Troubled Times Survival Raiders

"What's going on?" Shen Mu tapped his cane on the ground and asked seriously, "Why hasn't Sanlang come back yet?"

This is not the first time.

Ever since Shen Tai lost his position, he hung out every day and never studied at home.Shen Mu also felt sorry for his third son's loss before, so it's not good to reprimand him in front of his juniors, who knows that Shen Tai met some cronies outside, and gradually came back drunk, and the time was getting later and later.

"When Saburo comes back, call him over!" Shen Mu said to the servant, his chest heaved and heaved, and his anger still remained.

His sons and daughters are not worrying.My daughter is married far away, and it is rare to receive a letter a year.Although Da Lang has a reputation, it is not an option to work as a teacher outside all the time. He does not want his sons to repeat his mistakes, so he has to find a way.As for Erlang, he is doing pretty well now, but it is a pity that he has no children, and the ancestor is cut off.Not to mention Saburo... Hey, children are debts.

Shen Mu sighed in the room all night, and only after entering the watch did he hear a voice outside the door: "Father, the son is back."

"Why did you come back so late and have a drink?" Shen Mu showed sullen expression as soon as he smelled the heavy alcohol smell on his face.

Shen Tai still looked submissive in front of his father.He was wearing new well-tailored clothes, and his rare ruddy complexion looked rosy. "I met a few of the same age outside and wrote poems together. If it takes some time, please don't blame my father."

Shen Mu hadn't seen his youngest son so energetic for a long time, and his heart softened for a moment, and he no longer blamed him for coming back drunk late at night. "Hurry up and go back to the room to clean up and ask the kitchen to make a bowl of hangover soup, otherwise you will suffer tomorrow."

Shen Tai complied obediently, and when he turned around, he suddenly remembered something, turned back and said, "By the way, Father, Mr. Feng Yuandao has returned to Beijing to return to his command."

"How do you know?" Shen Mu was taken aback, the first question that popped up in his heart turned out to be this.Having a drink with fellow students, how did those who have not entered the official career find out the news about the court officials.

Shen Mu originally asked casually, but Shen Tai raised his eyebrows, pursed his mouth tightly, and his voice became much colder. "Father thinks that only the elder brother and Yu Lang can get such news, so I'm just incompetent?"

Shen Mu felt ashamed of his youngest son, so he didn't ask any more questions, but smoothed things over and said: "Master Feng has done us a favor, since he has returned to Beijing, if there is a chance, we should go and thank him."

"It should be like this." Shen Tai left this sentence firmly, and turned to leave.

"I have a tung horse that I carry by myself. The head is high and the belly is low. The back is like a tile and the horns are removed. I use my two feet as four hooves. I sway and slide like a duck. The slender bundles can also be used. What's the use of fanning?" The tassel and the moon question, exhausted from the east of the border to the west of the border."

Assistant Professor Sun slid his fingers across the smooth paper, shook his head, and recited the poems on the paper verbatim in rhythmic rhythm.

"What is this?" Shen Yu was a little curious.He listened, the head is high and the belly is low, the back is like a tile, and it can walk in the sky and the earth. Doesn't it mean that the rice boat... no, the horse's?Could it be that His Royal Highness Chu asked someone to do it?

Assistant Professor Sun moved his finger away and smiled slightly: "This is the "Yangma Song" written by His Royal Highness in the tone of a farmer's self-report for the newly-made farm tool Yangma."

Shen Yu's heart beat violently. The King of Chu did not break his promise, and he really dedicated the object to the prince.The prince also wrote this poem. Doesn't it mean that he also values ​​it?

But all literati inevitably have some feelings of learning literary and martial arts, goods and imperial family.Shen Yu has just passed the threshold of a scholar, and the things he made casually have already alarmed the prince. The excitement and anxiety in his heart are also reasonable.

Assistant Professor Sun smiled and stopped reading poems. "Now the streets and alleys have spread. You used to evade saying that the poems are too beautiful and difficult. I think you should also learn how to write this poem. You don't have to write those illusory things, just chant things and things, and you can describe them accurately. ..."

Assistant Professor Sun talked for a long time, only to realize that the eyes of the most diligent student on weekdays were floating, as if he was in a state of mind, he simply stopped and asked, "Bo Jin, what's wrong with you?"

This sound called back Shen Yu's attention, and he said apologetically, "Sir, I'm sorry, the student was distracted just now."

"But because you haven't had a good rest recently? You just finished the children's exam, so there's no need to add so much homework to yourself." Assistant Professor Sun didn't rush to continue lecturing poetry, but cared about Shen Yu's body.This also made Shen Yu feel even more guilty.

Shen Yu hesitated for a while, it was lunch break at this time, and most of the other teaching assistants in Minglun Hall went to eat or were on lunch break, and the surroundings did not pay attention.Shen Yu thought that she had nothing to hide in front of the teacher, so she explained truthfully: "The student is fine. The reason why I was fascinated just now is because... this rice plant was made by the student."

He spoke flatly, but Assistant Professor Sun was so excited that he didn't even care about his image as a literati, and trotted towards him in a blink of an eye. "You're right, really?"

"Really." Shen Yu said.Now that he had said it, he didn't hide anything anymore, so he went to the farm and found that it was difficult for farmers to transplant rice seedlings, so he came up with the idea of ​​making a farm tool and told them all.I only vaguely met with the king of Chu by chance, and then visited this section several times.

Scholars all value Qingyu, and Shen Yu doesn't know what the teacher's impression of the King of Chu is, and he is afraid that he will also have a prejudice against Yangma.

"The students haven't finished yet, and they are afraid that this matter will spread to the public, so they ordered people to send this object and how to use it to the farm of Prince Chu's mansion. I didn't expect that King Chu really dedicated it to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Shen Yu said lightly, It highlights the contribution of King Chu.

Assistant Professor Sun still couldn't believe it. His student was only 13 years old. At this age, other people's children might not be able to distinguish grains. Shen Yu already knew how to make farm tools? "How can you be so ingenious and come up with such a method?"

"It's not all due to the students." Shen Yu also thought that there would be such a question, so she wrinkled her nose and said with some embarrassment: "The students used to live in the village, and often communicated with the farmers to help them improve their farm tools. ...But since I entered Beijing, I have entered the Academy, and the opportunities have been reduced."

"Okay, okay, this is a good thing." Assistant Professor Sun praised several times.He also came from a farming family, knew that farming was difficult, and traveled south with the emperor all the way, and had seen the appearance of the people affected by the disaster, so he was not like other noble literati who sneered at the mention of farming.

He was also very touched. Shen Yu, a primary school student who can sacrifice his body to do these things, is really pure and kind. In contrast, adults like them who have lofty ambitions and pledge themselves to the country have done much less. .

Overjoyed, Assistant Teacher Sun did not forget to tell Shen Yu: "You did the right thing, it is not appropriate for you to come forward about this matter. Don't tell others either."

Shen Yu said maturely: "It's natural, but the students have nothing to hide from their husbands."

Assistant Professor Sun walked around the table, barely calming down. "You go back first, go back and read the book carefully, I... I still have some things to do, I need to go out for a while."

At the end of Assistant Professor Sun's speech, he was a little dazed. Shen Yu looked at him worriedly for a while, and then said: "Then, the students will leave first."

Assistant Professor Sun was full of excitement that he could not share with others, and managed to stay until the evening shift. During the period, he tried his best to answer students' questions and deal with the concerns of his colleagues. Finally, he left the Imperial College and hurried home to pack up. I bought two boxes of five-color dim sum, the bacon and ham from the year, and a pair of jade paperweights, and went to Zhou Mansion early the next morning to deliver the post.

Zhou Kuang was at home and received invitations from students and some gifts. He was wondering what happened, so he called him in. "Didn't you just come here two days ago, why did you come here in a hurry again?"

"Teacher, do you still remember the poem His Highness the Crown Prince gave me earlier?" Assistant Professor Sun couldn't wait to ask after sitting down after saluting.

"The Yangma Song written by the prince? I'm not that old yet, so I naturally remember it." Zhou Kuang glared at the student dissatisfied.

That day, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince brought him a poem he had written to ask for advice. Zhou Kuang originally thought that he was imitating Emperor Jianning, and was a little angry. He was about to refuse firmly, but he was attracted by the title of the poem on the paper. "Yangma Ge" seems to be related to Jiarong.Unlike ordinary palace poetry, what is this?

Zhou Kuang became curious, so he scanned all the lines at a glance.He was surprised to find that this poem described a kind of farm tool used for transplanting rice seedlings through the mouth of farmers.And the sentence at the end, "Mr. Jin Dang went to the golden boudoir, laughed at me for riding an ox plow all my life, and didn't know I had a wooden shovel." There is a hint of irony.

Wu Junyi waited patiently for him to finish reading before saying: "The peasants in Chu Wang Zhuang made a kind of farming tool called rice seedlings. The students wrote this poem based on their impressions. I hope you can give me some pointers."

"Have you shown it to Your Majesty?" Zhou Kuang asked.

His first thought, of course, was to let His Majesty issue an order to promote this item, but he quickly dismissed this idea.Their Majesty may not be interested in this.

"Father may not appreciate this kind of poetry very much." Wu Junyi also said implicitly.

Zhou Kuang nodded, knowing the purpose of the prince's handing over the poem to him. "The old minister will take it back and have a look."

"Mr. Lao." Wu Junyi thanked him politely.

"This is the creation of the student I mentioned to you before, Shen Yu, who just won the double case. The student just found out, so he rushed to tell you." Assistant Professor Sun's voice woke Zhou Kuang from his memories.

Zhou Kuang frowned, "Your student... the old man remembers that he is not yet old enough to dance the spoon."

"That's right!" Assistant Professor Sun excitedly said, "Students also find it unbelievable. His family used to be in the north, and he often interacted with farmers when he was a child. This is not the first time."

Zhou Kuang found another question. "When His Highness gave me this poem, he said that the Yangma was made by a farmer on the farm of King Chu."

"This world is full of prejudices. He is a primary school student, how dare he make such a publicity." Assistant Professor Sun shook his head and sighed.

Zhou Kuang was also silent, he was the one who knew the most about the prejudices of court officials.

Assistant Professor Sun pondered the teacher's expression, and slowly said: "The student had this intention before: Then Shen Bojin is a man who can be made. In two years, if he can be selected as a successful candidate, the teacher may wish..."

Before Assistant Teacher Sun finished speaking, Zhou Kuang said decisively: "You don't have to wait for the high school exam in another country! With his creation of this thing, I am willing to accept this student."

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