Farmer of Shu Han Chapter 884

Chapter 884 Soft Power

Li Mu and A Mei supported Governor Feng out of the front yard, and Governor Feng could stand firm on the spot and walk by himself.

Even after letting out a long breath, he cursed in a low mood:

"Zhao Erlang is not a son of man!"

Hearing this, Ah Mui just pursed her lips and smiled.

But Li Munai is a daughter of a family. She has been able to read and write since she was a child, and her literary literacy is not low. At this time, her eyes are bright:

"What Ah Lang read in the hall just now, not to mention the second uncle Zhao, even the concubine's heart was agitated when he heard it."

"Really?" Thinking of his performance in the front yard just now, Governor Feng couldn't help but praise his acting skills.

The drama in the past few days has only an outline, no rehearsal, and the main thing is to play on the spot.

The main reason is that Zhao Erlang, who is so involved in the drama, directly poured a big bottle of spirits for his brother.

No winks at all!

"Don't you see everyone in the hall? Who is not fascinated by Alang's literary talent?"

Li Mu tightly clung to Feng Cishi's arm, and his voice was so soft that he could squeeze out water:

"Ms. Zhang almost couldn't help rushing in after listening to it outside. Now she is one step ahead of me and ran to tell the lady!"

Inspector Feng laughed, full of ambition.

Then he put his arms around a concubine, and said with a smile:

"My body is full of alcohol, please help me to take a bath."

In the backyard, Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi waited for a long time before they heard a man's voice from the door:

"It's so late, why is Xijun still awake?"

Inspector Feng walked in wearing a robe without his hair tied up.

Guan Ji has a big belly, she is not lying on the couch like usual, she is sitting at the table with Zhang Xingyi, chatting and laughing.

Feng Yong approached, only to see papers on the desk.

"What is this doing?"

"I am waiting for Feng Junhou who is 'I am born to be talented'."

Guan Ji seemed to be in a very good mood, and she answered it jokingly.

Feng Yong came to the front and looked down, but saw that the paper on the table was written on the "Will Enter the Wine" that he read in the front yard.

He couldn't help being surprised, and looked at Zhang Xingyi:

"Si Niang actually has such thoughts? Can you memorize it after only listening to it once?"

Zhang Xingyi raised his head proudly, and glanced at Duke Feng with disdain.

Guan Ji smiled and explained:

"I knew you were going to read a poem a few days ago, but you refused to tell us in advance. Si Niang had someone prepare a pen and ink outside, and wrote it down while you were reading."

She said, looked down at the table again, held up the paper with both hands, and exclaimed:

"No wonder Alang didn't want to say it in advance! Only "The Difficult Road to Shu" and "Sleepwalking in Heaven" can compare with this kind of excellent essay."

"If I said it in advance, how could I amaze everyone in the hall? Come back after all the money is gone, good sentence! Only A Lang has the confidence to say this kind of sentence."

Feng Yong saw that there was still a lot of paper on the table, all of which were scrawled and messy charcoal characters. It was presumably Zhang Xingyi's shorthand for someone outside the banquet hall.

It was the paper that Guan Ji held in her hands, the characters on it were iron-painted with silver hooks, revealing sharpness yet boldness.

You can tell it's Tiger Girl's work at a glance.

"Good word!" Feng Inspector took the paper from Guan Ji's hand, "The word Xijun echoes this article."

"When I first heard the poem that A Lang read in the front yard, my heart was also agitated, so I couldn't help but write it down."

Guan Ji leaned over and said with a light smile, "After finishing writing, I realized that what I wrote tonight is much better than before!"

"This is probably to know people from characters." Feng Cishi's calligraphy is unique, but there is still a level of appreciation.

He looked at it for a while, and then he said with satisfaction, "The former Cao San asked me to write this poem to Cao Zhi, just right, Xijun saved me a lot of trouble."

This remark made Guan Ji laugh "puchi".

Zhang Xingyi said angrily from the side:

"Brother-in-law, let's speak according to our conscience! Fortunately, I saw you passed out in the front yard, so I came back quickly and asked my sister to copy this poem again..."

Well, is it really a couple's heart?

Inspector Feng coughed, without changing his face.

Anyway, it is not a shame to lose face in front of one's own woman.

It's just Zhang Xiaosi's contribution, and she didn't get timely feedback from Governor Feng, which made her even more dissatisfied.

Then she asked maliciously:

"This poem doesn't have a title yet, why don't you write one yourself, brother-in-law?"

Feng Shishi sneered: "Don't make trouble, even if it is a man, it is difficult to write Xijun's handwriting. I am ashamed of myself. How can I add to the snake?"

The doctor was much more caring, and changed the subject and asked:

"Speaking of this, Alang hasn't said what the name of this article is yet?"

"Will enter the wine, Yuefu poetry."

"Yuefu poems again? A Lang seems to like writing Yuefu poems?"

Guan Ji took the paper from Feng Yong's hand, picked up a pen and wrote on it the words "will enter the wine".

"The most widely circulated ones in the Han Dynasty are Yuefu poems?" Feng Yong smiled slightly, "Besides, if you don't write Yuefu poems, how can you listen to Xijun's singing?"

When General Guan sang "The Road to Shu is Difficult", Governor Feng was amazed.

Guan Ji probably also remembered what happened back then, and smiled softly at the moment, but in front of Zhang Xingyi, she couldn't express much.

So he asked another question: "What kind of allusion is this five-flowered horse?"

"The mane of a horse is trimmed into petals for decoration. Those who divide into three petals are called three-flowered horses, and those who divide into five petals are called five-flowered horses."

Guan Ji listened to Feng Yong's explanation, nodded her head, but didn't ask any more questions, she just took it as a custom:

"So there is such a saying, but I am ignorant."

But it was also in line with her understanding when she first heard about five-flowered horses.

After all, it can be compared with Qianjinqiu, so it must be a precious horse.

"It's just a habit in my teacher's school. It's normal that Xijun hasn't heard of it."

Speaking of this, Feng Yong turned to Zhang Xingyi and said:

"Since the poem mentions streaky horses, tomorrow I will have someone pick out a high-quality horse, and trim the horse's mane into streaky."

"At the same time, let Mu Niang choose some high-quality clothes, oh, and prepare the fine wine."

"Just wait for Cao San to say goodbye, let him take these things back, and say they are gifts from me to Cao Zhi."

"For this matter, Si Niang remembers to do it with her own hands, so as not to make any mistakes."

Zhang Xingyi nodded in response.

"A Lang has a heart for Cao Zhi."

"It's not good if you don't pay attention. If Cao Cao was outstanding in both civil and military affairs, then Cao Pi's writing is also impressive. When it comes to Cao Rui, his martial arts strategy is not good enough, and his literary talent is insufficient."

If the original history is changed, Cao Rui can be regarded as the hero of half a generation.

Unfortunately, now I have encountered cheating.

Because of years of disastrous external defeats, the prestige established by defeating Wu in the first year has long been lost.

After being on the throne for so many years, Cao Rui can't even consolidate his foundation now, let alone control the overall situation like in the original history.

This is very fatal for an emperor.

According to the report of the spies, Sima Yi, who is now the governor of Guanzhong, has great power.

You can independently appoint middle-level generals of the Guanzhong armies, and even have the right to execute low-level generals.

Plus Tuntian and a special Yishi.

Military power and regime are integrated in one body, and they can raise money and food by themselves, just like a military governor in the Tang Dynasty.

I just don't know if Sima Yi has the guts to do An Lushan.

Even if Sima Yi doesn't care what he thinks in his heart, it can be seen from this that Cao Rui's control over Wei State is far, far worse than in the original history.

"Nowadays, there are very few people in Wei who can be praised. Wu Lue is no more than Sima Yi, maybe Man Chong is one of them?"

"On the other hand, the great Han has abundant martial virtues, so what is there to be afraid of? On the contrary, in terms of literary talents, Cao Zhi alone in Wei State can dominate the world."

When it comes to martial arts, it's not that Feng Yong looks down on other people in Wei, but…

The old monster Zhuge, who has no worries about the rear, has no fear of the old thief Sima at all.

No matter how hard the shell of a tortoise is, how hard can it be made by Hanyang?

Anyway, Governor Feng didn't believe it.

It can be said that during this period, the Han and Wei were the opposite of the original history.

At this time, Wei Guo's talents are constantly withering and in a period of weakness.

As for the big man, because of someone's cheating, talents emerged in advance, and the national strength was on the rise.

The only thing missing is soft power.

Although those who will influence the direction of Wei and Jin culture in the future, because of the turmoil of the vanity case, they can only behave silently with their tails between their legs.

But the "Three Caos of Jian'an" is a mountain that can never be circumvented in the history of Chinese literature.

Even if there is only one Cao Zhi left among the three Caos, it is enough for scholars all over the world to look up to.

"Where the destiny lies, the people's heart aspires" is something that is very metaphysical, although it is invisible and intangible.

You just can't ignore it.

After all, in this era, even astronomical phenomena have to be used to prove who is orthodox in the world.

No way, everyone believes this.

"Alang is too self-effacing. In the past, Cao Zhi's literary talents could be said to be the best in the world, but don't big men have Alang now?"

Governor Feng laughed dryly:

"Cao Zhi is a senior after all, and the battle can be judged by victory or defeat, but in matters of the literary world, as a junior, it is better to lower your attitude."

No matter how much he was blown to the heavens, Governor Feng still kept one thing in mind: he was a cheater and did not rely on real strength.

When Inspector Feng was scheming with his wife and concubine in the backyard, Cao San in the front yard was drunk and staggered.

He had never drank such a strong wine, and just the first three bottles made him a little overwhelmed.

In addition, after Feng Yong left, Zhao Guang volunteered to take over the banquet, and poor Cao San was in bad luck.

Anyway, when he woke up, it was already dawn the next day.

The hangover made Cao San feel like he had a splitting headache.

After eating the food brought up by the servants, and the hot soup to stomach, Cao San felt better.

He was holding his head and moaning, but the things Feng Langjun sent over quickly made him forget his pain.

"This is the article written by Feng Langjun himself last night?"

Cao San carefully spread the mounted paper on the table. As soon as he saw it, he couldn't help applauding:

"Good word!"

Sure enough, the words are like a person!

Looking at this bold yet vigorous font, it really deserves to be written by Feng Langjun, who is good at writing majestic prose.

"Jiangjinjiu? So this article is called Jiangjinjiu?"

Cao San muttered to himself, admiring it for a long time, and then put it away preciously.

"Last night at the banquet, I begged Feng Langjun for a personal letter, and today I can get the authentic work. Feng Langjun really attaches great importance to Chen Wang."

Thinking of this, Cao San couldn't help sighing again, it's God's will.

The trip was complete, and Cao San was eager to return. He wanted to rush back to report to King Chen, so he quickly bid farewell.

Feng Yong did not persuade him to stay, after all, the Han and Wei countries are enemies after all, and the longer some things are delayed, the more accidents are likely to happen.

"This horse is called the Wuhua horse, and it is the horse of the prince. The prince said, the poem is given to Mr. Cao, and the horse is also given to Mr. Cao."

Zhang Yuan handed the rein to Cao San and said solemnly.

Cao San is not Cao Zhi, so he is not eligible for Feng Yong to see him off in person.

It was Zhang Yuan, the best student around Feng Shishi, who was sent to send Cao San off.

Cao San looked at the tall horse in front of him. Even though he had followed Cao Zhi since he was a child and had seen rare things for a long time, he couldn't help admiring:

"This horse is so handsome!"

But I saw that the horse's body was shiny and shiny, its nostrils were wide open, its hooves were like bowls, its back was broad and straight.

The most striking thing is that the horse's mane has been carefully trimmed and decorated with ornaments. It looks really luxurious.

Zhang Yuan nodded:

"Emissary Cao really has vision. This horse is a heavenly horse from the Western Regions. Later, someone deliberately transported it from the Western Regions to Liangzhou, and finally gave it to the prince."

"Your Majesty likes this horse very much, so I'm giving it to Mr. Cao!"

As he spoke, he clapped his hands again, and saw several servants coming up with things in their hands.

"These things are pure-color fur coats, and Nanxiang's latest fleece coats. It's hard to find, not to mention thousands of gold, even ten thousand gold."

"As for these fine wines, the Western Region rose peach wine, Nanzhong honey wine, and spirits are all treasured by the princes and lords. Please envoy Cao to bring them back to Mr. Cao."

Cao San heard this, straightened his face and straightened his clothes, then bowed deeply to Wuwei City, and said loudly:

"Three generations of Cao Chen Wang thanked Feng Langjun for the gift!"

Chen Wang has been frustrated over the years, and now he can get the friendship of Feng Langjun, and it is not in vain that Chen Wang is willing to accept the suspicion of the court and communicate with the Han people this time.

Longyou in May is already full of greenery.

When I came here, I was full of apprehension and didn't want to watch the scenery.

When I returned, I had a lot of harvest. When Cao San came to Jicheng again, he was finally in the mood to take a look at this important town in Longyou.

In recent years, because the materials transported from Hanzhong have to pass through Jicheng, Jicheng has become more and more prosperous.

All kinds of restaurants and guest houses have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Even a new form of entertainment from Nanxiang has affected Jicheng.

That is the storyteller.

Yongliang has produced heroes since ancient times.

The chivalrous novels represented by "Purple Dian Qingshuang" are not only very suitable for the style of Yongliang, but also because they are easy to understand, they are loved by the majority of Yongliang people.

Most of the caravans that come and go are hard-working, and the head of Guizhou doesn't have much money to go to high-end places.

It happens that they are the ones with the largest audience.

Where there is demand, there will naturally be a market.

So some storytellers sometimes simply go to the Datongpu inn where the caravans sleep on their feet.

What is even less particular, is to find an open place to speak in the open air.

Anyway, why do you do this, don't you just have a mouth?

Over time, some places have become fixed storytelling places.

With a market, there will naturally be consumption, and some green-skinned secret advocates will follow suit.

In order to facilitate work, these fixed places began to be fenced with railings and covered with sheds to shelter them from wind and rain.

Such places have long existed in Nanxiang.

However, such places in Nanxiang are very formal, and the government has a special Cao office to manage them.

At this time, the railings are mostly called hook bars.

Because these places gather together like tiles, and when they disperse, they disintegrate, and they are easy to gather and disperse, so they are called the place of Washi Goulan.

It is the place where the middle and lower class people come and go for entertainment.

Jicheng also followed the name of Nanxiang, and gradually opened up.

When Cao San was in Hanzhong, he had heard all kinds of rumors about Feng Langjun's rule of Nanxiang, but he came in a hurry. He wanted to go to Liangzhou to see Feng Langjun.

Now that things are over, I heard that Jicheng also has such peculiarities, so I am curious and want to go to have a look.

However, after visiting in person, I found that this place is very vulgar, and people come and go in sackcloth.

He couldn't help being a little disappointed at the moment, but hearing the storyteller made him feel novel, and he lingered for a while, but he couldn't bear to leave immediately.

There is a woman's voice next door. Well, it seems that singing is not singing.

The words "Brother Jing" and "Ronger" make people confused.

Cao San turned around following the voice, but saw a woman with inferior makeup on her face, like a ghost painting, singing something with her mouth open in the area surrounded by the Gou fence.

Beside him was a man who was extremely thick and short, with a simple and honest face. He had black and yellow buck teeth when he smiled, and he looked like he had been digging food from the ground.

There was a knife on his waist, and he kept circling the woman.

From time to time, he also frivolously said a few words in cooperation with the woman.

It caused the man below to breathe quickly and applauded endlessly, his neck was thick and red.

"Excellent! Really impressive! A woman like a fairy like Huang Rong is matched with a rough man like Guo Jing!"

Someone moved his throat up and down, and shouted with a red face.

(end of this chapter)

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