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Chapter 548
"Mister is awake." An eleven or twelve-year-old boy stood respectfully beside the bed.

Yang Hu rubbed his forehead, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the young man quickly supported him.

During the months when he was sent to Guzang, Huangfumi tried his best to treat Yanghu, and only then did he save Yanghu's life.

He was recuperated by energy again, and now he can barely get out of bed.

But Yang Hu was upset.

His staying away from the court is not because he is really indifferent to his official career, but because he does not want to be involved in the Sima family's power struggle.

Fortunately, he has become a prisoner of Liangzhou and a laughing stock in the world.

The young man brought him green salt and clean water for washing. The temperature of the water was just right, neither hot nor cold.

At first, Yang Hu only thought of this young man as an ordinary boy, but later saw that he was polite, with an extraordinary appearance, and his expressions were gentle and elegant. He felt that this young man was not simple, but he did not ask.

Now he is not interested in this.

Since Yang Zheng didn't kill him, he wanted him to serve Liangzhou.

And the Yang family is all in the Central Plains, if it spreads to Luoyang, the reputation of the Yang family will definitely plummet.

In the eyes of the gentry in the Central Plains, Yang Zheng is no different from a tiger or a wolf. He leads beasts to eat people, is fierce and cunning, and is greedy.

The confrontation between Kanto and Kansai is not a day or two.

During the century-old war between Han and Qiang, Liangzhou was the source of disaster in the eyes of the gentry in the Central Plains.

Since the end of the Han Dynasty, Dong Zhuo, Guo Si, Li Jue, Ma Teng, Han Sui, Ma Chao and others have perverted, and the influence of the Central Plains on Kansai has always been bad.

Even if Cao Wei brought Yongliang into the territory, he would face the same situation as the Eastern Han Dynasty, with rebellions one after another, which annoyed the gentry in the Central Plains.

After washing, Yang Hu's spirit improved a lot.

The boy helped him go out again.

The weather in April, the spring is bright, the sky is as blue as washing, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant in the courtyard, Yang Hu is in a much happier mood, so he walks a few more steps.

Suddenly, I heard the melodious and cheerful sound of the piano coming from the North Point.

The literati of this era didn't know that they were studying the ways of Confucius and Mencius, playing piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, magic, and martial arts.

The gentleman's six arts are rites, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics.

Yang Hu was fascinated by what he heard.

The melodious sound of the piano came from outside the courtyard, as cheerful as a deer leaping among the grass and trees, and as clear as spring water flowing down from the mountains.

The sound of the piano is integrated with this Yangchun, which is heart-warming.

Yang Hu's upset disappeared immediately.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and one person said leisurely: "The sound of the piano is clear and pleasant, there must be wise men listening."

Yang Hu was startled, and the young man hurriedly supported him and approached.

"Taishan Yanghu, I am fascinated by the sound of the piano, please don't blame me."

"The sound of the piano is meant to be heard by people. If there is no one who knows the sound, the sound of the piano will be paid by mistake after all."

The two exchanged answers across the wall.

Yang Hu heard what the other party meant, Qin Yin was talking about him, if there is no one with knowledge and talent, what he has learned in his life and his life's ambitions will eventually be wrongly paid.

"It turns out that you deliberately used the sound of the zither to lure someone here. You really have good intentions." Yang Hu said displeased, and his tone was not as respectful as before.

It's just Yang Zheng's lobbyist.

But hearty laughter came from the other side, "Uncle Yang is really extraordinary, since you don't like it, don't listen."

After speaking, there was the sound of footsteps going away.

Yang Hu stared at the wall in a daze.

After a long time, the young man beside him said softly, "Sir, it's windy, please go back to the house and rest."

"Who was that just now?" Yang Hu looked at everyone now as a lobbyist sent by Yang Zheng, the player who played the piano was like this, and so was this young man.

"Mr. Hui, Ji Zhongsan lives in the North Garden."

"Ji Shuye?" Yang Hu's pupils dilated.

Ji Kang is not an ordinary person in the celebrity circle.

Together with Ruan Ji and others, he advocated a new style of metaphysics, advocating that "the more famous you teach, the more natural you are" and "the higher and lower you are, the better you are." expropriation.

"It's Mr. Ji."

"Ji Shuye's captivity by Marquis Yang is no different from Dong Zhuo's conquest of Duke Cai!" Yang Hu sneered.

The Cai Gong he talked about was Cai Yong, a famous scholar in the late Han Dynasty, and his grandfather.

But the young man suddenly stopped and looked at Yang Hu, "Mr. is honored by the king's life, and it is not the way of a gentleman to talk about people's right and wrong behind their backs."

Yang Hu was surprised, and felt that this young man was unusual, "Oh? I am not a gentleman, but Yang Junhou is a gentleman?"

"Of course a gentleman is not a gentleman." A look of admiration rose in the young man's eyes, "The gentleman is a hero in the world."

Yang Hu remained silent, there was no way to refute this sentence, and he suddenly realized that it was probably this young man who arranged for Ji Kang to play the piano to relieve his depression.

"Take me out for a walk."

"This way, sir." The boy was still respectful.

Once out of the small courtyard, two guards followed behind.

There is a smell of fishy smell from afar, big shoulders, round waist, bearded face, calm eyes with a hint of fierceness.

At first glance, he looked like a veteran of hundreds of battles.

Except for these two people, Yang Hu squinted and saw that there were more than a dozen people wearing regular clothes who were not far or near.

However, Yang Hu noticed that these people didn't seem to be all protecting him, their eyes were fixed on the young man vaguely.

In this way, the identity of this young man is ready to be revealed.

Yang Hu's face remained calm, but his heart was already overwhelmed.

Today's Guzang is no longer the withered Guzang a few years ago.

The city is full of pearls, households are full of Luoqi, pedestrians are like weavers, and people are like running water and carts like dragons.

Smoked willows and painted bridges, wind curtains and emerald curtains, there are tens of thousands of homes.

Hu merchants in the Western Regions, Qiang merchants in the plateau, Xianbei in Mobei, monks from Tianzhu, etc., all kinds of people walked in parallel in the city.

Bargain with each other in Chinese.

Shengdou Xiaomin leads a car to sell pulp, and sells along the street.

Noisy, but also lively.

Even Luoyang will not have such a grand scene.

Luoyang will only have a clear distinction, the gentry and the common people are like two worlds, and they do not communicate with each other in old age and death.

Of course, these are not important. The important thing is that the confidence and vitality on Shengdou Xiaomin's face cannot be faked no matter what.

The prosperity of a country can easily be seen from the faces of the people.

What was Liangzhou like decades ago?
It was almost abandoned. After the Machao rebellion, there was the Quyan rebellion, the Qianghu rebellion, and the Zhiwudai rebellion ten years ago. The entire Liangzhou was almost in ruins.

In just ten years, Liangzhou was reborn from the ruins.

How can this not shock Yang Hu?
Occasionally, cavalrymen with tall white feathers on their pockets walked slowly from south to north holding banners, and the people avoided them by themselves.

The two young scholars retreated in front of Yang Hu, but when they turned their faces, Yang Hu was stunned.

One is a Hu man with deep eyebrows and high nose, and the other is a Qiang man with light red skin...

The two bowed their hands to Yang Hu politely, their demeanor and movements were no different from those of Han people.

"What do you think of me in Liangzhou, sir?" There was a hint of pride on the young man's face.

"The barbaric and smelly land can be so cunning, Yang Junhou has made great contributions to China!" Yang Hu sighed softly. When he thought of the Central Plains, Sima Zhao had collected officials and nine people for the Western Expedition, and Yang Hu couldn't help pinching for the people of the Central Plains. I broke into a sweat.

With this big defeat, Sima Zhao's control over the gentry is getting weaker and weaker, and the exploitation will only become worse in the future.

"The Master said: There is no discrimination in education. Children from Liangzhou, as long as their hearts are in China, they can enter the youth camp to study."

"What is Qingying?" Yang Hu asked puzzled.

"The school founded by the lords and marquises takes in displaced children and the children of soldiers who died in battle. They carefully train them, take the exams to become officials, and serve in the army and politics, each according to his own strengths."

"Dong Guan Han Ji Wu Liang Biography": Xiao He raised Han Xin, set up an altar to worship, and did not retake the exam.

The word "examination" has existed since ancient times.

"So that's how it is." Yang Hu suddenly understood why the Kanto gentry hated Liangzhou so much.

This is completely contrary to the Jiupin Zhongzheng system, and is eroding the power of the nobles to be officials.

"Dare to ask your lord's name?" Yang Hu cupped his hands and said.

The young man evaded again and again, not daring to be, not daring to be, "Student Yang Sanlang."

Yang Sanlang, is Yang Zheng's third son?
Yang Hu looked at the handsome and handsome young man. If the Yang family had such a son, it seemed that fate favored him.

Compared with the noble children who eat Wushi San in Luoyang, the difference is nothing short of cloud and mud.

(End of this chapter)