Farmer of Shu Han

Li Mu and Amei supported Feng Cishi out of the front yard, and Feng Cishi could stand firmly on the spot and walk by himself.

Even after letting out a long breath, he cursed in a low mood:

"Zhao Erlang is not a son of man!"

Hearing this, Amei just pursed her lips and smiled.

But Li Munai is a daughter of a family. She has been able to read and write since she was a child, and her literary literacy is not low. At this time, her eyes are bright:

"What Ah Lang read in the hall just now, not to mention Second Uncle Zhao, even my concubine's heart was agitated when he heard it."

"Really?" Thinking of his performance in the front yard just now, Feng Cishi couldn't help but praise his acting skills.

In the past few days, there is only an outline, no rehearsal, and the main thing is to play on the spot.

The main reason is that Zhao Erlang, who is a critic, was too involved in the drama, so he poured a big bottle of spirits for his brother.

No wink at all!

"Don't you see everyone in the hall? Who is not attracted by Alang's literary talent?"

Li Mu tightly clung to Feng Cishi's arm, and his voice was so soft that he could squeeze out water:

"Ms. Zhang almost couldn't help but rushed in after listening to it outside. Now she is one step ahead of me and ran to tell the lady!"

Governor Feng laughed out loud, full of ambition.

Then he put his arms around a concubine's room and said with a smile:

"My body is full of alcohol, and help me to take a bath."

In the backyard, Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi waited for a long time before they heard a man's voice from the door:

"It's so late, why isn't Xijun still asleep?"

Inspector Feng didn't tie his hair up, and walked in wearing a robe.

Guan Ji had a big belly, she was not lying on the couch as usual, she was sitting at the table with Zhang Xingyi, chatting and laughing.

When Feng Yong approached, he saw papers on the desk.

"What is this doing?"

"I am waiting for Feng Junhou who is 'I am born to be handsome'."

Guan Ji seemed to be in a very good mood, but she answered the sentence jokingly.

Feng Yong came to the front and looked down, but saw that the paper on the table was written on the "Will Enter the Wine" that he read in the front yard.

He couldn't help being surprised, and looked at Zhang Xingyi:

"Si Niang actually has such thoughts? Can you memorize it after only listening to it once?"

Zhang Xingyi raised his head proudly, and glanced at Duke Feng with disdain.

On the contrary, Guan Ji explained with a smile:

"I knew you were going to read a poem a few days ago, but you refused to tell us in advance. Si Niang had someone prepare a pen and ink outside, and wrote it down while you were reading."

As she spoke, she looked down at the table again, held up the paper with both hands, and exclaimed:

"No wonder Alang didn't want to say it in advance! This kind of excellent essay, I think, can only be compared with "The Difficult Road to Shu" and "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Liu Farewell."

"If I said it in advance, how could I amaze everyone in the hall? Come back after all the money is gone, good sentence! Only A Lang has the confidence to say this kind of sentence."

Feng Yong saw that there was still a lot of paper on the table, all of which were scrawled and messy charcoal characters. It seemed to be shorthand for Zhang Xingyi to ask people outside the banquet hall.

On the other hand, the paper that Guan Ji was holding was written with iron and silver hooks on it, revealing sharpness yet boldness.

You can tell it's Tiger Girl's work at a glance.

"Good words!" Governor Feng took the paper from Guan Ji, "The word Xijun echoes this article."

"My concubine first heard the poem that A Lang read in the front yard, and my heart was also agitated, so I couldn't help but write it down."

Guan Ji leaned over and said with a light smile, "After finishing writing, I realized that what I wrote tonight is much better than before!"

"This is probably to know people from the characters." Although Feng Cishi's calligraphy is unique, he still has a certain level of appreciation.

He looked at it for a while, and then he said with satisfaction, "The former Cao San asked me to write this poem to Cao Zhi, just right, Xijun saved me a lot of trouble."

This remark made Guan Ji laugh "puchi".

Zhang Xingyi said angrily from the side:

"Brother-in-law, let's speak according to our conscience! Fortunately, I saw you passed out in the front yard, so I hurried back and asked my sister to copy this poem again..."

Well, is it really a couple's heart?

Inspector Feng coughed, without changing his face.

Anyway, it's not a shame to lose face in front of your own woman.

It's just that Zhang Xiaosi didn't get timely feedback from Governor Feng for her credit, which made her even more dissatisfied.

So she asked maliciously:

"This poem doesn't have a title yet, why don't you write one yourself, brother-in-law?"

Governor Feng sneered: "Don't make trouble, even if it is a man, it is difficult to write Xijun's handwriting. I am ashamed of myself. How can I add to the snake?"

The doctor was much more caring, and changed the subject and asked:

"Speaking of this, Alang hasn't said what the name of this article is?"

"Will enter the wine, Yuefu poetry."

"Yuefu poems again? Ah Lang seems to like writing Yuefu poems?"

Guan Ji took the paper from Feng Yong's hand, picked up a pen and wrote on it the words "will enter the wine".

"Isn't the Yuefu poems that are the most widely spread in the Han Dynasty?" Feng Yong smiled slightly, "Besides, if you don't write Yuefu poems, how can you listen to Xijun's singing?"

At that time, General Guan sang "The Road to Shu is Difficult", which surprised Feng Shishi.

Guan Ji probably also remembered what happened back then, and now she smiled softly, but she couldn't express much in front of Zhang Xingyi.

So I asked another question: "What kind of allusion is this five-flowered horse?"

"The horse's mane is trimmed into petals for decoration. Those who divide into three petals are called three-flowered horses, and those who divide into five petals are called five-flowered horses."

Guan Ji listened to Feng Yong's explanation, nodded her head, but didn't ask any more questions, she just took it as a custom:

"It turns out that there is such a saying, but the concubine is ignorant."

But it is also in line with her understanding when she first heard about the five-flowered horse.

After all, it must be a rare horse if it can be compared with Qianjinqiu.

"It's just a habit in my teacher's school. It's normal that Xijun hasn't heard of it."

Speaking of this, Feng Yong turned to Zhang Xingyi and said:

"Since streaky horses are mentioned in the poem, tomorrow I will have someone pick out a top-quality horse, and trim the horse's mane into streaky."

"At the same time, let Mu Niang choose some high-quality clothes, oh, and prepare the fine wine."

"Just wait for that Cao San to say goodbye, let him take these things back, and say that they are gifts from me to Cao Zhi."

"For this matter, Si Niang remembers to do it with her own hands, and don't make any mistakes."

Zhang Xingyi nodded in response.

"Ah Lang has a heart for Cao Zhi."

"If you don't pay attention to it, you can't do it. If Cao Cao was outstanding in both civil and military affairs, then Cao Pi's writing is also impressive. When it comes to Cao Rui, his martial arts strategy is not good enough, and his literary talent is insufficient."

If the original history is changed, Cao Rui can be regarded as the hero of half a generation.

It's a pity that now I have encountered a bug.

Because of successive years of foreign defeats, the prestige established by defeating Wu in the first year has long been lost.

After being on the throne for so many years, Cao Rui can't even consolidate his foundation now, let alone control the overall situation like in the original history.

This is very fatal for an emperor.

According to the report of the spies, Sima Yi, who is now the governor of Guanzhong, has great power.

You can independently appoint middle-level generals of the Guanzhong armies, and even have the right to execute low-level generals.

In addition, Tuntian and ad hoc Yishi.

The military power and regime are integrated in one body, and they can raise money and food by themselves, just like a Tang Dynasty envoy.

I just don't know if Sima Yi has the guts to be An Lushan.

Regardless of what Sima Yi thinks in his heart, it can be seen from this that Cao Rui's control over Wei State is now much worse than the original history.

"Nowadays, there are very few people in Wei who can be praised. Wu Lue is no more than Sima Yi, maybe Man Chong is one of them?"

"On the other hand, the big man has a lot of martial virtues, so what is there to be afraid of? On the contrary, in terms of literary talents, Cao Zhi alone in Wei State can dominate the world."

Speaking of martial arts, it's not that Feng Yong looks down on other people in Wei, but...

The old monster Zhuge, who has no worries about the rear, has no fear of the old thief Sima at all.

No matter how hard the shell of a tortoise is, how hard is it made by Hanyang?

Anyway, Governor Feng didn't believe it.

It can be said that during this period, the Great Han and the Kingdom of Wei were reversed from the original history.

At this time, the talents of Wei State were withering and in a period of weakness.

But the big man, because of someone's cheating, talents emerged in advance, and the national power was on the rise.

The only thing missing is soft power.

Although those who will affect the direction of Wei and Jin culture in the future, because of the turmoil of the vanity case, they can only behave silently with their tails between their legs.

But the "Three Caos of Jian'an" is a mountain that can never be circumvented in the history of Chinese literature.

Even if there is only one Cao Zhi left among the three Caos, it is enough for scholars all over the world to look up to.

"Where the destiny lies, the direction of the human heart" is something that is very metaphysical, although it is invisible and intangible.

You just can't ignore it.

After all, in this era, even celestial phenomena have to be used to prove who is orthodox in the world.

No way, everyone believes this.

"Alang is too self-effacing. In the past, Cao Zhi's literary talent could be said to dominate the world, but don't big men have Alang now?"

Governor Feng laughed dryly:

"Cao Zhi is a senior after all, and the battle can be judged by victory or defeat, but in matters of the literary world, as a junior, it is better to lower your attitude."

No matter how he was blown up to the sky, Feng Cishi still kept one thing in his heart: he is a cheater and does not rely on real strength.

When Governor Feng was scheming with his wife and concubines in the backyard, Cao San in the front yard was already drunk and staggering.

He had never drank such a strong wine, and just the first three bottles made him a little overwhelmed.

In addition, after Feng Yong left, Zhao Guang volunteered to take over the banquet, and poor Cao San was in bad luck.

Anyway, when he woke up, it was already dawn the next day.

The hangover made Cao San feel like he had a splitting headache.

Cao San felt better after eating the food brought up by his servants and eating hot soup.

He was holding his head and moaning, but he didn't know that the things Feng Langjun sent over quickly made him forget his pain.

"Is this the article written by Feng Langjun himself last night?"

Cao San carefully spread the mounted paper on the table, and as soon as he saw it, he couldn't help applauding:

"Good word!"

It really is like a person!

Looking at this bold yet vigorous font, it really deserves to be written by Feng Langjun, who is good at writing majestic prose.

"Jiangjinjiu? So this article is called Jiangjinjiu?"

Cao San muttered to himself, admiring it for a long time, and then put it away preciously.

"I just asked Feng Langjun for a personal letter at the banquet last night, and today I can get the authentic one. Feng Langjun really attaches great importance to Chen Wang."

Thinking of this, Cao San couldn't help sighing again, God's will tricks people.

The trip was complete, and Cao San was eager to return. He wanted to rush back to report to King Chen, so he quickly bid farewell.

Feng Yong didn't hold back either. After all, the Han and Wei dynasties were enemies after all. Some things, the longer they were delayed, the more accidents would happen.

"This horse is called the five-flowered horse, and it is the horse of the prince. The prince said that the poem will be given to Mr. Cao, and the horse will also be given to Mr. Cao."

Zhang Yuan handed the rein to Cao San and said solemnly.

Cao San is not Cao Zhi, so he is not qualified to let Feng Yong see him off in person.

On the contrary, Zhang Yuan, as the best student around Feng Cishi, was sent to send Cao San off.

Cao San looked at the tall horse in front of him. Even though he had followed Cao Zhi since he was a child and had seen rare things for a long time, he couldn't help admiring:

"This horse is so handsome!"

But I saw that the horse's whole body was shiny and shiny, its nostrils were wide open, its hooves were like bowls, its back was wide and straight.

The most striking thing is that the horse's mane has been carefully trimmed and decorated with ornaments. It looks really luxurious.

Zhang Yuan nodded:

"Emissary Cao really has foresight. This horse is a heavenly horse from the Western Regions. Later, someone deliberately transported it from the Western Regions to Liangzhou, and finally gave it to the prince."

"Your Majesty likes this horse very much, so I'm giving it to Mr. Cao!"

As he spoke, he clapped his hands again, and saw several servants coming up with things in their hands.

"These few things are pure-color fur coats and the latest fleece coat from Nanxiang. They are hard to find, not to mention thousands of gold, even ten thousand gold."

"As for these fine wines, the Western Region rose peach wine, Nanzhong honey wine, and spirits are all treasured by the princes and marquises. Please envoy Cao bring them back to Mr. Cao."

Cao San heard this, straightened his face and clothes, bowed deeply to Wuwei City, and said loudly:

"Three generations of Chen Wang thanked Feng Langjun for the gift!"

King Chen has been frustrated all these years, and now he can get Feng Langjun's friendship, and it is not in vain that King Chen is willing to accept the suspicion of the court and communicate with the Han people this time.

Longyou in May is already full of greenery.

When I came, I was full of apprehension and didn't want to watch the scenery.

When he returned, he was full of rewards. When Cao San came to Jicheng again, he finally had the mood to take a look at this important town in Longyou.

Over the years, because the materials transported from Hanzhong have to pass through Jicheng, Jicheng has become more and more prosperous.

All kinds of restaurants and guest houses have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Even a new form of entertainment from Nanxiang has affected Jicheng.

That is the storyteller.

Yongliang has produced heroes since ancient times.

The chivalrous novels represented by "Purple Electricity and Green Frost" are not only very suitable for the style of Yongliang, but also because they are easy to understand, they are loved by the majority of Yongliang people.

Most of the caravans that come and go are hard-working, and the head of Guizhou doesn't have much money to go to high-end places.

They are the ones with the largest audience.

Where there is demand, there will naturally be a market.

So some storytellers sometimes simply go to the Datong shop guesthouse where the caravan sleeps on their feet.

What's even more casual is to find an open place to speak in the open air.

Anyway, what do you do, don’t you just need to have a mouth?

Over time, some places have become regular places for storytelling.

With a market, there will naturally be consumption, and some green-skinned secret advocates will follow suit.

For the convenience of doing business, these fixed places began to be fenced with railings and covered with sheds to keep out the wind and rain.

Such places have long existed in Nanxiang.

However, such places in Nanxiang are very formal, and the government has a special management office.

At this time, the railings are mostly called hook bars.

And because these places gather together like tiles and disintegrate like tiles when they disperse, they are easy to gather and disperse, so they are called the places of Goulan in Washi.

It is a place for the middle and lower class people to come and go for entertainment.

Jicheng's side also followed Nanxiang's name, and gradually became popular.

When Cao San was in Hanzhong, he had heard all kinds of rumors about Feng Langjun's rule of Nanxiang, but he came in a hurry and wanted to go to Liangzhou to see Feng Langjun.

Now that things are over, I heard that Jicheng also has such peculiarities, so I am curious and want to go to have a look.

Unexpectedly, after visiting in person, I found that this place is very vulgar, and people who come and go are all dressed in sackcloth.

He couldn't help being a little disappointed at the moment, but hearing the storyteller made him feel novel, and he lingered for a while, but he couldn't bear to leave immediately.

There is a woman's voice next door. Well, it seems that singing is not singing.

The words "Brother Jing" and "Rong'er" made people confused.

Cao San turned around following the voice, but saw a woman with inferior makeup on her face, like a ghost painting, opening her mouth and singing something.

Next to him was a man who was extremely short and thick, with a simple and honest face. He had black and yellow buck teeth when he smiled, and he looked like he had been digging food from the ground.

But there is also a knife on his waist, and he can't stop turning around the woman.

From time to time, he also frivolously said a few words in cooperation with the woman.

It caused the man below to breathe quickly and applauded endlessly, his neck was thick and red.

"Excellent! Really impressive! A woman like a fairy like Huang Rong is matched with a rough man like Guo Jing!"

Someone moved his throat up and down, and shouted with a red face.