Great Tang Broom Star

  Chapter 175 No problem

   Wei Wushuang watched those students clasping their hands and thanking them, and suddenly felt that he had never seen Jia Pingan clearly.

The teaching assistant beside him is sighing: "Since the Jin Dynasty, the Central Plains have been turbulent, and then the clothes and crowns have been crossed to the south, and the aristocratic families have dominated the government... Then there was chaos, and this chaos came to the former Sui Dynasty, but the good days of the former Sui Dynasty were not good for a few years. , it’s messed up again, those learnings are all scattered…”

  Since the end of the Han Dynasty, the Central Plains has been a mess.

   "No, that knowledge is in the hands of the aristocratic family. Why does the royal family want to marry the Shandong aristocrat? Could it be that their power is so huge?"

Another teaching assistant also said: "No, the Shandong clan is dormant now, but they have been passed down for many years, the family style is strict, and most of their children can become talents? But how strict is the family style? How to teach their children to be successful? This is the most powerful Shandong clan place."

   "Yes! But they keep those methods secret, and outsiders don't know about them."

   "What Jia Canjun said is a way of doing things, not just doing things, but being a person can be used."

   "Jia Junjun is a great talent, these students are blessed."

   "It's not just them, someone also feels that they have benefited a lot."

   Wei Wushuang was thinking carefully about Jia Pingan's words.

  For example, if someone speaks ill of me, then I should break the matter down and analyze one by one, who I offended, and who is benefited by this matter...

   This is the way to do things and be a man!

"If you want to know this, you have to bow down, don't sit on a high place and point fingers all day... If you don't understand these things, you don't understand the suffering of the people, what is the basis for your decision? This is called making a decision with your head. If you mess up something, slap your **** and leave people!"

   "Wonderful!" The teaching assistant praised: "If you don't understand, pretend to understand, make blind decisions, it's called slapping your head... It's wonderful."

   "Come on!" Jia Pingan pointed to the construction site, "Do it all, if you don't do it, how will you know how much the labor is worth?"

  The students rushed forward.

  The scale of hundreds of people, once working together...

  The craftsmen began to panic.

   "Slow down!"

   "Hold on!"

  The foreman rushed in, commanding at the top of his voice.

   Craftsmen became conductors, students became coolies...

   "It's noon, let's serve dinner!"

  Everyone was surprised, wondering why there is still lunch?

   I saw a few big men coming carrying big wooden barrels.

   "Come here." Jia Ping'an beckoned.

   "Wash your hands first!"

  There is a canal not far away, everyone went to wash their hands, and when they came back, they were dumbfounded...

   There are steaming meals in the big wooden barrel.

  The staple food is thick pancakes, which seem to be mixed with other things. And the dishes...

   "What is this?" A student stepped forward and asked.

  The big man said: "This cake is made with all kinds of miscellaneous grains, and this soup is made with two chickens."

  The staple food is multigrain cakes, and the dish is two chickens and a bucket of soup...

this…

  Everyone can't help but look at each other.

   "How does this taste?"

   Someone said with a bitter face: "At home, let's say that there are mustard pancakes, or Hutou, but there must be mutton in the dishes."

  Jia Pingan didn't speak until he said to the foreman, "Let your people eat too."

  The foreman said in surprise: "There are also ours?"

   "Thank you Jia for joining the army."

  The artisans happily found bowls, each with a bowl of egg soup and two multigrain cakes.

   Take a bite of the multigrain cake, and then drink a bite of the egg soup with scattered egg drops, it's so beautiful!

  The artisans ate with wide smiles and gobbled it up.

this…

  The students were stunned.

   "Is it delicious?" A student felt that something was wrong, so he made a copy for himself.

   A bite of multigrain cake...

  He eats the same as taking poison.

   A mouthful of egg soup...

   Two eggs made a big bucket of egg soup, and the content of the eggs can be imagined.

  Bland and tasteless.

   "Is it delicious?" Someone asked.

  The student shook his head, "It's unbearable!"

  Everyone couldn't help being silent.

   "Let's go out to eat later." Someone muttered.

   Everyone is not short of money, and it is not bad to find a place to drink later.

   "Look, Jia joins the army."

   Jia Pingan walked over, "Give someone a copy."

   One bite of multigrain cake made Jia Pingan feel nostalgic.

  In his previous life, because his parents were busy with work, he stayed in the countryside for a few years before going to school.

  Mixed grain cakes were considered delicious at that time, and egg soup...Eggs are strategic supplies at home. Unless someone is sick, they can only be exchanged for money at the market...

  He ate it bite by bite, and felt that the multigrain cake tasted more delicious than the one at that time.

  And when he first arrived in Datang, the food he ate with his cousin...it was really not for human beings. But Yang Deli ate with relish.

   "Delicious." He said seriously.

  The students stepped forward silently.

   One serving per person, after taking it, squat down on the ground to eat.

  A craftsman finished eating, looked at the big wooden barrel with unsatisfactory eyes, and said, "It would be nice if there were all these meals."

  A meal like this... How could he wish for this?

  The students became more silent.

  In the afternoon, the Nursing Home could already see its prototype.

  Students come home with blisters or exhaustion.

  Meng Zhao's father, Meng Mi, is a fifth-rank official, and his mother, Wang, is of extraordinary background. He grew up in a honey pot since he was a child, and has never suffered much.

   "Dalang, why are you in such a mess?"

  My mother, Wang, saw that he was disheveled, and hurriedly asked someone to wait for him to take a bath. Later, she found blisters on the palms of her hands, and Wang's heart ached even more.

  When Meng Mi came home, he was a little surprised to see such a son, "Didn't you go to the nursing home today, why?"

  Meng Zhao said: "Today the boy is working in the nursing home."

   Wang's heart ached, but Meng Mi glared at her, and then ordered: "Eat."

   A family of three eats meals.

   Mutton is a must, plus some dishes, and the staple food is pancakes.

   In the past, Meng Zhao would have a lot of food left over, but today he is full, but he is still eating.

   "Husband." Wang felt that her son was a little weird.

  Meng Mi shook his head.

  After eating, Meng Zhao said: "Aye, don't make so many meals for my son..."

  Wang said with a smile: "My son, I'm afraid you don't have enough to eat!"

  Parents are always like this, worried that their children will not have enough to eat, so they would rather have more than less.

  Meng Zhao couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable when he thought of the salivation of those craftsmen facing the multigrain cakes today.

   "Aniang, there are still many people in this world who don't have enough to eat, we shouldn't waste so much."

He thought of Jia Pingan's nostalgic appearance when he ate the miscellaneous grain cakes, and he strengthened his belief, "It is already very good that Hai'er can have mutton for every meal now. Also, if Hai'er becomes an official in the future, the people under his rule will eat it every day." How can such an official know the sufferings of the people if he eats miscellaneous grain cakes and bland vegetables every day, but his children eat mutton, and there is even a lot left over?"

  Meng Mi's eyes were full of joy.

  His child!

  How did this suddenly become mature?

   But Mrs. Wang was dissatisfied and said: "This is a meal that I spent my own money on. What does it have to do with others?"

  Meng Zhao was stunned, and looked at his mother with a different meaning, "Aniang, this is the food that the farmers have worked so hard to grow. You can eat it when you eat it, but it shouldn't be wasted."

   Wang still can't understand his son's thoughts.

  Meng Zhao stood up and said, "Aniang, today my child ate multigrain cakes and drank clear water soup, no vegetables..."

   "My son!" Wang's heart ached, "You have suffered."

"My son is not bitter." Meng Zhao said seriously: "Those craftsmen eat such meals and say that if they eat like this, they will be satisfied. Only now does my son realize that he is still not satisfied with his fine clothes and food, what a shame it is absurd!"

  Meng Mi was overjoyed, and couldn't help smiling, "Well said."

   Wang rolled his eyes at him, seeing his son talking freely, which was completely different from before, and gradually felt more joy in his heart.

   "An official should have Datang in his heart." Meng Zhao said solemnly: "There is no Datang in my heart, only myself, such an official, my child would not bother to do it!"

  He resigned.

  Meng Mi took a hard breath, only feeling that joy would leap out of his chest.

  This son has been spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, and he has never suffered much. According to Meng Mi's plan, his son studied in the Imperial College, and if he could pass the imperial examination, he would pass it, and if he couldn't, he could get an official.

   Such a pampered son...how can he become an official?

   This is Meng Mi's long-standing concern.

  But today, his son suddenly realized, how could this not please him?

   "Dalang, who said this truth?"

  He couldn't help asking.

  Going to the door, Meng Zhao turned around, "It's Jia Canjun from Baiqi."

  Meng Mi narrowed his eyes, and after his son had left, Wang asked, "Then Jia Canjun...isn't he a broom star? Husband, what does he mean?"

  Meng Mi sighed: "This person has made meritorious service a while ago, and exchanged his credit for 10,000 yuan with His Majesty, saying that he built a nursing home to shelter the lonely and elderly in the world."

   There are such people?

   Wang couldn't help being surprised.

   "Da Lang is like this, it's a good start. After that..." Meng Mi looked at his wife and said sharply: "Jia Ping'an's enlightenment today is extremely rare. In the future, don't talk about bastards."

   This is a formal conversation between husband and wife.

  Ms. Wang knelt down and lowered her head slightly, "Yes, I know about it."

  Meng Mi said flatly: "From now on, don't spoil Da Lang."

   Wang nodded, "Yes."

   "Also!" Meng Mi smiled and said, "Tomorrow, we will produce more wood and stones at home."

  …

   On the third day, Wang Zhongliang was ordered to check the progress of the Nursing Home.

  He walked slowly all the way outside. Just as the accompanying servant was about to shout, he heard an exclamation, "Why are the tiles started?"

  Wang Zhongliang looked up, I'll go, it really is.

   "This... Let's put the beams in mind, right? Why did you start to put the tiles on?" Wang Zhongliang thought he might be dazzled.

  When everyone entered, they saw a lot of wood and stone neatly piled up on the side, and hundreds of students were carrying things back and forth like ants, or working according to the orders of the craftsmen.

"this…"

  Wang Zhongliang searched around and saw Jia Pingan in the corner.

  But it was not easy to ask him about this matter, Wang Zhongliang saw Wei Wushuang standing beside him, so he went over.

   "Meet Wang Zhongguan." Wei Wushuang stepped back and saluted.

   "Why are those students so obedient?" Wang Zhongliang was really surprised.

  Many of those students are pampered, would you be willing to let them do this kind of work?

  But now it looks like she is willing.

   Did we see the hell?

  Because Jia Ping'an can fool people!

  Of course you can’t say this, Wei Wushuang said: “The student’s family supports it, and even his father and brother come to check on it every day, and if they say they are lazy, they will be beaten to death.”

  Wang Zhongliang was dumbfounded.

  It happened that a parent came outside. Seeing his son working hard, he praised: "Sure enough, he is the son of a certain person. This strength is great."

  Wang Zhongliang went over, the parent was an official, recognized him, and quickly smiled and cupped his hands.

   Now the servants are not as good as they were in the late Han Dynasty, but as an official, if you can not offend others, you will not offend them.

  Wang Zhongliang asked: "Why do you want your children to work here?"

The parent laughed and said: "The child works here. After returning home, he knows that he has saved money and is no longer picky about food. When he sees that the family is spending too much money, he will criticize him... He can speak clearly and logically when encountering things. A certain heart is happy. Ask, saying that he learned it from working here, since that's the case, I naturally hope that the child will work here for more time."

   Is that so?

  Wang Zhongliang hurried back to the palace to report.

  Li Zhi rubbed his forehead, "He coaxed the Imperial Academy with his words, and Xiao Bo and others were grateful to him. Then he made the students work willingly... this broom star, why..."

  This operation is really impossible to say.

  Wang Zhongliang said: "Jia Ping'an also taught them a way of doing things, breaking things down to the very beginning, and then analyzing and pondering one by one..."

  Li Zhi's eyes became more serious.

   "He also said... To be an official, you must have Datang in your heart. If you only have yourself in your heart, this level of official is Mi Chong."

Li Zhi narrowed his eyes, "This is the foundation of being an official. If he only knows for himself and his family, such an official has a low vision and a small structure. If he has Tang in his heart, his vision will naturally be high. The pattern of the situation is big... Only officials of this class have the opportunity to enter the court."

   "This is the knowledge of that foreign professor!" Li Zhi said confidently: "Otherwise, how can a teenager in his teens understand such methods?"

  He looked at Wang Zhongliang, "Do you understand?"

Well!

  Wang Zhongliang said with a flattering smile, "I understand."

  He is fooling.

   But Li Zhi was in a good mood today, so he asked, "Tell me."

   After waiting for a long while without hearing anything, Li Zhi put down the memorial, and seeing Wang Zhongliang's constipated face, he couldn't help covering his forehead, "Fool! Go, kneel by the side."

  Wang Zhongliang knelt beside him with a bitter face.

  Li Zhi nodded slightly, for those around him, what he wanted was not intelligence, but a sense of propriety.

  Wang Zhongliang is a bit stupid, but it is an advantage here.

  …

  The construction progress of the Nursing Home was getting faster and faster. Jia Pingan saw that the construction period was too far ahead, so he drove the students back.

  He returned to Baiqi, and Bao Dong came to complain first, "Jia Canjun, you have been there for a few days, and a certain one took his brothers to inspect the Ganye Temple, and those nuns were not allowed to go in at all, and they were not even allowed to take a look inside..."

  Of course not!

  Jia Pingan knew that this guy was probably trying to make use of the problem, so he ignored him, "Where's Lei Hong?"

  When Lei Hong was mentioned, Bao Dong sighed, "I asked for leave earlier, saying that the matchmaker found him a beautiful girl..."

Why!

Why!

  The two sighed at the same time.

   "The captain said, just go."

   Poor Lei Hong, for the sake of his lifelong event, even Tang Xu violated the principle and allowed him to ask for leave.

   Later, Lei Hong came back.

  He came in with a new suit in high spirits.

   "How?" Bao Dong asked with concern.

   Lei Hong said with a smile: "The little lady has a good temperament, but after all, she has no fate with a certain one. Hey! She will definitely cry in private, but a certain one doesn't want to force herself, so... I can only wrong her."

  Bao Dong said dumbly, "Yes!"

  Jia Ping'an is speechless...

   "Bitch dog slave!"

   Tang Xu's shouts came from outside, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"What's going on here?"

   Tang Xu said angrily: "Bao Donglai made tea for XX!"

Bao Dong went, someone asked Shao Peng, and old Shao gritted his teeth and said: "We met Jiang Wei from Qianniuwei earlier with Old Tang, and Old Tang just said something to make Qianniuwei hurry up and practice, but Jiang Wei Wei sneered, saying that I, Baiqi, are a bunch of rough men and uneducated."

   Lei Hong laughed as soon as he heard it, "Shao Zhongguan, Jia Canjun's poetic talent can't be compared with them?"

  Shao Peng sneered and said: "They are so smart! Why don't we just mention articles specifically. Those Qian Niu Bei are well-educated and have both civil and military skills, hey!"

   "A bunch of cheap dog slaves!"

  Tang Xu's yelling and cursing were extremely irritable.

  Jia Pingan returned to the duty room with a sad face.

  Article...something is a Xibei product.

  As for Tang Xu being humiliated, it was probably because he met Jiang Wei on the road, and used the last review outside the Xuanwu Gate to win over Qian Niuwei to ridicule and ridicule Jiang Wei, who angered Jiang Wei, and Jiang Wei asked his subordinates to come out and make a fuss, embarrassing old Tang.

   "Old Tang!"

  Jiang Wei actually came.

  What a crime Tang Xu has committed, to have attracted Jiang Wei to knock him out of the gym.

   "What are you doing here?" Tang Xu's voice... Anyone who is familiar with it knows that it is a guilty conscience.

  Jiang Wei said with a smile: "Both Baiqi and Qianniuwei are guarding His Majesty, we should get closer. A certain brought a few brothers, they can't do anything else, but they can make a fuss, let's...compete?"

   This is a door-to-door slap in the face.

   Tang Xu sneered and said: "This is not the Imperial College, if you have the ability, you dare to go to the Imperial College to try?"

  The schools below Guozijian are the highest institutions of learning in the Tang Dynasty, and also the highest place for academic research. Poems and articles, everyone sits in the town.

  Of course Jiang Wei didn’t dare, but he said proudly, “Of course I dare.”

   "Shameless!" Tang Xu scolded: "If those great Confucians in the Imperial College heard what you said, they wouldn't be able to kill you!"

  Jiang Wei smiled and said: "If you have the ability, find someone who can write a good article! Who? Bao Dong? Or Jia Pingan!"

  He surveyed everyone with a gloomy gaze.

  Since Master Jia debuted, a few poems have crushed the current poetry world, making a mess of it.

  Last time, the song Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain directly crushed Qianniuwei to the point of shame.

   But Jiang Wei discovered a problem, Mr. Jia has never published an article.

  He later asked the 'expert', and the 'expert' said that this kind of poetry is good, and most of the writing is not good. He asked why, and the 'expert' looked at him contemptuously, saying that a person's talents are limited, but you are talented in poetry, and you can write articles well, that's a god!

Yes.

  Jiang Wei was moved by what the 'expert' said, so he took the opportunity to come and slap Baiqi in the face.

   "Xiao Jia!"

   This is a door-to-door slap in the face!

  Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it!

   Tang Xu was angry.

  Everyone is angry.

   "What's the matter?" Jia Pingan responded in the duty room.

   "Come out." Tang Xu said happily.

   When Jia Pingan came out, Tang Xu pointed to Jiang Wei and said, "Here is an article."

wipe!

   Jia Pingan smiled calmly.

  The article is so long, the ones that can be recited are not suitable, old Tang, are you cheating me?

  Seeing his calmness, Jiang Wei couldn't help muttering in his heart.

   Could it be that... he can even write articles?

  But the 'expert' is a well-known Confucianist, so his mind became firmer and he said: "If you can write a good article, I will treat you to Wuxianglou today!"

  Tang Xu was overjoyed when he heard the words, "I will go with all my riders!"

  How much does that cost?

  You shameless old Tang!

  Jiang Wei thought about it for a while, then nodded vigorously, "If Jia Ping'an loses, you treat me, and I, Qian Niuwei, will all go."

  Tang Xu took a look at his beloved Xiao Jia, seeing that he was calm and unhurried, obviously he had a good chance of winning, so he couldn't help saying reservedly: "No problem!"

   "Xiao Wang, you go." Jiang Wei stepped back.

   A Qianniu Bei stepped forward and looked at Jia Pingan proudly.

"please…"

  …

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  (end of this chapter)