Yang Biao was very surprised and quickly attracted Han Rong to his seat. "Han Gong has read my article?"
"Now there are seal houses in counties and counties, and the palace newspapers are even more popular all over the world. How can I not know?" Han Rong smiled and said, "Wenxian, I'm going to tell you that I have a house in my house, which is specially used to collect the palace newspapers.
When I have free time, I will read these articles for fun.”
"Since that's the case, why don't you see the masterpiece of Han Gong?"
Han Rong shook his hand. "I am old, and I only do my own learning and don't seek knowledge. If I publish articles, I will inevitably be suspicious of selling old age."
Yang Biao's eyes flashed. "What a big deal is Mr. Han's trip this time?"
"It's nothing big, I just want to be quiet. Wenxian, you don't know that Liu Ziqi's disciples and students clamor in my ears every day, making people feel uncomfortable."
Yang Biao nodded gently.
When he learned that Han Rong was visiting, he probably got Han Rong's purpose. As the oldest famous scholar in Yingchuan, who had followed the emperor to the Western Paradise and became the Grand Duke, Han Rong seemed to be in the wild
The leader is enough to compete with Xun Yu.
When Xun Yu was unwilling to plead for the Shixie brothers, asking Han Rong to come forward was almost the only choice.
But he knew the emperor's temper and was worried that Han Rong would hit a wall with the emperor, which would make the emperor embarrassed.
"Duke Han is going to write a letter or go to see the car?"
"I want to take a look first and then post an article in the newspaper."
Yang Biao frowned and remained silent.
This is his most worried choice. With Han Rong's identity, once this article is published, the impact will not be small, and may even cause a response from Confucian scholars in all prefectures and counties, which will put huge pressure on the emperor.
"Wenxian, don't worry. Although I am old, I am not confused. I know what I can say and what I can't say."
Yang Biao looked at Han Rong and smiled. "Okay, I'll arrange someone..."
"No need to arrange it, I'll just go there."
Yang Biao thought about it and agreed.
Based on convenience, he arranged a small courtyard for Han Rong in Situ's Mansion, sent someone to serve him, and then wrote a memorial to inform the emperor of Han Rong's visit so that the emperor could prepare.
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Wancheng Yinfang.
Mrs. Tang sat in the private room on the second floor, looking at the scholars who were debating fiercely in the courtyard below through the window.
Xun Wenqian was sitting opposite, breastfeeding the child.
A few months ago, she gave birth to her second child and was a son, who was as healthy and lively as Liu Tai. According to the emperor's previous idea, this child will be renewed for King Hongnong Liu Bian in the future, and she will be considered the child of Mrs. Tang.
So during this period, she almost lived in Yinfang, allowing Mrs. Tang to have a familiar process with her children.
"Did the emperor say when will he return?"
"I didn't say it, I guess I'll have to stay for a while, and wait until the new policies of the four counties in Jiangnan are on track." Xun Wenqian said: "It's strange that the emperor has implemented the new policies in Jiangnan this time, why don't I ask my aunt to go and manage the printing house?"
Mrs. Tang glanced at Xun Wenqian. "What's the difficulty of managing the printing workshop? Why do I need to go?"
"That's true. My aunt is also an important official around the emperor, so she naturally has to do some big things." Xun Wenqian laughed and turned to glance at the debate scene downstairs. "This Nanyang Yinfang has surpassed Hedong, Chang'an Yinfang.
The scale is only comparable to the Yinfang in Jizhou and Yuzhou. With one county and one state, my aunt can be called a general in the field."
Mrs. Tang gave Xun Wenqian a blank look, got up and took the full child from her arms, yawning and wanting to sleep. "If you are idle, go to the weaving workshop to check it out. Don't talk here, it's annoying."
Xun Wenqian covered her clothes and said, "What I said is the truth. What are you upset about? Hey, who is that person? It looks familiar."
Mrs. Tang glanced back and was stunned. She walked to the window, looked carefully, and said with some uncertainty: "It seems to be Wuyang Han Gong, why is he here? And so energetic, it's not...
…”
She turned to look at Xun Wenqian, who was also looking at her, with a faint discomfort in her eyes.
She was also descended from the fourth chief of Yingchuan, so she naturally knew Han Rong's weight. In terms of seniority, Han Rong even had a greater influence than her father Xun Yu, especially as Xun Yu's ideas gradually changed.
After gradually distanced himself from the scholars of Yingchuan.
Mrs. Tang thought for a while and said to Xun Wenqian: "I'll go and inquire, and then you send a message to the emperor to make him prepare. Han Gong has not been away for a long time and suddenly came to Wancheng. There must be a reason."
Xun Wenqian nodded in agreement.
Mrs. Tang returned the child to Xun Wenqian, turned around and went downstairs, stood in the corner, and looked at Han Rong quietly.
Han Rong sat aside, listening to people arguing about issues with relish, and did not notice Mrs. Tang at all. He dressed simply, no different from ordinary scholars. Apart from being old, he attracted the attention of some people, he did not cause much noise.
Most of the people here are young people, and no one knows his identity, just think that he is an old man who comes to see the lively fun.
The question that the two of them argued in the hall was about a bridge, with sketches drawn on the whiteboard beside it, which was an arch bridge.
What the two argued was the pros and cons of the bridge.
The positive side said that this bridge connects the north and south, which facilitates travel and does not affect the passage of ships.
The opposing side said that although this bridge can communicate with the north and south, it does not affect the passage of ships under the bridge, it was not considered carefully when it was originally designed. The slope of the bridge was too large, so it could only pedestrians and not drive, which was far less than building a smoother building.
The arch bridge is coming reasonably.
Han Rong knew about the Pure Water, but he didn't know that there was a bridge on the Pure Water. Thinking about the width of the Pure Water, looking at the single arch bridge across the two sides, he was shocked.
Can the craftsmen in Wancheng build such a large arch bridge?
Han Rong whispered to the audience, who looked at Han Rong and smiled.
"Honey, did you just arrive in Wancheng?"
Han Rong nodded. "That's right."
"No wonder. This bridge was not built by craftsmen in Wancheng. It was the result of Zhen Guiren and Shangfang. It is said that some craftsmen from the martial arts lecture hall participated. In short, this bridge is my
The representative of the most advanced bridge-building technology in the Han Dynasty. If your father has time, he must go and see it. There is no such a large bridge anywhere else."
"Guru Zhen?"
"Well, the queens around the emperor are good at their own strengths, some are good at weaving and dyeing, and some are good at printing books. This nobleman Zhen is good at building bridges." The audience patted his thighs, his expression full of envy. "Listen."
People say that her ambition is to build bridges on the river, communicate with Hedong and Hexi, and pick the emperor's reward and break the soil and make him a marquis."
Han Rong was even more surprised. "Can a woman be a marquis?"
The audience glanced at Han Rong and laughed silently. "Don't the father-in-law know that the Concubine Ma next to the emperor is a marquis? But she did not rely on building bridges, but on beheading on the battlefield to make contributions. Tsk tsk, a woman can not only fight on the battlefield, but also on the battlefield.
The beheading and meritorious service really make us embarrassed.”