Since Lin Junhou returned to Suzhou, there has been no big deal until the Chinese New Year. There are only four things in life: reunion, ancestor worship, reception, and gathering.
After the Chinese New Year, it was February of the 22nd year of Wanli. Lin Tailai convened a meeting of middle-level and above cadres of the Lin Group.
At the conference, Lin Tailai gave a work report entitled "Change extensive development model and deepen innovation and demand benefits from quality."
The report proposes that in the next five years, the Lin Group will shift from quantity-oriented to quality-oriented, focus on consolidating the foundation, fine management, tapping internal potential, seeking development based on quality, and at the same time concentrate on solving the old problems brought about by extensive development.
There are hidden dangers.
After the group meeting was held, the implementation work was suppressed. Lin Tailai began to conceive of his personal plan this year. What should he do?
Sitting in the hall and counting, Lin Tailai discovered that this year was the tenth year since time traveling.
The story of writing "Three Songs of Eighteen Thoughts of That Year" at Yinmaqiaotou seemed to be yesterday.
In the blink of an eye, time flies so fast that I don’t seem to have done much.
The main reason is that he earned millions of dollars, controlled Susong's economic lifeline, won nine yuan in a row in the civil and military field, and led the literary world with the name of poetry. He fought more than ten battles, annihilated more than 100,000 enemies for military merits.
Just a marquis.
As for the small matters such as promoting the opening of the sea in the Jiangnan region, the first landings of five times, mediating the Northern Territory, rebuilding the order of the female Naomen, developing copper mines, and opening the portal of Japan, there are countless.
By the way, the "Compendium of Materia Medica" was published in Suzhou, and it has just been completed.
Nearly two million words, more than one thousand illustrations, and all engravings and printing is a huge non-profit project. It had already agreed to Li Shizhen's son in the 19th year of Wanli, but it was not completed until now.
All the 100 or so volumes printed in the first edition were sent to the Lin Mansion by Gao Changjiang, and several large tables were filled with them.
Within the Lin Group, Gao Changjiang is responsible for the education, science, culture and health business, so the project of publishing "Compendium of Materia Medica" was led by Gao Changjiang.
Although the opening preface of "Compendium of Materia Medica" was written by Lin Tailai, he was not interested in reading such boring record-type medical books.
Because this is really not a recreational reading, you can only collect it as a memorial.
After appreciating the "cultural wonder" he created, Lin Tailai continued to think about his personal plans this year.
Maybe a literary conference should be held first? Since the elder Wang and he went north, they have not held a literary conference in the south for three years.
While thinking about the literary world, suddenly the sect came to report that the prefect Tu Shufang came to visit.
Although the prefect is useless, after all, Lin Tailai invited him in.
I originally thought that Tu was here to discuss the tax payment plan this year, but I didn't expect to hear that Tu was here to report the death.
"We, a famous scholar in Zhejiang, passed away. The literary world of this province pity his experience and asked me to ask the lord to write an eulogy in person to correct his name."
Lin Tailai, who hadn't heard this name for a long time, was stunned and sighed: "I have been intimate with Mr. Qingteng for a long time, but unfortunately I'm squandering my fate. I don't want to be together for the rest of my life."
When I started working hard in the literary world nine years ago, in order to fight against the retro faction and disgusting the elder leader of the Wang Lao, Lin Tailai, who was still weak, has always been under the banner of Xu Wenchang, and even claimed to be ranked alongside Xu Wenchang as the "enemy of the literary world" with Xu Wenchang. He left the
Rebellious route.
However, Lin Tailai never thought of visiting Xu Wenchang in Shanyin County, Shaoxing Prefecture, because he was really a ruthless person who often had a mental illness and dared to kill his wife and harm himself.
Lin Tailai was afraid of physical conflicts. If Xu Wenchang was killed by mistake, the impact would be too bad.
Later, after gradually defeating the retro school and becoming the "mainstream literary world", Lin Tailai did not mention Xu Wenchang much.
But after all, Lin Tailai praised Xu Wenchang in the early years, so this time the Zhejiang literary world came to invite Lin Tailai to write an eulogy.
After sighing, Lin Tailai patted his pectoral muscles and said, "I have always admired Mr. Qingteng very much. I have written the eulogy! And I have even included the epitaph!"
Priest Tu slapped his face and said, "There is no need for epitaphs? Is there someone else to write them."
You and Xu Wenchang wrote an epitaph without knowing each other? You have to give others a chance to show off, how can you steal the limelight?
Lin Tailai snorted coldly: "Who is qualified to write an epitaph for Xu Wenchang besides me? Do you still want to stay in the literary world?"
A legendary figure like Xu Wenchang has memorials such as the former residence in later generations, and writing an epitaph for him is likely to be passed down to later generations.
In front of the boy who turned into an evil dragon, Tu Gong lowered his head helplessly and said, "I will pass on the opinions of the king and the prince back to Zhejiang."
Just as Lin Tai came to write an epitaph for Xu Wenchang, Wang Shimao suddenly came to visit Taicang Prefecture.
Speaking of Wang Shimao, many people may not know him, but he is the younger brother of Wang Shizhen, the old leader of the literary world.
Lin Tailai thought Wang Shimao was here to play in Suzhou City, but Wang Shimao also came to report the demise.
"I heard from Wuchang and came to my house. Mr. Chuanlou has passed away!"
Lin Tailai was a little surprised. What year is this year? Why did he die another literary celebrity?
The Chuanlou Gong mentioned by Wang Shimao is Wu Guolun, a literary giant, who is ranked alongside Wang Shizhen as one of the seven descendants of the retro school.
Nowadays, only Wang Shizhen and Wu Guolun are still alive after the seven sons of the Retro Sect. They have always been called the East King and West Wu.
In today's literary world, it is almost at the level of "East Evil, West, North, Beggar, South Emperor".
Lin Tailai nodded seriously and said, "I understand! The death of Wuchuan Tower is a major event in the literary world. I will write the eulogy, epitaph, etc."
Wang Shimao hurriedly said: "I'm here to report to Junhou, so there will naturally be a brother in the epitaph."
Wang Shizhen and Wu Guolun are old brothers and comrades-in-arms for decades. How could it be someone else's turn to write an epitaph for Wu Guolun?
But under the pressure of Lin Tailai's majestic gaze, Wang Shimao's voice became smaller and smaller, and he changed his words: "Then I'll bother you. My brother is not energetic this year, so there is no need to let him worry."
While the two were talking, they suddenly saw Zhang Fengyi, a famous Suzhou scholar, hurried in.
This is Lin Tailai's old partner in the literary world, and his younger brother Zhang Youyu is also the nominal teacher of Lin Tailai.
Looking at Zhang Fengyi's face, Lin Tailai subconsciously asked: "You are here to report the death too, right? Could it be my teacher?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Youyu wearing white mourning clothes flashing out from behind Zhang Fengyi and shouting to Lin Tailai:
"The disaster has been ruined for thousands of years! My teacher is still hard, but you can hold a funeral for me first, and you can be the host of me!
By the way, let’s help me buy a good coffin. I’ll go inside for two nights to see if it’s comfortable!”
Lin Tailai: "."
Although he can also be called eloquent, he often has a time to lose his word when facing this teacher who has been a mentally ill for half his life.
"Stop messing around!" Zhang Fengyi scolded his younger brother, and then said to Lin Tai: "It's indeed a funeral. Huizhou sent someone to send me messages, and Wang Daokun is gone."
Lin Tailai and Wang Shimao were surprised. Why did these literary celebrities die one by one? Are even deaths gathered together?
Wang Daokun was once known as the "Sima of the North and South" together with the elder Wang. For decades, he has been both an ally and a competitor, and also a literary giant of the "East Evil and West Poison" level.
Even Lin Tailai felt this situation was quite strange and sighed: "It's really hard to describe it. Anyway, the epitaph is wrapped around me."
I really didn’t expect that I did nothing in the spring, and the business of writing epitaphs came one by one.
Based on the current market conditions, people of Lin Tailai of this level are asked to write epitaphs, and each article costs 2300 taels of silver.
However, Lin Tailai is not short of money and writes it for free to these fallen literary superstars!
Thinking of this, Lin Tailai said to Wang Shimao worriedly: "These old friends of the same era have withered one after another. I am very worried that my brother's spirit will be affected and I can't hold on.
Before leaving Beijing last year, it was determined that Brother Ling's health was not very good."
Wang Shimao sighed deeply and said helplessly: "Leave it to fate, my brother has no regrets in this life."
His old man's life was apart from his father being framed and beheaded when he was young, and being bullied by Lin Tailai for several years when he was old. What other regrets can he have in his life?
At this moment, Gao Changjiang rushed in and shouted: "Li Shizhen, who had just received a report of his deeds and wrote "Compendium of Materia Medica", died in his hometown.
It is said that when he was sick, he heard the successful publication of "Compendium of Materia Medica" and was excited and passed. The Li family wanted to ask the house to write an epitaph for Li Shizhen."
Lin Tailai was so irritated when he heard the death. He asked the heaven speechlessly again, what the hell is this? Why are there so many business in writing epitaphs?
In the original history, people who had direct or indirect connections with Lin Tailai happened to die together in the 21st year of Wanli.
Although this time and space are affected by several butterfly effects, the time of death is still not far apart. As a result, the death news came to Lin Mansion and collided.
Hubei is far away, so Lin Tailai will not go; because of the relationship between Huizhou merchants and former Grand Secretary Xu Guo, the locals have a bad impression of Lin Tailai, so Lin Tailai will not go.
So Lin Tailai, who was living at home, finally went to Shaoxing Mansion, which was not too far away, to pay tribute to Xu Wenchang and win over the Zhejiang Gang.
No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!
And there is another important significance, which is to correct Xu Wenchang's reputation as the quasi-leader of the literary world and officially restore Xu Wenchang's reputation in the literary world.
Only when Lin Tai comes to face this matter can he be qualified to modify and overturn the conclusion of the elder leader of the Wang Dynasty. This is a demonstration of cultural hegemony.
As soon as he returned home from Zhejiang, he saw his guest Qian Shiyang hurriedly reported: "Yesterday, a man named Zhou Weicheng called himself Hai Qingtian's son-in-law, and was eager to see the king."
Lin Tailai was quite puzzled. What did Hai Rui’s son-in-law ask him to do?
After inviting the person, Zhou Weicheng heard Zhou Weicheng beg: "Mr. Yue is already terminally ill and dares to ask the Lord to visit him and do a cow or horse to repay him!"
Lin Tailai asked in confusion: "What do you want me to visit? I am not a doctor."
Zhou Weicheng replied: "If the Junhou visited him personally, he could not inspire the vitality of Yue Weng, then this time he would be able to do so.
In addition, when Mr. Yue was awake, he also had a few words, as if he wanted to meet the Lord before his death."
When Lin Tailai heard that Hai Qingtian was terminally ill again, he felt mixed feelings in his heart and couldn't help but sigh.
In original history, Hai Rui should have passed away seven years ago, and it was also exciting for him to survive until now.
But people cannot live forever. After all, there will be a time when the oil is exhausted. Hai Qingtian may not be able to get through this time.
Then Lin Tailai ordered to his left and right, "Go and prepare immediately! I want to set off, hurry up and rush to Nanjing."
There are too few pure people like this, so let's meet for the last time, if you can catch up.
Besides, Hai Qingtian is so poor, so I spent money to help arrange the funeral. It was also a beautiful story to pass it on to future generations.
Two or three days later, Lin Tailai appeared in the official hall area of the Censorate in the north of Nanjing City.
Hai Rui's residence is an ordinary two-enterprise hospital. At this time, Hai Rui was bedridden in the back room and was in a coma most of the time.
Lin Tailai stood in the yard and waited for more than half an hour before Hai Qingtian woke up.
Lin Tailai opened the curtain again and went in, and the light inside the house was dim.
Hai Qingtian lay on the couch on his back motionless, and he was exhausted when he turned over, as if only a pair of eyes had used up his last strength and opened it to look at Lin Tailai.
"Everything comes back." Hai Rui said, obviously to the old concubine and son-in-law who were serving him.
After everyone else left the house, Hai Rui asked Lin Tailai again: "I can't understand you."
Lin Tailai also wanted to stimulate Hai Qingtian, and replied a little inappropriately: "I am a god from heaven, and of course I can't understand the body of a mortal."
Hai Qingtian looked at the beam of the house, and after a while, he asked again: "What do you want to do?"
After thinking about it, Lin Tailai replied: "Save the world."
Hai Rui's eyes flashed and he continued to ask, "How to save it?"
Lin Tai said: "Only I know the general direction, but I can't explain it clearly.
Even if it is said, no one believes it. Just treat it as the secret of heaven and cannot be leaked."
Hai Rui couldn't help but accuse him: "But you do too bad sometimes."
Lin Tailai responded: "Believe me, if there were no me, the future world would be worse.
Or, even if I do something wrong, the world will not be worse.”
Hai Rui also wanted to discuss it in depth, but when he was exhausted, he had no more strength. He slowly closed his eyes and his breathing gradually stopped.
Lin Tailai bowed gently to the old man, walked to the door, and shook his head at Zhou Weicheng.
Then Lin Tailai stayed in Nanjing for half a month and paid for help with the funeral.
Zhou Weicheng escorted Hai Qingtian's coffin back to Hainan, and Lin Tailai followed him to Suzhou, and then wrote to officials from Zhejiang, Fujian and other places, requesting care along the way.
However, after Lin Tailai sent Hai Qingtian away, Wang Shimao rushed over from Taicang Prefecture before he had a few days off.
Looking at Wang Shimao whose eyes were already swollen, Lin Tailai's ominous premonition immediately surged into his heart.
Sure enough, Wang Shimao immediately heard a hoarse voice: "The bad news came from the capital. My brother was seriously ill and died of treatment half a month ago."
Lin Tailai remained silent. The nine years he traveled through time together, but there were not as many old friends as he had sent them away in the past few months.
In original history, Wang Shizhen passed away four years ago. Even if he changed his fate by himself against the will of heaven, he could not last forever.
The end of his life for the old leader Wang Tianguan has arrived. He has left with his literary friends and enemies who have been with Wu Guolun, Wang Daokun, and Xu Wenchang for decades.
When the old leader's coffin arrives in Taicang Prefecture, Lin Tailai has to preside over the funeral in person, and only Lin Tailai is the most qualified.
It seems that in the first half of this year, I can’t do anything else, I can only write epitaphs, pay condolences, and hold funerals.