Daming talker

Chapter 677 Today is a good day for a big reunion (ask for a monthly ticket!)

As time went by, soldiers, horses, and food supplies continuously flowed from various towns to Liaodong for assembly and training.

Lin Jinglie wrote down the Japanese soldiers' tactics that he remembered from his previous life and sent them to Liaodong for all the generals to learn.

Most of the recruited generals went directly to Liaodong from their garrisons without wasting time in the capital.

Only Dayun Haodonglou, deputy general of Gansu Zhensongshan, rushed to the capital after receiving the transfer order.

Because he was an officer in the Jinglüe Biao Camp, he must act with Jinglüe Lin.

Lin Tailai looked at the dusty Dayun and asked, "Liaodong is at the easternmost part of the border, so most of the soldiers recruited this time are from Jizhen, Xuanfuzhen, Datongzhen, and the farthest is Yulinzhen.

But do you know why you were the only one transferred from Gansu, the farthest west? "

Da Yun answered honestly, "I really don't know."

Lin Tailai said amiably, "Donglou, when the army goes out to war, I can only sleep peacefully when you are guarding outside the tent, so I transferred you to be the middle officer."

Da Yun's heart was suddenly filled with excitement, and all the fatigue in his body was swept away. He bowed with boiling blood:
"I am willing to serve you like a dog and a horse! Even if I die, I cannot repay your trust and kindness!"

Lin Tailai said with relief: "You can rest for a few days first, and you may leave soon."

The reason why they had to let Dayun be the officer was that they had fought together for thousands of miles and won seven battles in a row, and the trust they had built up was unmatched by others.

Second, Dayun is brave and good at fighting. If there is danger on the battlefield, officers with Dayun will have an extra layer of safety.

At this time, the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th of the 20th year of Wanli was approaching, and Lin Tailai was thinking about celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival in the capital and then setting off for Liaodong.

That morning, when Lin Tai came to the Ministry of Personnel's Examination and Reward Department to inspect work, he was invited to the main hall by Wang Tianguan.

Perhaps Wang Tianguan remembered that he also had a part-time job as the leader of the literary world, so he said to the first deputy leader surnamed Lin:

"Last year's literary conference in the capital was not satisfactory. Now that it is a festive season and you are also in the capital, we can hold a literary conference again."

Last year's literary conference was indeed a failure, as it happened to coincide with the political low point of Lin's party.

As a result, many officials who were scheduled to attend were absent, and in the end only a few showed up. It was so shabby that the event had to be filled with students from the Imperial College.

When he heard that the literary conference was going to be re-organized, Lin Tailai replied with some hesitation: "Now that I am about to go to war, isn't it a bit inappropriate to tinker with the literary conference?"

Wang Tianguan advised: "You can't say that. Before the battle at Red Cliff, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms did not give up his elegance.

Besides, the calmer you are before a big battle, the more confidence you can give people."

Lin Tailai sighed. The real reason why he was reluctant to hold a literary conference during the Mid-Autumn Festival was that it was difficult to "create" Mid-Autumn Festival poetry.

Mid-Autumn Festival poetry is already highly formulaic, and there are few that are even slightly outstanding.

Also, because of my habit of publishing poems in groups, after so many years of exhausting all the resources, I can no longer find many excellent poems worthy of the status of a leader in the literary world.

Finally, Lin Tailai said helplessly: "Then I will just participate briefly, just show my face, and keep a low profile.

After all, we are facing a war now, and I cannot let others say that I am frivolous and unstable, and lack the dignity of a commander-in-chief. "

Wang Tianguan then informed him: "Everything is almost ready, the date will be set for the day after tomorrow.

There aren't many gardens in the capital, so this literary conference borrowed the Xuancheng Bo Mansion Garden as the venue, which is not far from your Lin Mansion."

Two days later, Lin Jinglie took a break from his busy life and went to a literary gathering.

He left an hour after showing up, and had no intention of speaking or publishing any poetry.

Lin Jinglue was sitting in the pavilion, chatting and laughing with Wang Tianguan, when he suddenly saw Han Shixian, a fellow villager from Suzhou, brother of Han Shineng, the instructor of the Imperial Academy, and the judge of the Imperial Medical Bureau, coming over.

Next to Han Yuanpan was a middle-aged man in his fifties.

So he asked Wang Tianguan, "Why are you arranging doctors again? This bad practice that came from Suzhou is no longer necessary, right?"

Wang Tianguan pointed to the person next to Han Yuanpan and introduced him, "This is Li Jianzhong, the son of the famous doctor Li Shizhen. I met him sixteen or seventeen years ago."

Oh, what? Hearing Li Shizhen's name, Lin Tailai raised his hand and said, "I've heard a lot about you. How is your father now?"

Li Jianzhong replied: "My father is still living in his hometown."

Lin Tailai sighed, "The last time I passed through Hubei, I didn't have the time to visit you, which I think is a pity."

Wang Shizhen interrupted and said, "There is something going on right now, and I need your help."

Lin Tailai said in surprise: "Although I am proficient in both literature and martial arts, I know a little about poetry, I am proficient in geography, I am familiar with history, and I am skilled in spears and horses, but I really don't know medicine. How can I help?"

Han Shixian, the judge of the Imperial Hospital, also chimed in, "Jiuyuan Jun has made great contributions to the medical field over the years and has vigorously promoted the advancement of medical skills. Today, the medical field has reached a time when Jiuyuan Jun needs to take action again."

Even though Lin Tailai, who had already cultivated his thick skin in the court, blushed a little when he heard these two sentences.

Could it be that such pleasant words that make people feel relaxed physically and mentally are what I want a great scholar to debate for me?
"Okay, since we're all acquaintances, I'll take this job." Lin Tailai said, "Tell me, who should I hit? What parts should I hit? To what extent?"

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Li Shizhen's son quickly said, "No, no, you misunderstood! My father has a book called Compendium of Materia Medica, which he devoted his entire life to. I wonder if you have heard of it?"

Lin Tailai nodded and told the truth: "It's well-known. Fifty-two volumes, 1.9 million words, more than 10,000 medical prescriptions, and more than 1,000 illustrations. Is it true or not?"

The crowd, who were originally full of enthusiasm, were silenced. Are you, Lin Tailai, a human or a ghost? Can you predict the future?
It was Li Shizhen's son who first came to his senses and said expectantly: "Since the beginning of the Wanli period, with the encouragement of Duke Yanzhou, I have reorganized and revised the Compendium of Materia Medica.

In recent years, we are looking for people with great love to help publish and distribute the Compendium of Materia Medica. "

When the others heard this, they couldn't help but gasp.

With so many words and so many irregular illustrations, printing and plate making is a costly and time-consuming project.

It will take at least a few years, and you can imagine all the expenses during this period. And this thing won't sell many copies after it's printed, so it shouldn't make money.

But Wang Tianguan said: "Jiuyuan, you are not short of money, and you have always had a close relationship with booksellers and bookstores.

So I recommend asking you. If you find it difficult to even handle the 9 yuan, then it will be even more difficult.”

Lin Tailai didn't think much about it and said calmly, "It's hard to arrange in Beijing, let's go to Suzhou to print it. I, Lin Tailai, will pay for all the expenses."

Although he did not quite understand the meaning of "consumption" and "paying the bill", he could guess the meaning. Li Shizhen's son was delighted and asked, "I dare to ask Jiu Yuangong to write a preface for the Compendium of Materia Medica to add color to the book!"

Everyone was happy for a moment, and the atmosphere was like a happy ending at a comedy.

Lin Tailai secretly sighed that as long as he had power and wealth in his hands, the opportunity to leave a name for himself in later generations would actually come to him.

Flowers bloom on their own and butterflies come on their own?
Lin Tailai really had no desire to express himself today. He continued to sit in the pavilion and chat when suddenly there was a commotion from the direction of the door.

If nothing unexpected happens, some important person must be coming.

Immediately someone reported that the Deputy Prime Minister Zhu Ge Lao had arrived!
So Lin Tailai said to Wang Tianguan: "He also has connections with the literary world?"

There are actually invisible thresholds for literary conferences. It’s not that you can come whenever you want and that you will have face if you come.

If you have no direct connection with the literary circle, have not been invited, and do not have enough force to convince the public, then you will be regarded as a lack of self-awareness if you rashly attend a literary conference.

Hearing Lin Tailai's question, Wang Tianguan, who was very familiar with literary history, answered without hesitation:

"Zhu Cifu's father is Zhu Gongjie, one of the ten talented scholars in Yuezhong, and a small figure in the literary world."

After hearing about the Ten Talents of Yue, Lin Tailai did not ask any further questions, as a way of giving Wang Tianguan some face.

Because Xu Wei, also known as Xu Wenchang, who was criticized by Wang Tianguan as an enemy of the literary world in his early years, was one of the Ten Talents of Yue.

But thinking of this, Lin Tailai suddenly recalled that in history, at the end of Ming Dynasty and the beginning of Qing Dynasty, there was a famous essayist named Zhang Dai.

He is the person who wrote the paragraph "When he was young, he was a dandy boy who loved luxury, fine houses, beautiful maids, catamites, fine clothes, delicious food, and fine horses."

His grandmother, Zhu, was the daughter of the current Second Prime Minister Zhu Geng.

The literary world has become a circle, going round and round like this.

The second assistant Zhu Geng, who was approachable and dressed in scholar's clothes, strolled to the pavilion and sat on the other side of Lin Tailai - according to etiquette, that was the lower position.

Lin Tailai couldn't help but recall the contents of a Ming Dynasty note, which said that when he went to visit the home of Zhu Geng, who was already the Minister of Rites, because the servants were too busy, Zhu Geng actually served the guests himself and didn't care at all.

Then Zhu Ci Fu said politely: "I came to participate in this event today because I have a request, and I want to take this opportunity to talk to the two leaders."

Lin Tailai smiled and said, "Your Excellency is the Deputy Prime Minister, is there anything else you need from us?"

Zhu Cifu replied, "I would like to ask the literary world to restore Xu Wenchang's reputation."

When the other people around heard this, they all looked at the old leader Wang Tianguan.

Xu Wenchang was excluded from the mainstream literary world for a long time, and all his works were written by the old leader Wang, who has spared no effort to denounce Xu Wenchang's works as garbage.

Of course, Xu Wenchang has also been criticizing the retro faction and making many personal attacks on Wang Shizhen.

When Lin Tailai, who was still a rookie, was fighting against the retro tyranny, he once held high the banner of Xu Wenchang and advocated that Xu Wenchang was the spiritual leader of the Renewal Literary Society.

However, after Lin Tailai began to dominate the literary world three years ago and reached a reconciliation with the old leader Wang, Xu Wenchang was rarely mentioned.

At this time, everyone was looking at the old leader Wang, but Zhu Ci Fu was only looking at Lin Tailai.

Lin Tailai asked Zhu Cifu, "I heard that when Xu Wenchang was imprisoned for murdering his wife, he was rescued by Zhang Yuanqiang and you two fellow townsmen.

Later, Xu Wenchang broke up with Zhang Yuanqiang and you again because of his wild and rude behavior. "

Zhu Geng smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Xu is already in his twilight years, his mental and physical condition are very poor, and he may die at any time. What is there to argue with him about?
In recent years, Jiu Yuanjun has taken charge of the literary world, and the atmosphere has changed day by day. It is no longer the only one in the retro school. Can you redeem the reputation of Mr. Xu?"

Zhu Ci Fu did not mention at all that Lin Tailai had once used the name Xu Wenchang, nor did he mention that Lin Tailai had called himself the third enemy of the literary world and was on par with Xu Wenchang, the second enemy of the literary world.

He would never use these connections to plead for Xu Wenchang. This is high emotional intelligence.

Because mentioning those past events now would only embarrass Lin Tailai. After all, in the past three years, Lin Tailai has stopped using Xu Wenchang's name, let alone being an enemy of the literary world.

Lin Tailai turned to Wang Tianguan and said, "Xu Wenchang should have a place in the literary world. What do you think, old leader?"

Wang, the official in charge of the Ministry of Personnel, said with an unusual open-mindedness: "Fame, wealth and fame are nothing but floating clouds! What is there to be unable to see through?"

Besides, the retro faction has already declined, so what’s the point in arguing about grudges? It will only make the great Tianguan seem narrow-minded.

Lin Tailai thought to himself that today seemed to be a good day for a happy ending, and he habitually said:

"Since this is a literary case, let's use poetry to conclude this case!"

Several servants appeared on both sides very smoothly, carrying tables, pens, ink, paper, inkstones and other items.

Lin Tailai wrote: "The great principle of literature is to be impartial. How can we force the present and the past to be the same? Just write down your feelings on paper, and don't let the Tang and Song dynasties linger in your mind."

Everyone who reads it will understand that this poem, while explaining the art of poetry, is also an enlightenment for Xu Wenchang, and it also has the meaning of completely ending the hegemony of the retro school.

However, even the standard-bearer of the retro-style faction, the Minister of Personnel Wang, did not seem to care.

The crowd was not in a hurry to applaud, because everyone knew that Jiu Yuan Zhen Xian's works in recent years were often wholesaled in "groups".

As expected, Lin Tailai did not stop writing and wrote another poem:
"If you are willing to seek poetry, you will find it. A little bit of spiritual connection is my teacher. The sunset and the fragrant grass are ordinary things, but they can be used to create wonderful words."

It is still an exposition of the art of poetry, but the realm of poetry he expounds seems out of reach for everyone.

The flying flowers and picked leaves are all poetry. How many people can reach this level?
Since it is a "group", there must be at least three songs. Sure enough, Lin Tailai continued to write:
"I must be a fool to seek poetry, but I cannot refuse poetry when it seeks me. Today I am sought after by poetry again, and I am walking alone with my eyes full of mountains and streams."

If the realm described in the second poem is already like a chasm that separates us from the universe, the realm described in the third poem is even more mysterious and elusive.

After reading the three poems, literature lovers fell into deep thought.

He is worthy of being a master of poetry. He casually wrote three quatrains and thus marked out three realms of poetry.

Anyone who can reach the state of "only writing down one's emotions and feelings on paper" as described in the first poem can be called a contemporary poet.

Anyone who can reach the state described in the second poem, "If you are willing to seek poetry, there will be poetry," can leave his name in the history of literature purely through literature.

As for the state of "poetry comes to find me" described in the third poem, Li Bai in ancient times might be one of them, and probably only Lin Jiuyuan in modern times?

Lin Tailai threw down his pen, looked at his right hand and sighed, "Why can't I control this hand? I didn't intend to write poetry today!"

(End of this chapter)