Chapter 298 Yang Chuan: Showdown, I'm not a human

Author: The chef of 300 jin

Chapter 298 Yang Chuan: Showdown, I'm not a human...

The so-called sound tube is nothing more than a tight silk string, with a layer of special wax paper connected to both ends, which can accurately convey sounds from hundreds of steps or even thousands of steps away.

Or, pass it on.

This is the early form of the phone. When Yang Chuan was a child, he had a lot of fun with his friends and felt it was too mysterious. Later, after getting in touch with the phone, he finally figured out the "electronic soundphone"

Working principle.

To this end, he removed the only radio in his home and wanted to remove the magnet stone.

Then, my father almost urinated from the soles of his shoes...

Unexpectedly, the little gadget from that time turned out to be a scientific invention of the Han Empire now? Yang Chuan couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.

He looked at Zhang Tang and asked curiously: "Zhang Tang, you rarely ask me for things. It seems that this sound tube is of great use to you."

Zhang Tang bowed, but said nothing.

Isn’t it just that I want to install some ‘sound tubes’ in the dungeon of Tingwei’s Mansion to monitor prisoners anytime and anywhere?

By the way, this thing is used properly. If you can find a way to install it in the secret rooms of some powerful families, isn’t it the earliest “eavesdropper” in the Han Empire? Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Zhang Tang is very dirty…

Yang Chuan casually drew a drawing of the 'sound tube' and handed it to Zhang Tang, and smiled and said, "I will only give you ten breaths, so don't blame me if I don't learn."

Zhang Tang quickly opened the roll of drawings, looked at them for only two or three times, and then fell into deep thought.

It turns out that many things in this world sound amazing, and they make people feel excited and excited just by thinking about it. However, when that layer of film is pierced, they only find out that there are only a few tricks.

"It's a gadget, indeed."

A rare smile appeared on Zhang Tang's face. Against the backdrop of two deep nasolabial folds, he looked quite gloomy and cold: "Thank you for your advice from Changning Hou."

Yang Chuan smiled and said, "Don't spread it easily..."

...

Huo Guang's face was still talking nonsense, and he actually tricked a large group of scholars who were thieves and thieves into a circle. Not only did he go back happily, but after nearly half an hour, he also came back.

Moreover, everyone carries two things.

A book, a sword.

Everyone brings different books, nothing more than the one they think is necessary to pass on through the ages; because Huo Guang said seriously that his teacher Yang Chuan will make up for the faults of "New Interpretation of the Analects of Confucius" for free

A book is published for every scholar who teaches in Shuofang County, with a minimum of 5,000 copies being printed.

but.

Huo Guang also told all the scholars that although he agreed to print books, it may take a long time to delay, because his teacher Yang Chuan was busy preparing to fight the Huns and had no soldiers at hand. He was anxious recently.

Fire doesn't care about such trivial matters at all.

This time, even Dong Zhongshu couldn't sit still.

He took the lead in saying that scholars must look like scholars. Is a scholar who can't dance guns, sticks, swords and swords or scholars? At the same time, he also specifically emphasized that a scholar who doesn't even dare to go to the battlefield is simply considered a

You must not be a scholar.

So, the more than 300 scholars rushed back.

After handing over the book in their hands to Huo Guang solemnly, they asked Yang Chuan to report it, saying that scholars also wanted to fight.

"Little brother, please tell Changning Hou that we and others are willing to join his tent. Even if we are heartbroken and blood is splattered on the battlefield, we are willing to do so!"

"Please accept it by Changning Hou!"

"Please accept Changning Hou..."

...

"This is too outrageous!"

Listening to the hustle and bustle at the gate of the prefect's mansion, Huo Qubing was finally moved and looked at Yang Chuan very strangely. After holding his breath for several times, he sighed: "Yang Chuan, you are right. My younger brother is really better than me."

Yang Chuan laughed: "It's not that he is better than you, but that he is better than you, he can observe his words and demeanors, and he can do things. On the one hand, this shows that the child is smart. On the other hand, it can be seen that he lived in his hometown in Hedong County.

It's not really satisfactory."

Huo Qubing was silent.

He actually had no feelings for this half-brother Huo Guang, and even had some inexplicable hatred, always feeling unfair.

However, when he saw Huo Guang, the hatred disappeared inexplicably.

On the contrary, deep in his heart, a feeling of indescribableness arises; in Yang Chuan's words, this may be the feeling of blood being connected and blood being thicker than water?

Yang Chuan continued to say a few gossips, just to tell students such as Liu Man, Zhiniang, Narentoya, Zhang Anshi that the family environment often has a profound impact on a person's growth, which is considered popularization by the way.

I read the basic concept of 'cultivation education'.

Then, he stood up and walked out the door: "Let's go, since scholars are willing to help with war, you can't let everyone down."

A few people came out of the secret room in the back hall and came to a pond. Yang Chuan asked someone to invite all the scholars in.

"Uncle Tangyi, you are ready to start the meal," Yang Chuan looked up at the blue sky and smiled, "Today is a good day. I have to eat a few kilograms of meat and drink a few bowls of wine to strengthen my great scholars."

While speaking, more than 300 scholars came in in a row.

As soon as they met, Dong Zhongshu walked up with a laugh, bowed to Yang Chuan and said, "Marty Changning, I, Dong Zhongshu, this time I begged to go into battle to kill the enemy. You won't drive me out, right?"

Yang Chuan said seriously: "Sirs, guarding the territory of my Han Dynasty and defending our homeland. This feeling is enough to kill more than half of the scholars in the world. What kind of virtue is Yang Chuan? How dare I drive you out?"

"but."

He changed his tone and glanced at the scholars, and then said, "Even if you have the heart to kill the enemy and serve the country, you cannot do your own thing. We have to make it clear. Once you are summoned to be included in the military sequence of Shuofang County,

The military orders of this marquis must be strictly enforced.

Everyone, are you willing to respond?”

Dong Zhongshu bowed first: "I am willing to obey the orders of the Marquis of Changning."

Other scholars also bowed and said in unison: "Please dispatch the Marquis of Changning!"

Yang Chuan looked at the more than 300 white-haired scholars and felt a little touched in his heart: ‘Look, this is what a great scholar should look like…’

Think about some scholars in later generations, either the water is too cold or the scalp is itchy. When facing war and death, they are often like some timid lambs who are afraid of it, but in the end they are shaved by beasts from other countries and broken.

If you become an absolute slave, you will naturally not have any good reputation.

It's really a bit worth it.

It seems that it doesn’t matter whether it is a scholar, a wanderer, a farmer who cultivates the land, a cook who cooks, or a craftsman who makes blacksmiths, even if he is more stubborn and ruthless on weekdays, it doesn’t matter.

As long as he can stand up and walk with his sword at a critical moment, that would be great.

Of course, the old thief Dong Zhongshu...

"Come on, show your sirs, serve wine and food, and start the meal!"

"By the way, Uncle Tangyi, bring out the jars of good wine that our family has just brewed recently. Today, I will be drunk with you all before I can stop."

Tang Yi's father replied in a muffled manner and then stepped down to bring the wine.

Yang Chuan ordered, then sat down in the main seat and said slowly: "I promised to publish a book for each of you gentlemen. This is not a pretentious gesture for you to call for war.

One thing is necessary to make it clear and understand, otherwise, I, Yang Chuan, will I become a villain who is eager for quick success and instant benefits?"

"The reason why Huo Guang was inspired by words and asked all the gentlemen to come is simply because this marquis will soon go to the Yulin Army to fight. He may not be able to return after going to the northern Mobei grasslands."

"Or, I will never come back if I die in battle with Huo Qubing, Cao Xiang, Li Gan and more than 1,700 Yulin orphans."

"So, what should we do in Shuofang County?"

"The Huns went south this time, with a total of 100,000 elite cavalry. The Yulin Army and half of the county soldiers were going out to fight. We must leave some people to resist. You are all scholars, among which,

Although many people are named Confucian scholars, they are still quite familiar with the books of military corpses. They are always better than those military households on the military farm, right?"

Yang Chuan opened his heart to the scholars of the Han Empire for the first time and said a lot, which was nothing more than the feelings of family and country, and the ethics of literati. He also praised one or two sentences from time to time, and let everyone in the seat be as if they were bathed in the spring breeze and looked at the young Changning Hou's gaze.

All of them are a little sympathetic.

This scene made Cao Xiang, Huo Qubing and others who were accompanying him secretly sigh that they were still shouting and beating and killing one or two hours ago, and in the blink of an eye, they could not learn how to talk and laugh with the readers with a spring breeze.

Only Zhang Anshi and Huo Guang looked at their teacher with bright eyes, looking very excited.

What's this?

Well, this is probably what the teacher mentioned emotional intelligence?

Sometimes, lifting heavy weights makes people feel shocked and their blood is over; sometimes, lifting lightly and heavy, like a martial arts master posing casually, making people feel very uncomfortable at first sight...

...

At a banquet, more than 300 scholars were almost completely released by several major jars of "Yang's Jiuliangye". Even the old thief Dong Zhongshu, who claimed to be "not drunk without a thousand cups", was cut off.

I heard from a few personal soldiers who served that the scholars sometimes cried, sometimes laughed, sometimes sang as they cried, and played the sword as they sang, and looked like a group of lost orphans, who had a hat on the Confucian scholar who was cherished in daily life.

It was used as a utensil for wine, and it was only after the noisy that it gradually subsided after being discontinued in the middle of the night.
To be continued...