Half of ‘Shunting’

Author: The chef of 300 jin

Half of ‘Shunting’

He made a lot of calculations, but he didn't even count that one day, Yang Chuan would "disaster come from his mouth".

As for the Han Empire at present, it is not a bullshit world like "Qingfeng is illiterate, why do you read books randomly?" Even if you have an occasional slip of the tongue in the court, it is not a big deal. At most, you will be laughed at by the emperor and his colleagues.

However, at the critical moment when he was about to hit scholars all over the world, he could make such a big mistake, but he would make more or less complain to others. Once the scholars were caught, it would be more troublesome.

It's like when he prepared all the ingredients, seasonings, sesame oil, dipping sauce, chopped green onions and coriander. When he was preparing to have a meal of mutton, a handful of pepper noodles was thrown into the shabu pot. It tasted spicy and rinsed. How could he rinse it?

Yang Chuan thought about it repeatedly and finally decided: 'Since you can't eat mutton hotpot, then have a meal of spicy mutton thighs.'

As a chef, who hasn't made a few mistakes?

I was going to make a plate of fried lamb, but when I was about to put it in the pot, I found that the lamb this time was a bit old and obviously it was Kela mutton.

Stupid chefs often follow the menu and forcefully stir-fry them, and the result is naturally not very wonderful. Not only is the waste of ingredients, it will also cause some irritable diners to scold them.

In fact, when encountering this situation, good chefs usually temporarily change the menu, marinate the old and mutton with egg white, pepper, salt, pepper, soy sauce, sesame oil, etc. for a few minutes, stir-fry in a pan until it changes color, and drain the oil for a while.

Next, whether it is cooking the fried mutton onion or mixing noodles with oil, isn’t it drying dandan?

Yang Chuan’s idea is to change the menu temporarily.

Since the "Anime of Talking about the Analects of Confucius" has happened, Dong Zhongshu, the old thief, grabbed the handle, let him hold on.

A little handle is a handle when pinching it in your hand.

However, if that handle suddenly becomes long, big, and tough, that thing is not a handle, but a magic weapon to cure people... OK.

Yang Chuan rubbed his cheeks hard for a few times, brewed a pot of wild chrysanthemum tea for himself, closed his eyes and rested for a stick of incense, and carefully sorted out the logical order of the matter, and then started to do it.

‘When people read, is this kind of joke about the Analects of Confucius wrong?’

‘Okay, then let it be more wrong.’

‘People who read books think that this is a humiliation of the saint, right?’

‘Okay, then keep humiliating!’

‘…’

Yang Chuan held a small wolf pen and spread out a top-quality rice paper. He muttered something and started writing at his desk. Without realizing it, it started to rain outside the window.

Spring rain is as precious as oil.

In Jiangnan and Guanzhong, people's praise for spring rain has never stopped, let alone Shuofang County, which is relatively dry and rainy, a spring rain is a life of life.

call!

Finally finished: "Half-Wind Words"

The scholars of the Han Empire often said, "Half the Analects of Confucius governed the world", which sounded very heroic and domineering, and naturally it was also very encouraging. Facts prove that those scholars who were familiar with the Analects of Confucius were really not simple. After more than two thousand years of hard work, they finally ruled the Han Empire into a country of etiquette. Finally, in a certain year, they were shot directly by a foreign gun and cannon...

Ahem, I think too much.

How could a scholar, a scholar, be able to interfere with the status and status of his scholars, as well as his merits and demerits and faults of the Han Empire? It was just that his thoughts were a bit broken and he was just cursing him if he was not careful.

Yang Chuan drank a big bowl of cold tea, looked back and read the half of his "shuangyu" again, and couldn't help but smile and said, "I just don't know if this mage of this random fabrication will be banned or reported by the old Kong family in two thousand years?"

A slander must be unable to escape.

If you can't hide, you can't hide. Let's avoid this unpredictable disaster first.

He stretched his waist, moved his muscles and bones, stretched out his hand to push open the window, but was stunned by a drizzle: "What a spring rain..."

...

This rain lasted for three days and three nights.

Floating and cool.

It seemed as if the entire Shuofang County turned green overnight.

Millions of newly reclaimed fertile fields, under the nourishment of this spring rain, a layer of seedlings of crops emerged, and looking around, it was very gratifying.

However, in this spring rain, a loft in the prefect's house seemed a little depressed; nearly two hundred scholars, either sitting, standing, or holding their heads up, squirting the young man sitting in the middle, were squirting wildly.

"Yang Chuan, as a priest at Tai Academy, you are so nonsense and humiliating the ancestors?"

"I think back to the beginning, when you Yang Chuan made up four sentences of teachings, it was quite intimidating. Clinker, you are a person with a human face and a beastly heart, and your words and deeds are different, which is too disappointing for the world!"

"Yang Chuan, if you don't explain this matter clearly today, we will join forces with scholars from all over the world to go to Weiyang Palace to find the emperor and ask the emperor to give the people of all over the world an explanation."

"Also, as soon as you arrived at Shuofang County, you started a massacre and killed 90% of the officials in the ten counties of Shuofang, causing more than 700 people to die unjustly outside Shuofang City. You are truly a big butcher of the Han Dynasty!"

"Yangchuan, when you were in Shuofang County, you resell the iron tools allocated by the imperial court to exchange for useless silk threads and other things to make money for your own papermaking. It is extremely hateful!"

"Yangchuan Little Thief, are you mute? Why don't you tell me?"

“…”

A group of scholars squirted at Yang Chuan, and everyone took the lead, just as Yang Chuan dug their ancestral graves, slept with their women, beat and scolded their children. Every scholar was so excited that he was about to pounce on him and tear off a few pieces of raw meat.

Yang Chuan brought a bowl of wild chrysanthemum tea and drank it lightly without any taste. From time to time, he looked at the endless spring rain outside the window, looking a little absent-minded.

Finally, Dong Zhongshu, who had been silent, stood up and bowed, "Why does Changning Hou look a little depressed?"

Dong Zhongshu was the "school master" of the Han Empire. As soon as he spoke, all the other scholars naturally shut up.

They also took a few big steps back and left a large open space in the middle of the hall so that Dong Zhongshu could perform normally.

Yang Chuan glanced at Dong Zhongshu and smiled inexplicably, "Dong Gong, this spring rain is very good. The crops of 1.2 million mu of fertile fields should be able to grow well."

Dong Zhongshu was slightly stunned and said seriously: "If Changning Hou is worried about farming, why not go out and do it? We scholars are just trying to get into the mouth. In fact, we have no power and no ability, so we can't help you Changning Hou."

Yang Chuan chuckled: "If you can't help, you will be the biggest one."

Dong Zhongshu's face darkened and said, "Marty Changning, do you really don't understand, or pretend not to understand? You massacred more than 90% of corrupt officials in Shuofang County and randomly transferred the military farm supplies allocated by the court. These are all small matters. Marty Changning is a person who does big things, so it is inevitable that there will be some omissions. Even if the court investigates it, it will be just a crime of dereliction of duty.

but.

Marquis Changning, you randomly interpret the subtle meaning of the saint and have been widely circulated among the three thousand children in Shuofang County. This matter is probably difficult to argue."

While speaking, the old thief slowly reached into his arms and took out a roll of silk, which was densely covered with words. He said with a smile: "Mr. Changning, are these words that distorted the saints by Dongfang Shuo?"

Yang Chuan finally withdrew his gaze, stared at Dong Zhongshu very seriously, and smiled gently, "Can Dongfang Shuo have such great talent?"

"Tell you the truth. These words are my lord's understanding of the words and deeds of the saints. I originally didn't want to take them out for the time being, for fear of scaring you scholars who are useless..."

A buzzing sound.

Nearly two hundred scholars were immediately in an uproar.

"You little thief Yangchuan, don't be arrogant!"

"The child of Huangkou misinterpreted and misread the great meaning of the ancient sage, it's damn!"

"Yang Chuan, just wait to be scolded to death by the people of the world!"

“…”

The readers scolded and cursed for a full stick of incense before they calmed down.

It looks a little unsatisfied.

Yang Chuan's face remained unchanged, and waited until everyone shut up, looking at Dong Zhongshu who was standing in the middle of the hall, waiting for the Han Empire's "school master" to make the final decision and suppress Yang Chuan on the spot.

Dong Zhongshu Zhen shook his clothes, stepped forward, and was about to speak.

"Mr. Dong, do you really want to force me to take action?"

Yang Chuan's face gradually became expressionless, and he looked at Dong Zhongshu indifferently: "I will give you another chance to take back what you said before, bring these useless wastes and get out of here; if this Marquis takes action, I'm afraid everyone's face will not look good."

"I'll count three times, you Dong Zhongshu will weigh it yourself."

Dong Zhongshu was slightly stunned and opened his mouth to speak.

"three!"

Yang Chuan skipped one and two and called out directly to the 'three'. Then, he slowly sat up straight and sneered: "Dong Zhongshu, and all the bullshit scholars, this is what you forced me to do, don't blame others randomly."

Dong Zhongshu's eyes twitched a few times, why did he think something was wrong?

Could it be that Yangchuan thief has any backup plan...?

Before he could react, Yang Chuan had already stood up, clapped his palms, and ordered: "Come on, carry half of my lord's whisper in to open the eyes of these wastes."

With a dull bang, the door of the hall was knocked open. Huo Qubing and Cao Xiang and his two bodies were all brightly armored. They walked into the hall with big strides and came to Yang Chuan's left and right sides, pressed the sword in their hands, and stared at the scholars present in their eyes with cold eyes.

"Come in!"

"promise!"

Huo Qubing shouted loudly, and a shout came from outside the door, but hundreds of Yulin orphans shouted angrily in unison. Eight Yulin orphans carried four large boxes and walked in with big strides.

Ton ton ton ton!

The four-piece box looked extremely heavy, and after being placed on the ground, it made the attic floor tremble.

"Open." Yang Chuan ordered calmly.
To be continued...