Great Tang Broom Star: Chapter 954 This is Datang

  Chapter 954 This is Datang

   All the partners of the Jia family ran away.

   Run away and run away, but those people are really bad, and they even threaten others not to do business with Jia's family.

  No one is buying goods, the gates of teahouses and wineries are open, and the carts that used to flock in an endless stream are gone.

   People are panicking!

  Jia's atmosphere, working in Jia's workshop, the treatment can be called the best in Chang'an. Not to mention money and food, many people flock to two meals a day.

  But no one has thought of eating these two days.

  Sun Zhong is still guarding the gate of the tea house, still very old.

  The weather is hot, and the oven is no longer needed.

  He was sitting just outside the door, looking around calmly.

  Three thieves came to the teahouse that night, and they got in and were killed. The thieves who held the wind died outside the wall.

  Sun Zhong didn't say anything, some people said that the people around Lang Jun shot and killed the thief.

   "A lot of people are coming."

   Someone brought a message, and everyone rushed out.

   "Go back!"

  The steward shouted loudly, but it was useless.

   "The merchants are here."

   Rejoice!

  People swarmed over.

   "Are they going to get the goods again?"

   "Of course!"

  Dozens of businessmen gathered outside the gate of Jia's house, looking humble.

  The door opened.

  Jia Pingan walked out slowly.

  Everyone bowed, "I have seen Duke Jia."

   "What is it?"

   Jia Ping'an's expression was indifferent.

  A businessman raised his head, "I am willing... No, someone bewitched me so that I cut off the business with Jia's family in a daze, and now I have come to my senses and am willing to re-purchase in Jia's."

  Those workers couldn't help but be ecstatic.

But Jia Ping'an's expression remained the same, and he said lightly: "The so-called overturned water is hard to recover, and it is difficult to break the mirror. When those people besieged Jia, you waited to sit in a restaurant to help the tyrant, and you wanted to wait for me to bow your head. You waited a long time!" Face!"

Jia Pingan said contemptuously: "Businessmen are the easiest to expand, I know this. Whenever you have money, you want to go further. When making money is boring, you want to control the world. All turned into slaves like you... Greedy people, are you worthy?"

  He looked at the crowd and said coldly: "Come, Mrs. Jia welcomes you. Let's go, Mrs. Jia will not stay. There is only one thing, don't come back when you leave."

   "Mr. Jia!"

   Jia Ping'an turned around and went in, those businessmen were as if they were mourning!

  A worker wondered: "This...Your Majesty actually rejected them?"

   "Are you angry, sir? But earning money is important!"

  Everyone panicked.

   "A carriage is coming."

  There was a sharp-eyed person, and everyone looked at it one after another, only to see a row of carts approaching slowly, with no end in sight.

"This is…"

  A group of businessmen came.

   Smiling.

   "You are waiting..."

   "We are Jia's distributors."

  Agent, everyone was confused when the word came out.

   "Everyone has a contract." Jia Pingan asked Du He to check the contract, which was also a familiar process.

  These merchants happily entered the workshop, and then bags of tea and altars of wine were brought out. After checking that the goods are correct later, the Jia family's warehouse will be filled with carts of money.

  The carts were constantly being transferred, and the businessmen outside the gate of Jia's house watched blankly.

   "I said that Mr. Lang will definitely find a way."

   "These people get more goods than the original group."

   "Hurry up!"

  The workshop was in full swing, and it was late lunch time, and the workers gathered together to cook.

  The help cooks stood in front of the big basin full of energy, and the wooden basin in front of them was full of heat and aroma.

   "There is braised pork today! Big chunks of braised pork."

   Take a dish, the staple food is rice and cakes, unlimited, as long as you are full.

  Meat, vegetables, and finally a dried vegetable egg drop soup.

   Beautiful!

   "This food is nowhere in Chang'an."

  An elderly worker ate a piece of braised pork, and his mouth was full of oil, "Even the soldiers guarding the imperial city can't compare to our food."

   "Yes! My brother is guarding in the imperial city, and two meals a day is the same thing. How can we compare to us."

"This is the gentleman with a kind heart." The older worker sighed, "Who wouldn't work hard for the wages given by Mrs. Jia? But there are two meals a day here, free to eat and drink! Every meal has meat, There is soup, how can you be good to your husband if you don't work hard?"

   "Yes! Hurry up and eat it back."

  Sun Zhong just squatted beside him and ate. This is a habit developed in the army.

  The braised pork is fat but not greasy, it melts with a slight bite, and another bite of rice...

  He raised his head and squinted his eyes, feeling that this was life.

  After a hard day, the steward checked the time in the afternoon and shouted, "That's it for today, let's eat and go home."

   There is still a meal after work, everyone laughed.

  Sun Zhong entered the cafeteria carrying a clay pot.

  Someone has prepared meals and is eating them.

  Someone is queuing up with clay pots.

  When it was Sun Zhong's turn, he handed over the earthenware pot, helped the cook prepare the dishes, and then went over to cook.

  Because there was no separate container for staple food, he took a few pancakes.

  The cake can be covered on the dish to keep it warm, and then covered with a bamboo cover, you can carry it away.

   All the way to the house, Liang Er also came back.

   "Aunt."

  Sun Zhong nodded, "How was school today?"

  Sun Liang took the earthen pot in his hand, sniffed, "It's braised pork! Ah Weng, I'm still literate today, and my husband said a lot."

   "What's the point?"

  Sun Zhong went in slowly.

   "Aye!"

  Several sons and daughter-in-laws came out to greet them, and they all smiled when they saw the clay pot in Sun Liang's hand.

   "What's today?"

  A daughter-in-law came to pick up the clay pot, opened it, picked up the cake, and said happily, "It's braised pork! It's a good dish. Add some other vegetables and mix it in. It's delicious. Serve with rice."

  Sun Liang is talking about what he has learned today.

"Mr. said that reading is the first thing to do. New learning never forces students to set any big ambitions. Whether you are for your family or for yourself, as long as you can find the goal of studying hard. But the teacher also said that the goal is to benefit the world. , it’s not as good as Datang’s, how can Xiaojia’s be as good…”

"Mr. said a lot... that in the former Sui Dynasty, everyone only cared about their own family, the emperor was like this, and so were the officials, so the former Sui Dynasty was destroyed. Once the former Sui Dynasty was destroyed, the people were displaced, and their parents and relatives became ghosts under the sword, and the world was in chaos. People are not as good as dogs..."

  Sun Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly, and for a moment Sun Liang felt that the wrinkles on his grandfather's face deepened.

"right."

  Sun Zhong expressed his position on this remark in one word.

Sun Liang got his grandfather's approval and said happily: "Sir, the Tang Dynasty is booming now, but if you are not careful, you will repeat the same thing... It's just like the previous Sui Dynasty. So it's right to take care of yourself, but you have to take care of this Tang Dynasty and your family. Study hard and work hard, but you should also study hard and work hard for the sake of the Tang Dynasty. Only in this way can the Tang Dynasty prosper and the Xiaojia prosper."

  Sun Zhong nodded and walked over slowly. When his grandson gave him a stool, he sat by the wall. The setting sun slanted and slowly fell, just shining on his body.

  Sun Zhong squinted his eyes, his eyes were never calmer than before.

  Sun Liang's father came over, "Aye, what this gentleman said... other places...those gentlemen say that you should be a gentleman when you study..."

  Sun Zhong didn’t move. Just when Sun Liang’s father was about to go back, he suddenly said: “This old man has killed people all his life. There are generals, civil servants, scholars, bandits... but there are no gentlemen.”

   "Aye..."

  Sun Zhong opened his eyes and looked at him, "There has never been a gentleman in this world. If there is, he must be a fool."

  Sun Liang's father thought it was wrong, "Aye, many people are gentlemen!"

  Sun Zhong no longer looked at him, "That's because you are stupid."

  Sun Liang's father went back awkwardly and dragged Sun Liang over.

   "Your husband actually said that there is no gentleman in the world?"

  Sun Bright nodded, "Mr. said that it depends on what a gentleman is. Some people are more public-minded, and that is a gentleman. But it is definitely wrong to regard a gentleman as a person who has no time."

   "Why?"

  Sun Liang’s father has never read a book, but he respects scholars very much. “Those great Confucians look like gentlemen.”

Sun Liang said: "Mr. said that if ordinary people still need to eat and drink, they have selfishness, or they like food and drink, or they like money, or they like beauty, or they like to be flattered by others... No one can escape... No, Fools can get away."

  Sun Liang's father thought of the idiot in the workshop who was giggling all day long and didn't even know how to eat.

  The meal was ready later, and the whole family gathered for dinner, but Sun Liang was not among them.

   "Liang'er, what did you eat at school today?" A woman asked.

Sun Liang was also sitting at the dining table, reading a book by the oil lamp. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "I ate Hoto for lunch, which has dried shrimp and mushrooms, and sliced ​​mutton... for dinner, I have braised fish in brown sauce and stir-fried pig liver , and vegetables and soup."

  The woman praised: "The food here is probably better than your Majesty's."

  Sun Zhong ate in silence, listening to his children and grandchildren talking happily, the wrinkles on his face became lighter.

   After he finished eating, he put down his chopsticks, and everyone stopped talking.

Sun Zhong stood up according to the table, and said slowly: "Now the national fortune is prosperous, and our family is gradually prosperous. This is a prosperous age. If others treat us well, then we have to return. Your Majesty treats us well, then Be loyal. The school is good to the children, so you have to study hard... You give me a favor, and I return the favor, so this prosperous world can last forever."

  He walked out slowly.

  You can still see a white belly in the sky, and the night is gradually falling.

   "This is the prosperous age!"

  …

   On the second day, Sun Liang got up early.

His mother came out of the kitchen with a basin and saw him washing up, so she muttered, "Tell me... your school gives you three meals a day, but you are lucky, but you refuse to go to school for breakfast... It's been a long time It’s for chewing pens!”

"Ahh..." Sun Liang raised his head to rinse his mouth, lowered his head and spit out the mouthwash, and said, "Mother, the gentlemen said that the reason for providing students with three meals a day is because the sir knows that many people are from poor families, but the children are We need good food to strengthen the body... This is not to do good deeds, but to strengthen the students. Our family has a better life than many classmates, so I thought about eating less, which can be regarded as saving some money for school."

   "Beefheart is weird!"

  His mother entered the kitchen again.

  Sun Zhong came back from the outside, his face was a little rosy.

   "Aunt."

  Sun Liang stepped forward.

  Sun Zhong hummed, "It's good to eat less, your breakfast is not missing at home. Your mother is a woman with short knowledge, so don't listen to her about important matters."

  Sun Liang let out a cry, just in time to see his mother getting ready to come out, probably because he was embarrassed when he heard these words.

   After breakfast, Sun Liang put on his schoolbag and left.

  Many people gathered at Fangmen.

  Fangzheng saw Sun Liang and his eyes lit up, "Is Sun Liang going to school? Can the knowledge you have learned from studying be useful?"

  Sun Bright nodded, "It works."

  The child looked like a proud little rooster, and everyone couldn't help laughing.

  Fang is opening the door a little bit, so that everyone can go out quickly when they hear the drumbeat later... This is also an unspoken rule, as long as there is no Jinwu Guard who patrols here, it will be fine.

   Several large carts and dozens of big men came outside.

   "It's craftsmen, what are they doing here?"

  Fang Zheng asked, "What are you waiting for?"

  A man stepped forward, cupped his hands in the dark and said, "The Ministry of Industry ordered me to come to Anyi Square to build a school."

"What?"

  Fang Zheng was taken aback, "A small official said it last night, I thought it was a joke! Building a school? This is... isn't there an Imperial College? We can... also build a school here?"

  At this moment, the right to education is almost monopolized. The highest level is the Guozijian, and the lower states and counties have state schools and county schools. Reading costs a lot, so anyone who can read can basically have a good family background. Go to the prefectures and counties to have a look. The most people in the school are the children of the powerful and officials.

  After the right to study is monopolized, the class is solidified immediately.

  The man yawned, "You don't know? The people in Chang'an City ran to the imperial city that day, why?"

  A man inside the door wondered: "Didn't someone say that someone is persecuting His Majesty?"

  Many times, the herd mentality drives people to follow, and when things are over, they are still confused and don't know the purpose.

  The man couldn't help laughing.

   "That's what it is."

Fangzheng's eyes lit up, "Mr. Jia first proposed that the court subsidize money and food to build new schools in various places, so that the children of the common people can also study. His Majesty strongly agreed, and then he was impeached by those people. He said that he wanted to force His Majesty to do it. Duke Jia is dead."

   "Ah! It turned out to be this matter?"

  The man outside nodded, "You made a fuss that day, and this matter will be settled. Now come from Chang'an first, and each workshop will build a school, and your children will be able to study in the future."

  An old man hesitated, "How much does it cost?"

The man sniffed, "I just heard what those nobles said... If money is not required, the common people will not cherish this opportunity and regard studying as a dispensable thing, so they have to charge money , but there is money and grain subsidized by the DPRK and China, and the money paid is less.”

   "That's good, that's good!"

  Sun Liang was watching this scene from the sidelines, and someone asked him, "Sun Liang, we are all neighbors, is it really useful for you to talk about reading?"

  Everyone is looking at him.

  Sun Liang nodded vigorously, "Reading is really useful!"

  Everyone burst into laughter.

   "Then read!"

   "Do you need help building the school? Let's help!"

   "Yes! I also have wood at home, but if it is poor, just take it."

   "As long as it can make your children and grandchildren prosperous, you will not hesitate to lose your family property, not to mention that your majesty is kind and even subsidized money and food."

   Sun Liang looked at these people and felt an indescribable aura.

  Boom boom boom!

  Drums sounded, and the soldiers opened the door, shouting: "Get in and out!"

  Everyone rushed out.

  Dawn swayed from the east, covering the city of Chang'an.

   The roofs of thousands of households are stained with the brilliance of the morning sun, the courtyards, the land...the busy crowd.

  Sun Liang turned his head while running, watching the morning sun shine on the faces of those residents, everyone's faces were filled with smiles.

   is vitality!

  He turned and started trotting.

  At school, the students were still washing up, so Sun Liang quickly took out the textbooks and stood under a lantern to review.

  Students abound under the lanterns, some are reciting softly, and some are carefully trying to figure out the knowledge points.

  The gentlemen’s rooms are all together, and the room for sacrificial wine has been empty for a long time, with a gong hanging under the eaves.

   "The hour has come."

  A gentleman came out of the duty room with a hammer in his hand, and he beat it as soon as he raised it.

   Dang Dang Dang Dang!

  In the army, the use of gong to strike means to withdraw troops. The so-called Mingjin withdraws troops, and gold refers to gong. Because gong is a copper product, and copper was called gold in ancient times, so the term Mingjin came into being.

  The crisp voice spread everywhere, and those students rushed out from everywhere, some were shouting, some were laughing.

"Very lively!"

   There was a platform on the playground. Some people said it was like a general platform, but Jia Pingan kicked it.

  Han Wei and the others stood on the stage, watching the students gather on the playground.

  The queue stood up, and Han Wei shouted: "The drill begins."

  A group of students started doing exercises.

  If someone in the future comes to see this scene, they will definitely be surprised.

   Isn’t this radio gymnastics?

   This is the warm up.

   Then start running.

   Groups of students began to trot around the playground.

   "Those in the Imperial College are still sleeping."

  A gentleman pointed to the Imperial College with a look of regret.

   "What are you muttering over there... saying that we are unconventional, students, just read a good book, and practice all day long."

  Han Wei said calmly: "Confucianism also has riding and archery, but it is something that noble people can afford. Children from ordinary families have never even ridden a horse. What is riding and archery? Riding hog to shoot arrows?"

  Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Yan frowned and said: "Mr. said that Confucianism actually provides a solution. From life to work, Confucianism has solutions. But these knowledge need to be organized into a system...but Confucianists are obviously not willing to do this. In their eyes Confucianism is bestowed by the gods, the more illusory the better, the more it can coax people. So Confucianism is not as good as one generation because of this."

"solution?"

  This new statement made everyone a little puzzled.

"It's the way to solve the problem." Zhao Yan explained: "You will encounter many things in life or doing things, how to get along with others, how to judge whether something is good or bad, what things should be done, and what things should not be done... If Put the system in order, that's the way to solve the problem."

   This angle is so strange that everyone can't help thinking.

Puff puff!

Puff puff!

  The students ran at a steady pace, and the neat queue swayed gently, like a long dragon in the morning light.

  Han Wei looked up with firm eyes.

   "Look at these!"

Puff puff!

Puff puff!

  The sound of footsteps shook the ground, making one's heart beat along with it.

   "I'm not interested in knowing the solution to the problem. I only know that if you want to make the Tang Dynasty prosperous, Confucianism must not!"

   "Yes! Confucianism can't!"

  These gentlemen had all studied Confucianism before, and after comparing it with the new learning, they discovered that Confucianism was too empty.

   "When batches of students left the new school and went to various places, everyone..."

Han Wei turned around to look at his colleagues, and said excitedly: "How many years have you been shouting for Confucianism? How many years has Confucianism ruled this land. You can always see its shadow in the rise and fall of dynasties. But it won't happen in the future, Confucianism is just Confucianism, just a discipline."

   "Abandon those cowardice and so-called comprehensiveness, and use knowledge to strengthen Datang instead of so-called benevolence and morality..." Zhao Yan said softly: "This is Datang!"

   "This is Datang!"

  Everyone felt excited.

  Students are running hard...

  …

   Tired, exhausted.

   Ask for a monthly ticket to beat it, let me be more energetic!

  (end of this chapter)