Song Liang received a slap in the face in vain, and felt bad luck in his heart, but he had no choice but to drive the carriage back to the city.
The line to see him off was very long, and the carriage couldn't move quickly. Song Liang had no choice but to wait patiently.
As soon as he glanced around, he saw a few familiar figures and quickly turned his head to avoid being discovered. He avoided looking away, but the carriage of the county school was too conspicuous, so he was still recognized.
"Zitong, Zitong."
Song Liang turned his head helplessly, showed a bright smile, and raised his hand to say hello. "Zhongxuan, you are here too."
Wang Can said hello to his friends, walked over quickly, winked and asked Song Liang via lip language.
"Is the sacrificial wine here?"
Song Liang nodded knowingly and gestured to the carriage behind him with the corner of his mouth.
Wang Can understood the idea and said loudly: "Before the New Year, we plan to hold a party to nominate masterpieces to be published this year. Are you interested in participating?"
"Masterpiece?" Song Liang was a little curious.
There was a sound in the carriage behind him, and it was obvious that Song Zhong was also very interested.
"It's just to make a centralized evaluation of the new books published by printing shops in various places this year, and select the ten best ones to recommend." Wang Can leaned next to the carriage, explained the matter in general, and finally said: "Mrs. Tang from the printing house, don't you?"
He heard our idea from somewhere and said that he is willing to sponsor some food and wine and provide some prizes for the winners. You go back and ask the sacrificial wine. It would be better if he can come here."
Song Liang coughed and said deliberately: "Thank you, Ling Shi. However, the new year is approaching and my father is involved in many affairs. I'm afraid..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Zhong opened the car window and shouted: "Zhuzi, you only know nonsense and don't know the importance. What else is more important than a storytelling paper? Zhongxuan, don't listen to him, no matter how busy you are,
I will also make time to attend the meeting.”
"It turns out that the sacrificial wine is here too." Wang Can pretended to be surprised and saluted quickly. "Then it's settled. I'll have someone send the invitation to the county school later."
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"Okay." Song Zhong raised his head and glanced into the distance. "Are you here to see brother Yuan Xiansi off?"
Wang Can nodded. "Yes, their brothers are also leaving for the west today. I and a few colleagues are here to see them off."
Song Zhong sighed. "Come to think of it, even though Cai Lingshi is a woman, you don't want to be a man. If it weren't for that memorial, dozens of people would probably have died. Zhongxuan, if you have the chance, please tell her for me.
Respect."
"Definitely." Wang Can said with a smile.
Seeing him smiling so brightly, Song Zhong felt unhappy and couldn't help but ask, "Can you still smile when we say goodbye?"
Wang Can said with a smile: "Why can't you laugh? It's a blessing in disguise. Brother Yuan Xiansi is going to the Western Regions. Although he will have to suffer some hardships, it is still an opportunity."
Song Zhong said angrily: "If there is a chance, why don't you go?"
"Who said I won't go?" Wang Can blurted out. "In the future, when the emperor goes west, Lantai will definitely accompany him. As a minister, I naturally have to follow the emperor and see the thousands of miles of scenery in the Western Regions. Zi Tong, you have
Not interested in traveling with us?"
Song Liang glanced at Song Zhong and curled his lips. "My parents are here, so I won't travel far away. I'm not as heroic as you, and I still have to stay at home to serve my parents. When you make meritorious deeds and become a marquis, don't forget to give me a report."
good news."
Wang Can laughed loudly, cupped his hands, and said goodbye to Song Zhong.
The carriage set off again. Song Zhong was silent for a moment and asked Song Liangdao: "Zitong, do you also want to go west with the emperor?"
Song Liang said while driving the car: "Don't worry, Aweng, I won't go."
Song Zhong sighed. "You young people only know that achievements are tempting, but you don't know how hard it is to conquer thousands of miles. Besides, although a gentleman is immortal among the three, meritorious service is the first. But look at the many princes in Nanyang.
How many people are really immortal? Instead of risking their lives, sleeping in the ice and snow, and building meritorious deeds thousands of miles away, it is better to write books and establish moral principles, which will make them immortal in the same way."
Song Liang didn't want to listen at all. He was perfunctory and raised his riding whip, making a crackling sound.
Seeing this, Song Zhong closed his mouth helplessly.
He knew Song Liang wouldn't listen.
Under the influence of the Emperor, the atmosphere in Nanyang is now very impetuous. Young people like to talk loudly and focus on making achievements. Fewer and fewer are willing to calm down and study knowledge.
This worried him very much.
Thinking of the gathering Wang Can said, he felt it was necessary to prepare well and speak at the meeting, advocating that young people should focus on learning again and stop thinking about things thousands of miles away all day long.
Returning to Junxue, Song Zhong got out of the car and walked inside with a heavy heart.
When walking through the front yard, he saw a few figures, but he didn't pay attention and continued to move forward. The New Year is approaching, and there are many officials from all over the country coming to make plans. After official duties, many people will choose to come to the county school to take a look, especially
It was these portraits on the wall in the front yard. Song Zhong had seen them too many times and had no intention of paying attention to them.
"Song Zi?" A familiar voice came, interrupting Song Zhong's thoughts.
Song Zhong looked up and his expression suddenly changed. He raised his legs and wanted to run away, but someone grabbed his sleeve.
"Haha, old thief, you want to run away when you see me." Yuan Shu laughed, stretched out his hand, hooked Song Zhong's neck, half dragged and half pulled him to the portrait. "Quickly tell me, why is there no Lao Tzu in these portraits?
"
Song Zhong struggled and glared at Yuan Shu. "Are you worthy?"
"Why am I not worthy?" Yuan Shu also stared. "When that servant gave birth to a son, he wanted to make Liu Yu the emperor. If I hadn't strongly opposed it, you people in Jingzhou would have become traitors, and your heads will be hung in Wan City.
"
"Bah, bah, bah!" Song Zhong felt unlucky and sighed several times in succession.
The Chinese New Year is coming soon, how could I meet this idiot? He won't pick up any pot.
Is killing someone during the Chinese New Year something worth bragging about?
"Okay, save your energy. We don't have many teeth to begin with. It would be a pity to lose a few more." Yuan Shu let go of Song Zhong and turned around twice with a smile. "You see, as soon as I arrived in Wancheng
Isn't it fun to come and see you? I heard that you have been doing well in the past few years, and you have become a Songzi."
Song Zhong was in no mood to chat with Yuan Shu and asked straight to the point: "What are you doing in Wancheng?"
"The scroll of Luoyang is finished, I'm here to deliver the work." Yuan Shu said with a smile: "What's your attitude, don't you welcome me?"
"The scroll of Luoyang is finished? So soon?"
"It's not bad. If you're not in the way, the progress will be fast."
Song Zhong frowned. "So, Luoyang is going to start rebuilding?"
"This is not something I can decide. It depends on how the court arranges it. However, I guess even if it is rebuilt, there will be no major construction."
"How do you know?"
"Just look at Chang'an and you will know."
Song Zhong thought about it and felt that what Yuan Shu said was reasonable. Although the emperor did not make Chang'an his capital, he lived in Chang'an for a period of time. He only studied imperial studies and taught martial arts, and did not carry out large-scale repairs to the palace. No more.
Unexpectedly, Luoyang is likely to be the same.
In terms of frugality, the emperor is indeed blameless, even compared with the ancient saint kings.
"Even if you don't build palaces, you still need to build imperial studies, right?"
Yuan Shu chuckled. "Why, you are tired of studying in Nanyang County and want to make a memorial ceremony for Taixue?"