Chapter 555 Too Many Heads

The next day, Man Bao and the others got up to do some activities in the yard, and then took their books and read morning classes in the yard.

After Zhou Zhoulang bought breakfast and came back to eat, he went into the study to study, copy books, and guide homework.

Man Bao hadn't finished copying "Yili", so she copied three pages of "Yili" first, and then put it down when she felt a little tired, and took out "Hanshu" to read.

Bai Shanbao didn't have time to read "Han Shu" for the time being, he had to read the book for the prefectural examination first, and if he didn't understand some content, he asked Mr. Zhuang to explain it to him carefully from the beginning.

Not to mention Bai Erlang, now his courses are behind Man Bao and Bai Shanbao, and he needs a lot of time from his husband.

Man Bao took out a blank sheet of paper, and began to list heads on it while reading "Han Shu".

She decided to read the "Han Shu" through first, and during the reading process, write down the heads of the names and surnames of the people who were killed, and then read it carefully, enumerating the reasons for the killing, time, and basic questions of who killed, and the third time Then go to the questions that Mr. wants to ask.

At that time, I will definitely need to read other books, and Man Bao reckons that he will have to go to the bookstore more than once.

It is impossible to buy all these books. You can only buy one of the three books at most, and read the remaining two in the bookstore.

In this way, she will often go out.

Man Bao quietly glanced at the fence of the yard, his big eyes moved flexibly.

Mr. Zhuang, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, turned around slowly with the book in his hand, patted her on the head and said, "Be serious."

Man Bao bowed his head immediately, picked up a pen and wrote a name on the paper——Xiang Yu!

Although she didn't see it, since it was Han Gaodi Ji, Xiang Yu must be one of the heads.

For two days in a row, Man Bao and the others stayed in the yard to study honestly. When they were most bored, they didn’t want Zhou Lang to buy lunch, but ran out of the alley to eat by themselves, but they would come back in half an hour at most, and continued after the rest. Reading, very honest.

At this time, Mrs. Liu had also received the account book sent back by Daji Rang, so she copied a copy by herself.

Mrs. Liu put the transcribed copy in a box and hid it as before, then put the original in a box, called Liu Gui, the son of Nanny Liu, and handed it to him, saying: "You take my post, Send it to Mr. Wei in person in the capital, and come back only after getting his approval letter."

Liu Gui responded, took the things and stepped back.

Grandma Liu watched him go out, then turned around and poured tea for the old lady, "Old lady, can it work this time?"

Mrs. Liu shook her head and said: "Not enough, there are only some corrupt records on it. Because of the flood in Yizhou, the court has exempted officials once, and killed many young and old. The king of Yizhou was also taken back to two counties, so these Evidence is useless right now."

Mrs. Liu lowered her eyes and said, "What I want is the part of the account books from the first year of Dazhen to the second year of Dazhen. You know, when the new emperor ascended the throne, in order to curb the floods in the world, the Holy One used nearly half of the treasury money to build it. For water conservancy, for this reason, the palace spent three years frugally and released a large number of maids. If the emperor knew that most of the money went into the pocket of the king of Yizhou after a roundabout turn, it might be possible for him to punish him severely regardless of the queen mother."

"But old lady, the so-called account book is just a legend. We don't know what happened back then. Da Lang died halfway. Who knows where his account book is?"

Liu didn't speak, and looked through the window at the distant mountains with deep eyes. She knew that those things must be in the mountains, but they couldn't find them.

But she believes that God will not be so unreasonable, and one day, things will appear.

Mrs. Liu lowered her eyes and said, "Go get someone to come again. I'll write a letter to Shanbao and have it delivered to him. He's so old, and he's still messing around like a child. Fortunately, this time, there is a good luck." Follow, or will something happen?"

Grandma Liu responded, turned around and went down to call for someone.

It was raining continuously in spring, and it was not easy to travel at this time, so the one-day journey was shortened to a day and a half, because there was a city gate, and the messenger had to stay outside the city for one night.

This continuous spring rain is exactly what the farmers who are farming are looking forward to, but for those who are on the road and all kinds of non-farmers, the drizzle that lasts for several days is very unfriendly.

Man Bao didn't like the rain very much, because she found that the laundry was not dry no matter what, and people were reading in the house, and the drizzle was floating outside, so what should I do if I really want to sleep?

Obviously it rained in spring before, but she would only be happy with her family, and didn't feel that Chunyu was irritable, but now she was in a different mood.

Even Zhou Zhoulang looked forward to God, "It's fine if it rains at home, but it won't rain here."

After hearing this, Bai Shanbao said speechlessly: "You might as well make a wish that it will rain in the field, and it will not rain in other places."

"Huh?" Zhou Zhoulang said in surprise, "That's a good idea."

So I made a wish with God again.

Everyone: ...

Man Bao turned his head and ignored the fourth brother, handed the stack of papers she had written down to Bai Shanbao, and said, "Here, I wrote this down in the past few days, you can take a look."

Bai Shanbao flipped through the pages and said in amazement, "So many people died in a book of Han?"

"Yeah, I haven't finished reading it yet. This is just the head of Twelve Chronicles, Eight Tables, Ten Chronicles, and Ten Biography." Man Bao said, "There are sixty biographies left. I guess the dead will More, I think there are too many people to remember, so I want to see this first, and after I understand the first half, I will get to the second half.”

Bai Shanbao: "In addition to the "Hanshu", there is also the "Houhanshu"."

"Yes, being an official is really dangerous," Man Bao looked at Bai Shanbao, "Do you want to think about it again, or don't be an official anymore."

Bai Shanbao thought for a while, and said: "I may not be beheaded, right? Don't think too much about it."

Bai Erlang said from the side: "You guys are thinking too much, it's not certain whether you will be able to become one, and if you don't do bad things, even if you die, that's the way to die forever, don't be afraid."

Bai Shanbao was right when he thought about it, he immediately puffed out his chest and said, "I'm not afraid of death."

Man Bao compromised, "Okay, then I'll go back to the bookstore and look it up, and try to write down the lives of these people in detail, then you can take a look at why they died, and when you become an official in the future, it can be avoided. To be avoided."

Bai Shanbao thanked her, "Thank you, by the way, have you finished copying "Yi Li"?"

"It's still a little bit worse."

Bai Shanbao said in a very friendly way: "It happens that I want to practice calligraphy, do you want me to help you?"

"Your handwriting doesn't look like mine, if you find out..."

Bai Shanbao: "I'm practicing copying other people's handwriting recently, let me try it, if it works, I can use it, if it doesn't work, forget it."

Man Bao said: "I don't want it. I'm only a few pages away. I wrote it for more than an hour and it's finished. I still have to wait for you to copy it slowly and risk being discovered by my husband. Stupid."

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