Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

In the two or three days before his enthronement, Guo Shao came to the Hall of Cu'en to make troubles as soon as he was on duty. He left in a hurry today, because the model has already been cast, and it should have cooled down by now.

Guo Shao hurriedly got out of the car, went into the yard and came to the blacksmith's house, and first cleaned the sand mold on the threaded rod. After cleaning it up, I looked at it and froze there... This thing looks like a bone that a dog has gnawed on.

He picked up a shovel and cleaned it again. Looking around, he didn't feel that this thing could bite the threads... There were a lot of sand holes and impurities, and it was so rough that it might be difficult to pass it after careful polishing.

The charcoal in the stove was still hot, and the ashes on the surface were glowing red underneath. Guo Shao sat on the stool in a daze. He thought for a long time, and felt that there should be a problem with the purity of the iron material, and the cooling was uneven.

If instead of cast iron, what about using copper?

But even if the copper material is cast better, the polishing time is too long... Guo Shao returned to the original purpose, just to make a few toys by himself; now he is unsuccessful in trying to make tools, and if he continues to bury his head and go further and further, he may not have enough time to make toys.

In the future, the vise will have to be made by others, and an organization may even be formed; but now I am afraid that it will be too late to make gold and silverware entirely by hand.

...Guo Shaoxian recorded in a new booklet that on March 29th of the sixth year of Xiande, he failed in his attempt to manufacture vise threads. And describe the iron thread made, and summarize the reasons.

He resumed making toy models and sand molds, and didn't ask people to fetch water, bathe and change clothes until it was completely dark.

After taking a bath, Guo Shao sat relaxedly in the study for a while, and found that there were study decorations on both sides of the window, with "Jingtian" written on the right side, and "Weidi" on the left side, which together meant Jingtianweidi. These two pieces of paper are a bit old, and they may not have been hung here by the emperors of the (later) Zhou Dynasty, and the Imperial City of Tokyo was not built by the Zhou Dynasty. Guo Shao didn't know who hung the things, but he could suddenly feel a kind of psychology of the emperors of all dynasties: extreme desire for control.

Even in such a small courtyard with a closed view, the emperors still want to control the world here. Guo Shao thought: It's a pity that many things in this world are not controlled by subjective will.

At this moment, the door was slightly opened, and Li Shanggong came in cautiously holding a wooden plate, "Your Majesty, my concubine made a cup of tea for you." Then he walked over gracefully, brought down the teacup and put it on the table, Guo Shao immediately smelled a faint fragrance of tea.

He sat there doing nothing, and the books on the shelf next to him were not the ones he was interested in reading tonight... He glanced at them casually, and there seemed to be books such as the Book of Changes and the Book of Rites.

Li Shanggong probably also noticed that Guo Shao was just doing nothing, so he said softly beside him: "Many people in the palace envy the concubine's long grace, and being able to serve you by your majesty's side. I heard someone say that your majesty did this out of pity..."

After hearing this, Guo Shao turned his head to look at her, and he also felt that this person was ordinary.

Li Shanggong said quietly: "But there are many poor people in this palace... I feel that His Majesty really loves me."

On such a quiet night, Guo Shao was going to sleep after spending a while, so he was very patient and said gently: "Sit down and talk."

Li Shanggong gently sat down on a round stool, looked at him expectantly, lowered his head and said, "Is what the concubine said right?"

Guo Shao pondered for a moment, nodded and murmured: "That's right, a woman like you is no better than those little girls. If you treat you a little bit better, you really care about it. Why do I have a good impression of you? Maybe it's also a kind of sympathy, maybe..."

He showed a smile: "In this world, there are many things that cannot be explained, but can only be felt."

...

The next day was the first day of April, the weather was fine and the sun was rising. There are people inside and outside the Jinxiang Hall, at least several thousand. Today is a ceremony. Guo Shao didn't bother with most of the specific arrangements. In terms of etiquette, he had only learned a little about manners... At this time, the etiquette was not particularly strict. The freedom and openness of the Tang Dynasty changed the previous etiquette a lot.

Even the gown that Guo Shao is wearing has a rough pattern, because it is something that has been rushed out in the past few days... The cyan-colored gown has many patterns embroidered on it. But what does it matter? As long as there is strength and majesty, props are nothing more than a symbol.

On the imperial chariot, he first heard a burst of loud and slow music, the sound of chimes and drums was particularly obvious, and there were other musical instruments that Guo Shao couldn't hear. He doesn't know much about music, but he can still appreciate it. This kind of symphony called "Shao Yue" is very powerful, grand and calm.

Guo Shao got out of the car, his loose robes and the crown on his head (like a beaded curtain hanging, in Guo Shao's view, like a hat worn by ghosts and gods on Ming coins) were very inactive, so his movements were very slow.

He didn't turn his head to look around. He saw the scene in the square from the corner of his eye. There were countless officials and soldiers, and there were people dancing in the middle. Men with shields and feathers were dancing there, dancing weird dances like gods... Guo Shao really didn't understand it, but fortunately, many civil servants in the court did.

He slowly walked into the main hall through the middle gate, and the eunuchs and maids at the back followed him from a distance. At this time, Guo Shao felt a little lonely, no one approached him, and no one spoke. Only chimes and drums reverberate slowly and rhythmically.

In the main hall, there were actually a group of women dancing in long skirts, the sleeves were so long that they flicked back and forth. But when Guo Shao stepped over the threshold, they lined up in two rows and retreated to both sides. Leave the middle rug straight up to the throne above.

"Ding, Dang, dong, dong..." Guo Shao heard the rhythm of the majestic melody clearly, and walked forward slowly with his head held high. Hundreds of civil and military officials bowed and stood in the main hall.

Guo Shao's current movements are very contrived, his hands are pressed on the belt, he walks in a straight line with his head held high, and he walks very slowly; his neck is also straight, and his head cannot move around, otherwise the crown on his head will be easily crooked. He himself felt that he was acting, but fortunately, everyone was serious and dignified, so acting like this seemed natural.

Gradually, he gradually immersed himself from the state of distraction, and immersed himself in this grand and solemn atmosphere... Maybe this is just a play, but this is the only place in the world where it can be performed, and it is presumptuous to dare to act in other places, to catch the important crime and the whole family.

Guo Shao walked up to the high throne for the second time. Compared with the first time, the feeling is different this time. He first turned around to face the hall, smoothed the sleeves of his robe, sat upright, let go of his hands from his belt, and placed them on the armrests on both sides. The bead curtain on the forehead is still shaking.

At this time, the ministers below knelt down on the ground together, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, shouting: "Your Majesty's holy life is boundless!"

Outside the open palace door, more voices came in, "Long live, long live, long live..." The voice floated among the magnificent temples and the vast imperial city, as if it had been lingering for a long time. The music also gradually died down.

"Everyone loves you, stay flat." Guo Shao slowed down his speech as much as possible, and said loudly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace." A group of people shouted very neatly as if they had been rehearsed.

At this time, a civil servant came out, stood at the head, and began to read a volume of articles. Guo Shao didn't understand most of the words, and he could still understand some words written on paper, so it was difficult to understand the meaning after reading them like this. Guo Shao looked down, there were some familiar people, Wang Pu, Wei Renpu, Li Chuyun, Wang Pu, Zuo You, etc., but at this moment they all seemed to be strangers.

Then the eunuch Yang Shiliang bowed to his superior, but Guo Shao didn't say anything or move. Yang Shiliang stepped forward, unfolded a roll of imperial decree with auspicious cloud patterns, and said loudly: "The edict says..."

Guo Shao understood the following content, because he had read the edict yesterday, and then he took the jade seal and stamped it with the words "Ordered by heaven, long life and eternal prosperity".

The content of the edict is relatively long. First, it expounds the legality of enthronement. Anyway, it is a variety of reasons, and it is not enough not to be enthroned. Then there was the amnesty of the whole world, except for those who committed capital crimes, most of them were exonerated; taxes were reduced within a year, and corvée was reduced. The purpose is for the new king to ascend the throne and benefit the world. In the end, he was promoted to a noble, which was discussed by Guo Shao and his ministers... The more important person, Fu Yanqing changed his title from "King of Wei" to "King of Wei" and added Grand Master. There was no real change, but he was already a king in name.

This imperial edict can radiate far from this hall; it is not through the sound, which may not be heard clearly outside the hall, but it will gradually radiate through the contacts of officials and state institutions, such as the mansion newspaper that can spread to various government offices. How far the decree can be effectively transmitted, how far the tentacles of imperial power can be extended.

But intuitively, Guo Shao believed that the sound near the throne had some kind of mysterious power, radiating out in the air. The emperor controlled the vast land and everything on the land through the power of this radiation.

Guo Shao didn't say a word for a long time, and the four characters of unknown origin "Jingtianweidi" appeared in his mind. Who must listen to the voices here? Nature is the subjects under the rule. The Liao Kingdom does not have to listen, and at some point can even force the person on the throne to listen to them! Farther away is too lazy to listen, because it has nothing to do with them... The power of radiation is still very limited.

Then the ministers began to write congratulatory letters one after another, and Guo Shao also responded with some words on the spot. Today's ceremony is still going on, and Guo Shao has already learned that when the pilgrimage here is over, he has to go to the Taimiao to offer sacrifices and tell the heavens and the Great Zhou ancestor that he has succeeded to the throne.

Guo Shao doesn't feel tired. A person who has just been paid attention to by billions of people will feel the excitement of experiencing novelty.

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