Han Dao world

Chapter 1238
Yang Biao was very surprised, and quickly led Han into the seat. "Mr. Han also read my article?"

"Nowadays there is a printing workshop in the county, and the mansion newspaper is popular all over the world. How could I not know?" Han Rong smiled and said, "Wen Xian, to tell you the truth, I have a room in my house dedicated to storing mansion newspapers. Every day When I have free time, I read these articles for entertainment."

"If that's the case, why don't you see Han Gong's masterpiece?"

Han Rong shook his hand. "I'm old, and learning is just for self-entertainment, not seeking to be famous, and publishing articles will inevitably be suspected of being old."

Yang Biao's eyes flickered. "Then what is the purpose of Mr. Han's trip this time?"

"It's nothing serious, I just want to keep my ears quiet. Mr. Wen, you don't know that Liu Ziqi's disciples are whispering in my ears every day, making people uncomfortable."

Yang Biao nodded lightly.

When he learned of Han Rong's visit, he guessed Han Rong's intention.As the oldest living celebrity in Yingchuan, and a man who traveled with the emperor to the west, from officials to eunuchs, Han Rong seemed to be the spiritual leader of the opposition, enough to compete with Xun Yu.

When Xun Yu was unwilling to intercede for the Shi Xie brothers, begging Han Rong to come forward was almost the only choice.

But he knew the emperor's temper, and was very worried that Han Rong would run into a wall with the emperor, which would cause embarrassment between the emperor and his ministers.

"Is Mr. Han going to write a letter, or is he going to see you?"

"I want to read it first, and then publish an article on the Di Bao."

Yang Biao frowned and remained silent.

This is the choice he is most worried about. As Han Rong, once this article is published, the impact will not be small, and it may even arouse the response of Confucian scholars in all states and counties, which will put great pressure on the emperor.

"Wen Xian, you don't have to worry. Although I am old, I am not confused. I know what to say and what not to say."

Yang Biao sized Han Rong up and smiled. "Okay, I'll arrange someone..."

"You don't need to arrange it, I can just walk around."

Yang Biao thought about it and agreed.

Based on convenience, he arranged a small courtyard for Han Rong in Situ's mansion, sent someone to wait on him, and then wrote a memorial to inform the emperor of Han Rong's visit so that the emperor could make preparations.

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Wancheng Yinfang.

Mrs. Tang was sitting in the private room on the second floor, watching the scholars who were arguing fiercely in the court below through the window.

Xun Wenqian was sitting opposite, breastfeeding her child.

A few months ago, she gave birth to her second child, another son, who is as healthy and lively as Liu Tai.According to the previous emperor's idea, this child will be given to Hongnong King Liu Bian in the future, and he will be regarded as Mrs. Tang's child.

So during this period of time, she almost lived in Yinfang, allowing Mrs. Tang to get acquainted with the child.

"Did the Son of Heaven say when he would return?"

"I didn't say it, I guess it will take a while until the new policies of the four counties in the south of the Yangtze River are on the right track." Xun Wenqian said, "It's strange to say that this time the emperor is implementing the new policies in the south of the Yangtze River. Why didn't you invite my aunt to take care of the printing workshop?"

Madam Tang glanced at Xun Wenqian. "How difficult is it to manage the printing workshop, why should I go?"

"That's true. Auntie can be regarded as an important minister by the emperor's side. Naturally, she has to do some big things." Xun Wenqian said with a smile, and turned her head to glance at the debate scene downstairs. "This Nanyang Yinfang has surpassed the scale of Hedong and Chang'an Yinfang, and only the Yinfang of Jizhou and Yuzhou can compare. If one county is against one state, my aunt can be called a general."

Mrs. Tang gave Xun Wenqian a white look, got up and took from her arms the child who was full, yawning and wanted to sleep. "If you are in a hurry, go to the weaving workshop and stop gossiping here, it will make people upset."

Xun Wenqian covered her skirt and said, "I'm telling the truth. What's bothering you? Hey, who is that person? He looks familiar."

Mrs. Tang glanced back, and was also a little stunned. She walked to the window, looked carefully, and said with some uncertainty: "It seems to be Wuyang Han Gong, why is he here, and he is so energetic, it can't be... ..."

She turned her head to look at Xun Wenqian, and Xun Wenqian was also looking at her with unease in her eyes.

As a descendant of Ying Chuan's fourth chief, she naturally knew the importance of Han Rong.In terms of seniority, Han Rong is even more influential than her father Xun Yu, especially after Xun Yu gradually changed his mind and distanced himself from Yingchuan scholars.

Mrs. Tang thought for a while, and said to Xun Wenqian: "I'll go and find out, and then you send a message to the emperor to make him prepare. Han Gong has not traveled for a long time, and he suddenly came to Wancheng. There must be a reason."

Xun Wenqian nodded in agreement.

Mrs. Tang returned the child to Xun Wenqian, turned around and went downstairs, stood in the corner, and looked at Han Rong quietly.

Han Rong sat at the side, listening to people's debates with relish, and didn't pay attention to Mrs. Tang at all.He was dressed plainly, no different from ordinary scholars, except for his age, which attracted the attention of some people, he didn't cause much movement.

Most of the people present were young people, no one knew his identity, he was just an old man who came to see the excitement.

The question they were arguing about in the classroom was about a bridge, and there was a sketch drawn on the whiteboard beside it, which was an arch bridge.

The two argued over the pros and cons of the bridge.

Zhengfang said that this bridge connects the north and south of the Fiao River, which is convenient for travel and does not affect the passage of ships.

The opposing side said that although this bridge can connect the north and the south without affecting the passage of ships under the bridge, it was not well thought out at the time of the original design. The arch bridge came to make sense.

Han Rong knew about the Feishui, but he didn't know that there was a bridge over the Feishui.Thinking about the width of the Floating River, and looking at the single-arch bridge spanning both banks, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Can craftsmen in Wancheng build an arch bridge with such a large span?
Han Rong asked the audience in a low voice, and the audience took a look at Han Rong and smiled.

"Did the old man just arrive in Wancheng?"

Han Rong nodded. "Exactly."

"That's no wonder. This bridge was not built by the craftsmen of Wancheng. It was the result of Zhen Guiren and Shang Fang. It is said that some craftsmen from the Jiangwu Hall participated. In short, this bridge is my bridge. The representative of Dahan's most advanced bridge-building technology. If the old man is free, he must go and see it, as you can't see such a big bridge in other places."

"Master Zhen?"

"Well, the queens and nobles around the emperor are all good at their own specialties. Some are good at weaving and dyeing, and some are good at printing books. What this nobleman is good at is building bridges." The audience patted their thighs with envious expressions. "I heard people say that her ambition is to build a bridge on the big river, connect the east and west of the river, pick the reward from the emperor, and crack the soil to become a marquis."

Han Rong was even more surprised. "Women can also become marquises?"

The audience glanced at Han Rong and burst out laughing. "Don't the old man know that Ma Guiren next to the emperor is the Marquis? But she doesn't rely on building bridges, but on the battlefield. Tsk tsk, a woman can not only fight on the battlefield, but also decapitate and perform meritorious service. It really makes us wait for men. Shame."

(End of this chapter)