Luo Youdu wore a bamboo hat and a fishing rod in his hand and sat on the bow of the boat fishing alone, which gave him the feeling of fishing alone on a cold river.
I don't know if he was not calm enough or sincere enough, but no fish bit the hook at all. He worked hard for a long time and didn't catch a single fish.
Luo Youdu looked at the lake, thinking in his heart that if he changed his profession and became a fisherman, would he starve to death?
A small boat came slowly.
The buoy happened to fall, Luo Youdu quickly closed the rod, and a fish fell into his hand.
The fish is hooked!
Luo Youdu's eyes showed a hint of joy, and the third step was to seduce his heart.
The canoe met the awning boat he was on.
A scribe who was over fifty years old jumped onto the awning boat with great agility and agility.
Luo Youdu stabilized his figure, bowed and said: "Luo Youdu, who was born late, has met Mr. Meng Wen."
The person coming was none other than Sun Guangxian, whom Luo Youdu asked Zhao Pu to make an appointment for him.
Sun Guangxian's courtesy name was Meng Wen, his name was Bao Guangzi, and he was a native of Guiping, Lingzhou.
Sun Guangxian was born into a poor family. His ancestors had been farmers for several generations, and he lived in a mountainous area in Sichuan and lacked a learning environment.
In order to learn knowledge, Sun Guangxian climbed over Er'e Mountain and traveled far away to study. In Zizhou, Chengdu and other places, he made friends through literature and got acquainted with many famous literati in Shu.
This stay lasted for fifteen years, and he acquired a literary talent and also learned how to compose poetry. His level of writing lyrics was excellent.
Historically, Sun Guangxian was one of the leading figures of the Huajian School. Among the poets of the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, he was a tripartite presence with Wen Tingyun and Wei Zhuang.
Later, Sun Guangxian left the capital of Shu, crossed the Qinling Mountains, arrived at Qinlong, and began his life of traveling through mountains and rivers.
After thoroughly appreciating the customs and customs of Qinlong in the northwest, Sun Guangxian put aside his literary elegance and aloofness, and interacted with the local mountain Taoist priests and bandits and powerful gentry in the East Valley of Fengcheng, accumulating a lot of experience for the future "Bei Meng Suo Yan"
material.
Thirty-year-old Sun Guangxian has had enough fun outside and plans to become an official.
However, the Tang Zhuang sect sent Wei Wang Li Jiqi, Guo Chongtao and others to lead 60,000 troops to attack the former Shu and destroy it.
As an old official of the former Shu, Sun Guangxian could only take a boat south from Jiazhou and go to Jiangling to escape the chaos.
Because of his outstanding literary talent, he was recommended by Liang Zhen, Nanping's chief counselor at the time, and entered Nanping King Wuxin's office as secretary, and established himself in Jiangling from then on.
Sun Guangxian served three kings in Nanping Kingdom, all of whom were in the shogunate. He was the confidant of the three generations of Nanping kings.
Now the official worships the deputy envoy of Jingnan Festival and the censor Zhongcheng.
Compared with Li Yanwei, a great Confucian prime minister who only sells his reputation, Sun Guangxian is truly the number one civil servant in Nanping.
The three kings of Nanping, Gao Jixing, Gao Congjie and Gao Baorong, all respected him highly and followed him in everything he proposed.
Sun Guangxian looked at the young man in front of him who was famous all over the world at such a young age, with a hint of envy deep in his eyes. He is now fifty-six, but his reputation is far less than that of the boy Wan Yi in front of him.
But he said with an expressionless expression on his face: "I don't know why your Excellency, Xiao Zhuge of the Great Zhou Dynasty, invited this old Nanping censor Zhongcheng to come to the center of Hanshui River?"
He deliberately emphasized the words "Dazhou" and "Nanping" very heavily.
to express one's position.
Luo Youdu chuckled to himself. If he really had a stand, he wouldn't come here.
He said: "This matter is not urgent. Mr. Meng Wen will sit down first. I just caught a Jingzhou Dabai Diao. Let me show you my sword skills."
An ancient saying goes: A gentleman stays far away from the kitchen.
Being able to cook was not something to be proud of in ancient times, but if you had good knife skills and could cut sashimi into crystal clear pieces, it was a very honorable thing.
Especially in Chang'an back then, if you didn't have good knife skills, you would be embarrassed to order sashimi.
Sun Guangxian naturally knew this allusion, and he missed it in his heart: when they were in Shu, three or five of their friends had gathered together, eating fresh fish caught in the Minjiang River, and showing off their sword skills to each other. What a youthful spirit they had.
What now?
Nanping governs three states, but Jiangling is somewhat popular.
But how many people in the small Jiangling can understand me? Can they swim on the lake with me and compete with me in sword skills?
Without saying a word, he walked into the awning boat.
Luo Youdu took the processed Jingzhou Dabai Diao that he bought from the fishermen this morning and cut it into dozens of fish fillets of different sizes with some skill.
The fish fillets are thin, but they vary in shape and size.
Luo Youdu looked around and said, "Oh, it's just like what Mr. Yu Jun said. Kung fu is not good enough. It was originally an elegant thing, but now it's really not popular."
Sun Guangxian said: "I'd better do it!"
Sun Guangxian said and walked forward.
Luo Youdu immediately gave up his seat.
Sun Guangxian raised and lowered his knife like an old chef, and in just a moment he cut a piece of fish meat into crystal clear fish, and the sizes were almost the same.
Luo Youdu praised: "Excellent sword skills. In my opinion, only Mr. Yu Jun in the world can compete with Mr. Meng Wen."
Anyway, bragging is not illegal, so he never ate sashimi with Dou Yujun.
Sun Guangxian moved the fish into a plate and placed it on the table in the cabin.
Luo Youdu poured a full glass of wine for him.
Sun Guangxian asked: "Is this way still popular in Kaifeng?"
Luo Youdu said: "Now that the Ming Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty is on the throne, the style of the past has changed. Thanks to the efforts of Mr. Yu Jun, the scholars in the Central Plains have made Kaifeng both ancient and new."
Sun Guangxian remained silent, but there was something moving in his heart.
There is so much waste waiting to be done, but what is missing is a good person like myself who can lead the way?
Dou Yanshan? How can a northern barbarian compare to me, a famous scholar from Bashu?
Luo Youdu said: "I am coming to Nanping for my Majesty. I hope to get Mr. Meng Wen's help."
Sun Guangxian sneered and said: "Young gentleman, don't you think that a certain person is a minister who has betrayed the emperor? What kind of good bird chooses a tree to roost, and a good minister chooses the master to do things. Then let a certain person betray the emperor and be infamy for thousands of years?"
Luo Youdu did not answer, but took out a folded piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Sun Guangxian. Then he picked up a piece of fish, dipped it in the seasoning, put it in his mouth and ate it.
Sun Guangxian took the paper strangely and opened it. It read: "On such-and-such day of such-and-such month, the King of Nanping led Sun Guangxian to surrender..."
He slammed his hands on the desk and shouted, "What do you mean?"
He exerted too much force, and the wine bowl in front of him jumped up and fell on the table. The wine was spilled on him without any notice.
Luo Youdu said slowly: "This is what I can imagine at present. Regarding the number of words that Mr. Meng Wen can appear in the historical records of later generations. Three words? Maybe a little more. Ten words? No more."
Sun Guangxian clenched his fists tightly and his chest was heaving.
Isn’t what a scholar wants in life is to leave a few more words in the history of youth?
These three words, the cross, are better than all kinds of curse words.
Luo Youdu said leisurely: "My lord will focus on the north to compete with the Northern Han Dynasty and the Khitan. The affairs in the south will be put on hold for a long time. Mr. Meng Wen should know a thing or two about the strength of the Khitan, and he can take care of it in a while.
If you don’t come down. Is it five years, ten years, or twenty years? It’s all possible! If Mr. Meng Wen doesn’t help my master today, then the next time I think about taking the initiative will be ten or twenty years later.”
"Mr. Meng Wen is now fifty-six. In ten or twenty years, he will be sixty-six or seventy-six. Is it possible that Mr. Meng Wen still wants to imitate Jiang Taigong in his sixties?"
Sun Guangxian said nothing, but his eyes gradually turned red and his mind was in chaos.
He served the three masters in Nanping, came up with many ideas, and made great achievements in clean government, but how could he see the results in the small Nanping, and who knew his good plans?
Luo Youdu read softly: "I would rather know that Huolin's pen is used to rely on horses!"
"Without the ability to write anything in your life, you will only be able to feed and warm your family with a whole family!"
There is nothing more heart-breaking than killing someone.
If you don’t have much writing power in your life, you will only be able to feed and warm your family!
This is a poem from Liu Yuxi's "Books from the County House to Bai Yin from the Jiangnan Province and Cui Guests from the Branch Office", which talks about the talent but not being appreciated.
When Sun Guangxian was an official in Jiangling, he would recite this poem twice no matter what happened.
As for knowing that Huolin's pen would be used instead of relying on a horse, this is what Sun Guangxian said after getting drunk.
The intention before and after is very obvious.
It can be summed up in eight words: talents are not appreciated, and talents are cast aside secretly.
To use Luo Youdu's words to describe it, people like Sun Guangxian are cheap.
If you want to be that person, you also want an archway.
I feel that I am capable, I feel that I am a person who has been betrayed by others, but I cannot bear to resign, nor can I have the shame to surrender. Then I complain all by myself and lament the unfairness of the world.
If he hadn't been needed now, Luo Youdu wouldn't be bothered to serve such a person here.
Luo Youdu looked at the shaken Sun Guangxian and said: "If what I predict is true, Jiangling will be in chaos soon. As the confidant of the King of Nanping, I advise your king to abandon the city and flee north to join me in the Zhou Dynasty to protect everything."
.I can guarantee that the king of your family will be rich and prosperous in this life and enjoy endless enjoyment. And your husband will be loyal to protect the Lord, and his name will go down in history. As long as he arrives in Kaifeng, he will naturally become my minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty without any stigma. He will then serve the Ming Lord.
, wouldn’t it be better than reciting articles and poems about unrecognized talents in this small Jiangling?”
Sun Guangxian's heart suddenly pounded.
Luo Youdu said excitedly: "Could it be that Mr. Meng Wen feels that his talents are not enough? In Nanping, a three-thirds of an acre, he can still serve as deputy envoy of Jiedu. If the majestic position of Yushi Zhongcheng is transferred to our country, it will be wiped out by our country."
After so many talented people, they finally ended up being ignored by no one?"
Sun Guangxian said angrily: "Sir, please don't look down upon me. Sun is just unlucky. He got a mediocre master and his talents are unknown to this day. If you are lucky enough to be like this, sir, you will meet a bright master as soon as you become an official. The name Sun Guangxian will already be known."
From north to south of the Yangtze River. Why is it that today, when you are over fifty years old, you are making fun of me here?"
He stood up suddenly and said: "If there is a change in Jiangling, I will persuade my lord to stay away from the turbulent place to protect my lord. If Jiangling is peaceful, I have never met Mr. Sun today."
Luo Youdu made a gesture of invitation.
Sun Guangxian left angrily.
Luo Youdu smiled and shook his head, whispering: "Aren't you cheap?"
Sun Guangxian left the awning boat and stood in front of the canoe, but he was in a happy mood. He felt that he was about to soar into the sky, and that he would be granted the title of Marquis just around the corner.