Sui Dynasty: I, Yang Guang, am both scrupulous and stable

Chapter 111 New Year's New Weather

The bidding matter actually ended a few days ago, but because Yang Guang was busy with the affair case, he didn't take care of it and handed it over to Li Yuan. Fortunately, the matter was handed over to Li Yuan, otherwise it would really have to continue to be delayed. Go down.

The plan was completely finalized, and Yang Guang also handed over the auction matters to Nanxi.

Yang Guang brought all the successful bidders to Daxing City today. Normally, they are not allowed to enter the construction area of ​​Daxing City.

At this time, construction was going on all over Daxing City. The Imperial City was far away from Changlefang, but because other buildings had not yet been built, the Imperial City could be seen from the flat ground.

Busy civilian workers are constantly moving, constructing, and digging. Looking at the prosperous appearance, everyone feels more confident.

Li Yuan stood on the Changlefang block in place of Yang Guang and said to everyone: "Everyone, our plans have been finalized. We [Chang'an Construction Bureau] will be responsible for the construction. Your plans have been reviewed by the master craftsmen. Yes, it can be implemented. Of course, you can come and see the construction progress at any time."

Everyone didn't have any objections. After all, they might not be able to make the drawings they designed by themselves.

"Tang Guogong, I wonder when the construction of Changle Square will start?"

Li Yuan looked at Yang Guang, and Yang Guang said: "When the imperial city is settled and Changlefang starts construction, the Chang'an Construction Bureau will use the best craftsmen to build Changlefang, the same people who built the imperial city."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. They had to follow King Jin to have meat to eat.

Li Yuan was asked to take everyone to continue visiting the imperial city, while he himself returned to Chang'an City.

Today is the day when Yang Shuang sets out to fight.

Because there was a war on the northern front, Yang Shuang had to go on an expedition not long after he came back. However, King Wei's character was not willing to hold a grand expedition ceremony. He simply prepared things and set off.

Yang Yong naturally went to see him off, and Yang Guang was also present.

Yang Yong looked at Yang Guang and Yang Shuang with an unhappy expression. For some reason, the relationship between Yang Shuang and Yang Guang became better this time when Yang Shuang came back. At this time, the two were riding horses to inspect food and supplies.

"Uncle Wang, this is a moisture-proof agent I made. I had people test it. It can make the food and grass drier just now. Although the effect is limited, there is always some effect. This time you supervised the transportation of the military rations. I asked people to put a lot of them on the side."

This moisture-proof agent is, to put it bluntly, bagged quicklime.

Yang Shuang patted Yang Guang's shoulder with satisfaction: "The things you made are very good. This time I go to the front line and let the soldiers try it. I will write to you and give you feedback on the use at any time. You If you are too tired, think more about whether there is any other place where you can help the frontier army."

"I will do my best."

"By the way, Uncle Wang, take one of these and give it a try."

Yang Guang handed Yang Shuang a strange thing, which was a variant of the two-kick kick made by Sun Simiao before. It was placed on a small launcher, but it was no more than the thickness of an arm. It was surrounded by an iron pipe, and a hemp rope was left behind. of leads.

"What is this?"

"This thing is called a firecracker. When I got married, Master Sun Simiao used this thing to fire into the sky and explode. People thought it was thunder. I was thinking about whether I could fire it into the sky and hit the enemy's formation sideways. This I've tried making the thing and lighting the fuse is enough, but I don't know if it will be useful on the real battlefield, so you can take it with you and try it first."

Yang Shuang carefully studied this strange device up and down. He didn't understand its principle, but he put it away.

After checking the team and supplies this time, I didn’t stop too much. I got on my horse and did things very concisely without being sloppy.

"Everyone, Yang Shuang will go to the border first. I hope everyone in the court will take care of themselves."

"I respectfully send King Wei off to the expedition."

The main task is to supervise the teams delivering food and grass, and there are not many soldiers.

After sending people away, Yang Guang was about to leave, but Yang Yong stopped him: "I heard that you were involved with a prostitute from a brothel."

"Brother's choice of words is a bit ugly and not accurate enough."

It's obvious that he is here to deliberately disgust people.

"My mother doesn't like women like that, so you have to be careful."

"Don't worry, brother, we will never let her get pregnant with a child."

Yang Yong was immediately ashamed and angry, knowing that Yang Guang was criticizing him, but he couldn't say anything back, so he had to leave angrily.

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Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and it is already the end of the year.

This New Year, the emperor and the empress pay special attention to it. The prince naturally has to prepare every day in the East Palace. Xiao Menglan is often announced to the palace by Empress Dugu, and now she is a good helper of Empress Dugu.

Ruixue was written in the sky. Yang Guang helped Xiao Menglan get off the carriage at the entrance of the palace. Today they both entered the palace.

The cold wind blew by, and Xiao Menglan wrapped her clothes and hat tighter.

As soon as I entered the greenhouse, I heard Yang Jian's hearty laughter: "Okay, okay, okay."

"Father, what a great thing it is to make you so happy."

When Yang Jian saw Yang Guang, he smiled and said, "Amo, King Wei came to report that we met the Turkic troops and our army won a great victory. With this military report, it will be a good year."

"Uncle King Wei is victorious in every battle. He is truly the God of War of the Sui Dynasty."

Yang Jian smiled happily, put the newspaper back on the table, and then said: "Now that the New Year is coming to an end, Princess Jin has been helping the Queen prepare for the New Year, and she has been working hard recently."

"My sons and ministers have not worked hard, but my mother has worked hard."

Yang Jian nodded with satisfaction: "Amo, what do you think about the New Year?"

Yang Guang understood that since he had asked this question, his father had an idea to do something, so he had no suggestions.

"Father, I have to let Meng Lan take care of the affairs of my son's family. Now that I am working overtime in Daxing City, I don't have any ideas. I just want to build Daxing City as soon as possible." "You have done a good job in building Daxing City, but there are also Pay attention to the balance between work and rest. I want to do something different and lively for this year's Royal Palace New Year's Eve Banquet. I heard that the fireworks you tinkered with before had the sound of thunder. Please make some. Before the New Year's Eve starts, there will be two loud blasts. good."

"My son leads the order."

These are all small things. Yang Jian's smile narrowed a little and he said: "This Chinese New Year, I have also invited elders from prominent families from all over the world, and I have also invited talents recommended from various places to come to Beijing together this Chinese New Year. It is indispensable to talk about five or six people from all over the world." Among the ten talented men, I have discussed with Master Wang that the school alliance will be announced at this year’s New Year’s Eve dinner.”

Obviously Yang Jian is also worried about this matter. After all, no matter how good the plan is, who knows whether there will be problems in actual implementation?

"What does the father need from his son?"

"It is normal for the talents recommended by various places to be mixed, and they are all children of famous families. I want to build momentum for the school alliance. You go and write a few articles to prepare. You can also make short poems. If you can't write them, just buy two. When the time comes, I want you to suppress this group of people."

"Huh?" Yang Guang was puzzled.

"Just do as I say. The prince and King Qin have the same arrangement. What I expect most is you. Don't let me down."

After all, his son said it

The Jiangxi Rooster reported Xiaochi, and Shangyi Fang entered Cuiyunqiu.

Jiutianchang opens the palace, and all nations pay homage to Mianqi.

The person who wrote this poem also said that if the sky is affectionate, the sky will also grow old, and the right path in the world will be vicissitudes of life.

He ordered people to check, but there was no record of these words. If they were written by predecessors, these poems should be widely circulated.

What he most suspected was that it was written by Wang Shao, a well-known talent in Yang Guang's house. However, after being asked by his officials, Wang Shao denied it righteously. Considering Wang Shao's bad temper and self-righteous character, he should not lie.

Even if he really didn't write it, it's fine if he bought it, as long as he can come up with poems that match these lines at the New Year's Eve dinner.

Yang Guang bit the bullet and agreed.

Let’s just say that time travel must go before the Tang Dynasty, otherwise there will be no need to copy Tang poetry and Song lyrics.

When Yang Guang left, he thought about what Yang Jian said to him today and figured out what Yang Jian wanted.

"Your Highness, do you really want to buy poems?"

"I don't want to buy it. Those people outside still have my poems, okay?"

Xiao Menglan asked doubtfully: "Then why do you never see His Highness writing poems during normal times?"

Yang Guang took Xiao Menglan's hand and said: "There are many people who claim to be talented people, just like Duke Shu, who looks polite and elegant, but is full of bad ideas. You and I despise these people the most and don't want to be associated with them. Moreover, my Is that a poem that you can usually hear and see? Is it a good poem that you can usually hear and see?"

Xiao Menglan had a beautiful smile and a pair of beautiful eyes like a crescent lake. She said mischievously: "Your Highness, can you write a poem for me to listen to? If there is snow today, use the snow to write a poem."

"Since ancient times, the snow has brought a cool feeling, which makes people feel miserable. The poems they produce are very sad. On a beautiful day, don't let the scenery be ruined."

Xiao Menglan was reluctant: "This is not the only way to show that His Highness is different."

"Do you really want to listen?"

Xiao Menglan smiled like a spring breeze on her face and nodded heavily: "Yes."

Yang Guang thought for a moment, walked into the snow, stretched out his hand to touch the snow, and the snow fell into his palm and melted, and the young man's clear voice rang out.

"Thousands of mountains are green outside Xuexiaomen, and February is clear by the Huafa River."

"Young men drink wine to celebrate spring."

After reading this sentence, Yang Guang looked at Xiao Menglan with a smile and said slowly: "How can spring be better than youth."

The poems fell into his ears, and Xiao Menglan looked at Yang Guang through the falling snowflakes: "Your Highness will write less poetry in the future."

"I'm afraid that young ladies who pride themselves on literary talents will steal His Highness."

Xiao Menglan's little mouth curled up in an extremely cute way.

"You still have to write down the tasks assigned by your father."

"Then I won't write it this time, or you can show it to me alone."

Seeing Xiao Menglan's somewhat jealous look, Yang Guang felt even more affectionate.

The two walked side by side.

"Your Highness, my father didn't say what kind of poem he wanted you to write this time."

"Let's adapt accordingly. Generally speaking, New Year's Day is either about congratulations, or about singing lyrics, or about setting the country, the country, the country, and the country as the grand goal. Anyway, I know more than I can say, and I can say about three hundred songs at least."

"Really that many?"

"of course."

"Then please sing one more song, Your Highness."

"Today Feng Da recited it and my throat was dry and hoarse. I'll write it down when I get home. It can also be hung up."

"Okay, then go home and let me polish your pen for Your Highness."

(End of this chapter)