"Got it." Li Changan stuffed the letter into the envelope.
Then he stood up and opened the door.
Xue Shiqing said respectfully, "Everyone said you have to go. You have contributed to the dam. If you don't go, everyone will not feel at ease."
"Didn't you say there is another poem? Everyone wants to read it too."
Li Changan smiled and nodded to Xue Shiqing, "You, please say something nice. Let's go there quickly."
"If I delay the sacrifice, it will be my fault."
The two hurried to the dam.
The sacrificial ceremony was held on the dam.
Wushan Wanzhong Dam is like a giant beast, crawling among the mountains.
It was already full of people.
After Li Changan arrived, the atmosphere, which was originally a chaotic scene, suddenly changed.
The people on the outermost edge were the first to see it, and then they all raised their hands to Li Changan and said hello, "Master Li, I have met Master Li..."
The children also screamed loudly, "Mr. Li, I have candy here..."
The adult next to him quickly patted the child to stop him from shouting.
The commotion became louder and louder, and people gathered here one after another, but they all maintained restraint and made way for Li Changan.
All the officials from the Southern Patrol Division who were inside also stood up, clasped their fists and saluted Li Changan, "Sir."
The other twelve envoys in the innermost circle had complicated expressions, and several of them looked at each other.
"Such a prestige is truly incredible."
"He did it bit by bit, who can say anything?"
"The three words Li Chang'an are now at the peak of their power in the three southern mansions."
"Some of my subordinates are saying that the people in the south only know Li Changan but not the imperial court..."
"Hey, don't say this nonsense."
Li Changan kept returning the greetings along the way and walked in step by step.
Everyone on the road, whether they were ordinary people or officials, took the initiative to get out of the way, allowing Li Changan to go all the way to the innermost part.
Li Changan smiled and saluted the twelve governors with clasped fists.
All the governors and envoys returned the gift one after another.
"Lord Zou, why does this priest need to call me? You and the other lords can just announce the start." Li Changan said with a wry smile.
Zou Boxun patted Li Changan on the shoulder, "I can't decide this. The people here are waiting for you. What can I do?"
"The auspicious time is coming soon, why don't you say a few words?"
Li Changan quickly clasped his fists in apology and declined, "Master Zou really flatters me."
"Just start the sacrifice right away."
With that said, Li Changan quickly nodded to Zhao Yunbo, the former magistrate of Xilin County, who was presiding over the sacrifice.
Zhao Yunbo received the instruction, nodded, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then said loudly, "Sacrifice, start..."
The sound was loud and echoed between the dam and the mountains.
The sound of bells and drums slowly sounded, and all the people and officials stopped talking, stretched their necks, and looked at the high platform on the dam.
A solemn and solemn atmosphere lingered between heaven and earth.
Everyone takes it seriously.
This is not a sacrifice to the so-called illusory dragon god.
Instead, they are worshiping the dam that can protect the water veins of the south.
If we talk about the Dragon God, this dam is the real Dragon God.
Even the high-ranking envoys looked solemnly and looked at the sacrificial platform quietly.
The process of the sacrifice has already been agreed upon.
The original set for worshiping the Dragon God has been greatly modified, and the process has been made much simpler.
From the gift of Tai Lao to Shao Lao.
After the sacrifice, a banquet for the common people was added.
That is, a banquet for a hundred families, a banquet for a thousand families, or even a banquet for ten thousand families.
Every year, everyone has a good meal and uses their harvest joy to worship this hard-won dam.
This is better than any other false gift.
The etiquette cannot be discarded.
If the rituals are abolished, the inheritance will be cut off.
But don't overdo it.
If it is excessive, it will overwork the people and become pedantic.
Everything should be based on what is suitable for the people.
The sacrifice begins at the third moment of Si Zheng.
When it ended, only two quarters of an hour had passed.
At a quarter past noon, it's time to eat.
Everyone started to move towards the place where Wanjia's banquet was held.
It was the junction of the three counties. Now it has been renovated and a wide and flat road has been built.
Long tables were put together and stretched out hundreds of feet long.
Every household brought their own dishes.
It was joyful and lively.
It's like celebrating the New Year.
Everyone was not restricted to their seats, everyone held a bowl and started clinking glasses.
The children started running, discussing with each other which dish was delicious, and then they ran over in groups.
Everyone's face is filled with smiles.
The officials gathered together, exchanging cups and cups. The disaster relief in the south was finally coming to an end, and their hearts felt as if they were about to fly.
During the more than a year and a half in the south, I suffered a lot and no one ever returned home.
It's like wandering outside for so long.
Now that it is finally coming to an end, everyone is a little impatient, but also ecstatic.
Everyone has lost so much restraint and is so happy to call each other brothers.
And the people were all smiling.
Each family's land was allocated to them.
The imperial court also provided no shortage of money and food for disaster relief. As long as the final land was leveled, farming could begin.
But this time, you only need to pay the fixed taxes to the court, and the rest is yours.
I have land in my hands and don't panic in my heart.
Li Changan looked at this lively scene and felt very happy.
People kept coming up to toast.
There are officials and people.
Li Changan drank one cup from left to right, and finally hurriedly urinated and left the scene. If he really wanted to drink like this, why would he drink someone to death?
It's better to escape for your life first.
The Wanjia Banquet will continue until evening, when prayer lanterns will be put out.
Everyone's interest is also very high.
Li Changan pretended to be drunk along the way, and then finally returned to the study.
It was noisy outside, but the room was peaceful and quiet.
Li Changan let out a long breath, sat back on the chair, then took out a bottle of Erguotou that had been stored for a long time from the Xumi treasure bag, and poured himself a glass.
He raised his glass and said with a smile, "Li Changan, you did a good job."
After saying that, drink it all in one gulp.
Listening to the joyous noise outside, Li Changjing listened quietly and poured himself a drink from time to time, which was very pleasant.
When people outside are happy, he is also very happy.
Being alone at this time is not much fun.
"By the way, "Essential Techniques for Elevating the People" is still a little bit finished. I have already sorted out the farming affairs in the south. Now I have time to finish it."
Li Changan was a little confused after drinking, and suddenly slapped his head.
He took out "Essential Art for Elevating the People", which had more than 100,000 and nearly 110,000 words in it, and then pulled out a piece of white paper, pondered for a moment and then wrote,
"Pen and Ink Ninety-one"
"Brushwork: Wei Zhongjiang's "Bi Fang" said: "First use an iron comb to comb the rabbit hair and sheep hair, remove the dirty hair, and cover it so that the beard is not hairy. After finishing, separate them. Use the palm of the comb to pat the hair neatly.
At the front end, make each flat and make it flat. Use sheep's green wool to shrink the sheep's green hair to remove about two inches below the rabbit head. Then flatten it and roll it to make it very round. After that, it's painful.'"
…
at the same time,
At the Wan family banquet, Feng Buyi and a group of officials from the Town and Fu Department got very drunk. From time to time, other common people came over to offer toasts, and he did not refuse them all.
While he was still drinking, Feng Buyi suddenly slammed the table and shouted,
"Didn't your Excellency say... that there is another poem? Why haven't I... seen Your Excellency's poem?"
Other officials also echoed, "Yes, where is your poem? Didn't you say that your Excellency wrote a poem?"
After hearing this, other people quickly asked, "Did Mr. Li write a poem?"
"I heard that Mr. Li is a great poet and a man of extraordinary talent."
"Then you should take a look quickly."
"Master Li seems to have drunk too much...should he go to bed?"
Feng Buyi waved his hand, "That won't work. Today, today, we... must listen to this poem, we must."
Fortunately, the twelve governors had left early, otherwise they would definitely have dealt with this brat at this time.
"Song Siren, do you know about Sir's poem?" Feng Buyi shouted and asked.
Song Siren was also a little confused, "Where can I get it? Ask Zeng Shicai... Zeng Shicai, where are your poems?"
Zeng Shicai shook his head, said "Ah?" in confusion, and then lay down again.
There was no way, there were so many people coming to toast, it was really unbearable.
Finally, Xue Shiqing stood up unsteadily, "Hey hey" and said with a smile, "My lord's poem... Hey hey, I secretly took it out yesterday."
Suddenly there was a roar of applause all around,
"Master Xue is amazing!"
"Okay, Master Xue is mighty!"
There were officials and people alike, and everyone was applauding.
We have been together for such a long time, we have built a dam together, and we have been busy together, and we have already become one.
In everyone's eager anticipation,
Xue Shiqing took out a piece of paper from his arms and slapped away the others who were about to reach out, "Be careful... don't tear it. This is your calligraphy treasure."
As he said that, Trembling Youyou unfolded the paper, and the others looked frightened, fearing that he would tear the paper into pieces.
Xue Shiqing swayed, and finally managed to stand up straight, and read aloud,
"The vast earth beneath is the birthplace of Kyushu. The mountains have long cens, and the rivers have deep currents."
"Okay..." cheers spread, and everyone was clapping their hands.
Some people were confused and shouted together,
"As expected of you, your great poetic talent is immense!"
Xue Shiqing stretched out his hand and pressed down, shaking his body slightly, and continued to say loudly,
"The earth is vast, but it is even in all directions. The country is in peace, and the wilderness has its borders."
"The earth beneath is vast, but it has been singing for thousands of years. There is mao Gong above, and Dai Rentian below."
After reading the poem, everyone shouted loudly, and many people quickly filled up their glasses with wine and drank a large bowl.
"This poem is well written!"
"Yeah, well written!"
"Why don't you give me some appreciation?"
"How can I reward you? Are any of your poems bad? If not, that's right. It's just one word, and I can say it a few more times!"
…
At this time, someone suddenly suggested,
"How about we write this poem by your Excellency on the Wenchang Monument?"
The scene suddenly became quiet.
Some officials who were dizzy after drinking suddenly sobered up.
The Wenchang Monument has not yet returned to its place.
How to write?
And by mentioning this matter at this time, are you deliberately looking for trouble?
Feng Buyi suddenly lost his nerve.
This matter has already become a problem for him.
Your Excellency has worked hard in the south for nearly two years, but because of this Wenchang Monument, it is very likely that all the achievements will be lost when we return.
Other officials also had this idea.
The Wenchang Monument was originally none of the adults' business, but it happened like this, which is simply disgusting.
The common people were also stunned. Wenchangbei Town has been here for so long that everyone has forgotten about Wenchangbei and focused on building dams and dividing fields.
Being shouted at so suddenly, I was a little confused.
The person who shouted this sentence was a commoner who had studied for several years.
When he saw everyone looking at him, he was a little frightened, but he quickly plucked up the courage and asked loudly under the influence of wine,
"I just want to ask, should your poems be written on the Wenchang stele?"
"Everyone feels his conscience and asks, can I write it? Should I write it?"
There was a sound of "Bang!"
A man slapped his hand on the table, "Write it, write it on the Wenchang Monument!"
"Yes, write your poems on the Wenchang Monument!"
Other people are also responding, and they are getting more and more enthusiastic.
The serious expressions on the faces of the officials who had calmed down became soft again.
Feng Buyi slapped Song Siren beside him hard, "I knew it, I knew that human hearts are made of flesh."
"Everyone still remembers it."
Song Siren couldn't hold on and was knocked directly under the table.
Someone took the lead, and the scene suddenly became lively.
Several people carried Xue Shiqing directly towards the Wenchang Monument.
Mainly because of the piece of paper in his hand.
Xue Shiqing shouted and was carried away.
The Wenchang Monument is not far from here, and soon everyone gathered there, creating a sea of people.
"Master Xue, just help me write the poem."
"Yes, Mr. Xue, you write it!"
"Master Xue, you write it." A child shouted.
Xue Shiqing looked at the pair of eager eyes, patted his head, and said loudly, "Okay, I'll write it!"
"Let me pay my respects to Wenming today!"
After saying this, his literary spirit surged, and he began to write on this Wenchang tablet with his hand.
Large characters exuding literary spirit were placed on the Wenchang stele one by one.
The Wenchang Monument seemed to have sensed what the people wanted, and began to tremble slowly, suppressing it bit by bit.
Although Xue Shiqing smelled heavily of alcohol, his eyes were exceptionally bright, and one big character after another fell down.
…
And at the same time,
Li Changan also wrote the last few words in the study.
"The ink should not exceed February or September. When it is warm, it will become smelly. When it is cold, it will be difficult to dry and dissolve. It will fall apart when exposed to the wind. It should not be heavier than three or two taels. This is the secret of ink. It is better to be small than big."
The pen and ink have just fallen,
The world suddenly shook, and a bright golden light appeared from high in the sky. Even the sun in the sky was not able to compare with it.
This golden light was overwhelming, sweeping across the mountains and rivers, rumbled and spread out, turning into a golden auspicious cloud, covering a radius of three hundred miles.