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There is a mailbox at the door of the General Military Mansion.

Anyone can post a letter inside, and no officials are allowed to open it for reading. Zhao Han will open it personally every ten days.

There were a lot of messy letters. Basically, Zhao Han only glanced at them and then threw them into the trash can for recycling. The paper-making materials for military and official tickets are mulberry paper and official waste paper. The waste paper from government offices in various places must be collected uniformly.

Occasionally, if there are meaningful letters, Zhao Han will ask his secretary to come over, record the contents of the letter properly, and then hand it over to the relevant yamen for processing.

Zheng Sen has come back and is sitting next to him to help open the letter: "The deposed North Korean leader in Jeju Island, his eyes were covered with lime, and he is almost completely blind, and his health is not good. Hu (Hu Dinggui) and Wang (Wang Yaochen) The general said that when the Shanghai navy is fully trained, they can go to Ganghwa Island to rob the deposed prince of Korea."

"We'll have to wait. Training the navy doesn't happen overnight." Zhao Han scanned the letter in two seconds and threw it into the trash can.

Zheng Sen added: "The horses on Jeju Island are too short and can barely be ridden. But on the battlefield, they will definitely not be able to outrun the tall horses. Two generals, please collect high-quality horse breeds as soon as possible."

"We can only make do with it for the time being." Zhao Han expressed helplessness.

Zhao Han is already collecting horse breeds. Governments in various places are willing to buy horses with a shoulder height of more than 1.3 meters at a high price. Although it is also very short, it is at least taller than the Jeju horse, which is better than nothing.

It is sheer nonsense to say that only one or two out of ten horses can be used as war horses.

As long as the shoulder height reaches a certain standard, all horses can be used as war horses. However, it must be fed carefully, and a large amount of concentrate must be fed. This feeding method is too luxurious for bad horses.

Therefore, when there are enough horses, the best ones are selected and taken care of carefully, while the rest are raised as draft horses.

When there is an extreme shortage of horses, you can even fight on mules... Zhang Xianzhong and Li Zicheng did this. Some old soldiers marched on mules, and they had to let the mules rest for a while.

Zhao Han was reading the letter and chatting with Zheng Sen. Suddenly he stopped talking while holding the letter.

Zheng Sen didn't even take a peek, he just lowered his head and continued to open the letter.

Zhao Han couldn't help but shake his head and smile while reading the poem in memory of Yu Qian. Liu Rushi's poems were clearly in a period of transformation.

Eleven years before Chongzhen, Liu Rushi's poetry works did not escape the stereotype of traditional courtesans.

But as the current situation became more and more corrupt, Liu Rushi's poems became more and more exciting, and even became angry and heroic.

"There are countless heroes in the world, but I, Yao Ming, are extraordinary. Songyang Sword Qi is also difficult to obtain, and Zhongtiao's career is slim... I want to ride on this swan in the clouds and view the five lakes with you with a smile."

"Zhengrong is undisciplined, generous and overbearing. When discussing world affairs, I have been hurt every time... Reading and hunting, I disdain the barbarians. I cherish this promise, and it will not be promoted for ten years. When I meet the king, I will always have endless weapons. Hide it. It’s so hard to reward a good friend, and I’ll always be disappointed in the middle of the night..."

"Your words are upright and unparalleled, and no one knows how to look after you. You were quite a hero back then, and you are still as fierce as this now. I sigh even more when I smell the dance, and the rivers and lakes are all racing. Even if there are many things in the world today, the emperor treats Yan Si very much."

"When a husband encounters trouble, it is easy to be able to do it. When he lifts up his arms and spurs, he is like a dragon. His body is handsome and quiet, supporting the wind. With a big feather on his waist and an arrow in his hand, he has great achievements and a leaping horse, which is said to be amazing... Qianqiu hangs down. The whole world is fighting over the name of your order. Alas, phoenixes are everywhere in the wild now, and sometimes they don’t recognize them like mountain phoenixes.”

"The Jun family has a strange strategy in Beihai, and Tu Si knows that he is very handsome. Once you are brave enough to hide yourself, there will be no suspicion in the world for three years... Great men and powerful men are not easy to come by. Great men and powerful men are not easy to come by. Why do you get it without my disciples?"

Just by looking at these lines, can you guess that they were written by a famous prostitute?

In another time and space, the country is broken, the sea is flowing, and the people are in ruins. When Liu Rushi wrote these poems, he probably imagined that he was a man, carrying a bow and riding a horse to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy in person.

It's a pity that she is just a famous prostitute. There are no heroes around her, only a literary master who is too cold.

After reading the poem in front of him, Zhao Han couldn't help but feel a little sad.

I'm afraid that Liu Rushi in this time and space would not be able to write such passionate poems, which were all forced by the violent social turmoil.

Better not!

Zhao Han found it quite interesting, so he copied a few poems to answer the question, and by the way, Liu Rushi's hand was used to express his expectations for the literati through poetry.

The two previous poems were not copied by Zhao Han casually. They both contained certain profound meanings.

Put it in a blank envelope, Zhao Han handed it to Zheng Sen and said: "Give it to Liu Yin, the official of Luling County Government's propaganda, education, science and culture."

Zheng Sen immediately went to run errands. He showed his waist card and came to the county government office and asked, "Who is Liu Yin?"

"Inside." A clerk pointed.

female?

When Zheng Sen went out with the army, Liu Rushi had just started working as an intern, so naturally she didn't know there was a strange woman in Luling County.

"But Liu Yin?" Zheng Sen went over and asked.

Liu Rushi stood up and said, "Exactly."

Zheng Sen handed over the letter and whispered: "Letter from the main town."

"Thank you." Liu Rushi was quite happy.

When I opened it and read it, I was stunned at first, and then smiled.

Zhao Han changed the name of the original poem, and the style of the entire poem immediately changed drastically.

"Forward to all of you"

The two immortals and Buddhas have not yet come together, and they only know that they are not peaceful alone in the night.

The wind is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with bad luck.

Nine out of ten people are worth looking down upon, and one is useless as a scholar.

Don't worry about the poems and turn them into prophecies. The spring birds and autumn insects make their own noises.

The meaning of the original poem is: I failed the exam and am in a bad mood. It's so damn miserable to be wandering around the world and bumping into walls everywhere. come on! Come on! Don't be discouraged, you will definitely meet someone who understands me.

Coupled with Zhao Han's identity, Liu Rushi was asked to give it to the scholars, and the meaning of the poem immediately became: You study poetry and books in vain, and you are full of talents and find it difficult to display them. This is all because you encountered a foolish king and a traitorous minister. As long as you do your job well, I will definitely make you shine here.

Liu Rushi thought about it carefully and already understood what Zhao Han meant.

She took the poem back to the rental house and handed it to Lin Xue: "Sister Tiansu, this poem was written by the general town and specially written for the scholars. Next time you attend the literary gathering, you can help spread it."

After reading it, Lin Xue couldn't help but sigh: "If this poem spreads to the north, I am afraid that countless scholars will abandon their homes and careers and run south."

"Indeed." Liu Rushi nodded.

Nine out of ten people are worth looking down upon, and one is useless as a scholar.

This sentence expresses the bitterness of scholars. Any scholar who has repeatedly failed in the imperial examinations or is depressed will cry bitterly after reading this poem.

They will regard Zhao Han as a confidant and a wise master they can rely on!

The New Year is just one month away, and many scholars have returned to their hometowns. Either work as an official honestly, or study mathematics and wait for the imperial examination in the future.

Qian Qianyi and Xie Sanbin stayed behind, taking the other scholars with them to hold literary meetings every now and then.

"Is Mr. Liu not here yet?" Xie Sanbin couldn't help but ask.

Lin Xue said with a smile: "She is from the government. She is busy with paperwork all day long and really has no time to attend cultural meetings."

Zhou Shichen, a Juren in Yixing, sighed: "Mr. Zhao is a hero, but he has three shortcomings. First, he divides the land of large households and his government is like a bandit; second, he uses scholars as officials, which makes the scholars feel bad; third, Using women as officials will seriously corrupt the ethics and education!"

"Brother Yinghou, be careful what you say!" the scholar next to him reminded.

Zhou Shichen said with a smile: "I only say that there are three things that are bad about the general town, and everything else is good. It is excellent if he is not guilty of his words. He is open-minded, and I only complain."

Zhou Shichen was an expert in poetry and painting, and he was from a wealthy family. How could he want to start as a small official?

There are many such people, and they are all full of complaints.

In the face of absolute power, the gentry were very weak. If they couldn't resist, they would just lie down.

Zhou Shichen's family was in peace, and he eagerly came to Jiangxi and asked to open a medical school and become an official. Failing to do any of these, he could only complain and be reluctant to leave Jiangxi and continue to wait for the opportunity to become an official.

Xiuning Juren Wu Wenli said: "The main town has its own political strategy. How can we change it? Alas, I will return to my hometown in a few days to serve as an official. You and I are both Juren, so we can go directly to the government to observe the government. I will definitely be an official next year. After three to five years, the county magistrate can also do it. If it were in the Ming Dynasty, we would have to work hard to take the Jinshi exam. I don’t know how long it will take to get the title. I have thought carefully these days, in fact, it is better to start from the official position, maybe we I will never be able to pass the Jinshi exam in this life."

"You are a lowly official! How can a scholar do this?" Zhou Shichen was heartbroken.

Qian Qianyi suddenly laughed and said: "Don't talk too much. Today's literary meeting will not discuss political affairs."

Lin Xue said: "Although Sister Liu did not come today, she asked me to bring a poem. I heard that the chief town asked her to deliver it to you."

Qian Qianyi was stunned and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Mr. Liu is very familiar with the main town?"

Lin Xue smiled and said nothing, deliberately making Qian Qianyi think too much.

Wu Wenli said: "Zongzhen is a true poet. The two poems he wrote before were both good. What poems did he write this time?"

Lin Xue took out what he copied and said: "Everyone, please take a look at it."

Xie Sanbin took it and recited: "Forward to all the gentlemen": Immortals and Buddhas are not yet complete, and they only know how to sing unpeacefully alone in the night... Do not worry about the poems and turn them into prophecies, and the spring birds and autumn insects make their own noises."

After all the scholars heard this, the whole place was silent for a moment.

Everyone, including Qian Qianyi, was deeply touched by this poem and recalled his own situation over the years.

"A hundred useless things are a scholar, a hundred useless things are a scholar..."

Wu Wenli pondered repeatedly, thinking of his mother, Cheng, who was widowed at a young age and raised him with all her heart. When I was a boy, I passed the examination as a scholar, and the villagers praised me as a prodigy. Later, he failed in the imperial examinations many times and was hopeless in the imperial examinations. He encountered obstacles everywhere and was looked down upon by others. After passing the examination, he gained respect, but he could not pass the Jinshi examination and could not fulfill his ambitions as an official.

The world is in chaos, the country is overthrown, and all I can do is watch. Isn’t it true that I am a useless scholar?

The wind is full of tragic songs, and the mud is stained with bad luck. These two sentences are more like a portrayal of his half-life, as if this poem was written by himself!

Wu Wenli stood up sadly: "The main town knows me, and I should also know the main town. Please take your leave. I have returned to my hometown to work as an official, so I won't waste time here with you."

"Farewell!"

Several more scholars got up and stopped attending the literary meeting. They all chose to go back to their hometowns to do things.

It is useless to lecture these people, a poem is enough to make them empathize.

Those who still refuse to leave after reading this poem are simply stubborn people!

Qian Qianyi's focus is on the relationship between Zhao Han and Liu Rushi. He was not afraid of not having an official position, but he was afraid of offending Zhao Han. It was not worth it for a woman.