Chapter 134
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 134
At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, the imperial examination had not yet been customized, and most of the officials were still relying on recommendation and recruitment, and the aristocratic families held a large number of important positions.
But don't think that the officials selected by this official selection system are the second-generation ancestors who are ignorant and incompetent. Compared with ordinary people, the descendants of these noble families are better in terms of knowledge and quality.
In this era of extremely backward information, transportation, and printing technology, educational resources are seriously unbalanced.Relying on connections, wealth, and knowledge, aristocratic families have built up a huge education system to educate the next generation of elites.And ordinary people's livelihood is still difficult, that is, they have no money or energy to learn knowledge.
Under this situation, the aristocratic family has become better from one generation to the next.
The non-local officials present are considered to be well-educated people. Even if they are no longer ignorant and have grown up in an atmosphere of knowledge since childhood, they are not comparable to Yamano Murao.
Poetry may not come out, but appreciation is definitely there.
As soon as Fang Jun's poem came out, those who were quick-witted immediately understood the essence of the poem, as well as the intention behind Fang Jun. Those who were a little slow in thinking would understand it after a little thought.
How to keep a person's name alive through the ages?
There are two most direct ways. One is to do a major event that will attract the attention of the world. It does not need to be unprecedented, and at least it will be shocking for a while; ...
Obviously, Fang Jun did the latter.
This era is not yet an era in which brilliant masterpieces of Tang poetry have emerged one after another. After the turmoil at the end of the Sui Dynasty, the society has just stabilized, and literature, like wealth, still needs to be slowly accumulated.
Therefore, Fang Jun's song "The Charcoal Seller" shocked everyone!
Although the text is simple and straightforward, there is no gorgeous vocabulary piled up to create a gorgeous effect, but the blandness contains a smart rhythm, and the words are meaningful and fleshy!
In the first four sentences, writing about the charcoal that sells charcoal is hard-won.
"Chopping wages and burning charcoal" summarizes the complex procedures and long labor process, while "the face is full of dust and fireworks, the temples are dark and the fingers are black", vividly depicting the portrait of the charcoal old man, describing the hardships of labor, Absolutely!
"Nanshanzhong" points out the workplace, where is "Nanshan"?It is the Zhongnan Mountain where "If you want to live somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water."In such an environment, wearing the stars and wearing the moon, Lingshuang snowing, "cutting wages" one by one, "burning charcoal" one kiln and one kiln, it is easy to burn "more than a thousand catties", and every catty is permeated with hard work. There is also hope.
This is foreshadowing.
"Where do you get the money from selling charcoal? You eat your clothes and your mouth." This question and answer not only turned the board into life, but also made the text ups and downs and swaying.
Still paving.
"It's a pitiful piece of clothing, and I'm worried about the charcoal and want to be cold." It's a stroke of genius, it's a well-known phrase...
"The shirt is in a single line", naturally hope that the weather will be warm.However, this old charcoal seller pinned all his hopes on solving the problem of food and clothing on "selling charcoal to get money", so he "worried about the cheap charcoal and wished the weather would be cold". .The difficult situation and complicated inner activities of the charcoal seller were so vividly expressed in only a dozen words, and the word "poor" was used to pour out infinite sympathy, which made people cry.
Keep laying the groundwork!
"One foot of snow outside the city at night", this heavy snow has finally arrived, and it is no longer "worrying about charcoal cheapness"! In order to keep warm, the dignitaries and wealthy businessmen "under the feet of the emperor" will not care about the negligible price of carbon.
When the old charcoal seller "drives a charcoal cart through the ice", what he thinks in his mind is not to complain about how difficult the road is, but to think that in such a cold weather, that "a cart of charcoal" can sell How much money, how much clothing and food in exchange.
The old charcoal seller managed to burn a truckload of charcoal and waited for a snowfall. Along the way, he hoped that he would get money from selling charcoal for food and clothing, but he met the steward of the Prince of Wei's mansion who "handed the document and called the imperial edict".In front of the steward of the Wei Wangfu, there is still the sound of "slamming the cow", and the old charcoal seller is going from "cutting salary", "burning charcoal", "wish the weather is cold", "driving a charcoal car", "rolling through ice", until " Everything planned and hoped for in the long process of "resting in the mud" has all come to nothing.
From "Nanshanzhong" to Chang'an City, the road is so far and so difficult to travel. When the old charcoal seller was "resting in the mud outside the city's south gate", he was already "starved for cattle"; Lead to the north" and sent the charcoal to the palace of Wei Wang. Of course, the cows were more sleepy and the people were more hungry.
When the charcoal seller walked back to Zhongnan Mountain hungry, what would he think, and how would he live in the future?
A carload of charcoal, more than a thousand catties... Half a piece of red silk and a zhang of silk, tied to the bull's head and filled with charcoal!
Under the layers of foreshadowing, it finally reaches the climax | tide!
A poem with plain words, vividly portrays the tragic image of a charcoal old man who is on the brink of desperation and all his hopes are lost.
The officials onlookers were full of surprise. There is no doubt that this poem will inevitably be spread to the Quartet by the officials present, and it will inevitably be passed down...
Who is this young man to be so against His Royal Highness King Wei?It is simply to set the reputation of His Royal Highness King Wei on the pillar of shame in history!
The officials all understood the intention of the poem, but it did not mean that several stewards of the Wei Palace also understood.These pickled slave servants, who are proficient in some simple arithmetic, at best can read a few large characters, but they are not aware of the serious consequences that this poem will bring.
"Er... Erlang, have you ordered it again? You obviously gave two pieces of silk, how can you say it's 'half a piece of red silk and a zhang', the number is not right, and there is no silk in this silk. Silk is worth a lot of money... Besides, such a wrecked carriage can only hold [-] to [-] catties of charcoal against the sky, and he can't pull a thousand catties..."
The steward of Prince Wei's Mansion was very resentful, and argued in a low voice, his words were very gentle.The person in front of him is not a good person. He dares to "just face" with his own prince. Don't get beaten up with your own small arms and calves. If you are a big New Year's Eve, you can't commit it...
The officials next to him were speechless. Are you such a fool?Isn't this a matter of silk, silk, or [-] jin or [-] jin?
This is the rhythm that must be properly slammed into the mud of your prince's reputation!
Fang Jun glanced at the steward with a half-smile but subconsciously took a step back, then waved to the servant behind him to take out a small piece of silver and give it to the old charcoal seller.
He said pleasantly, "It's cold and it's not easy to burn charcoal. Since the old man's car of charcoal is sold in the Wei Palace, it doesn't matter how much the two feet of silk are worth, the arm can't twist the thigh, isn't it? You're unlucky... I see you are pitiful, Don't wait here to enter the city, then buy your carriage, give it to the Wei Wangfu, let them drive the car into the city on their own, and the old man will go home..."
The old man who sold charcoal was feeling dejected and distressed. He worked so hard for a month to burn such a carload of bamboo charcoal. In exchange for these two rolls of silk, it was not worth a lot of money. What should I do today?
In a daze, I took the silver in my hand, and I was overjoyed immediately!
This time, I can finally ask the old lady at home to get medicine from her husband, buy a chicken to make up for her, and even ask a few bricklayers to repair the broken house that is leaking everywhere. The remaining money is still enough to buy more. an ox cart...
But he didn't know Fang Jun, for fear that the steward of the palace would not obey him, he looked at the steward tremblingly.
The steward glared at him and scolded, "Fang Erlang rewarded you, and then, why don't you get out?"
The old man was overjoyed, took the silver, and took the two rolls of silk between his hands, and walked away tremblingly.
(End of this chapter)
At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, the imperial examination had not yet been customized, and most of the officials were still relying on recommendation and recruitment, and the aristocratic families held a large number of important positions.
But don't think that the officials selected by this official selection system are the second-generation ancestors who are ignorant and incompetent. Compared with ordinary people, the descendants of these noble families are better in terms of knowledge and quality.
In this era of extremely backward information, transportation, and printing technology, educational resources are seriously unbalanced.Relying on connections, wealth, and knowledge, aristocratic families have built up a huge education system to educate the next generation of elites.And ordinary people's livelihood is still difficult, that is, they have no money or energy to learn knowledge.
Under this situation, the aristocratic family has become better from one generation to the next.
The non-local officials present are considered to be well-educated people. Even if they are no longer ignorant and have grown up in an atmosphere of knowledge since childhood, they are not comparable to Yamano Murao.
Poetry may not come out, but appreciation is definitely there.
As soon as Fang Jun's poem came out, those who were quick-witted immediately understood the essence of the poem, as well as the intention behind Fang Jun. Those who were a little slow in thinking would understand it after a little thought.
How to keep a person's name alive through the ages?
There are two most direct ways. One is to do a major event that will attract the attention of the world. It does not need to be unprecedented, and at least it will be shocking for a while; ...
Obviously, Fang Jun did the latter.
This era is not yet an era in which brilliant masterpieces of Tang poetry have emerged one after another. After the turmoil at the end of the Sui Dynasty, the society has just stabilized, and literature, like wealth, still needs to be slowly accumulated.
Therefore, Fang Jun's song "The Charcoal Seller" shocked everyone!
Although the text is simple and straightforward, there is no gorgeous vocabulary piled up to create a gorgeous effect, but the blandness contains a smart rhythm, and the words are meaningful and fleshy!
In the first four sentences, writing about the charcoal that sells charcoal is hard-won.
"Chopping wages and burning charcoal" summarizes the complex procedures and long labor process, while "the face is full of dust and fireworks, the temples are dark and the fingers are black", vividly depicting the portrait of the charcoal old man, describing the hardships of labor, Absolutely!
"Nanshanzhong" points out the workplace, where is "Nanshan"?It is the Zhongnan Mountain where "If you want to live somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water."In such an environment, wearing the stars and wearing the moon, Lingshuang snowing, "cutting wages" one by one, "burning charcoal" one kiln and one kiln, it is easy to burn "more than a thousand catties", and every catty is permeated with hard work. There is also hope.
This is foreshadowing.
"Where do you get the money from selling charcoal? You eat your clothes and your mouth." This question and answer not only turned the board into life, but also made the text ups and downs and swaying.
Still paving.
"It's a pitiful piece of clothing, and I'm worried about the charcoal and want to be cold." It's a stroke of genius, it's a well-known phrase...
"The shirt is in a single line", naturally hope that the weather will be warm.However, this old charcoal seller pinned all his hopes on solving the problem of food and clothing on "selling charcoal to get money", so he "worried about the cheap charcoal and wished the weather would be cold". .The difficult situation and complicated inner activities of the charcoal seller were so vividly expressed in only a dozen words, and the word "poor" was used to pour out infinite sympathy, which made people cry.
Keep laying the groundwork!
"One foot of snow outside the city at night", this heavy snow has finally arrived, and it is no longer "worrying about charcoal cheapness"! In order to keep warm, the dignitaries and wealthy businessmen "under the feet of the emperor" will not care about the negligible price of carbon.
When the old charcoal seller "drives a charcoal cart through the ice", what he thinks in his mind is not to complain about how difficult the road is, but to think that in such a cold weather, that "a cart of charcoal" can sell How much money, how much clothing and food in exchange.
The old charcoal seller managed to burn a truckload of charcoal and waited for a snowfall. Along the way, he hoped that he would get money from selling charcoal for food and clothing, but he met the steward of the Prince of Wei's mansion who "handed the document and called the imperial edict".In front of the steward of the Wei Wangfu, there is still the sound of "slamming the cow", and the old charcoal seller is going from "cutting salary", "burning charcoal", "wish the weather is cold", "driving a charcoal car", "rolling through ice", until " Everything planned and hoped for in the long process of "resting in the mud" has all come to nothing.
From "Nanshanzhong" to Chang'an City, the road is so far and so difficult to travel. When the old charcoal seller was "resting in the mud outside the city's south gate", he was already "starved for cattle"; Lead to the north" and sent the charcoal to the palace of Wei Wang. Of course, the cows were more sleepy and the people were more hungry.
When the charcoal seller walked back to Zhongnan Mountain hungry, what would he think, and how would he live in the future?
A carload of charcoal, more than a thousand catties... Half a piece of red silk and a zhang of silk, tied to the bull's head and filled with charcoal!
Under the layers of foreshadowing, it finally reaches the climax | tide!
A poem with plain words, vividly portrays the tragic image of a charcoal old man who is on the brink of desperation and all his hopes are lost.
The officials onlookers were full of surprise. There is no doubt that this poem will inevitably be spread to the Quartet by the officials present, and it will inevitably be passed down...
Who is this young man to be so against His Royal Highness King Wei?It is simply to set the reputation of His Royal Highness King Wei on the pillar of shame in history!
The officials all understood the intention of the poem, but it did not mean that several stewards of the Wei Palace also understood.These pickled slave servants, who are proficient in some simple arithmetic, at best can read a few large characters, but they are not aware of the serious consequences that this poem will bring.
"Er... Erlang, have you ordered it again? You obviously gave two pieces of silk, how can you say it's 'half a piece of red silk and a zhang', the number is not right, and there is no silk in this silk. Silk is worth a lot of money... Besides, such a wrecked carriage can only hold [-] to [-] catties of charcoal against the sky, and he can't pull a thousand catties..."
The steward of Prince Wei's Mansion was very resentful, and argued in a low voice, his words were very gentle.The person in front of him is not a good person. He dares to "just face" with his own prince. Don't get beaten up with your own small arms and calves. If you are a big New Year's Eve, you can't commit it...
The officials next to him were speechless. Are you such a fool?Isn't this a matter of silk, silk, or [-] jin or [-] jin?
This is the rhythm that must be properly slammed into the mud of your prince's reputation!
Fang Jun glanced at the steward with a half-smile but subconsciously took a step back, then waved to the servant behind him to take out a small piece of silver and give it to the old charcoal seller.
He said pleasantly, "It's cold and it's not easy to burn charcoal. Since the old man's car of charcoal is sold in the Wei Palace, it doesn't matter how much the two feet of silk are worth, the arm can't twist the thigh, isn't it? You're unlucky... I see you are pitiful, Don't wait here to enter the city, then buy your carriage, give it to the Wei Wangfu, let them drive the car into the city on their own, and the old man will go home..."
The old man who sold charcoal was feeling dejected and distressed. He worked so hard for a month to burn such a carload of bamboo charcoal. In exchange for these two rolls of silk, it was not worth a lot of money. What should I do today?
In a daze, I took the silver in my hand, and I was overjoyed immediately!
This time, I can finally ask the old lady at home to get medicine from her husband, buy a chicken to make up for her, and even ask a few bricklayers to repair the broken house that is leaking everywhere. The remaining money is still enough to buy more. an ox cart...
But he didn't know Fang Jun, for fear that the steward of the palace would not obey him, he looked at the steward tremblingly.
The steward glared at him and scolded, "Fang Erlang rewarded you, and then, why don't you get out?"
The old man was overjoyed, took the silver, and took the two rolls of silk between his hands, and walked away tremblingly.
(End of this chapter)
