"Recalling Chang'an, in March, the gardens were covered with flowers and branches."
"There are several occasions to see off guests at Qingmen, and poems are written against each other in the winding water. There are countless horses with golden saddles, and good times and beautiful scenery follow them."
As the poem says, in March in Chang'an, the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful, and the weather is beautiful.
Last year, Wu Qian had made an appointment with Yang Guo, and they would go to Lishan to visit together if they had free time in the spring. Now that spring has begun, Wu Qian is no longer here, leaving behind a Guanzhong that is exhausted after the war and a lot of government affairs for Yang Guo to handle alone.
One is from the north and the other is from the south. The friendship between the two cannot be said to be very deep. Yang Guo's real best friends would only be Yuan Haowen and Li Zhi, literati from the Central Plains. Wu Qian's best friends would only be Li Zengbo and Jiang Wanli.
Mingcheng of the Song Dynasty.
As for the two of them, they are just colleagues. They are just about the same age, they are good at poetry, and they are both wandering people, and they work together to create a peaceful and prosperous age for the unification of the country.
On the tenth day of March, Yang Guo was burying his head in his papers at home, reviewing official documents one after another, frowning and thinking, and finally put down his pen and murmured to himself: "Wu Luzhai is better at these things."
Recalling many things in the past two years, he sighed.
Suddenly someone pushed the door open and came in.
"Grandpa, grandpa."
Yang Guo covered his face with his old hands and looked through his tearful eyes, only to see a small figure running into the study.
That is his youngest grandson, who is less than five years old now. He was named Yang Zhao when he was in Zhaotong City.
"Grandpa is telling Zhao'er a story."
Yang Guo wiped his eyes, with a kind smile on his face. He held his grandson on his knees and said, "I'm busy, I'm busy. I'll tell Zhao'er a story when I have time."
Niu Jie followed suit, pulling Yang Gong's collar and saying in a sweet voice: "Grandpa, tell me the story of the prince's journey north."
A look of reminiscence appeared on Mr. Yang's face, and he said with a smile: "Okay, okay, grandpa, tell him again. This year in Kaifeng, when grandpa saw the prince for the first time, he knew that I must be a mortal..."
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The servants in the courtyard took a look and ran all the way to the inner hall.
Under the inner hall, an old woman was doing embroidery. It was Yang Zhao, the wife of Mr. Yang.
Yang Zhao came from a poor family, and Yang Gong had been a famous beauty for many years. He had fled to Henan due to the war, and was taken care of by Yang Zhao, and the two got married.
I came here to write my name on Yang Gong's gold list. I am a low-ranking official. Others said that Yang Zhaopei was like Niujie, but they did not prevent us from growing old together.
To judge a person's character, you can always tell by looking at his family members...
"Old lady."
"Hurry up, hurry up... Is Zhao'er trying to force my husband to tell the story of that year again?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it will disturb A Lang too much."
"I'm afraid of disturbing me." Niu Jie has white hair and speaks very quickly, but with a hint of teasing, "My husband has been too depressed recently, so I asked Zhao'er to coax me, coax me
Say less about the things you are most proud of."
"Yes, Alang thought it was me who was coaxing Mr. Da Lang, but he realized that it was the old lady who was coaxing me into being unhappy."
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In fact, Yang Gong's story did not attract older children. Niu Jie sat outside Yang Gong's arms and listened for a long time. She was already drowsy and her eyelids were open.
On the contrary, Yang Gong became more energetic as he spoke.
When I encounter ups and downs, revisiting the past cheers me up a lot.
As she talked and looked at the handwriting left by Lu, Niu Jie would also think that although her old friend had passed away, her ambitions still existed.
I straightened my back.
When talking about how she decided to join Li Xia with her family at that time, Niu Jie thought that that was the end of the story, and there was no official business to deal with.
It was almost dusk, "dong dong dong", and there was no knock on the door in the study.
As soon as Yang Guo heard this, he knew it was to urge us to eat. Today, he cooked my favorite gourd chicken outside the house.
I stared at the door with small eyes, looking forward to it.
But those who retreated slowly walked to Mr. Yang and loudly reported.
Yang Guo slid up from Mr. Yang's knees, looked into the door again, and heard the words "We have retreated to Chang'an City."
Before that, Mr. Yang stood up, patted Yang Guo on the head, took two documents from under the table and walked inside.
"Grandpa, let's wait for dinner..."
Yang Guo shouted, but saw that my grandfather didn't answer at all and rushed to the courtyard gate in small steps.
The eldest child looked at Mr. Yang, who was nearly ten years old, and saw whether he was aging. He felt that his grandfather was still very small and his steps were very small when he walked. It made me very envious and wanted to grow up slowly...
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"Is it true that the prince is back? I just heard that you still believe it."
"Wu Qian, sit down slowly. Have you had dinner? Let's have a bowl of noodles."
"Okay, okay, it's Hu Ji's Noodles across the street from the government office..."
Yang Gong sat down, and Lin Zi took his bowl of noodles over, and took out a few steamed buns from his pocket to eat.
Whether it was the Song Dynasty, the Jin Dynasty, or even Mongolia in the north, it was inevitable to have a banquet to wash away the dust in the officialdom. But Li Xia did that, and other officials in my administration dared to be extravagant.
"I heard the day after tomorrow that the prince went to Yan'an Mansion." Niu Jie took the chopsticks and said, "It turns out to be a rumor."
"It's a rumor. He came back from Yan'an Mansion." Li Xia said, "You also brought back some very powerful news."
"What's the news?"
"Niujie eats the noodles first."
Yang Gong was stunned and said with a wry smile: "It was only on the 10th that we got the news that the Mongolian army was about to withdraw. Before the Mongolian army had finished withdrawing, the prince of the county went to Yan'an Mansion?"
"A round trip in ten days is considered slow."
Li Xia responded and suddenly thought of something else.
I just remembered that the provincial system seemed to have been pioneered by Kublai Khan.
But the more specific thing is that I knew it, and I could only think jokingly in my heart: "Ten days on a business trip within the province is really nothing."
In fact, as soon as the word "Xiao Yuan" came out, Li Xia still felt a certain pressure when he thought that Kublai Khan had left behind many of the Shao Shao system and had a profound impact on his previous life.
The founding emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, who really popularized coins and is said to have invented mutton-shabu hot pot, was originally the proud man of that era.
Li Xia finished a bowl of steamed noodles in a few mouthfuls, then took Lin Zi's information and continued reading.
After a while, Yang Gong wiped his beard carelessly and said: "The prince is rushing back now, is it for Chongqing?"
"Let's talk to Wu Qian about the north first... Kublai Khan really changed the name of his country."
Mr. Yang was stunned.
After a while, I smiled and said, "No wonder we have to eat noodles first."
"How does Wu Qian feel?"
"What do you feel? I just thought that we really made it possible." Yang Gong twirled his beard and said hurriedly, without a hint of contemplation: "The Northerners have been planning that matter for a long time. I remember that it was Brother Huanran who first
You mentioned...the Jin Dynasty was destroyed, and the Mongolian invasion of the Central Plains was a foregone conclusion. All that could be done was to encourage them to inherit the Han Dynasty, such as Nanzhen transforming the Jin Dynasty. It took seventy years, but we actually made it possible.
.
The young men in the Jinlianchuan shogunate worked hard but got nothing in the end. I think everyone should be excited now. But if the prince asks you how you feel... no matter what Kublai Khan is, can he implement Han law more thoroughly than the prince?"
Li Xia asked again: "How does Wu Qian think the people from the Central Plains feel?"
The influence of the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty could have been misunderstood since Li Xia was a native of the Central Plains at that time.
I must ask Mr. Yang.
Yang Gong was deep in thought and said hastily: "First, let's talk about the seven attitudes of the Central Plains survivors towards Mongolia."
"Appreciate further details."
"One is like Liu Taiping, who completely surrendered to Mongolia and forgot his ancestral family law; the seventh is like the Jinlianchuan shogunate, who wants to promote the implementation of Han law in Mongolia; the eighth is like you who served as an official in Mongolia, and it was because of love.
Wish; the seventh one, such as brother Yu and brother Renqing, insist on wishing to be an official."
First, there are very few people like Liu Taiping.
The seventh type refers to Yuan Haowen and Li Zhi, who are also few.
What Li Xia wanted to fight with Kublai Khan was the two types of people in the middle.
Niu Jie continued: "That was the situation in the past. With the demise of the Jin Kingdom for ten years, seventy years, and now it will be the eightieth year, I am afraid that old stubborns like you, Brother Yu, and Brother Renqing have already
more and more."
"In other words, a small number of Central Plains people have tended to identify with Mongolia?"
"Let's be honest with the prince. In the eyes of the people of the Central Plains... The Song State first mentioned that the Song State has been an enemy country for hundreds of years. It only said that the Jin Dynasty had been dead for eighty years. Nowadays, the Central Plains people who are over eighty or seventy years old,
I have considered myself a Mongolian for as long as I can remember.”
Li Xia was silent.
It’s hard for me to imagine the concept behind Mr. Yang’s words.
Just like Zhang Qilang, who was nearly seventy years old, once told Li Xia that Zhang Silang and I always seemed to have a bridgeable gap between our views on state affairs.
Niu Jie sighed: "To be honest, it is very easy for young people in the Central Plains to still understand Chinese law and recognize the legal traditions of the past dynasties. It is the older generation who still insists on the same Chinese characters and books...
It’s so great, it’s time to wake up.”
"Yes, Chinese characters, books, it's so great."
"Fortunately, in eighty years...seventy-four years, you old people are still dead and have no chance." Yang Gong murmured: "As for the change of the country's name, Kublai Khan realized the people of the Central Plains
Long-awaited expectations will surely comfort people’s hearts.”
"really."
"But," Niu Jie said, "but again, you old people are still here, and you want to see what happened last time? What else could Kublai Khan give you last time?"
I looked up at Li Xia, with a pair of old eyes full of hope, and said: "The prince is still young, and now he is just the prince of the Song Dynasty. There is not much change that can inspire people. What about Kublai Khan? If he loses again,
If I change my Chinese name to Cheng?"
Li Xia suddenly became enlightened.
Sometimes I feel that every time I try hard, I can see the situation changing. Yang Gong’s words point out that it is not the situation that has changed, but the opponent’s previous moves that have not been used up.
There will always be a time when the opponent's forward moves are exhausted, you just need to grit your teeth and hold on until this time.
"You are really looking forward to Kublai Khan's Chinese name."
Yang Gong stroked his beard and smiled.
I recently lost two more teeth.
"If Kublai Khan wants to change his name to Chinese... then the only way a Mongolian can compare with you is to see who is more like a Chinese."
Generally speaking, in the long run, people are more optimistic, but the difficulties ahead are still there.
Li Xia hesitated to ask for a solution, but said: "Let's talk about the incident in Chongqing."
"Yes." Lin Zidao: "According to reports from the Chongqing government, Sun Huchen, deputy envoy to appease Jinghu North Road, led 20,000 naval troops to garrison Zigui, set up a camp, and sent people to Kuimen every day, threatening to support Sichuan and Shu. I ordered you to do so.
Release, otherwise military law will be dealt with..."
"How to deal with it under military law?"
"I have said so, but I'm afraid there will be a fight in the near future if we delay."
"Sun Huchen..."
Li Xia muttered it, feeling that the name sounded familiar.
Thinking again, under the small hall of Lin'an, a Fan Wenhu was once killed, and at that time, no one named Rao Huchen was watching.
"Is that Jia Sidao?"
"Yes." After getting out of the woods, he took a piece of information from the top and placed it underneath.
Li Xia read it, handed it to Yang Gong, and asked: "That's the situation in the north and south now. How do Wu Qian think you should deal with it?"
After Yang Gong read the information, he put it aside and thought to himself.
After a while, Lin Zi almost thought that the old man had fallen asleep, and then he heard a muttering to himself.
"The name is upright and the words are upright. At the time of self-reliance, what should we do with these Song ministers in the country? It's difficult..."
Lin Zi was surprised and asked: "Wu Qian just said... self-reliance?!"
I looked up and saw that Li Xia looked different.
Only then did I understand that that night when I hurriedly returned to Chang'an and only a few people chatted while eating soy noodles, the discussion was actually about self-reliance.
Lin Zi raised his head and looked at the half-bitten steamed bun outside his hand, and quickly took it back to show his solemnity...
(End of chapter)
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