At The Beginning, Caishikou Beheaded, I Chose To Be Reborn

Zhuang Mo Chen was furious, and what he said sounded accusatory, but in fact there was a smile on the corners of his eyes and mouth, obviously joking with Ye Yuan.

"It's just an enlightenment article, so it shouldn't make Mr. Zhuang care so much."

Ye Yuan shook his head helplessly, made a gesture of invitation, and invited Zhuang Mochen to sit down.

Zhuang Mochen and Ye Yuan have a good friendship, and the two families are getting closer.

He was not polite at the moment, just sat down without saying anything, grabbed the teapot, poured a cup of herbal tea and drank it.

"It's just an enlightenment article? What Mr. Ye said is like a breeze blowing on his face, but it seems that Mr. Zhuang has never seen the world.

Zhuang Mochen said with a smile.

"After reading this article last night, I couldn't sleep at night. I walked out of the room several times in the middle of the night, wanting to talk to Mr. Wang, but seeing that the time was wrong, I couldn't bear to disturb him.

Ye Yuan was startled when he heard the words, and took a closer look. Sure enough, Zhuang Mochen's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked deeply tired.

Immediately shook his head and complained.

"Mr. Zhuang is not young anymore, why is he still acting like a child, acting so ignorantly? Ye Mou is here, and he can't run away. Besides, can an article [really] make you so excited?"

Whether "Thousand Characters" is good, of course it is.

But Zhuang Mochen is a very talented person, and he is quite accomplished in reading.

Ye Yuan has always felt that although he is not well-known, he already has the style of a great Confucian.

No matter how good the enlightenment article is, it is only an enlightenment article. From a literary point of view, it will not make him so forgetful.

"Mr. Ye really doesn't know why Zhuang is so excited?"

Zhuang Mochen looked over with burning eyes.

Ye Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought of something.

Because of what he said before he pretended to be an immortal17, Emperor Qian repented of his past mistakes, issued an edict of guilt, released the innocent Daoist, and gave compensation to the victims...

When he heard about this for the first time, Zhuang Mochen was very happy, thinking that the emperor had finally come to his senses and the world of Qian Kingdom would be saved.

But soon he knew that the emperor just wanted to do these things to please the immortals. After his immortality, he suffered a huge blow.

Although this Mr. Zhuang has resigned and returned to his hometown, his heart is still above the court!

At this point, Ye Yuan immediately understood.

"Does Mr. Zhuang want to promote "Thousand Characters"?"

Zhuang Mochen smiled.

"The one who knows me, Ye Xing.

He stood up, hands behind his back, walking around excitedly.

""Thousand-Character Essay" is an elementary school article. It doesn't need such a good literary talent and gorgeous rhetoric. What Zhuang Mou cares about is not these things at all. Instead, after reading it through

That kind of catchy feeling, the articles written by Mr. Rhyme are very easy to spread, and the articles are not too long, only a thousand characters, but these thousand characters cover astronomy, geography, history, ethics, etc. .....Is there any enlightenment article more suitable for promotion than this?"

"Saint's disciples, the first thing is to educate, and the beginning of enlightenment, since the beginning of learning, there is this ancient text, and I don't know how many children will benefit from it!"

"Mr. Ye, what you have written is not just an article, but also a thousand-year achievement in the way of enlightenment!"

Zhuang Mochen has always paid attention to reality, but as a scholar, he does not lack romantic thoughts.

At this moment, he began to imagine, if one day, all the students in the world recited "Thousand Characters", and the sound of the Holy Way was heard neatly in the school, what a wonderful thing it would be?

But Ye Yuan's words pulled him out of his fantasy.

"Mr. Zhuang's thinking is very good. Mr. Ye has only one question. No matter how good the article is, how can it be promoted in the world?"

Zhuang Mo paused, and then fell into deep thought.

After a while, all passion receded and sat down.

"Mr. Ye, you... really spoil the fun."

He took a sip of tea, only to feel bitter in his mouth.

Fantasy is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Today's Qianguo, internally and externally troubled, deeply rooted in disasters, seems to have reached the verge of collapse.

At this moment, because of behavioral education?

Will anyone actually do this?

Counting on the princes of the court who are busy fighting for power and profit?

Or those bosses in the cabinet who pretend to be deaf and dumb, and no one can offend them?

It can't be the emperor who doesn't care about other things except cultivating immortals!

Zhuang Mochen just thought about it and felt desperate.

Ye Yuan didn't want to hit him either, but he didn't want his own friend to fall into self-indulgence, he silently poured a cup of tea for him, and said.

"In fact, Mr. Zhuang still hasn't let go of the court. Although he is in the remote Xiaoning County, he has never left Fengdu with his heart."

Zhuang Mochen sighed.

"No, Zhuang Mou's heart is not in Fengdu, but in the people of the world. I never study for fame and wealth, I just want to do something for the people... I was elected as a young man, and later I was awarded a Jinshi. Released as an official, transferred to Fengdu, and appointed admonishing doctor, I thought I could do something, but after thinking about it carefully, I couldn’t achieve anything, how can I be reconciled to this?"

Ye Yuan listened quietly.

He has already seen that although Zhuang Mochen talked about going back to his hometown to run education, it was actually just a helpless act out of frustration. In fact, his real heart was very contradictory. Nowhere to start.

For this kind of thing, Ye Yuan has no experience to share.

Can only accompany silently.

After sitting withered for a while, Zhuang Mochen suddenly spoke and became firm again.

"Mr. Ye, I still plan to give it a try. If this "Thousand Characters" can be carried forward, it will have a great effect on the country's literary industry. It may not be that all the princes in the court are not doing things. It’s all about promoting an article, maybe someone will value it, but not necessarily!”

He identified a truth, since it is correct, it should be done.

Even if the possibility of success is not high, try first.

It feels to Ye Yuan, as if he is denying himself who escaped before.

"Mr. Zhuang has lost his official position now, in what name did he apply for the letter?"

"Although I don't have an official position, I'm still a Jinshi. I have the power to write a letter. Besides, I can also ask the county magistrate to help me and let him be famous together with me."

"This is a way, and it may attract the attention of many people... It's just that Mr. Ye has an unfeeling request, and I ask Mr. Zhuang to agree."

"Mr. Ye just say it."

"When submitting an article, Mr. Zhuang must either sign his own name or sign someone else's name. Anyway, don't mention Ye Mou."

Ye Yuan said lightly.

"Why?"

Zhuang Mochen was puzzled.

"To be able to write such articles should be passed down through the ages, but this is beyond the reach of many people. Why does Mr. Ye abandon it like a pair of shoes?"

Ye Yuan smiled and pointed to himself.

"Sir, could it be that you forgot that Ye Mou said that he had no interest in fame as early as the beginning of our acquaintance. If he really became famous because of this article, what Ye Mou would gain would only be troubles, not sorrows." A little bit of joy... Can Mr. Zhuang bear to see Ye troubled by this matter?"

This is of course an excuse.

In fact, Ye Yuan was afraid that he would attract Emperor Qian's attention.

Although the possibility is very small, he still wants to put an end to all possibilities.

Actually is not afraid of Emperor Qian, but can avoid trouble without causing trouble, now life is very good, very satisfied, what do you do with the royal family?

"Since Mr. Ye said so, it is not easy for Mr. Zhuang to be a villain. It is just a matter of signing, but Mr. Zhuang can't do that kind of misappropriation. I think about it, why don't you sign your name, and just mention the rural leftovers. Just book!"

Zhuang Mochen thought for a moment and said.

"That would be all the better."

Ye Yuan nodded in agreement, and then said one more thing.

"This article of mine was taken by Mr. Zhuang. Does it mean that Mr. Zhuang owes me a favor?"

Zhuang Mochen looked at Ye Yuan's smiling face, although he was puzzled, he still complied.

"Could it be that Mr. Ye has something to tell you?"

Ye Yuan shook his head.

"It's not about ordering something, but asking for something.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Based on the relationship between you and me, what do you want to ask for? Just say it, what is it?"

"I heard from Xiaozhuang before that doctors seem to be proficient in Danqing?"

"Hehe, it's not proficient, it's just a moment of leisure."

"I wonder if Ye is lucky enough to let Mr. teach me Danqing?"

Ye Yuan expressed the true intention of own.

Zhuang Mochen was a little surprised that Ye Yuan would be interested in Danqing.

But I didn't ask too much. For scholars, there are only a few hobbies, such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which are all normal.

This is an elegant thing, he has no reason to refuse, he immediately agreed, and made an appointment, tomorrow 897 will start to guide Ye Yuan in painting.

After finishing the work, the two chatted for a few more words, and then dispersed.

Zhuang Mochen was not idle, and he went straight to the county government office.

Ye Yuan shook his head, Mr. Zhuang, he really doesn't seem like a person who can relax.

But there is nothing to stop it, everyone has their own ideas, Zhuang Mo Chen is loyal, after all, it is for the sake of the country, from any point of view, it is not a bad thing.

The only worry is that he doesn't want to be touched with bags all over his head.

Another day passed.

Ye Yuan went out for a walk, but Luo Laoqi didn't open a stall, so he didn't know if the soy milk project was going well.

After buying some food, he came back to teach the two little devils how to read.

In the evening, Zhuang Mochen finished his class and formally taught Ye Yuan how to paint according to the previous appointment.

Zhuang Mochen is still modest. Although his painting skills cannot be said to be at the level of a master, he can be called proficient, and it is definitely not a so-called temporary interest.

Ye Yuan benefited a lot. Seeing that Zhuang Mochen was a little tired, he asked him to go back to rest first.

But he himself continued to paint on paper.

It's just that the painting is not going well, I meditate for a while, and close my eyes for a while, as if I am trying to remember something, and it seems that I am dreaming aimlessly.

In short, after tossing for a long time, only a prototype was drawn.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Whether Mr. Ye is there or not, there are people from Danxia Mountain."

The voice is old, but full of spirit.

Ye Yuan was taken aback, showing surprise.

The lame Daoist was indeed a believer, and he said that it would take three days at most, and he really fulfilled the agreement.

Hastily stepped forward to open the door, but saw an old man wearing an Azure Taoist robe standing outside the door, with a fairy-like bone set off by white lying silkworm eyebrows, white hair draped around his waist, and a trace of Kindness.

When Ye Yuan was looking at him, he was also looking at Ye Yuan, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and then cupped hands said.

"Danyangzi of Danxia Mountain, meet Mr. Ye."

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