I have lived forever since the end of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 362 Half a year passed quickly

The dark green leaves turn yellow and fall with the wind.

Crystal clear snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

The ice on the road melted, and the land sprouted buds again.

The streets are lively and bustling, and Chang'an City has ushered in a new year.

In the fourth year of Jianyuan, it was mid-spring.

However, the reign name "Jianyuan" has not yet been officially determined at this time. According to the original historical line, it would have to wait until more than 20 years later, when Liu Che officially issued an edict to formulate the reign name and retroactively gave him a reign title in the early period of his rule. There is such a saying.

Therefore, in the eyes of people at the time, this was the 75th year of the Han Dynasty, the fourth year that Liu Che ascended the throne.

"Time flies so fast." Squeezing among the passers-by, Chen Luo sighed in a daze, and for some reason he remembered the article "Moonlight Night on the Spring River".

Who by the river sees the moon for the first time, and who first sees the moon on the river.

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiangyue is for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The streets of Chang'an fifty years ago were just as lively, and Chang'an will still be like this two thousand years from now.

Although the laughing or sad tourists around me have changed, just like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, the prosperous atmosphere has continued.

Thousands of houses are brightly lit, and everyone lives and works in peace and contentment.

This is probably people's pursuit, the motivation for living in a broad sense.

After all, closing yourself off in loneliness will only make your heart more indifferent and world-weary, and falling into endless busyness will make the whole person anxious.

Sometimes you can relax your mind, put aside all unreasonable thoughts, go to the vegetable market on a clear sunny afternoon, bargain with vendors, and feel a different kind of fireworks, which may give you new expectations for life.

This also has enlightening significance for myself.

If you look for a long time without drawing strength from life itself, and only focus on the cold and dark side of the world, you will eventually be swallowed by the abyss.

"Brother Boyu, Brother Boyu, why are you so dazed?" Sima Xiangru called to the side several times in succession, "Are you worried?"

"Ah, I'm sorry for your concern, Brother Changqing." Chen Luo smiled apologetically, "I just remembered some past events, so I was distracted for a while."

"That's it." Sima Xiangru scratched his head and did not ask further on this topic. "Wenjun said she wanted to go to the cloth shop nearby to see if there were any suitable materials. Then she would make clothes. When the time comes, I’ll give you Boyu a dress by the way, and when you’re done, let your servants take you to your house.”

Chen Luo nodded, without being too polite and said: "Okay, then I'll bother you guys."

Two months ago, Sima Xiangru was summoned to Chang'an to attend a banquet. He amazed all the guests with a poem and won Liu Che's favor.

The creative status of literati can be roughly divided into two categories.

One type of literati is timid and unfit for power and wealth.

For example, Du Fu's poem with Jia Zhi in the early days of the Ming Dynasty completely lost its normal level and was far inferior to Wang Wei and Cen Shen who wrote poems at the same time. However, the poems he wrote during the war, with every word of blood and tears, shouldered the responsibilities of the saint of poetry. name.

The same is true for Meng Haoran. It is said that when he saw the emperor, he hid under the bed in embarrassment and did not dare to come out to meet the emperor. His poems were also substandard. However, the masterpieces he left in the countryside were so elegant and refined that they became the pastoral poetry school. Take the lead.

For another kind of literati, power and wealth are like nutrients that nourish them.

After all, could the impoverished Li Bai really write "The five-flowered horse, the golden fur, and the son will be exchanged for fine wine"?

Sima Xiangru belongs to the latter category.

He was working as a bartender with Zhuo Wenjun in Chengdu County, selling wine. In fact, he had not composed anything for more than half a year. The last time he wrote, he was still writing the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix".

However, after receiving the emperor's edict and going to Beijing to meet the emperor, Sima Xiangru was so excited that his inspiration couldn't stop pouring out. He wrote such beautiful and splendid words that Chen Luo couldn't help but sigh with emotion after reading them.

If these pictures in the article were restored on the screen, I'm afraid every frame could be used as wallpaper.

Although parallel sentences have many limitations, those who are good at using them can create dazzling beauty.

Sima Xiangru's complexion also improved with the help of his large strokes.

In the past, he was busy working in the wine shop from dawn to dusk. Sometimes he would meet drunkards making trouble and talkative women making fun of him.

Now in the entire city of Chang'an, and even in the entire Guanzhong, everyone knows Sima Changqing's literary name.

It won't be long before the entire Han Dynasty will be like this too.

Of course, his father-in-law had long since chosen to surrender.

When a wealthy man from Linqiong met the county governor at a banquet, he could only greet him with a low eyebrow.

Now the officials of the county guard level also need to greet Sima Xiangru politely when they see him, and they dare not put on airs in front of the emperor's new favorite.

Comparing the two, Zhuo Wangsun is not a fool and naturally knows how to choose.

However, Sima Xiangru never had a high profile in front of Chen Luo.

In his opinion, if Brother Boyu and His Majesty hadn't mentioned that, he might still have been living in a wine shop for who knows how many years.

Being a human being requires gratitude.

What's more, he and Brother Boyu were on the same boat and both prospered. This was a more realistic factor.

With the combination of friendship and interests, the relationship between the two is naturally strong.

After receiving the answer, Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun went to select fabrics.

Chen Luo, who was not interested in visiting the cloth shop, found a small teahouse to stay.

After entering the door, he found an empty desk and sat down. The attendant at the side came forward thoughtfully and asked him what kind of tea he wanted to drink. After serving the tea, he would also receive a plate of melons and fruits.

Narrowing his eyes, Chen Luo glanced around and observed the surrounding situation.

There are certain differences between teahouses and wine shops today.

Mainly lies in the anchored target customers.

Most of the people who go to wine shops are farmers or vendors who have finished their work and want to relax.

Tea has a refreshing effect, but these people often don't have time to sit in a teahouse and wait for the tea to cool down slowly before working, and then savor it carefully.

As for waiting until the work is over, who has nothing to do before drinking tea to wake up?

Therefore, most of the people who choose teahouses tend to be literati. A few friends are not used to the noisy atmosphere in wine shops, so they gather in teahouses to drink tea and discuss Taoism, which is quite elegant.

Chen Luo couldn't help but smile.

The early appearance of the teahouse can be regarded as a small change in the details due to his own appearance.

To know that tea became officially popular in history, we have to wait until after the Tang Dynasty.

Nowadays, tea has become popular in advance and various teahouses have been established, making history more interesting.

Not to mention the emergence of story-telling novels.

When the time comes, the two conspirators have an impromptu meeting, not in a fortified mansion, but in an inconspicuous market teahouse. Then they are inadvertently eavesdropped by the male protagonist passing by, and the other party then launches a hunt...    Chen Luo's brainstorming After half an hour of telling the story, Sima Xiangru and the others finished their selection and came to the teahouse.

"Boyu, we have selected three materials this time. The texture and color are of high quality. They can be cut into clothes in about ten days. The finished products must be good." Sima Xiangru smiled, obviously very satisfied.

"Even if I don't believe Brother Changqing, I should believe my sister-in-law's vision." After teasing, Chen Luo selected an unknown emerald green fruit from the melon and fruit plate on the table. He liked the taste the most and planned to eat it while walking.

This was a compliment to both of them.

Praising Zhuo Wenjun's vision is equivalent to praising Sima Xiangru.

After all, she spotted this husband with a good eye.

The three of them happily strolled around the market for more than an hour before saying goodbye to each other and going home.

Leisurely, Chen Luo walked back to the house in the east of the city.

Although this place is not as good as the former Yangxia Hou Mansion, it is somewhat quiet after being taken care of.

Especially the plum blossoms planted in the entrance courtyard bloom when the snow falls. Every time you return home from the morning, you can smell the faint fragrance, which makes people feel warm.

"Boyu is back?" Li Xu was sitting in the courtyard holding a file-like tool in his hand, carving something meticulously.

I haven't married yet, so there's nothing inconvenient about letting the other person live with me.

Moreover, Li Xu also played the role of half-housekeeper. His affairs in the house were arranged in an orderly manner on weekdays. When he was not busy, he could study some small institutions of the Mo family by himself without disturbing anyone.

Chen Luo responded with a smile: "It's rare to take half a day off, so naturally I took a break from my busy schedule and went to the market to go shopping with Chang Qing and his wife."

After becoming the Yilang, in addition to holidays, I need to go to handle government affairs every day. Although these tasks are not tiring, they are quite tedious. It is actually very energy-consuming to deal with them every day. If I want to be like before I did not hold an official position, In general, it was still impossible to wander around Chang'an City with Li Xu.

"Oh yes, Boyu, why haven't you found the one you like yet?" Li Xu asked casually.

Logically speaking, Chen Luo has indeed reached the age when he should marry a wife.

As far as I know, there are indeed many princes and dignitaries in Chang'an City who want to marry their daughters to him.

If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would have chosen a noble girl who pleased them to marry.

"Don't ask me yet, you're not too young, right? Why didn't you find one?" Chen Luo silently repaired the knife.

Li Xu shook his head and raised the file in his hand, "I'm not in a hurry, besides, isn't this craft work more attractive than women?

Boyu, you probably don’t know, is Taikang Hou, the most outstanding craftsman in our Mo family today. When he was young, he was addicted to craftsmanship like me, but his wife, the noble daughter of the Huaiyin Hou family, took a fancy to his talent. , take the initiative to propose marriage...

Tsk tsk tsk, Marquis Taikang is a role model for our generation, worthy of my imitation. "

When he said this, his face was full of reverence.

What's the point of chasing women?

Like Marquis Taikang, if you can create countless tools that benefit the people, and still be chased by noble ladies, that's called ability.

Chen Luo rolled his eyes silently.

The Taikang Hou you talked about started planning it when he was seven or eight years old. If you want to learn now, you will probably be regarded as a pervert by your elders.

It’s better to quit craft work and enjoy a happy life.

"Okay, I'm done, it's your turn, Boyu." Li Xu turned his head and said.

Hearing this, Chen Luo rubbed his chin helplessly.

This Li Xu is good at everything, but he is too straightforward when chatting.

If you want to get the answer to a certain question, you will try to bring the topic back to it.

Even if he sometimes went through the boss's trap, Li Xu would just ask again as long as he was not stunned.

Chen Luo said quietly: "I have two answers, one big and one small. Which one do you want to hear?"

Li Xu: "?"

With hesitation on his face, he slowly said: "This... I really want to hear it, um, why don't you listen to the older one first."

He and Chen Luo communicate a lot on weekdays, but they don't discuss emotional topics.

It is absolutely impossible to say that you are not curious at all about this aspect.

Now that I finally have the opportunity to get involved in this matter, I would be sorry for myself if I didn’t get to the bottom of it.

"Do you know where the north of Guanzhong is?" Chen Luo had a serious face, deep eyes, and a somewhat dignified tone.

Feeling that the atmosphere suddenly became more formal, Li Xu subconsciously put down his work and counted in detail: "Yunzhong County, Yanmen County, Liaodong and Daiguo."

After spending some time in the Mohist caravan, he still had some understanding of the basic territory of the Han Dynasty.

Therefore, when faced with Chen Luo's question, he would not hesitate to answer.

"What about further north?" Chen Luo continued to ask.

With a rough preparation, Li Xu answered faster, "Further north is the grassland, the territory of the Huns."

It is impossible for any Han Chinese who has lived in the north not to have heard of the name Xiongnu.

They galloped in the yellow sand of the sky, wearing animal skin coats, riding on horseback, holding long bows, eagerly longing for the fertile land of the Central Plains.

The powerful enemy of the big man!

"Yes, it is the grassland of the Huns." Chen Luo's eyes darkened. "These barbarian bearded dogs will invade the border from time to time, killing Han people and destroying countless happy families. Therefore, if the Huns are not destroyed, why do we have a family?"

If the Xiongnu are not destroyed, why should we take care of our family?

Li Xu took a breath.

He suddenly saw Chen Luo for the first time, and the other person's superb bow skills were used to shoot the criminals.

If it was not to deal with the brutal Huns and just wanted to be a civil servant, why would he need to practice such martial arts?

He was 80% convinced of this reason instantly.

"The Huns are not extinct, so why should we take care of our family?" Li Xu muttered again, "Boyu is so ambitious, but I am not as good as you."

Full of emotions, when Chen Luo was about to cross the courtyard gate and walk into the hall, he suddenly remembered: "By the way, Boyu, didn't you have a smaller reason that you didn't say?"

After a pause, Chen Luo turned around and said, "I said I have been emotionally hurt, do you believe it?"

Li Xu: "O.o?"

"This..." He was stunned and didn't react. "Is it true or false?"

"False." Chen Luo smiled, looked at the confused Li Xu, tilted his head and asked, "You believe it? You don't really believe it, do you? I just thought you were bored enough to ask this question today. Just wanted to tease you."

Although he is rarely a fun-loving person, he was in an inexplicably good mood today and met the bored Li Xu, so he chose to make a joke.

Before turning around, Chen Luo shrugged and left an explanation at the end.

"Both of these reasons are not true. If I can meet my sweetheart one day, it won't happen now."

Walking into the inner room, Chen Luo took off his outer robe, hung it on the shelf, and said to himself: "I will start busy with government affairs again tomorrow, so that's fine."

(End of this chapter)