater...
It's like Ding Ruo.
Is there any resentment, there must be, but so what? After all, Hussar General Fei Qian also said that the iron in Dingzao can be smelted, but it is not easy to smelt, because the quality of iron ore is different. This is a common problem in metallurgy nowadays, and it is not unique to Dingzao iron mine. , as well as elsewhere.
Liu Bei has also smelted some good steel, but the overall proportion is not high, and most of them are unformed and unusable semi-finished products.
Maybe through the special research and exploration of those craftsmen under him, he can improve and improve the smelting process, so that the proportion of high-quality steel will increase, but even if it succeeds, so what?
Can I catch up with Fei Qian?
When Liu Bei arrived in Chang'an, he met Fei Qian and had a conversation.
When Liu Bei realized that he was still worrying about the ore, Fei Qian was thinking about the whole world. Liu Bei himself is just a **** in Fei Qian's hands.
Feiqian is like a big mountain stretching in front of Liu Bei. When he saw the hillside in front of him, he thought that the mountain was so high that he could climb over it with hard work, but when he climbed the mountain, he found that There are still, there are still higher and more mountains...
The combination of the ambition to make contributions and the fear of the unknown future made Liu Bei miserable. Being between the heaven and the earth, among the mountains, Liu Bei felt his insignificance for the first time.
The world was in chaos in the first year of Zhongping, and Liu Bei officially entered this chaotic competition. It has been sixteen years since he was a passionate young man, and now he is nearly forty. Counting people, that is, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, Touch your pocket, it's cleaner than your own face...
Stand up at thirty, unable to stand up, not confused at forty, still confused.
Could it be that I'm really like the Confucius who passed Mount Tai, as General Hussars said, I just know what's happening, or know something about why, but I don't know what to do or how to change it?
What next?
Liu Bei tossed and turned, thought about it, and finally threw away his face, carried the thorns on his back, and went to the general's mansion.
If Liu Bei is alone, and the whole family is not hungry after eating with one mouth, then it doesn't matter. It's like the rude postal supervisor back then. Liu Bei ran away after being whipped.
But now, how come again?
Continue to struggle between heaven and earth?
How long can I last?
Forty, no longer in the teens or twenties, clamoring for the age of a bowl-sized scar if you lose your head. Now he still has brothers, Sun Qianmi Zhu who eats with him, and the veterans under his command...
Liu Bei must give these people an account of himself and find a way out for these people. This is his burden and an unshirkable responsibility on his shoulders.
20-year-old Liu Bei, stealing chickens and chasing dogs, likes beautiful clothes. Liu Bei lives happily, unrestrained and unrestrained.
Thirty-year-old Liu Bei, fought north and south, defected to east and west, Liu Bei is living in a dream, although it is hard work, there is still hope.
Forty-year-old Liu Bei is desperate and his future is bleak. Liu Bei lives for his own responsibilities, humble and helpless.
However, there is still a little light in Liu Bei's heart like a candle in the wind, that is his thoughts, his life's expectations, he still hopes that he can really achieve a career, worthy of the thin blood in his body, worthy of His promise to his brother is worthy of the oath he made to his subordinates!
Even at this moment, to abandon my dignity...
Use dignity in exchange for the new hope that belongs to him, his brothers, and his subordinates!
Hope for the future, glory for the future!
Liu Bei carried the thorns on his back, lowered his head, lowered his head that he thought he would never lower, ignored the pointing and pointing of the surrounding officials, walked straight to the main gate of Hussar General's Mansion, took a deep breath, Then he closed his eyes, knelt down on the ground, bowed his head and worshiped:
『Sinner... Please see the lord...』
Leave Liu Bei's questions aside for the time being, and let's look at Sima Hui, Mr. Shui Jing in Guanzhong, because of the gold and silver fan, he made a big splash.
People's pursuit of beautiful things will not be reduced by half just because they are in the Han Dynasty. Of course, the standard of beauty and ugliness will change with the passage of time, just like the Han Dynasty believed that simplicity and grandeur were a kind of beauty.
Gold and silver fans are the objects that the children of the gentry think can best reflect their personal temperament.
A collection of gold and silver representing family wealth, jade pendants representing personal morality, and the inscription "handwritten" by the great Confucian Shui Jing representing literature, when Fei Qian integrated them together, it simply lit Guanzhong. The indescribable emotional eruption point of the children of the gentry.
Perhaps later generations may look like nouveau riche attire, which is unbearably vulgar, but at the moment, it has set off a wave of craze. Because of the scarcity of the number, many people couldn't get what they asked for, which stimulated these people's pursuit of gold and silver fans, and even went to the other courtyard of Sima Hui, Mr. Shuijing, to see if there was any way out. .
The land is sparsely populated these days, so Sima Hui's other courtyard in Guanzhong is about ten miles east of Chang'an. It was built according to the mountains and rivers. Although it is not comparable to a large manor, it still covers an area of nearly ten acres.
Generally speaking, the price of mountainous land like this is not high because it is inconvenient to cultivate, or where it has not been reclaimed, so Sima Hui didn't spend much, and it was even cheaper than buying real estate in Chang'an City overall. In line with Sima Hui's consistent "worldly master" character design.
Sima Hui's manor architecture is very distinctive. There is not only one main hall, but five halls in the front, back, left, and right. The three halls in the middle are very close to each other. They are opened through the corridor, and the doors and windows are also very large. In fact, it is an enlarged version of the hall. A hall can be opened or closed according to needs to increase or decrease the reception area.
It's like the multi-functional hall in the later generation hotel, except that the later generation hotel has movable wall panels, while Sima Hui's here is just enlarged and wider doors and windows.
From this point of view, in fact, Sima Hui's so-called "reclusive life outside the world" is probably just "outside".
At this time, there were already a lot of laughter in the hall, and some people even sang and danced. The children of the gentry in the Han Dynasty had to know at least a little bit of singing and dancing, and this habit has been extended to later generations. If they can't sing in some scenes, they are almost at the bottom of the chain of contempt.
Sima Hui smiled slightly, sitting in the hall, surrounded by half a hundred guests, and there were more and more of them.
This is also normal.
Scholars have always been like this, and it is even more normal to follow the trend. It is the instinct of many children of the gentry to go wherever there is benefit.
The children in Guanzhong are mostly concentrated around Wei Duan now, and the people in Hedong and Hanoi, of course, expect Sima Hui to stand up, and the appearance of the gold and silver fan will undoubtedly make these people collectively excited...
When it comes to power, Sima Hui is naturally not the most high, but when it comes to the current influence in the cultural field, then all the gentry in Guanzhong are counted as one, and they are not as good as the "reclusive" Sima Hui.
After all, Sima Hui's speech of "seeking the truth and seeking truth" at the Qinglong Temple Great Discourse really made a splash. In addition, I heard that Sima Hui would also be like Zheng Xuan. As an examiner for promoting talents, it is even more important. If you can get one or two comments from Sima Hui, wouldn't you have already won at the "starting line"?
Therefore, in the hall at the moment, apart from discussions, there are people singing some of their prose and poems aloud from time to time, and they use this to point out the current problems, or describe the market, and show off their talents.
Sima Hui also smiled from time to time, and then nodded, as if appreciating it, but actually said nothing.
After all, Sima Hui also knew what these people were trying to do, so he was naturally very cautious.
It's just that Sima Hui was more or less cautious, and these gentry were somewhat dissatisfied. Under the noise, someone stood up and said loudly: "In the past, Qinglong Temple was not fortunate enough to listen to Mr. Shuijing's lecture, which was a great regret in life. I don't know what happened today." Can you be lucky enough to listen to the fairy sound? 』
Immediately, a large group of people echoed loudly, and immediately the hall was full of enthusiasm.
Sima Hui was still smiling, not sure if there was anything wrong in his heart, but obviously Sima Hui knew that at such a critical moment, he couldn't easily say something, otherwise he would be punished by others. After this kind of understanding and explanation, if the original intention is fine, if it is misinterpreted...
But right now the crowd is raging, if Sima Hui doesn't do anything, how many times will these people be left in the cold, so he simply stepped back slightly and whispered a few words to his steward.
The steward of Sima's family took the order to go, and after a while, he meandered back with more than a dozen servants. In the hands of these slaves and maidservants, there are lacquer trays, and on the lacquer trays, there are all kinds of jewels and jade objects. Naturally, there are also gold and silver fans that are in the limelight.
Sima Hui coughed lightly, then got up and said: "The display of vulgar objects is not for dazzling, but for a splendid appearance!" Seeking elegance from the vulgar today is like finding a thousand pieces of gold, but a talent is hard to come by! You are all talented and talented people, now the general Hussars will give you a try, and this is the time to show off your skills! Today, some superficial things will be rewarded for everyone to try! 』
As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar and applause in the hall.
Although people often say "copper smell", how many people will not be fascinated by seeing gold and silver treasures?
Although it was said that everyone in the hall was in high spirits, there were more than half a hundred guests in the hall, and there were only more than thirty copies of articles and poems collected in the end.
After all, words are such a wonderful creature, they are usually stuffed with stuff, but when they really need to be used, they are often hard to find, and they are judged on the spot, so you can tell whether they are good or bad at a glance, whether they are ineffective or useless. Those who have not deposited their manuscripts, or those who feel timid, will not dare to write. It is better to hide the clumsiness than to show the ugliness.
Sima Hui selected one or two of these articles and poems, and then selected ten copies that were relatively good, and then made people chant or sing aloud, and made them public.
As the review progressed, everyone in the hall listened attentively. If they heard someone's poems, the person concerned couldn't help but smile, and the people next to him couldn't help congratulating.
Sima Hui's appreciation level is naturally not ordinary. After singing ten articles and poems in a row, everyone knows whether it is good or bad, and basically there is no voice of opposition.
Sima Hui laughed, and then the ten gentry children stepped forward one by one, each picking out their favorite property. It's a pity that there are only three gold and silver fans, and the people behind can only choose some other treasures.
"Wealth and honor are only outside the body, talent and learning are the only things to hold..." Sima Hui said with a smile, "Today, I see that you are all talented and educated. Fortunately, you have a little equipment, so that you won't be left out in the cold... Come, and drink this honor, I wish you all the best." Being able to stretch your chest and talent in the hussar's grace test is a glorious door! 』
After saying this, the banquet was pushed to a new climax.
Sima Hui smiled and turned into the back hall, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
『Come on! 』Sima Hui pondered for a long time, then took out a letter that was originally under the table and scroll, and called his servants to send the letter to Hanoi.
Sima Yi is now in Changshan, and Sima Hui is a little older, and his energy is inevitably a little weak. In addition, it is impossible for him to let go of his body and compete for some positions with the juniors, so sometimes he can only look at it and worry about it. Specially banqueting guests, to some extent means to win the favor of scholars.
However, after all, a leader is needed, and Sima Hui has no descendants, so he can only transfer some people from Sima Fang, such as Sima's third and fourth...
Thinking of this, Sima Hui couldn't help lowering his eyes and sighing.
I am ten or a hundred times better than Sima Fang in terms of literary accomplishment and personal reputation, but I can't compare to that...
It's really a young man who always sheds tears.
Thinking of the belongings that were sent out just now, Sima Hui couldn't help but feel a little bit heartbroken. Whose family's money was not blown by a strong wind. Before building such a manor house, they held a lot of banquets one after another. Seeing that the family's floating wealth seems to be dying stand up.
Sima Hui's eyes couldn't help but fell on another letter on the table.
After sitting alone for a while, Sima Hui once again ordered the servant: "Go and talk to that Cui Engeng, and please talk to the mansion in the future..."
Cui Hou sent someone to send a letter to Sima Hui before, saying that because he used Sima Hui's characters, he was willing to give Sima Hui some "moistening pens" and hoped to cooperate with Sima Hui in the next step, but Sima Hui was originally unwilling. I even thought it was an insult, and was very angry for two days, and threw his letter aside and ignored it, but the problem is that now seeing that money is indispensable, so Cui Hou, who was full of "copper smell" before, seems to have nothing to do with it. It doesn't stink so much...
(end of this chapter)
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