Late Tang Dynasty Floating Life

Chapter 1648 New and old
After becoming an official, Chen Cheng did not leave Chang'an.

The Zhengdan Grand Court Meeting is just around the corner, and on this day, all officials of the ninth rank and above in Beijing, honored officials, and envoys from foreign vassals must participate.

He will leave after the first month.

When he has nothing to do, he is also writing a book, which is encouraged by the sage.

When the monarch and ministers parted, it was not so ugly.

The sage bestowed a lot of property, and sealed off several of his sons, although he did not advocate that his sons become officials.

The book is mainly about the eventful years of the past 40 years.

When people get old, they like to remember.

The scene of the first encounter with the saint doesn't feel blurred by the passage of time.

"Since you are a shogunate officer, why are you still staying here?"

"Cao Dashuai, the benefactor of the lower official, has passed away, and his family is far away in Yancheng, Chuzhou. He is shy and has no face to return home."

……

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Cheng's mouth.

The saint back then was high-spirited and ambitious, and he focused on annexing allies and expanding his strength.

He succeeded.

Because of the meritorious service of conquering Li Guochang and his son, he obtained the first piece of land, and then conquered east and west, and gradually grew stronger.

Why can the saint succeed?Probably because of the enthusiasm in my heart.

This enthusiasm, even after 40 years, has not faded.

40 years is a lifetime for many people.

In 40 years, the saint has changed a lot.

From a moral model who loves soldiers like sons and protects the people, he has become a decisive, kind-hearted and black-faced founder of the country.

Most of the original ideals have been eroded by time and left on the road at a certain stage of life.

Only that kind of enthusiasm, the saint has never been willing to discard it, has been tightly guarding it in his arms, and regards it as a treasure.

Why bother?Chen Cheng sighed.

Perhaps this is where he is not as good as a saint.People probably need faith, otherwise they will fall into the abyss completely without any bottom line.

"Enthusiasm." Chen Cheng held a brush in his hand and wrote two large characters.

Those who achieve great things must have peerless talents, but they also need tenacity.

"After all, I am vulgar..." Chen Cheng put down his pen, looked at the faint golden sunlight outside the window, and remained silent for a long time.

He suddenly thought of Song Le.

If he is still there, what will his attitude be?
When the sage hit Huangchao in Guanzhong, Song Le received immigrants in Suizhou, opened rivers and built canals, turning both sides of the Wuding River into golden wheat fields.It also connects Yin and Lin states to ensure the stability of the rear.

The sage puts the horse in charge, and Song Le often takes care of him and asks him repeatedly.

The sage promoted both agriculture and animal husbandry, and Song Yue vigorously promoted it, patrolling everywhere.

The sage started martial arts and miscellaneous studies, and Song Le gave his full support.

……

What was Song Le thinking at that time?
Chen Cheng felt a little regretful.Although he and Song Le didn't have too many emotional conflicts, they weren't particularly close, one was good at planning the overall situation, the other was quick-witted, the two were not on the same path.

It's a pity, it's a pity that the friendship is not deep, and the words are not deep.

However, Chen Cheng faintly felt that Song Le's deep desire and his own philosophy should be consistent with his.What they pursue is to assist the sage monarch, clear up the troubled times, and restore the long-term peace and stability of the world.

You want to be Xiao He, I want to be Zhang Liang, what's the difference?
As for the others, Chen Cheng didn't pay attention to them yet.

Zhao Guangfeng was at most half the one who caught his eye, Xiao Yun and Lu Siye's generation only knew how to flatter.

He is good at handling affairs, but he has no ideas of his own, so he cannot provide useful advice to Your Majesty.This kind of person is nothing more than a "craftsman" who works according to the order, so it is not worth his second glance.

However, is this kind of person what the saint needs right now?

He doesn't need people with ideas and ideas, because he has already set the general direction. What he needs now are officials or even heirs who can carry out his will.

The emperor who has entered the twilight years of his life is so confident and so headstrong.It happened that he had accumulated a huge prestige in his prime, he was always right, no one dared to question it, if so, then ask him to leave.

Chen Cheng let out a sigh of relief. In fact, he didn't have any resentment towards the saint for making him an official.

On the contrary, he is very grateful for his current status, but he just instinctively wants to protect the Shao family.

Perhaps the saint is not wrong.

Since 40 years ago, he has always been right, right all the way, and defeated all opponents.

Perhaps, there is more than one path for a sage in ancient times.

In the Han Dynasty, there was also the Huang-Lao theory. After recuperating, the national power reached its peak, which finally gave Emperor Wu the capital to squander.

He was just a little worried.

Times have changed, and the atmosphere is not as good as in Han Dynasty.

At this time, instead of raising the status of the High Virtue Church, is it feasible to use etiquette to suppress the disturbed hearts?

No one has an answer.

The saint wants to use his life to suppress the world.

Even the heir, the martial artist who was chosen, the father and son relayed the two generations to suppress the world and ensure that his vision would not be interrupted by social turmoil.

Chen Cheng admired such lofty ambition.

It's not as easy as fighting the world, it's even harder.The boldness of the saint's gamble is also shocking.

He was just a little worried.

He wasn't worried about himself.

He worried that the golden wheat fields would become barren.

He fears that the bustling city will be turned into ruins.

He was worried that the old, weak, women and children would become food in the mouths of beast soldiers.

He was worried that the country he had painstakingly managed would be broken into pieces.

He was worried that the immortal achievements of the saints would be ruined.

"Looking at flowers in the fog..." He picked up the pen again and wrote four words.

No one can see the future.

******
Wang Yong's mansion was full of guests, laughing and laughing constantly.

There are seven prime ministers in the Guochao Zhengshitang, two of them are the ministers of the Zhongshu, two ministers of the door, one secretary and supervisor, and the remaining two are usually two ministers from the six departments.

Wang Yong used to be the supervisor of the Shaofu, which was half a grade lower than the six ministers. As a result, he was directly promoted to the servant of the sect, which can be described as a leap forward.More importantly, this is Jane in the heart of the emperor. His weight in the political affairs hall can no longer be viewed as a servant of the sect. Even Zhao Guangfeng and Xiao Yun must be polite.

Officials with agricultural background immediately swept away the bad luck and came to pay homage one after another, so that the road in front of the palace was blocked.

Brother Yeluhua also came, he was the last seat respectfully, timidly, and bowed to everyone he saw - in fact, he was the county magistrate of Taji County, and his rank was not low.

Yes, he is not from agriculture, he is descended from Khitan.

However, during his tenure as Chancellor of Lantian County, he cooperated happily with Sinong Temple and contributed a lot. Therefore, he was also regarded as an official of the Department of Agriculture and was invited by Wang Yong to attend the banquet tonight.

In this regard, he is both happy and worried.

The joy is that there is a prime minister who values ​​him, and he will lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade in the future.

What is worrying is that the Department of Agriculture has been branded on him. If he loses power in the future and is liquidated, he will not be able to run away.

However, does the little guy have a choice?Most don't.

If a big shot appreciates you, what will happen if you don't take the initiative to post it?
Brother Hua is not stupid and knows what to do.

"The sage promotes the old man—" Wang Yonggao sat on the top, held up the wine bottle, and said with emotion: "To be honest, I didn't expect it either. Under the new government, agriculture and learning are booming, and everyone has a bright future. Work hard, and you will be out For your achievements, this old man will take credit for you. Come, drink this cup to the brim."

"Drink this cup full." Everyone laughed happily and raised their glasses to drink freely.

What I want is Wang Xiang's words.

They work diligently, isn't it just to get promoted and make a fortune?Besides, officials with a background in agriculture are relatively hard-working. Many of them are in Sinong Temple or the Ministry of Internal Affairs. This job requires frequent trips to the countryside, so I can't stay in the yamen for long to drink tea.

How can there be no harvest after paying so much?Wang Xiang's words really boost morale!

Brother Yeluhua was quite encouraged.

He was originally the magistrate of Lantian County.To be honest, this position is the deputy of the county magistrate. It stands to reason that as long as you don't want to argue with the county magistrate, you will be relatively free overall.But when he was in Lantian County, he was arranged by the county magistrate to take care of the Sinong Temple. He did all kinds of hard work and tiring work, and his legs were almost broken from running, so he was not very well received by the county magistrate.

This is the difference between the second official and the chief official.

Now that he is the head of a county, he has the final say on everything in Lantian County, and it feels much more refreshing.

The county lieutenant in charge of the specific implementation is a martial artist with a straightforward temper and willing to run.He was very diligent in urging lessons, sending out soldiers, catching robbers, transferring them, and even distributing the seeds and livestock sent by Si Nong Temple, which made him feel a lot easier.

The county magistrate and the head secretary were also very polite and did not dare to confront him, and the days became more and more comfortable every day.

We need more chief officials and senior officials in the field of agriculture, otherwise the situation will not be opened, and we will always be suppressed.

Once suppressed, it will be infinitely more difficult to make achievements, and as time goes on, people will despise them, making it difficult to enter the elegant hall, and unable to become the mainstream.

Therefore, the step of Wang Xiang's entry into the political affairs hall is very crucial, so that everyone has a backbone and can roll up their sleeves and get on with it quickly.

Of course, the most important thing is the support of the saint.

Without his old man's order, how could Wang Xiang enter the political affairs hall?Do you really think that after writing this "On Bloodlines" and gaining some fame, you can dominate the world?impossible.

Not to mention, there are still many people who are scolding this book.

After drinking for three rounds, Wang Yong clapped his hands.

Everyone followed the reputation, but saw him stroking his beard, and said: "You are all outstanding people at the moment, so there is no need to say more about your skills. The reason why our agronomy line is favored by saints is that it is beneficial to the country and the world. Entering the political affairs hall, you also have to do your part."

"We have worked hard in agriculture, and all the credit is due to hard work. Under the scorching sun, we walked all over the fields. When the wind and rain were blowing, we walked through the pond. We finally got down straight to rest, and our bodies were covered with mud. This official is too dishonorable!"

"But there is no way. We eat this bowl of rice. What the saint values ​​is that we can endure hardship. From now on, we must not slack off. The saint's eyes cannot tolerate sand. If he disappoints the old man, our agricultural lineage will be ruined." gone."

"It's still the same sentence!" Wang Yong picked up the wine bottle again and said loudly: "Whoever does a good job and achieves results, I will personally ask for credit for him. Whichever prime minister in the Zhengshitang dares to say no, I will personally lead him to the field Take a look from the ground, even if you tear your face. Come, drink this cup to the brim, and after drinking, do things with your heart and work hard!"

Brother Yelu Hua raised his wine glass from afar and drank it down.

A faction in the officialdom of the country has been fully formed, and he is already a member of it.

(End of this chapter)