Prime Minister

Chapter 911 Hometown
After the abbot left, Zhang Yue sat cross-legged at the foot of the peak, looking at a poem by Lu Dongbin engraved on the rock below the peak.

The sail force cuts through the thousand-level waves, and the horseshoes step on the spring of Lingtou.

The floating name is as thick as wine, so drunk that the world can't wake up.

Seeing this, Zhang Yue couldn't help laughing, thinking of the story of Lu Dongbin borrowing someone's pillow, what happened to him these years seemed like a dream.

From being penniless to now being a Duanming Palace scholar, it is like a poor man who is proud of himself, and finally becomes immortal and exhausted. However, even if he knows it is false, he is still addicted to it and is reluctant to let go of the bitterness and joy in his dream.

What do you say that scholars do not ask for help, as long as they are scholars, they are human beings, and as long as they are human beings, they will be rich and honored.

Just like the Lu Sheng in the dream in Handan, who had great ups and downs, became an official and worshiped the prime minister, and said before his death that "life is enough", after waking up from the dream, the yellow rice is not yet ripe.

Zhang Yue couldn't help chanting when he thought of this.

Returning from the old age to enshrine the class, there is no dust to see the pen mountain.

Why wait more for Huangliang to be cooked, only to realize that the world is a dream.

At this time the abbot was rushing up the mountain with the county magistrate and several people. The county magistrate heard someone recite this poem, and looked at the abbot with a questioning look.

The abbot explained: "It is Duan Minggong!"

The county magistrate stopped when he heard the words, and sighed: "It's really a prime minister!"

The others wondered how old Zhang Yue was, and what was meant by "turning old and returning", but men at that time liked to call themselves old, and there were many people in their thirties who called themselves old men.

As soon as the county magistrate said this, he followed the county assistant, subordinate officials, and village sages to say yes.

When everyone came to the foot of the peak, they saw Zhang Yue sitting cross-legged on the stone, and the county magistrate immediately led them to pay respects.

Zhang Yue saw the abbot who had talked with him in the crowd just now, and he already showed great respect.

"The county magistrate doesn't need to work so hard. I just rested at the foot of the peak for one night to fulfill my old wish."

When the county magistrate heard Zhang Yue, he seemed to be displeased, and hurriedly said: "It is really my crime to disturb my husband's practice here."

Although Zhang Yue is not involved in politics, let alone a prime minister, there is no limit to flattering in officialdom.Even when the common people meet the county magistrate, there are many people who call him Mr. Xianggong.

Seeing the county magistrate's fearful expression, Zhang Yue also shook his head. When he was in his seat, he could do whatever he wanted, and he didn't need to care about other people's emotions, but it seemed that others should always be concerned about his own emotions.

In fact, the so-called Huangliang Yimeng is really not interesting.Only those who have just become officials are enthusiastic about it, and many high-ranking officials have devoted themselves to Buddhism and Taoism after retiring, looking for a spiritual home for themselves.

So there is no need to explain anything, this is not his job.

The county magistrate said: "The lower officials have spent more than ten years in official careers, but only selected candidates. They barely reached the seventh rank. Now, after hearing Duan Minggong's words, they suddenly realized that this kind of state of mind is far inferior to lower officials."

Facing the county magistrate's compliment, Zhang Yue smiled and said: "How can I really see through it? Yan Ziling was hiding in the rivers and lakes back then, but he was fishing by the riverside in sheep fur, just waiting for Emperor Guangwu to find him."

"My generation is just like Yan Ziling. We live in the rivers and lakes and have Wei Que in our hearts. If you really want to wear coir raincoats, why do you need sheep fur? Abbot, don't you think so?"

Zhang Yue's allusion is that Yan Ziling is a representative of hermits. He was found by Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty because he was fishing in sheep fur, so he was often said to be not a real hermit.

The abbot asked himself more when he saw the chapter, and suddenly thought of what he said before, and a few sweaty stars appeared on his head.

The abbot said: "I would like to report to Duke Duanming that Yan Ziling does not wear a coir raincoat but a sheep fur to fish. Even if he has the intentions but does not serve in office all his life, he is a true hermit."

"Actually, in the eyes of the poor monk, it's not a bad idea to wear coir raincoats in summer and sheep's fur in winter!"

Faced with the abbot's quick wit, Zhang Yue said with a smile: "It's good to say that in summer you wear coir raincoats, and in winter you wear sheep fur. Zhang has been taught."

Hearing Zhang Yuezhi's words, the abbot breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately asked the novice to wipe the sweat off his forehead when no one cared about him.

Everyone respectfully invited Zhang Yue out of the temple and down the mountain.

Zhang Yue walked up the steps step by step, looked back at the isolated Mengbi Mountain, and thought that since the heavens would not take it back, it would mean staying with him, and then this period of fate would be temporary.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yue silently wished in the bottom of his heart: "Since this thing is a gift from heaven, Zhang Yue dare not disobey the good intentions. In this life, he must choose good things and do them, so let them stand in good places!"

Zhang Yue got rid of his worries, and suddenly felt relieved.

In the monk's room in the temple, someone helped Zhang Yue change his clothes and wash his face.

Every move is taken care of.

Then serve snacks, there are more than a dozen types of crisps alone.

Zhang Yue felt too extravagant and said to the county magistrate: "In the past, there was a Taoist man who knew that he was about to pass away and called his children and grandchildren by his side. You must get up at five o'clock in the future."

"The descendants asked why? The other party said that they can only do their own affairs before the sun rises. The descendants said that we have a lot of money and don't worry about food and clothing. What do we do when we get up so early?"

"The Tao is humane. These are things outside the body. I'm leaving now. It's not that I can't take anything with me. You have to think about what you can take away after you die. That's your own business."

After hearing this, the county magistrate knew that Zhang Yue really didn't like this, so he immediately ordered people to remove these redundant arrangements.

In the end Zhang Yuefang left the Dengjue Temple, the abbot took the monks from the Hesi Temple to send Zhang Yue off and said, "I didn't know Duan Minggong's identity before, and I lost my way before, please forgive me."

Zhang Yue said with a smile: "No, the abbot is an expert outside the world. In the past Five Dynasties, King Zhao Wangrong saw Zen Master Zhaozhou, and Zen Master Zhaozhou refused to go out to meet him. The king blamed Zen Master Zhaozhou. The Zen master said, "The inferior people come to me." Go out of the mountain gate to meet each other, mid-level people come to my meditation room to meet, and high-level people come to meet in the meditation group. When the king comes, I will be the king because the high-level people see me, so I am here to meet you."

After Zhang Yue finished speaking, the abbot smiled awkwardly.

After leaving the gate of the temple, many people have been lifted.

Many old acquaintances and classmates from the county school came one after another after hearing the news, to meet Zhang Yue.

Zhang Yue saw each other one by one, said a few words, chatted for a few days, and then rode on the horse, and along the way, people shouted, guarding the road.

When returning the same way, I passed the village. When I passed the village school, I saw the school teacher and the Confucian children standing outside the gate.

Zhang Yue got off his horse and met the tutor. The other party knew that Zhang Yue was a Duanming Palace scholar, so he didn't know what to say.Zhang Yue gave [-] yuan as a private school fee.

Then Zhang Yue arrived in Pucheng County, looking at the familiar Nanpu River and the covered bridge across the river to the county town, this scene often appeared in dreams.

No matter where I go, the feeling of being born here and growing up here will never change.

Cai Jing issued ten coins, and the whole world scolded him, but his hometown did not issue them, for fear of being scolded by the villagers.

The county magistrate pointed to the official road under his feet and said to Zhang Yue: "I have told Duan Minggong that two years ago, the official road was full of potholes, and it was inconvenient for vehicles and horses. When I was appointed as an official, I rebuilt this official road."

Zhang Yue was very happy when he heard the words: "It is a great merit to help the people to do practical things, and the county magistrate really thinks of the people."

Officials are most afraid that no one will know about their political achievements. The county magistrate is overjoyed when he hears the words. With Zhang Yue's words, his political achievements can be added.

While they were talking, the post station at Xianxia Ridge received an imperial edict and sent a fast horse to send a message to Pucheng County.

(End of this chapter)