Sima Yi's Three Kingdoms Collection Collection

Chapter 43 Incognito, first entry into the official career (13)
Yang Jun cast his eyes on the painting of "A Thousand Li Tuntian Jiahe Picture" and slowly looked at it, and said indifferently: "Mr. Sima is free of courtesy. Maybe you don't know that before you came here tonight, the prefect of Wei Zhong and the prefect of Du Chuan Others have posted posts asking for a meeting, but they were all rejected by this seat. This seat has always been very fond of the solemn style of Mr. Yang Zhen, the former Taiwei, who "closes accounts at night and does not hand in private customers". Your Sima Jun came to see me this time, I have broken the old rules."

"Thank you, Lord Yang, for your special attention to Xiaosheng. Xiaosheng is very apprehensive and grateful." Sima Yi bowed deeply again, and his expression became more and more respectful. Yaxing, I am really sorry."

"You! You! Fortunately, you are still a Qingliu scholar from the Sima family in Wen County, Hanoi!" Yang Jun suddenly raised his face, smiled, and said to him very peacefully, "Your elder brother Sima Lang, that is How dignified, dignified, calm and elegant?——Since you and I are both born in the Qingliu, how can we learn the way of communication from those official subordinates? You call yourself "my subordinate" and call me "my lord". You are a bit impatient with this! Let’s just treat each other as members of the same family. This seat is older than you, so you can just call him 'Mr.'!"

When Sima Yi heard it, he was deeply moved: This is really the speech and speech of a scholar of mellow learning!Every word and every sentence reveals the solemn and upright atmosphere of advocating literature, emphasizing Confucianism, and extolling etiquette!He immediately saluted and said: "Mr. Yang...Mr. Yang's teaching is right. Mr. Yang, Xiaosheng has gradually acquired some superficial habits in the officialdom in the state and county in recent years. Thank you for your clear words and correction. Xiaosheng deeply appreciates it." Ashamed."

"Oh, I can't blame you." Yang Jun waved his hand to him, leaned over to pick up the piece of ancient agarwood ink, and slowly grinded it on the sapphire inkstone, his tone was still very flat, "Common affairs of the state and county are the most trivial matters. Complicated, but also the most disturbing to the mind - Mr. Sima, as a Confucian and refined scholar, bows down to his subordinates, like a bureaucrat working in a camp, dealing with ordinary people all day long. , don't you feel any discomfort?"

Hearing Yang Jun's question, Sima Yi pondered for a while, then calmed down and replied solemnly: "Mr. Yang's words are really words of understanding Xiaosheng's ups and downs. Xiaosheng's indulging in ordinary affairs is indeed very uncomfortable - within three days However, the "Tao Te Ching" says: "The highest goodness is like water: water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is more than Tao." It also says:' Difficult things in the world must be done in an easy way. Great things in the world must be done in a small way.' According to Xiaosheng's opinion, the general affairs of the state and county are complicated and complex, but it is just to train Xiaosheng's talent to overcome obstacles and deal with the complexity! We If people in the Confucian school can both 'sit down and talk about the Tao' and 'stand up and practice the Tao', why worry about a chaotic world and an uneven world? Why worry about an uneasy world?"

Hearing this, Yang Jun couldn't help stopping his right hand, which was slowly studying the ink - he looked deeply at Sima Yi, and said leisurely: "Mr. Xun Ling once said: 'If you don't know the affairs of the world well, it's not enough to resolve doubts about something. Of course, the "Tao Te Ching" you just quoted also goes a little deeper: "A sage never becomes great, so he can become great." Sima Jun, your ambition is really lofty and lofty! Yang I sincerely hope that you will become a pillar of talent who can both 'sit and talk' and 'stand up and walk' in the future!"

"Xiaosheng just spoke freely, please forgive me, Mr. Yang." Sima Yi hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Where! Where! You spoke very well just now!" Yang Jun stopped studying ink, pondered for a while, and asked, "Sima Jun came to see you late at night, what's the matter? But please tell me."

Sima Yi's eyes lingered for a moment on the painting "A Picture of Thousand Miles of Farming Jiahe" on the table in front of him, and then slowly moved to his face, and said leisurely: "Mr. Yang's painting "A Thousand Miles of Farming Jiahe" It is indeed exquisite and lifelike. Xiaosheng believes that after you return to Beijing, the whole court will praise you and praise you as a masterpiece... However, Xiaosheng wants to take the liberty of saying that you have come here today. Pointing out a small flaw in your painting, I wonder if Mr. Yang can listen to it?"

"Oh? In your eyes, my "A Thousand Miles of Jiahe Picture" is still rough?" Yang Jun's face froze when he heard this, and then he smiled again, "Sima Jun also knows how to paint? Yang respectfully asks for advice." .”

Sima Yi bowed deeply, fixed his eyes only on the table under the case, and said slowly: "Actually, in Xiaosheng's opinion, the flaws in this "A Thousand Miles of Jiahe Picture" are not drawn by you, Mr. Yang. It was produced, but someone outside the picture forcibly defiled you!"

"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Yang Jun became more and more suspicious.

"Mr. Yang, please forgive Xiaosheng for speaking bluntly: the scene of thousands of customers carrying hoeing and Dai Li to cultivate the fields in your painting is actually not true-you don't know that the official fields and customers in our Hanoi County are actually There are only dozens of them, and the more than nine hundred customers you saw during the day are actually private land tenants lured by corrupt officials and powerful families in this county to hide the truth!"

But seeing Yang Jun sitting quietly behind the table, he didn't say anything for a while, and after a long time, he said calmly: "Oh... so it's such a flaw..." There was not much surprise in his tone.

Sima Yi was greatly surprised by this, and looked at Yang Jun in a daze.

"Ms. Yang has known about these situations for a long time." Yang Jun picked up the wolf hair brush again, put it into the water basin and washed it slowly, and the ink lines gradually spread into a faint cloud in the clear water, " At noon yesterday, when Yang was resting in the Dongpo arbor, Du Chuan, the governor of Hanoi County, came in and told Yang about everything here."

When Sima Yi heard this, he was terrified: This Du Chuan is indeed extremely vicious!It seems that since he knew that he was from the Sima family in Wen County, he no longer believed in himself completely!I don't know how he ran in front of Yang Jun and sued him. Thinking of this, Sima Yi hurriedly held his breath and listened intently to Yang Jun's continuation.But Yang Jun just put the wolf hair fine pen in the water basin, stirred and cleaned it over and over again, without saying a word.The tension in Sima Yi's heart - it seemed that Yang Jun's wolf pen had penetrated straight into the depths of his heart and was stirring it back and forth!
But Sima Yi is Sima Yi after all, I saw his face turned serious, his back straightened, and he said slowly with a half-bow: "Mr. Yang, Xiaosheng knows what Du Juncheng told you. Did he say that the eight The [-] private farm tenants pretended to be the official land clients of the county government by means of embedding flowers and plants—all of them were planned by my Sima Zhongda in order to receive rewards for meritorious deeds and gain fame?"

Yang Jun's wolf hair brush that was slowly swinging in the water bowl stopped abruptly, his gaze lifted slowly, drifted over Sima Yi's face, and returned to the painting "A Thousand Miles of Tuntian Jiahe" on the desk in front of him. In the "Picture", as if facing the farmers in the painting, he said slowly: "Well...he really said that. Moreover, he also asked Yang very earnestly: You Sima Yi is talented and capable, and you are very talented. It's the younger brother of Chief Secretary Sima Lang, and it's good to be dedicated to serving the country, but this road is a little bit off. I hope that Yang can tolerate your mistakes and take care of you, and help you a lot! Shan Cong Judging from his emotional and tearful performance yesterday, Yang almost thought that you, Sima Zhongda, were Du Chuan's younger brother..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly lifted the Langhao fine brush from the water bowl, and it fell like a meteor meteorite on the "Picture of Jiahe in a Thousand Li Tuntian" and dyed it deeply and lightly—at the same time, he dragged his voice Shouted to the door of the room: "Come on!"

Sima Yi was secretly startled, only to hear the door of the room being slammed open behind him, and four or five menacing servants rushed in aggressively and rushed towards him!
Once the sword is out of the sheath, it is necessary to defeat the enemy with one move

"Wait a minute!" Sima Yi yelled loudly, shook his arms, and threw back the two guards who rushed forward a few feet—his eyes were burning like lightning, fixed on Yang Jun, and asked in a cold voice, " Mr. Yang—what is your intention in such actions?"

"What do you want to do? Sima Zhongda, don't you understand it yourself?" Yang Jun continued to brush freely on the "A Thousand Miles of Jiahe Picture" without even raising his eyelids, "If you really have what Du Chuan said If you embezzle a tree and pretend to be a reward, then you are deceiving the emperor—I must arrest you and go straight to Xudu for questioning!"

As soon as his words fell, the field immediately fell silent.Sima Yi's complexion changed suddenly, his lips parted, and a burst of laughter blurted out: "Not bad! Not bad! As Mr. Yang said, I, Sima Yi, am embedding flowers and plants, but I am not embedding flowers and plants to pretend to be rewarded, but I am embedding flowers and plants for the long-term stability of the great Han society!——I want Du Chuan and his group of cunning officials to collude with powerful families such as Yuan Xiong and Yuan Hun to steal thousands of hectares of official land and nearly a thousand customers from them. Move the dark place under the blue sky, let you patrol so that adults can see clearly on the spot!"

Yang Jun had already slowed down the pace of painting at this time, leaned over and held the pen and slowly dabbed on the "A Thousand Miles of Jiahe Picture", and his face gradually began to loosen: "There is no proof for what you say, bring evidence! ——He Du Chuan But I have issued a written proof that you embezzled flowers and trees to this seat..."

When Sima Yi heard it, he thought to himself: This Du Chuanguo is "a snake bite into the bone and three points"!He also got the paper that he borrowed from the Yuan brothers to use the private land tenants to frame himself, and the attack was so vicious!His heart trembled slightly, and he slowly took out a thick stack of yellow straw paper full of handwriting and fingerprints from his chest, put it on Yang Jun's desk, and said calmly: "These are the numbers of the Yuan family. The testimonies and complaints of hundreds of tenants and servants about how the Yuan brothers and Du Chuan and their gang of corrupt officials stole official land, official cattle, and official property, and forcibly defrauded refugees from all over the world as private tenants, can be regarded as criminal evidence Zhao Zhao, please look into everything!"

"Good! Good! Good!" At this moment, Yang Jun still didn't raise his head to look at him. With a touch of the pen in his hand, he finally left the paper of "A Picture of Golden Harvest in a Thousand Miles of Villages" and slowly put it back on the pen holder. put it on.While blowing gently with his mouth the undried ink stains on the silk painting, he said slowly, "Oh... I am so tired! This "Picture of Harvest Harvests in a Thousand Miles of Fields", I finally finished..."

Then, he slowly stood up straight, beat his back lightly with his fist, raised his right hand and swung it outwards, the four or five guards understood this, and retreated together with eyebrows lowered and hands down.

Sima Yi was a little surprised to see Yang Jun approaching him slowly, couldn't help pointing to the stack of yellow straw paper on his desk, and murmured: "This... these testimonies and complaints, you... Won't you take a look?"

(End of this chapter)