Traveling through the early Tang Dynasty starts with hanging

Chapter 245 Characters
The weather is getting warmer and spring plowing is starting. This is the busiest time of the year. From the emperor Zaifu to the common people, spring plowing is regarded as the top priority.

After all, this is an agricultural society, and farming will always be the most important thing on the land.

The villagers in Zhujiagou are so busy that even their half-grown children have to go to the fields to help. Li Shan... Hey, it’s actually a bit tricky, and I’m pretty good at this job!

It's a pity that no one is willing to let him go to the field. On the one hand, it is because of his status, and on the other hand, he is afraid that Li Shan will not help him.

Ma Zhou looked at the busy villagers in the field, "Bean planting at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings and the bean seedlings are sparse. Morning Xing sorts out the waste and filth, and takes the moon lotus back to hoe."

Li Shan didn't say a word, he could understand this poem, he started farming in the morning until night, and the result was still a waste material, with lush weeds and sparse bean seedlings... If you, Li Shan, were to go to the field, it would probably be in this state.

But Li Shan didn't say a word, mainly because he didn't know who wrote this poem...

Ling Jing, who happened to be returning home from Chang'an City, walked over, shook his head and said, "Mr. Wuliu has really returned to seclusion with this poem."

Oh, this time Li Shan knows, Mr. Wuliu, that is Tao Yuanming.

Tao Yuanming did this kind of thing... Farming is a waste!
Ling Jing looked around and saw a few cattle being led to plow up the hard soil with great effort. Farmers with hoes followed behind and smashed the clods of soil. The fields were full of bent-over farmers.

"No matter the big things, you are really caring about such things." Ling Jing commented with a smile: "It snowed heavily around New Year's Day, and the livestock in the village froze to death. If you hadn't tried every means to buy a few suitable cattle, I'm afraid the spring plowing might not be in time. .”

Li Shan shook his head, "The so-called plan for a year lies in spring. Spring plowing is not a big deal. What else is a big deal?"

"Could it be that the battle for the heir apparent is a major event?"

"Could it be that intrigue is the big deal?"

Ma Zhou held back a smile, he felt that Li Shan and Ling Jing had been together for a long time, and they were really close friends.

Ling Jing was not angry, but nodded slightly, and asked casually: "Fang Xuanling asked you today... It is said that he asked for paper that day. Is it a long poem?"

Li Shan's attention was still on the field. He saw inexplicably that a farmer was leading an ox at the end of the field, removed the plow, turned around while leading the ox and changed the position, and put the plow back on...it was very troublesome.

Can't you just turn around and turn around?
"Yuefu poems." Li Shan was recalling in his mind what the plow behind the tractor looked like back then, and said in his mouth: "The list will be released in a few days, let's talk about it then."

Ma Zhou was very surprised, "You can also write Yuefu poems?"

Li Shan came back to his senses, thought for a while and said: "It's not the old style, not Han Yuefu poetry."

The three of them looked at the field for a while, the sky was getting dark, and the farmers were gradually finishing their day's work. On the way back, they either saluted Li Shan respectfully, or greeted Li Shan affectionately.

Without the ten scalpers that Li Shan bought through his relationship, God knows how much time it would take to rely on manpower alone.

And usually starting from the spring plowing, every household has to carefully calculate the stored grain, so as not to fail to pick up before the autumn harvest, but this year it is much more abundant, and the villagers have benefited from the Dongshan Temple industry, and every child in the family has received rations from the Li family.

How not to be grateful to Dade?
"Baa..." A big yellow cow shook its head and flicked its tail, and suddenly something fell off its butt, Xiao Shitou's eyes lit up, and he trotted over to carefully pick up the cow dung.

Li Shan thought about it in his heart. In fact, last year he was thinking about it... Compared with the farming of later generations, the farming of this era is really too extensive.

It’s not that they don’t do their best, but it’s a matter of technical content... For example, the villagers also use farmyard manure, but they don’t know how to retting it, so the fertility can’t be fully utilized, and today’s plow tool really surprised Li Shan. turn.

However, now at least in Zhujiagou, there is no fear of famine, Li Shan thought, let's wait a little longer, he has made so much trouble in Shandong, Yuhuchun is famous, and this scientific expedition is likely... I need to be quieter.

It is necessary to become famous, but there must be a degree... For example, Yuhuchun was targeted this time.

On the way home, Li Shan kept silent all the time, guessing in his heart whether his Yuefu poem could touch the other party's mood... It has been ten days since the exam, and there is no news at all.

Ling Jing and Ma Zhou on the side talked about poems and fus with great interest, and even recited several poems in succession... Uh, Li Shan has no impression at all.

That's right, Ma Zhou is not the kind of person who is famous for his poems and prose, and Ling Jing... Sorry, Li Shan doesn't know this person at all in later generations.

Walking along the small road paved with bluestone slabs to the west of the village, you can see that the apricot blossoms are in full bloom at the foot of the mountain. Looking around, there is smoke and clouds everywhere, which is a grand scene.

Ling Jing smiled and said, "Huairen, such a beautiful scene deserves a poem."

Suddenly there was a cry from around, and the voice was full of excitement. Several old people came out of the house in three steps and two steps, looking up at the sky.

"It's raining!"

"It's raining, it's raining!"

In fact, in this era, there is no shortage of water in Guanzhong, but for farmers, a rain during the spring plowing period can play a key role... That's why the saying, spring rain is as expensive as oil.

The first thing Li Shan thought of was "the light rain on Tianjie is as soft as crisp, and the grass looks far away but there is nothing near it", but the last two sentences "it is the best spring of the year, it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the emperor's capital" do not match.

The spring breeze was blowing, and the drizzle was coming. Li Shan didn't have time to cover it, his face was wet, and he was about to quicken his pace, but suddenly he stopped and said with a smile: "I only got a few words."

Ling Jing and Ma Zhou hadn't opened their mouths yet, they only heard the voice behind them, "It's raining apricot blossoms that make your clothes wet, and the wind from willows blows on your face."

Ling Jing's cheeks bulged, and he turned his head to look at the large apricot blossoms in bloom, and then at the sprouting willows on both sides of the road...

"It's...not bad." Ma Zhou managed to find a few words, "It's quite appropriate to describe the scene like this, but it's a pity that the two lines of the poem..."

Li Shan's mouth moved... Where's your face? !

good?

The poems that can be remembered by Li Shan... are all famous poems left for future generations.

Ling Jing cast a contemptuous look, "Just these two sentences are enough to be handed down to the world."

The three of them walked back to Li's house silently in the drizzle. Mrs. Zhou, Xiaoman and the two maids were busy wiping the rainwater, drying their hair, changing their clothes, and bringing ginger soup to drive them away from the cold.

"The rain of apricot blossoms makes my clothes wet, and the wind of willows blows on my face." Ling Jing chanted it several times, then sneered, "No more hiding your clumsiness?"

"I've been forced to go to the Jinshi Department, and I can't hide it even if I want to..."

"Is it the work of your lord?" Xiaoman smiled coquettishly and snuggled up to him, "My family knows your lord's talent."

Li Shan sighed, to tell the truth, he really didn't intend to become famous for his poetic talent, he was really forced!

But now that we are forced to the corner, we have to arrange the characters in advance... The two poems on the wine bottle before, as well as the present and the future are all deliberately done by Li Shan.

Hey, some of the inventory will eventually be thrown out.

Without throwing away a few good poems, how can I prove whether the one on the test paper was written by me?
Did it come from me?
Of course, absolutely, definitely!
However, in private, there is no need for those full-length... fragmented sentences are enough to fool people.

Li Shan couldn't help lamenting for some people in his heart...such as Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Meng Haoran, Lu You, Su Shi, He Zhizhang...the list is a bit long.

(End of this chapter)