"Brother Zhao is not picking the bones in Wei's eggs. Then, "Shuowen Jiezi" uses the shape of the characters as the index, and each character must explain its meaning. After only 10,000 words were collected, it has been as high as fifteen volumes, and each volume is divided into two parts, which is extremely troublesome to carry! Your "Primary School Dictionary" has more pronunciations than "Shuowen Jiezi". You want to achieve the sound, shape, and meaning. Your original intention is for the convenience of others... Don't pull me, I'm asking Brother Yong Zhao for advice!" After the banquet, a certain lever was revealed again, pulling Zhang Qian and chatting endlessly.

"Gangjing, Gangjing, all the other guests have left. Let's not leave anymore. Wait until the city gate is closed, let's see how you enter the city?" Mu Nanfeng pulled Wei Dao's arm, his white forehead was so anxious that he was covered in sweat. "Besides, Brother Zhao is ten times more talented than you and me, he must have thought of the problem you can think of."

"Nanfeng, this is a big mistake!" Wei Dao broke free from his pull without hesitation and retorted drunk: "As the saying goes, a wise man will make a mistake, and a fool will make a mistake. It is true that Brother Zhao is ten times more talented than Wei, but he may not think of everything in everything."

"There is no need to rush to say it today." Mu Nanfeng dragged him down and stamped his feet in anger. "Brother Zhao said that compiling dictionaries is a matter of the year. At that time, you will display them one by one and discuss them in person with everyone."

"How can Wei ensure that he still remembers these after the New Year?" Wei Dao tilted his head and rolled his eyelids at him. "Besides, if you don't say anything, it's like a thorn in your throat. From now on to the first month of the New Year, wouldn't it be a problem for Wei to hold it in?"

"You ask, you ask, it's better to ask until dark, and then live in Brother Zhao!" Mu Nanfeng had no choice but to hold his arms around and mock him.

"What's wrong? You can ask Brother Yong Zhao for advice." Wei Dao shook his head without caring, then clasped his fists and looked at Zhang Qian who was sending the guest out. "Don't blame Brother Zhao, if you really don't say it, you will feel uncomfortable. The "Shuowen Jiezi" has a total of thirty volumes, and it's very troublesome to carry it. Your "Primary School Dictionary" must only be more words than it, and it won't be less words than it. If it's as high as fifty or sixty volumes, wouldn't it go against your original intention of providing convenience to scholars all over the world?!"

"Have Brother Gangjing seen the account books used in the store?" Knowing that Wei Dao is actually not bad-hearted, but is born to like arguing with others, Zhang Qian smiled and told his idea truthfully, "It is really troublesome to carry one volume. So the dictionary is prepared to divide it into pages like an account book. Each page is the same size as the bronze pattern you see today. Write the page number in the lower corner and then bind it with twine. In this way, if the characters are printed slightly smaller, the dictionary can almost be as thick as two blue bricks. Just find a bag to pack and you can carry it with you."

In another time and space, the invention of the thread-bound book is unknown, but it was already popular all over the world in the Song Dynasty. Therefore, in the eighth century Tang Dynasty, it was no longer technically difficult to make a thread-bound book, and it was already possible to find the prototype in daily life.

Therefore, when Zhang Qian took out the prototype of the account book, Wei Dao immediately realized. "Brother Zhao is indeed a talented person, and you can think of this method! This time, Wei can finally go back to sleep with peace of mind." Then, he quickly turned his face to Mu Nanfeng and asked with a smile, "A few words have been delayed until dark? Zi said, "I can die in the morning and the evening. Although you and I are not ancients, I have no confusion in my heart, so I can sleep with peace of mind."

"Yes, you make sense, you always make sense!" Mu Nanfeng had no strength to argue with him, nor did he have the courage to get entangled with him. He curled his lips and turned around and ran towards his mount.

"Brother Nanfeng's words are different. It's not that Wei always has reason, but that reason is there, and Wei must go there!" Wei Dao refused to let him go easily, swayed and chased him over, and jumped onto his own mount. "The Master said, if three people walk, there must be my teacher. Choose the good and follow it, and choose the bad and correct it. If I keep my words in my stomach and don't ask, how can I know whether it is good or bad?"

While speaking, both the man and the horse had gone far away, but there was still a voice coming from the wind, "The Master said: "You know what you know, but you don't know, but you don't know, but you don't know. Is it true that you know? If I don't ask, how do you know? If I don't know, you will mislead yourself. If I don't know, but others think that I know it, then both others and yourself will mislead..."

"This man has a bit of Plato-like speaking and doing things, but I don't know why he left his name in history?" Zhang Qian was interesting to hear, and nodded slightly at his back in the setting sun.

After thinking about it, it may not be that Wei Dao has left no trace in history. Perhaps it is just that this person's name has not been written in the textbook, or it is not a must-have content for the exam, so he couldn't help laughing.

Like a Confucian tycoon like Bi Gou, he could not find any trace in his memory. But Lu Zangyong, who was once ignored by him, can now remember it. The reason is not how well written this person’s article is and how capable he is, but that his surname is directly related to the idiom “Zhongnan Shortcut”.

With a little drunkenness, I also thought that after the compilation of the "Primary School Dictionary" was successfully compiled, Wei Dao and Mu Nanfeng would definitely be famous in history because they participated in the compilation work. And Wang Han and Wang Zhihuan's career would be much smoother than they were in another time and space in their memory, and they had a sense of satisfaction that changed history, which arose in Zhang Qian's heart.

After all, I have changed some people and things. Although the inertia of history is so heavy, the little change I made has almost negligible impact on history. However, no matter what, I have not come here in vain. At least, I have made the fate of the people around me better and better.

Unfortunately, this sensation of heat continued until he returned to the main hall and disappeared. Zhang Ruoxu, a friend of the year forgotten, stayed in the main hall, and was waiting for him while drinking sobering tea. When he saw him again, the old man stood up and said with a smile: "Use Zhao, there is one thing that I forgot to tell you just now. After spring comes, I will return to my hometown to worship my ancestors. I can't participate in the compilation of the elementary school dictionary. Please use Zhao and don't blame me for being lazy and unwilling to stay for your help."

"Uncle Shi, where did this come from? Did you neglect your actions? If so, please forgive me!" Zhang Qian was stunned when he heard this, and bowed quickly. His heart was so sour in an instant.

Since the first day of their acquaintance, Zhang Ruoxu treated him as a junior. He and He Zhizhang formally introduced him to Bi Gou and Zhang Shuo through a feast of chrysanthemum appreciation. At the same time, he gave him the opportunity to interact with Zhang Jiuling, Zhang Xu, Wang Zhihuan, Wang Han and others. For the first time, he had a sense of belonging to the Tang Dynasty. For the first time, he regarded himself as a real Tang Dynasty person.

Even his understanding of Yang Qingqing was related to Zhang Ruoxu. The recent times he passed the news between Yang Qingqing was also through Zhang Ruoxu's daughter. To a certain extent, the old man Zhang Ruoxu was like an anchor point, allowing Zhang Qian, a small boat floating in the long river of time and space, to finally find the berth. Now, just as Zhang Qian was about to show his strength and give the old man some rewards within his ability, the old man was planning to leave!

"Nonsense, how could you neglect me?" Zhang Ruoxu responded, coming from the opposite side, with seventy-slight relief and three-slight regret. "I can feel it with Zhao's respect for me. I can also feel it with Zhao's intention of supporting me to become an official again. But I am not Bo Gao (Zhang Xu), Ji Ling (Wang Zhihuan) and Zi Yu (Wang Han). The oldest of the three of them is the same age as you. But I am nearly fifty years old. As the saying goes, we will not get married when we are thirty years old, and we will not get married when we are forty years old..."

"Uncle Shi, you are not forty years old and have not yet become an official. You were originally the commander of the Zhechong Commander. Besides, Lian Po was over seventy years old and could still fight!" It was confirmed that it was not because he was too proud that he made the old man angry. Zhang Qian felt a little better. He quickly smiled and begged in a low voice, "Besides, you should be able to see that there is not even a person who makes suggestions around me. If you are unwilling to come out of the mountain, I am afraid that I will be given a wise man in less than a year!"

"Don't talk nonsense, how can you curse yourself like this? Yongzhao is a man of great talent and great fortune. He will sooner or later become a general and a prime minister. What can the minor secretary do? " Zhang Ruoxu frowned and said decisively, "Besides, if you want to find someone to give advice, you can't find me. I was just a mere military officer and the commander was a military officer when he was retiring. I couldn't be the real position given by the court. If you were just a county magistrate, I would be a friend of you and could do it with force. With your current position, I would give you another idea, and I would probably be a mistake, which would mean that I was deliberately harming you!"

"Uncle Shi, don't be humble. The ideas you came up with for me in the past are just right every time." Zhang Qian was reluctant to let the other party leave, so he simply opened his eyes and told lies. "Besides, I didn't want to invite you to be a friend this time, but I wanted to invite you to the secretary to assist Senior He in the editing of the dictionary. Although the editing of the dictionary is not too big, Senior He will definitely be too busy alone. Bo Gao (Zhang Xu), Ji Ling (Wang Zhihuan) and Zi Yu (Wang Han) are younger after all."

Zhang Ruoxu refused to agree, smiled and shook his head gently, "I know how much I have. What's more, I just knew that I was not suitable for being an official at the beginning, so I took the initiative to resign. If I was invited by you and resigned again, I would inevitably be regarded as a laughing stock by my colleagues back then. When others know our relationship, they will also impeach you to be nepotist."

"Use Zhao, you don't have to persuade you anymore. I sincerely treat you as a junior, so that you will not be disappointed after you leave!" I was afraid that Zhang Qian would continue to beg forever, and I was even more worried that he would not be able to control himself before fame and fortune. Without waiting for Zhang Qian to speak, the old man quickly added, "Besides, I am not Ji Weng (He Zhizhang). He is open-minded by nature and does not care about anything. When it is time to shut up, you know how to shut up. If I become an official, even if I am a ninth-rank proofreader, I will inevitably shout a few times when I encounter something I don't like. At that time, if I am demoted thousands of miles, this old bone will have to be on the road. It would be better to guard the empty position of a commander, and at least I will be considered a free escape!"

"Uncle Shi, then you don't have to go back to your hometown!" Hearing Zhang Ruoxu's attitude so firm, Zhang Qian couldn't force him to come out to be an official. He picked up the teapot with his own hands, poured a cup of tea for the other party, and then pressed the other party back to his seat. Finally, he slowly persuaded in a negotiation tone, "You can only participate in the compilation of the dictionary, not to be an official. I promise that no one will force you to grow old in the future. Although our dictionary is called elementary school, it may become one of the essential tools for the world to start a new life. If you and He were the editor-in-chief, even after a thousand years, people in the world would probably not forget the names of the two. I know that you are noble in your ambitions and do not greedy for fame and fortune. But in life, you have to leave a trace. Otherwise, if later generations mention you, you will not say anything except the four words "supernatural", which is a pity!"

This is a bit ignorant. In another time and space, "Spring River Moon Night" resounded throughout the poetry world. Who can talk about Tang poetry and Song lyrics, and can it be avoided by Zhang Ruoxu? Who has ever thought about it? Zhang Ruoxu married many beautiful concubines and was still nostalgic for flowers when he was young?

However, Zhang Qian knew that his words were ignorant, but Zhang Ruoxu himself did not know that his reputation in future generations would be so loud. Hearing the evaluation of the four words "romantic and suave", thinking about his absurdity when he was young, his old face suddenly became a little hot. After pondering for a while, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Well, you have a reasonable point. I will go and try to attack Mr. Ji. However, I have agreed to you in advance, don't ask me to help me become an official again, otherwise you are damaging me!"

"I dare not, don't dare, if you are old, when will I be the wind in my ears?" Zhang Qian's heart finally fell to the ground. He patted his chest and gasped for assurance.

"Do you still have fewer things when you hear the wind? How many times have I told you that being unfilial is the best for the three no descendants! But you used a three-year agreement to swear!" Zhang Ruoxu rolled his eyelids disdainfully, but knew that something was useless to say. He shook his head and took the initiative to change the topic, "I used to be a little worried that you would jump too fast and be instability. I want to advise you to build your own team as soon as possible. Now that you have already started, I will not talk too much."

"It's not about building a team. Uncle Shi, you respect me!" Zhang Qianwen heard this and quickly waved his hand with a smile, "Bogao, Ziyu and Ji Ling are all above me. It's my honor to be able to hold them to do something together. In addition, their talents should not be buried in vain. The younger generation just happened to have some opportunities at hand, so of course they should remember them first."

"True?" Zhang Ruoxu asked Zhang Qian with his eyelids and smiled.

"At least half of it is sincere!" Zhang Qian's face turned slightly red and he nodded embarrassedly.

"Half of them are sincere, it's also great!" Zhang Ruoxu also smiled and praised in a low voice, "If others support them, they may be eager to tie them to their carriage for the rest of their lives. In fact, none of their three personalities are suitable for officials, at least not suitable for working in Chang'an. Otherwise, Long Weng (Bi Gou) and Zhang Shilang (Zhang Shuo) met so many talents at the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet, and they would not be able to be full of eyes on you alone!"

Knowing that Zhang Qian must not understand, he smiled, he quickly lowered his voice, "It is completely different from being talented and being an official. Ziyu, Bo Gao and Ji Ling are all too clear. When local officials are in trouble, they will at most retire like me and go home. If they become officials in Chang'an, if they get involved in any vortex, they will probably not even be able to escape without any loss!"

"Ah" Zhang Qianguang thought that Wang Han, Wang Zhihuan and Zhang Xu were not as depressed and unsuccessful as in another time and space history, but he forgot that at this stage, being an official in Chang'an is likely to encounter life worries. He immediately regretted it.

When Zhang Ruoxu saw this, he felt a little disgusted. He waved his hand quickly and added with a smile, "I just said the worst case. After all, even if you are just a ninth-rank proofreader in Chang'an, you are more beautiful than being a Bailihou outside. What's more, you, the young supervisor, are on their heads, shelter from the wind and rain." (Note: Bailihou, refers to the county magistrate.)

"I can only say that I can do my best. I really have great trouble, but I may not be able to block it!" Zhang Qian felt so relieved that he felt relieved and responded with a cold sweat on his forehead.

This is the disadvantage of knowing the general direction of history in advance, but not knowing it! He only knew that Li Xian died at Empress Wei, and Empress Wei died in a coup again. After the coup, Prime Minister Li Dan became emperor for the second time. Later, a few years later, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty became Li Longji again. But how did the forces in the middle fight openly and secretly? Who stood in which team at that time? Who colluded with whom? Who attacked whom? But he didn't know at all.

Therefore, when he heard Zhang Ruoxu mention the word "vortex", he was frightened. How to get rid of the vortex or stay away from the vortex, he had no idea about it at the moment.

When Zhang Ruoxu saw him like this, he thought he was deliberately pretending to be pitiful. He couldn't help but glared at him fiercely and scolded in a low voice: "If you can't block it, you have to block it. Who asked you to pull them to become officials? In short, no matter who they encounter danger in the future, I will ask you."

"Uncle Shi has an order, I dare not refuse to obey!" Zhang Qian was unwilling to let the other party down, hesitated for a moment, and made a request with a smile. "It's just Uncle Shi, you have to..."

"I told you, don't make any decisions about me. I'm already fifty, and my fame and destiny have long been drunk with the wine!" Zhang Ruoxu had been on guard against him for a long time and interrupted without hesitation, "However, I can see if I can help you find a suitable friend of mine. The generation of my hometown of Yangzhou has produced many powerful people. Although they no longer serve in the court, their former friend of mine may not be willing to become a silly cloud and wild crane!"

"In this way, I'll thank you for your thanks to Uncle Shi!" Zhang Qian heard this and quickly bowed his hand to thank him. However, he was even more reluctant to let Zhang Ruoxu leave.

The other party may really be as he said, nine out of ten things were defeated. But there is one thing that no other friends can compare with, that is, the old man really treats Zhang Qian as his junior. As long as Zhang Ruoxu is still around as a neighbor, Zhang Qian feels more confident and can get reminders from his elders anytime and anywhere.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had an idea and added with a smile: "Uncle Shi doesn't want to come out of the mountain, so my nephew will definitely not force it. But there is one thing that must be Uncle Shi."

"What's the matter? Let's talk about it first!" Zhang Ruoxue was very alert and immediately responded with a smile, "If you can do it, I will naturally not swear you. If I can't do it, don't think I'm deliberately not helping you."

With this promise, Zhang Qian was already satisfied and immediately gave the answer with a smile, "Elementary school. Buddhism compensated the younger generation four Zen temples and four 2,000 acres of Buddha land each. The younger generation gave one of them and the Buddha land to the person, and the other two temples and the Buddha land to the emperor. The last temple was in Weinan. The younger generation changed it to an elementary school and prepared to use the rent of the Buddhist land to provide the school's expenses. Now, the primary school is missing a principal, and the younger generation himself does not have enough knowledge to hold this position, and there is no time to take care of the school. So, please, Uncle Shi, please do this for me!"

"Elementary school? Are you going to open a school to spread your Qin Mo's knowledge to the world?" Zhang Ruoxu did not agree immediately, nor refused immediately, but frowned and asked in a low voice.

"No, Uncle Shi must not misunderstand!" Zhang Qian shook his head into a rattle without thinking. "The reason why it is called elementary school is to teach literacy, calculation, and the basic principles of being a human being. Let children who have read books be easily avoided by others when they grow up. If children who have read books can increase their compassion for the people in the future and develop some empathy for their kind, they will be overjoyed. Others, younger generations really dare not ask too much for the time being!"

"Only teach literacy, arithmetic, and the basic principles of being a human being?" Unexpectedly, Zhang Qian set the goal of running a school so low, so Zhang Ruoxu hesitated and repeated in a low voice.

"If the Buddhists compensate the younger generation, if the younger generation accepts it, they think that the origin is not right. They refuse and give it a bargain. They come up with such an idea!" Knowing his identity as Qin Mo's disciple, running a school is easy to cause misunderstandings. Zhang Qian thought about it and explained with a smile, "I think that one more school in the world may not necessarily make the Tang Dynasty more pillars. However, if one less temple in the world can reduce hundreds of ignorant people!"

"This..." Zhang Ruoxu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and the alcoholic spirit on his body was instantly swept away.

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"Master, Zhang Qian opened a private school in Weinan and wanted to ask the priest to give him a name." Gao Yanfu, the general of the prison gate, took advantage of Li Xian's happiness and bowed his body and spoke in a low voice.

"Well, school, I want to ask me to give me a name? I remember it! General Gao, he asked you to ask me, but I will give you good things?" Li Xian frowned and asked with a joking tone.

"The Master is wise, he does give it!" Gao Yanfu was not afraid, and smiled and responded loudly, "He got all the temples from Buddhism, eight thousand acres of land! On the day the old slave went to issue the order, he asked the old slave to offer two temples and land to the emperor. One temple is a temple, and the old slave gave the old slave the errand fee!"

"Huh?" Li Xian was stunned, and then he remembered that he had received a thank-you gift from the other party as the day he gave Zhang Qian the title of founding the nation. He felt a little embarrassed and smiled and continued to ask: "Where is the last temple? Did he stay by himself or gave it to someone else?"

"He was going to take it out to be a school in the last temple and use the rent of the Buddha's land to give the gentlemen a bunch of the gentlemen." Gao Yanfu was prepared and continued to add with a smile, "The reason why the old slave dared to ask the emperor to give the name to the school for him was not because he had received his benefits. But because he had said a few words to the old slave at that time."

"What do you mean?" Li Xian's interest was immediately hooked up, and his eyes widened and he dived into the bottom line.

"He said that one more school in the world may not necessarily make the Tang Dynasty a pillar, but it can reduce hundreds of ignorant people!" Gao Yanfu put away his smile and reposted it very seriously. "He also said that if one day there are more schools in the world than temples and various temples, the saints' governance will be expected!"
Chapter completed!