The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 21: The Divine Man in the Mountain, with the courtesy name Shanbo (Please read on)
After these words were spoken, the person who spoke blushed and dared not speak.

This man is a low-ranking nobleman who is attached to the Ma family. He came here this time to carry Ma Junwen's sedan chair.

Xie Anshi is famous all over the world. If Ma Junwen's reputation can be improved, he will have a bright future.

Unexpectedly, Liang Yue had no regard for the dignity of the aristocratic family and exposed the hidden rules known to everyone.

Doesn't this kid know that this sentence will also block his own way?
"Liang Yue, sit here." Lu Qianzhi in the third row pointed to the seat next to him and smiled bitterly in his heart.

This plan was a failure. Not only did he not gain any benefits, but he also offended the gentry.

I really can’t carry him. Liang Yue’s qualifications are still a bit lacking.

Being strong without desire?

Xie Anshi savored this sentence carefully.

This is true. If I don’t have any demands on myself, then I’m just an old man in my sixties.

This person really came here for fun, without any other purpose.

But what does this kid's eyes mean? Is he like a juggling monkey? Is this new?
"I didn't say you can't bring it. Sit down."

"Thank you, Grand Tutor." Liang Yue brought Liu Jue and Shi Quanzi to an open space and sat down, not far from Xie Anshi.

The nobles look relaxed and unrestrained, but upon closer inspection, there are real tricks behind the scenes.

The middle and low-level gentry were generally on the periphery, belonging to the group that applauded and went along with the crowd. Occasionally they would say a few words to Xie Anshi, and it would be a great honor for them to be able to express their gratitude to him.

The position where Liang Yue sat was exactly the position for first-class aristocratic families, but Xie Anshi did not make any comment.

"Child, come here." Xie Anshi handed Liu Jue a peach.

"Thank you, grandpa."

This made some people secretly pinch their thighs. It turned out that the Taifu liked Kuangsheng. If he had known this earlier, he would have made preparations in advance. He also has children at home. Aren't they better than this guy?

Bao Qian set up an iron frame on the side.

Xie Qingzhi asked curiously: "Brother Liang, what is this?"

"A grill, for grilling."

The charcoal ignited and black smoke spread.

Then put lamb, pork skewers, fat, vegetables, etc. on it, spread the sauce, and the aroma will immediately fill the air.

Some people think it is chaotic and ungentlemanly.

Soon, the mutton was roasted and a skewer was given to Xie Anshi.

Xie Anshi ate a piece, nodded calmly, and said, "Yes, this thing goes well with wine."

"As long as the Grand Tutor likes it." Liang Yue gestured to Bao Qian to distribute it to everyone.

It seems that some online articles are false. Ancient great men would not have their eyes light up and their mouths water immediately after eating something they had never tasted before.

The others covered their mouths and ate it, echoing Xie Anshi.

"The scholars of the Han Dynasty were fond of cooking and feasting, which included roasting. Today we are experiencing the elegance of the Han Dynasty."

Due to the celebrity effect, barbecue grills became a must-have for scholars traveling around the world. The sauce recipe was also called Liuzhuang sauce (soy sauce), which can be regarded as one of Liang Yue's footprints in this world.

With the addition of Liang Yue and his group, the atmosphere became cheerful.

Seeing this scene, Liang Yue couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If only Yingtai were here."

When they were studying in Taihu Lake, they often went hiking and traveling.

Maybe next month, I can visit Yuzhang.

Later, Liu Jue fell asleep, and Liang Yue asked Bao Qian to take her home.

The group walked down the mountain.

Passing by Taihu Lake, Xie Anshi and Liang Yue chatted a lot.

In addition to literature, Liang Yue also dabbled in the Northern Expedition, military formations, and civil administration.

Others would occasionally interject, leaving only Liang Yue and Xie An to communicate.

Possessing wisdom from previous lives, knowing more is an advantage.

According to experts' calculations, the amount of information modern people receive in one day is the amount that ancient people received in their entire lives; if we change the subject to ancient scholars, the amount might be what they were exposed to in several years.

In addition, he has a photographic memory, and remembers all the information he has read before. In the eyes of others, he is no less than Zhuge Liang of the time.

Xie Anshi gradually began to look at this person differently.

Shi Quanzi was silent in the crowd, but when he heard Xie Anshi telling the story of the Northern Expedition, he pricked up his ears and listened attentively.

Xie Anshi admired Liang Yue's talent, so he spoke directly, "Would you like to go to the Northern Army to assist Xie Xuan? I recommend you as the military commander and the secretary of the Central Secretariat. I will let you show your talents in both civil and military affairs."

As soon as these words were spoken, the noisy voices quieted down.

The rest of the people were disheartened that today's first prize had been stolen by a poor family.

Lu Qianzhi nodded in approval. He had finally made it and was worthy of Liang Heng’s life-saving grace.

"I am only good at talking, not worthy of such a big responsibility." Liang Yue shook his head and refused.

I am very competitive. Too competitive. In my previous life, I wanted to overwhelm thousands of people with just one point. I also competed with others for jobs, but it did not benefit anyone and I was exhausted.

I want to change the way I live in this life.

He was not an indestructible god. If he was besieged by powerful crossbows, he would become a hedgehog. If he faced a group charge, the ever-bright flame would also be defeated. Moreover, he had handed over everything he knew to Liu Chong. In terms of leadership and personal charm, Liu Chong was first-class. The ideas and tips he passed on were enough to make him outstanding in military exploits and be appointed as a governor.

The Northern Expedition not only involves military affairs, but also requires dealing with all the stupid teammates on all sides without affecting the national strength. This is too brain-burning. If you take this job, you may not live to be fifty.

Leave the Northern Expedition to professionals.

The butterfly has flapped its wings, and the future will be better.

"So, Master, please seek help from someone else."

Liang Yue refused Xie Anshi's recruitment.

"Confused..."

“The opportunity was missed.”

"The poor are short-sighted."

Everyone was extremely surprised and cursed inwardly. Lu Qianzhi even pulled his beard off, thinking to himself that he was confused.

There were actually people who refused Xie Anshi's recruitment.

Who is Xie Anshi? Xie and Ma shared the world. A word of support from him could make anyone rise to prominence.

Xie Anshi laughed at himself and said, "Okay."

After that, the old man lost interest.

As everyone went down the mountain, Liang Yue lost the golden opportunity to rise to fame overnight and returned to the status of a poor commoner.

The aristocratic class was like a barrier. Wang, Xie, Yu, and Huan married each other, and those below them all married down. The other levels of aristocrats also intermarried in the same way.

Those who cross the river first will stick together, while those who cross the river later will be exploited.

Children from poor families have no status, and the common people are even worse than pigs and dogs.

The others kept a distance from Liang Yue. If Xie Anshi had not been there, someone would have driven them away.

Stopping by the lake, Xie Qingzhi supported Xie Anshi's old body and walked to the water's edge.

He looked haggard, his eyes were cold and sharp, and his mind gradually drifted away.

The smoke, clouds and mist of the East Mountain in Kuaiji are exactly the same as what I saw when I was enjoying myself.

Everything in the world is still there, but I myself am old.

Looking back on the past, Xie Anshi thought that he must have experienced great sorrow, but now he thinks of them as nothing more than ordinary things.

All my shortcomings and achievements will be buried with me. The only thing that makes me feel happy is that I have lived up to the expectations of my grandfather and father.

"What poems do you have?" Xie Anshi asked.

Now, the people who were unable to hold back were like roosters competing for beauty, and they all presented the poems they had prepared in advance.

Some are long and boring, full of praise for the grand gathering; at first glance, they follow the formula of the Preface to the Lanting Poems. Some describe Xie Anshi's life achievements and flatter him.

Some people pretend to be profound and express their aspirations by describing objects.

Xie Anshi showed approval on the surface, with no emotion in his eyes.

According to Liang Yue's perception, Xie Anshi's whole body was filled with deathly energy, which was a sign that he would not live long.

When it was Liang Yue's turn, someone saw him standing there in a daze, and hid aside, thinking that he was not good at poetry, so he asked, "Liang Changshi, do you have any poems to offer?"

Since I'm being forced to do this, I have to copy this poem even if I don't want to.

Just when he was about to compose a poem to deal with it, he saw the skinny old man in front of him, and his heart was moved, and he couldn't help chanting:

"This poem is called Persuading Drinking."

There is a reopening day, and no one is young.

When we meet and get drunk, why do we need anything delicious?

When this sentence came out, the elder was deeply moved, and there was a trace of reminiscence in Shi Quanzi's eyes.

Xie Anshi was absent-minded for a long time, then smiled and said, "Liang Yue, what is your ambition?"

"Live past eighty."

"Haha, what a great ambition. Do you have any words for it?"

"Replying to Taifu, there is still time for the ceremony of crowning and taking a given name in March."

"In that case, how about I give you a word?"

"The elders give it to me and I dare not refuse it."

"Yue means a high mountain. The immortal in the mountain is Shanbo. How about naming him Shanbo?"

"Liang Shanbo..."

This time it was Liang Yue's turn to lose consciousness.

Xie Anshi drove home.

Five days later, in the summer of the tenth year of Taiyuan, Xie Anshi fell seriously ill. His children and grandchildren asked for Qingliu Dan, but Xie Anshi refused and said with a smile: "Flowers may bloom again, but people will never be young again. Medicine cannot cure incurable diseases. This is fate."

He died suddenly at the age of 67 and was awarded the title of Duke of Luling and the posthumous name "Wenjing".

Liang Yue witnessed the end of an era.

(End of this chapter)