Han Dao world

"Wen Xian, you don't have to worry. Although I am old, I am not confused. I know what to say and what not to say."

Yang Biao sized Han Rong up and smiled. "Okay, I'll arrange someone..."

"You don't need to arrange it, I can just walk around."

Yang Biao thought about it and agreed.

Based on convenience, he arranged a small courtyard for Han Rong in Situ's mansion, sent someone to wait on him, and then wrote a memorial to inform the emperor of Han Rong's visit so that the emperor could make preparations.

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Wancheng Yinfang.

Mrs. Tang was sitting in the private room on the second floor, watching the scholars who were arguing fiercely in the court below through the window.

Xun Wenqian was sitting opposite, breastfeeding her child.

A few months ago, she gave birth to her second child, another son, who is as healthy and lively as Liu Tai.According to the previous emperor's idea, this child will be given to Hongnong King Liu Bian in the future, and he will be regarded as Mrs. Tang's child.

So during this period of time, she almost lived in Yinfang, allowing Mrs. Tang to get acquainted with the child.

"Did the Son of Heaven say when he would return?"

"I didn't say it, I guess it will take a while until the new policies of the four counties in the south of the Yangtze River are on the right track." Xun Wenqian said, "It's strange to say that this time the emperor is implementing the new policies in the south of the Yangtze River. Why didn't you invite my aunt to take care of the printing workshop?"

Madam Tang glanced at Xun Wenqian. "How difficult is it to manage the printing workshop, why should I go?"

"That's true. Auntie can be regarded as an important minister by the emperor's side. Naturally, she has to do some big things." Xun Wenqian said with a smile, and turned her head to glance at the debate scene downstairs. "This Nanyang Yinfang has surpassed the scale of Hedong and Chang'an Yinfang, and only the Yinfang of Jizhou and Yuzhou can compare. If one county is against one state, my aunt can be called a general."

Mrs. Tang gave Xun Wenqian a white look, got up and took from her arms the child who was full, yawning and wanted to sleep. "If you are in a hurry, go to the weaving workshop and stop gossiping here, it will make people upset."

Xun Wenqian covered her skirt and said, "I'm telling the truth. What's bothering you? Hey, who is that person? He looks familiar."

Mrs. Tang glanced back, and was also a little stunned. She walked to the window, looked carefully, and said with some uncertainty: "It seems to be Wuyang Han Gong, why is he here, and he is so energetic, it can't be... ..."

She turned her head to look at Xun Wenqian, and Xun Wenqian was also looking at her with unease in her eyes.

As a descendant of Ying Chuan's fourth chief, she naturally knew the importance of Han Rong.In terms of seniority, Han Rong is even more influential than her father Xun Yu, especially after Xun Yu gradually changed his mind and distanced himself from Yingchuan scholars.

Mrs. Tang thought for a while, and said to Xun Wenqian: "I'll go and find out, and then you send a message to the emperor to make him prepare. Han Gong has not traveled for a long time, and he suddenly came to Wancheng. There must be a reason."

Xun Wenqian nodded in agreement.

Mrs. Tang returned the child to Xun Wenqian, turned around and went downstairs, stood in the corner, and looked at Han Rong quietly.

Han Rong sat at the side, listening to people's debates with relish, and didn't pay attention to Mrs. Tang at all.He was dressed plainly, no different from ordinary scholars, except for his age, which attracted the attention of some people, he didn't cause much movement.

Most of the people present were young people, no one knew his identity, he was just an old man who came to see the excitement.

The question they were arguing about in the classroom was about a bridge, and there was a sketch drawn on the whiteboard beside it, which was an arch bridge.

The two argued over the pros and cons of the bridge.

Zhengfang said that this bridge connects the north and south of the Fiao River, which is convenient for travel and does not affect the passage of ships.

The opposing side said that although this bridge can connect the north and the south without affecting the passage of ships under the bridge, it was not well thought out at the time of the original design. The arch bridge came to make sense.

Han Rong knew about the Feishui, but he didn't know that there was a bridge over the Feishui.Thinking about the width of the Floating River, and looking at the single-arch bridge spanning both banks, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Can craftsmen in Wancheng build an arch bridge with such a large span?

Han Rong asked the audience in a low voice, and the audience took a look at Han Rong and smiled.

"Did the old man just arrive in Wancheng?"

Han Rong nodded. "Exactly."

"That's no wonder. This bridge was not built by the craftsmen of Wancheng. It was the result of Zhen Guiren and Shang Fang. It is said that some craftsmen from the Jiangwu Hall participated. In short, this bridge is my bridge. The representative of Dahan's most advanced bridge-building technology. If the old man is free, he must go and see it, as you can't see such a big bridge in other places."

"Master Zhen?"

"Well, the queens and nobles around the emperor are all good at their own specialties. Some are good at weaving and dyeing, and some are good at printing books. What this nobleman is good at is building bridges." The audience patted their thighs with envious expressions. "I heard people say that her ambition is to build a bridge on the big river, connect the east and west of the river, pick the reward from the emperor, and crack the soil to become a marquis."

Han Rong was even more surprised. "Women can also become marquises?"

The audience glanced at Han Rong and burst out laughing. "Don't the old man know that Ma Guiren next to the emperor is the Marquis? But she doesn't rely on building bridges, but on the battlefield. Tsk tsk, a woman can not only fight on the battlefield, but also decapitate and perform meritorious service. It really makes us wait for men. Shame."

Chapter 1232 Seeing is believing

After listening to the explanation, and looking back at the schematic diagram, Han Rong was so moved that he turned and left the table, wanting to go out of the city to see the bridge.

After going out, Han Rong was just about to get in the car when a crisp greeting came from behind.

"Mr. Han stays behind."

Han Rong was a little surprised, turned his head to look, and saw a woman walking quickly, about [-] years old, with a ruddy complexion, bright eyes, and confidence between her brows.It looks familiar, but I can't remember who it is.

"Madam is..."

Mrs. Tang quickly walked up to Han Rong, bowed her body and saluted. "My concubine is the widow of King Hongnong, a Tang family descendant of Yingchuan, who met Han Gong."

Only then did Han Rong react and was shocked.

The young emperor had been in office for a few months, and he was a man in the province. He had met Mrs. Tang, and he also had some impressions of this junior from the same county.Later Mrs. Tang was captured by Li Jue and rescued by the emperor. He was a servant at the time and took good care of Mrs. Tang.It's just that no matter what, he couldn't connect the woman who seemed to be shining in front of him with the person in his impression.

However, he had known for a long time that Mrs. Tang was in charge of the Yinfang.Now that I am in Yinfang, I can understand Mrs. Tang's appearance.

Han Rong bowed his hands in salute. "Old Chen Rong, I have seen my wife."

Mrs. Tang was startled, and quickly dodged to avoid it. "Han Gong's words are serious, and I can't be a concubine."

"You deserve it." Han Rong said solemnly: "I did not meet with Madam for the sake of King Hongnong, but for the sake of Madam's rescue of the village. If it were not for Madam, I don't know how many Ruying people would have died in the ravine."

Only then did Mrs. Tang understand, and she quickly said modestly: "It was all done in accordance with the emperor's edict, not the concubine's credit."

"Even so, Madam is also a hero." Han Rong pointed to the surroundings, and said with a smile: "There are several printing workshops here, which is enough to prove to the world that I, Ruying, are not only men, but also women."

Mrs. Tang was overjoyed, she said some polite words, and invited Han Rong to talk in the back hall, and said that Mr. Xun Gui was also waiting inside.

Seeing this, Han Rong didn't recommend it, so he re-entered the door and followed Mrs. Tang through the corridor to the back hall.

The two walked side by side, and Han Rong could not help but feel puzzled when he smelled the milky smell on Mrs. Tang's body.He knew that Mrs. Tang hadn't remarried, so she probably had no children. Where did the smell of milk come from?

He really wanted to ask, but it was inconvenient to ask, so he kept it in his heart.

When I came to the back hall and went up to the second floor, Xun Wenqian had already packed up and got up to greet her.

Han Rong returned the gift, and saw the child in the cradle beside him, and then suddenly realized, he couldn't help being ashamed of the suspicion in his heart.

"Is this the prince or the queen?"

"Fifth prince." Xun Wenqian said with a smile, "but he will soon be no longer the prince, but the son of Prince Hongnong."

Han Rong is an old minister, so he understood it as soon as he heard it.He took a closer look, couldn't help his nose sore, and wept.

"The first emperor and King Hongnong had spirits in the past, and they must be pleased to know this. The emperor worked hard to conquer the world and ruled the world in ten years. He can be called the hero. Under the heroism, he still has this kind of warmth for his deceased brother. This is the luck of the world. , Liu's luck."

Xun Wenqian and Mrs. Tang looked at each other, and both breathed a sigh of relief.

They all thought that Han Rong hadn't appeared for a long time, and suddenly came to Wancheng, presumably there was some remonstrance.Hearing this sentence, knowing that Han Rong had a high opinion of the Son of Heaven, they could finally feel relieved.

Mrs. Tang invited Han Rong to a seat, ordered someone to serve tea, and took two sets of beautifully framed books and placed them in front of Han Rong.One set is the hardcover edition of the well-known "Shuowen Jiezi", and the other is the newly published "Cai Yong Anthology".

Han Rong is still immersed in nostalgia for the past. When he read "Cai Yong's Collected Works", he couldn't help but think of the difficult years back then, and he was even more embarrassed.

"Back then, when I was talking about literature and prose with Cai Bojie, I often heard him talk about his great ambitions for history. I never thought about it..." Han Rong shook his head again and again. "Speaking of which, he is six years younger than me. It's really a trick of luck."

"It's not good fortune making people, it's people making good." Xun Wenqian said lightly.

After hearing this, Han Rong sighed again, but didn't answer Xun Wenqian's topic.

Cai Yong's death was a stain on Wang Yun, and he was quite dissatisfied in his heart.But in front of Xun Wenqian, he couldn't make such a statement.

The emperor wanted to write biographies for the party members, and collected stories about the party members everywhere, especially things that were not good for the party members.As a veteran party member, his statement on this matter has too much influence.

"Han Gong doesn't have to worry about it. Although Cai Bochi died, there are successors, and his last wish to write history will be realized soon."

"Yes, who is handling this?"

"Shanyang Wang Zhongxuan."

Han Rong stroked his beard and jaw. "That kid was highly appreciated by Cai Bojie back then, so it is appropriate for him to handle this matter now. However, in terms of learning, Cai Bojie's daughter is more suitable. It is a pity that the emperor dismissed her from the village because of some trivial matters."

Xun Wenqian and Mrs. Tang lowered their eyelids at the same time.

Others don't know about Cai Yan, but they know it all.

It's just that this matter can't reveal the slightest word, otherwise Cai Yan's reputation will be ruined.

Xun Wenqian said: "With Han Gong's words, Cai Lingshi should have no regrets."

Mrs. Tang said: "Not only Cai Lingshi, but women all over the world will cheer for Mr. Han's words."

Han Rong raised his hand and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Madam, you are serious. The Son of Heaven has been practicing the new style for a few years, and there are only a few women among the women. If you don't let the eyebrows, why should I, an old man, open my eyes. Just now in the hall, I heard People have mentioned several strange women, including the two of you."

While Xun Wenqian and Mrs. Tang were modest, they were also surprised by Han Rong's attitude.

Unexpectedly, an old man who is nearly eighty years old is so enlightened, without the pedantry and reserve that are common among Confucian scholars. For a while, he couldn't figure out why Han Rong suddenly came out of the mountain.

Han Rong saw their doubts, but did not explain.

After talking for a while, Han Rong said he wanted to visit Yinfang.

Mrs. Tang readily agreed and personally accompanied Han Rong to Yinfang.The Yinfang is full of ink fragrance, countless men and women are busy, some are young, some are old, most of them are women.Seeing Mrs. Tang coming in with Han Rong, they knew that they were not ordinary guests, so they all paid attention.

Soon someone recognized Han Rong, came to see the ceremony, and reported his name and family background.

Most of those who founded Yinfang with Mrs. Tang were already managers, and they were full of confidence in their gestures.Occasionally, when someone came to ask for instructions, they were also clean and quick, explaining clearly in a few words.

Han Rong saw it and was greatly moved.

These women in front of him are more capable than many officials he has seen, and they are not comparable to those celebrities who only know how to sit and talk.If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to believe that a woman has such abilities.

As early as when he was in his hometown in Yingchuan, he often heard people talking about Mrs. Tang and the Ruying women who worked in Yinfang, such as Yuan Quan and others.Compared with Mrs. Tang, Yuan Quan, who now presides over Yinfang in Huaiyang, has a greater reputation.But he didn't believe it all the time. He always felt that these women were just a coincidence, or they had the support of the emperor, or they borrowed the influence of their family background, so they might not really have such abilities.The Son of Heaven's advocacy of equality between men and women is just an innovation and has little practical effect.

Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that he wanted to be simple.

Except for some positions that require particularly high physical strength, most of the positions can be taken by women, and they are no worse than men.

Chapter 1233

Han Rong was nearly eighty years old, and he was the son of the fourth eldest son of Yingchuan. His seniority was very high. Mrs. Tang and others were juniors in front of him.In addition, Han Rong's personality is free and easy, not so rigid, and the atmosphere of the conversation is very harmonious.

Hearing these women personally describe their situation over the years, Han Rong felt deeply and felt a little regretful.

From these people, there are not many shadows left by the war.In front of him are cheerful, lively, confident and calm women who not only manage the house well, but are also very dedicated to their work and full of pride.

It is hard to imagine that they have suffered such ordeal.

He was even more gratified by the vigor and vigor of those young women who had not suffered any hardships and had just grown up.

Although their backgrounds are very ordinary, they have caught up with the good times. Not only have they received about two years of education, they can read and write, and they can support themselves with their own hands.Such a woman will become a mother in the future, and the children she will cultivate will be more confident and cheerful, and the next generation will go further and more steadily.

The reborn man is like the rising sun, with a bright future ahead.

In the past ten years, he missed a lot.

After visiting the bookstore and having a sumptuous working meal in the bookstore, Han Rong rushed out of the city.

From a distance, he saw the arch bridge.

It was more magnificent than he had imagined, and it seemed to be much higher than the city wall not far away.Even without getting close, he could feel the pressure brought by this huge body.

In front of the car and the bridge, Han Rong raised his neck and took a closer look.

The main body of the bridge is made of stones, the base is thick, and it is buried in the soil, so it is hard to see how deep it is.The gaps between the stones are tight and seamless.There are steps on the bridge deck, separated by three smooth ramps on the left, middle and right.A group of children were sitting on the ramp playing and sliding down from the top of the bridge, cheering excitedly.

Han Rong got out of the car and climbed up the steps to the top of the bridge.

Holding on to the railing and looking down at the water, he was a little dizzy.

"It's really high." Han Rong said with emotion: "I'm afraid there are six or seven feet?"

"Eight feet and one foot from the water surface." A crisp voice came from behind. "It is in line with the number ninety-nine returns to one."

Han Rong turned his head and saw a little girl with buns behind her back, standing behind him, looking up at him.Seeing him turn around, he smiled and said, "Old man is well. From your accent, you are from Wuyang, Yingchuan, right?"

Han Rong was very surprised. "How do you know I'm from Yingchuan Wuyang?"

"Recently, many people from Yingchuan have come to Wancheng, and I can recognize the accents of each county." The little girl pursed her lips and smiled. "Besides, I'm also from Yingchuan, from Yangdi. My name is Xin Xianying."

Han Rong couldn't help smiling. "It turned out to be a small township party. It was a pleasure to meet you. Since it is the Yang Di Xin family, I don't know who your father is, can I know his name?"

"My father's surname is Xin, Tabi, and his style name is Zuozhi. He is currently the governor of Youyan Dufu."