Our Hometown

Chapter 104 is empiricist

The earliest literary works were actually derived from simple stories, but after being accompanied by beautifully written words, they became a popular literary chapter.

Just look at the "Book of Songs" and you will understand how pale the earliest literary expressions are. If you remove those beautiful and timeless words, the core of the story is often very simple. After the text is described and the environment is rendered, it is beautiful.

Tao Yuanming's works are naturally beautiful. This kind of story is not only harmful to future generations, but also to ancient people like Sima Qian.

He was not a pretentious man. After listening to Yun Lang's story of "Peach Blossom", he admired his archer and continued to eat his own yellow steamed buns.

He felt that Yun Lang had just made up a beautiful story to counter him, so he admired Yun Lang's talent, but he didn't care.

The father slept very sweetly, especially after being trapped in the threshold for a few days, he was able to relax for the first time and should have a good sleep.

The prison slowly turned black, and the dark night inevitably came. Sima Qian put down the bamboo slips in her hand, rubbed her dim eyes, and looked enviously at the brightly lit cell.

Too many events need to be recorded, and the sun sets too early every day, which makes him unable to record the stories in his head.

"Why don't you ask the young man opposite to ask for a lamp?" Sima Tan woke up from his sleep and yawned, then naturally asked his son.

Sima Qian looked at his father puzzledly: "You said ..."

"Spirit, right?"

"Yup!"

"That is when you don't understand what guts are, it's a noble guise to cultivate you.

Now, you already know what is true guts, then, you should know that persistent efforts towards the goal is a way to express your guts.

Borrow a lamp to fulfill the desire you want to record, this does not damage your bones, it should be a laxative, not humiliating. "

"But the baby doesn't like this person at all, he is too good for us."

Sima Tan silently smiled and said, "What is the idea of ​​not liking others to treat you well? Do you think it is normal for you to think that if you are embarrassed everywhere?"

"That's not the case, that is, the child doesn't like to look at his face, or the child doesn't like his shining eyes at all."

Sima Tan shook his head helplessly, shouting at the cell where Yun Lang lived: "Young man, can you give us an oil lamp?"

Yun Lang quickly opened the curtain covering the prison, and smiled and pushed an oil lamp that had just been filled with oil. Two candles were pushed together.

"Please use it. If it is not enough, I will ask the jailer again."

Sima Qian took oil lamps and candles. When he saw Yun Lang who seemed to want to talk to him, he quickly said: "You have also been trapped in the threshold for three days. Get a good night's sleep."

Seeing that Sima Qian was reluctant to talk to him more, Yun Lang had to regretfully pull back the curtain and lie down on a soft brocade.

To be honest, since coming to this world, he has rehearsed Sima Qian for countless times in his mind. He even designed the appearance and dress when he met, and even conceived the first sentence to be said.

He believes that it should be an extremely beautiful encounter, should be the beginning of a real exchange between modern people and ancient history.

As a result, things are not so beautiful. Sima Qian is a cold man. He doesn't seem to be used to having an in-depth conversation with strangers.

This is something that cannot be done. The cow can't force his head without drinking water.

I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was already dawn.

Sima Tan ’s prison was empty, their father and son were not there, and Yun Lang was inexplicably flustered.

"Head, head, where are the father and son who live across from me?"

The prison head, which had been fed by Zhang Lian for a long time, said with a smile on his face: "Tai Shiling Sima Tan went to the church today, and his son followed."

Yun Lang glanced at Sima on the salute left by his father and son.

"When will I go to court?"

The head was surprised and said: "You don't have to go to the hall, the document that the villain received is to imprison you for 60 days, and there is no other punishment."

"Do you know what crime the old man opposite had committed? Won't he be tortured?"

The prisoner's eyes widened and said: "The old man was just said by his majesty, and it was not a serious crime. How could he be tortured?"

After finishing the speech, seeing Yun Lang seemed very disappointed, he lowered his voice and said, "This old man is just a prince, and he doesn't have too many joints in North Korea. There is no way. "

Yun Lang was taken aback by the words of his head, and quickly said: "Who wants that one to be castrated? Just ask casually."

The prisoner still shyly said: "There are also two people who were tortured in the prison. If Sima is curious, the villain can arrange it, but one lower body wound has been ulcerated and smells bad, the other seems better, these days After plugging in the straw, I can pee, that is the total bedwetting ... "

Yun Lang almost covered his ears, staring blankly at the prisoner's head and finishing those disgusting words, struggling to wave his hand to the prisoner's head, sitting at the back of the desk, ready to write something, sixty days away from home, there are many things to be arranged .

For example, the fence still needs to be raised. These muddy water activities must be finished before freezing.

For example, the silk at home is going to be sold. Liu Po's idea of ​​a high price is good. Yun Lang still feels that a simple name has been dropped first.

There can't be any more chickens, ducks and geese at home. He has raised so many poultry for two years in a row, and he is very worried that chicken plague will occur due to pollution.

If chicken plague occurs, it will cause fatal damage to the poultry breeding industry that has just started in Shanglin Garden.

Not only can we not continue to increase poultry farming, but at this time we should gradually phase out part of the adult chickens and start breeding the second generation of Yun's chicks based on the egg production.

Only by continuously improving the species of poultry will the survival rate become higher.

What worries Yunlang the most is not whether the family will be in trouble because of the headless dragons, resulting in some losses.

It's the mausoleum barracks full of skeletons ...

Too many things to explain, Yun Lang unconsciously wrote a dozen catty bamboo slips. For the clumsy bamboo slips, Yun Lang was almost used to it.

When it was almost noon, Sima Tan returned to the cell with the help of Sima Qian. Sima Tan's hand shivered ... Sima Qian seemed to have just cried and his eyes were red.

This is necessary. Entering Lieutenant Mansion, whether or not guilty or not, it is necessary to get a killing baton first, even if Sima Tan is Tai Shiling, he cannot escape this level.

Sima Tan smiled at Yunlang while holding the door of the cell: "Is there any wine in Xiaolang's hand?"

Ten spine sticks, this is a must and a cardinal number. Sima Tan is Tai Shiling, who has already been punished lightly and still has to face ten punishments.

This time Sima talked about asking for wine not to drink, but to use the wine to clean the battered and swollen back. It is said that this can quickly reduce the swelling.

I do n’t know which one is nonsense ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The swollen back that has been beaten with sticks, after being washed by the wine slurry, the redness is more obvious.

Sima Qian watched his father's back swell up. Not only did he not worry, but he said to his father happily: "The congestion is about to come out. Yeye will bear it again. When the swelling becomes bigger, the child will puncture the blood with an iron needle. All the bruises are released, and the children have seen them executed in Chu, which is very effective. "

Yun Lang couldn't help saying: "Shouldn't this time use ice water to wash the wound, and then use the handkerchief that was pulled from the ice water to cover the redness?"

Sima Qian gave Yun Lang a contemptuous look and said, "I've seen ..."

This is the obvious rejection of help, Yun Lang shook his head helplessly, sitting across from Sima Tan, watching the red and swollen part on his back finally blue and purple, watching Sima Qian casually looking for an iron needle Tucked away the skin behind his father.

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