Chapter 277 Don’t make me play 13

Chapter 277 Don’t force me to pretend 13

Xiao Man left in the middle of the night. Before leaving, he said to Cheng Ling: “Brother Cheng, maybe I will attack Xiao Ruo…”

The best defense is offense!

Xiao Man has endured for many years, and so far it is beyond the limit.

The real root cause of his illness still needs further investigation, but Xiao Man also decided to find something to do for Concubine Jin.

As for the problem with the incense on his clothes, did Concubine Jin send someone to do it—Xiao Man really has no evidence for this, but so what if there is no evidence?

At this point, some things don’t need evidence, it just depends on how Xiao Man decides in his heart.

In the next few days, there were more and more rumors about Cheng Ling being the “God of Agriculture” living in the world.

For example, Cheng Ling can use the technique of spreading clouds and rain, and can give birth to thousands of young seedlings with a wave of his hand… Such rumors are too much.

This also truly reflects what is meant by uncontrollable rumors. Human nature is to like to spread rumors. You think you want to spread rumors, but in fact you convey them. In the process of spreading, they may even become C, D, E…

In the end, it is not surprising to run a thousand miles.

嗐, what else can I do?

As I said earlier, the best way to cover up a rumor is to create another more compelling one.

So later, Cheng Ling participated in the stone appreciation banquet held by the ministers of the Imperial College to offer sacrifices to Jiuzhang.

At the stone appreciation feast, Cheng Ling showed his hand.

The matter started when everyone discussed “Nongsang Shiji”.

Since the Han Dynasty, the ruling power of Confucianism has gradually occupied the court, and the other hundreds of schools have bowed their heads, but they are also inevitably depressed.

Although Cheng Ling wrote “Nongsang Shiji”, although it was highly valued by the Wei Emperor and had great practical value, when it comes to academic status, it is probably, possibly, not even as good as a random scholar’s commentary written by a sage .

So at the beginning, everyone at the Stone Appreciation Banquet actually looked down on Cheng Ling.

As the saying goes, there are great Confucians in talking and laughing, but there are no white people in communication.

As Zhang Dianchen, those who can be invited to the banquet by him are, generally speaking, even if they are not high-ranking officials, they are also Confucian scholars, or they are masters who have made outstanding achievements in poetry, literature and Fu, or in calligraphy and painting.

Cheng Ling was young, because he fell into the eyes of the emperor, and became a close minister of the emperor. In the eyes of some scholars, it was inevitable that he would be flattered.

Scholars express their disdain in a variety of ways. Although it is generally said that they will not embarrass directly in person, if the yin and yang get angry, it is not comparable to ordinary people.

In short, there is a vague exclusion, but if you really want to say what is wrong with someone, it is difficult to say it clearly.

Cheng Ling silently accepted this kind of contempt and exclusion, at first he was calm.

Until the key link of the stone appreciation banquet comes: the gathering of scholars, no matter what the reason is to appreciate, always ends with writing poems and prose.

The banquet held by the minister of Jijiuzhang of Guozijian naturally cannot be without this.

Everyone took turns composing poems, during which time they produced several high-quality works. When it was Cheng Ling’s turn, Cheng Ling naturally sang one too.

“Yuzhi, it’s your turn.” Zhang Dianchen stretched out his hand, but he was very polite.

Being watched by everyone, Cheng Ling actually felt a little bit ashamed. It’s not that she can’t compose poems, nor can she write good poems, but it’s far from enough to write ancient quatrains that can shock the world.

In order to be famous, it is necessary to pretend at this time.

She said: “I named this poem Lime Yin.”

“Thousands of hammers and thousands of hammers chisel out the deep mountains, and the fire burns like nothing.”

Stone, no matter what kind of stone it is, if it wants to come to the world, it must be chiseled out with thousands of hammers.

In the first sentence, a simple fourteen characters, a kind of strength and style above the vulgar has risen like a dangerous peak, Zhang Dianchen raised his brows slightly when he heard it.

Fire burning like idle?

Is this referring to something?

This banquet was called Appreciation of Stones, and Cheng Ling wrote a poem, but he talked about Lime, a deep meaning could not help but linger in Zhang Dianchen’s mind.

After pausing for a moment, Cheng Ling then slowly recited the next line of the song “Lime Song”, which is famous for thousands of years.

“I’m not afraid to be smashed to pieces…”

Cheng Ling’s words were clear, his eyes swept across the strange stone placed in the viewing position in the middle, and then glanced at the rest of the people present, whether intentionally or not.

Guozijian Dr. Cui Ming couldn’t help holding his breath.

Cheng Ling said: “Leave your innocence in the world!”

It’s a good sentence to stay innocent in the world!

Eternal quatrains are not bragging. The power of the verses is like huge waves coming from the sky, and it is like the Milky Way flowing backwards into the world. A kind of tenacious strength that seemed to emanate from the spine, like a torrent, broke through the turbid world and rushed into the hearts of everyone present.

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Thousands of hammers and thousands of hammers chisel out deep mountains, and the fire burns like nothing.

I am not afraid of being smashed to pieces, and I want to stay innocent in the world.

Let me ask, who can hear it without being shocked?

The young man in front of him actually has such ambition?

After Cheng Ling finished singing this poem, he cupped his hands and said to everyone: “Seniors, Wansheng still has some busy work at home, so I will take my leave for the time being.”

Zhang Dianchen wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn’t spit them out completely.

After reciting a poem, Cheng Ling bid farewell and left. Some people shunned her before, but she didn’t fight for it.

But this song “Lime Song” actually said everything that should be said.

Express your aspirations with poetry, and then drift away, which can be called free and easy, with the style of a high scholar.

After Cheng Ling left, everyone at the Stone Appreciation Banquet remained silent for a long time. Everyone knows how to appreciate it, and it is precisely because of this that the shock brought by this song “Lime Song” is particularly profound.

I don’t know how long it has passed before Zhang Dianchen finally said in a slightly astringent voice: “In the book “Nongsang Shiji”, there are various formulas about fertilizers, their value is clear, and they cannot be faked. But to announce it generously, this matter is also true, and there is no falsehood!”

Someone couldn’t help retorting: “Being famous for the benefits of fertilizers, although you don’t get real money, you get a lot, not to mention…”

Not to mention what?

What’s more, if someone presents a book, he will become a close minister of the emperor in no time!

Of course, it’s not easy to say this clearly.

Even though the folk customs of Great Wei are open today, and the emperor has issued a decree long ago, so that all people in the world will not be punished for their words, there are still some things that cannot be said casually.

Even if you really want to complain about the emperor, you have to do it in private, not in front of so many people, right?

But although this person didn’t finish speaking, the unfinished meaning in the words was still heard by everyone.

Who can’t hear it?

This sour smell is almost breaking through the sky, okay?

As for whether other people are…actually sour, that’s why they can empathize so much, it’s hard to say.

Zhang Dianchen’s brows were slightly frowned, and his voice sank slightly: “Perhaps the fertilizer is a small profit, so what about the jacquard loom? “Nongsang Shiji” has been published for more than two months, and the jacquard loom is wonderful. Have you experienced it all?”

Among the scholars present, there is no poor family.

In this day and age, people from poor families cannot afford to read books. Those who can read, even if they are not from a powerful clan, but from a poor family, they still have a “family”, and their ancestors are more or less rich.

In short, it is absolutely impossible to be a poor and white family. Even if you can study, you can often only struggle at the bottom. After achieving certain achievements, life may be much easier, but it is too difficult to enter a circle like Zhang Dianchen’s.

At least for now, there is no such person at this stone appreciation feast.

So, in other words, everyone has a certain amount of financial resources.

People with financial means, when they discover such a wonderful thing as a jacquard loom, can they not think about trying it?

It is important to know that the principles of looms are often the same. Although the one recorded in Cheng Lingshu is only a cotton loom, it is also possible to use it as a silk loom with a slight adjustment of the specifications.

How about saying that the jacquard machine has epoch-making significance?

Zhang Dianchen once ordered the central part of the family to invite craftsmen to trial-produce the jacquard loom. After the loom is made, the effect is needless to say. In short, the silk cloth woven by the jacquard loom is something that can make a lot of money.

When Zhang Dianchen mentioned this matter, the voices of everyone present couldn’t help but become quieter.

There are still those who are unwilling, whispering: “Even if the jacquard loom is good, it has been made public and everyone can make it, so what’s the point?”

For new things, only monopoly can maximize the benefits!

But everyone present is not a businessman after all, and scholars still need some face.

Zhang Dianchen sighed: “Yes, not only the fertilizer, but also the jacquard loom, Cheng Yuzhi has also announced it.”

The profit of the loom is enough to make even the top aristocratic families jealous.

If it is not announced, if it is kept in the hands, and after development, it will not take many years for a powerful force that is as rich as an enemy to be created!

Unfortunately, the loom was announced. Without monopoly, everything is empty talk.

Zhang Dianchen said: “Cheng Yuzhi, so courageous! This person is willing to part with it, no wonder he can write a quatrain that is not afraid of being smashed to pieces, and wants to stay innocent in the world!”

Speaking of this, Zhang Dianchen secretly sighed.

When he was ordered by Emperor Wei to secretly make Cheng Ling famous, Zhang Dianchen actually felt a little envious in his heart.

Although knowing such a reputation is not necessarily a good thing, too high a reputation may also bring some unpredictable dangers! But Zhang Dianchen was still envious.

Scholar, what do you want? Isn’t it just a name before and after?

A certain person is not exempt from customs.

However, this time, after listening to Cheng Ling’s “Lime Yin” and repeatedly chewing the verses in his heart, Zhang Dianchen felt a little bit ashamed.

Although Cheng Yuzhi is young, he is very intelligent. “He” may have noticed the invisible crisis brought about by such a raging reputation.

Otherwise, how could the poem say “A raging fire burns as if waiting for nothing”?

And where did the phrase “I’m not afraid of being crushed to pieces”?

No need to say too much, a quatrain has already made it clear!

This poem not only chants things and aspirations, but also has the courage of a lonely hero.

When to be generous, how heroic!

At this moment, Cui Ming, who was standing next to Zhang Dianchen, also sighed suddenly.

Cui Mingdao: “Because Cheng Yuzhi was exceptionally promoted, we despised him. But I didn’t know that this person was full of integrity and generosity like a tragic song! This time, I was wrong, and I shouldn’t underestimate the world’s top scholars!”

Note: Lime Yin, author, Yu Qian of Ming Dynasty.

Thousands of hammers and thousands of hammers chisel out the deep mountains, and the fire burns like nothing.

Don’t be afraid of being smashed to pieces, and stay innocent in the world.

(end of this chapter)