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Chapter 26 Zhang Yanghaotong Cares for the Ancients
The station here is called Majuer Station.

As the name suggests, this place used to be a horse farm, which was specially used for the Mongolian army to graze and raise horses. Because there is Xianhaizi here, but there is a sweet spring in the middle of Xianhaizi, and sweet water gushes out, so a post was built here.

It is said to be a post station, but it is actually a dozen tents.

Behind the tent, there are some cattle and sheep pens and stables. The mastiffs at the station are barking wildly. A convoy of more than ten people is stuck in the mud. The head of the Dayuan household department, Shanxi Hanguan Jia Lu, is rolling up his trouser legs I followed the Han people with myself, and a few Mongolian herdsmen, pushing the cart with great difficulty. Unfortunately, the things pulled by this cart were too heavy to be pushed out.

The horses pulling the cart were all pried up and floating in the air, their hooves swaying helplessly.

Chen Sijiu and Peng Yingyu were called over.

Mongolia Yicheng pointed to the carriageway: "You two, help lift this carriage, this Han official Jialu has a lot of money, he will reward you later, he also brought a lot of corn, you will have food .”

Chen Sijiu was speechless, brother, your feelings are borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.

He glanced at the Han official Jia Lu, who was going to see the excitement first, but he saw that Jia Lu was only about 30 years old, with a good appearance, like a scholar, but he was not particular about it. He rolled up his trouser legs, rolled up his sleeves, and a few The entourage and the Mongolian herdsmen here struggled to lift the carriage, and there seemed to be a huge stone tablet in the carriage.

"What monument is this thing?"

Chen Sijiu couldn't help asking.

At this time, Jia Luyu shook his hands, pulled out his legs and feet from the mud rut, and looked at Chen Sijiu. Seeing that Chen Sijiu was tall and slender, with a hulking back and a huge bow on his back, he couldn't help but take a few more glances. , cupped his hands and said: "Strong man, this thing is a stele written by Han Yu in the Tang Dynasty."

"Han Yu's inscription?"

Chen Sijiu looked at the carriage. The stone tablet on the carriage weighed at least two hundred catties, and seemed to be a temple monument.

In the Tang Dynasty, Han Yu's calligraphy was a great achievement. A piece of embellishing brush was very valuable, and there were many people asking for it. This stone tablet seems to be a wealthy businessman named Wang Xiude who built a temple in the Tang Dynasty. I specially invited Han Yu to write the Temple Record Stele. Although the content is not obvious to the literature and history, the inscription on the stele is very vigorous.

"Since you are going to Shangdu, what are you doing with this stele?"

Chen Sijiu asked curiously.

Seeing that his tone was sincere and seemed to be knowledgeable, Jia Lu said, "I heard that Mingzong's eldest son, Tuohuan Timur, practiced calligraphy a lot in Guangxi. This stele can be seen by the emperor."

Only then did Chen Sijiu come to his senses.

The relationship is to make a special trip to create a piece of Han Yu's inscription, to flatter the new emperor.

He smiled, but this is my Tang character after all, Tuo Huan Timur is a foreign emperor, if he is really interested in this Tang script, it will be a good thing, at least the Han people in Dayuan can live better.

He put down the giant horned bow and Mo Dao behind his back, took off his boots, and ordered the Han followers and the Mongolian herdsmen to get out of the way, and stepped forward, holding the stone tablet in his arms, his hands heavy, gradually reaching his waist stomach, suddenly sank his waist, and shouted: "Get up!"

The stele creaked, and it was picked up by Chen Sijiu directly, and the horse pulling the cart fell to the ground. With a yell, he carried the stele on his shoulders, his eyes sparkled, and he took steps slowly, carrying the stele more than a dozen times. After a few steps, he reached a place where the ground was hard, and shouted behind him: "Come on, pull an ox cart. This thing weighs more than two hundred catties. It's really hard for a horse to pull it."

Jia Lu's eyes flashed strangely, and he sighed, "Unexpectedly, our Han family has such a brave man."

When he came back to his senses, he quickly arranged for his entourage to drive an ox cart over to install the stele.

Chen Sijiu put the stele on the ox cart, clapped his hands and turned around with a smile, "Lord Jia Lujia? I heard from the post office here that you have a lot of money and rice, can you give me a meal of wine and food?" "

Jia Lu laughed loudly and said: "It's ashamed to say, Jia has been elected twice, but he didn't get an official position. Afterwards, Nasu Duo was recommended to be an official in the Yuan Dynasty. Naturally, there is food and drink."

Chen Sijiu said in his heart, there is another theory.

They didn't exchange greetings at the moment, they walked into a large tent in the station together with Jia Lu, Jia Lu ordered someone to fetch water, used hay and cow dung as firewood, and boiled a pot of tea soup for Chen Sijiu to chat about trivial matters.

The Jia Lu family was originally from a wealthy family in Shanxi. There have been medical craftsmen in the family for generations. He himself knows a little bit about medicine, but Jia Lu prefers to study. Unfortunately, Da Yuan is very unfriendly to the Han people. He failed to get an official position, and finally, as a big Nasu family in the county, he was recommended by the Semu official to Dadu as a small clerk in the household department. He also heard that Tuohuan Timur, the new emperor of the Great Yuan Dynasty, was about to ascend the throne, so he collected some cultural treasures and brought a few stunning beauties to present to the new emperor.

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and greeted the several stunning beauties he had brought to come in and drink with him.

Jia Lu is a big family in Shanxi, so he naturally understands the preferences of Mongolian dignitaries and seductive officials. The selected ones are Datong mothers-in-law and aunts.

Jia Lu pulled a fair-skinned woman with a cool and pleasant appearance and said: "This woman's name is Cheng Yining. She is a daughter from a wealthy family in Shanxi. She is proficient in poetry and songs. You can also practice miscellaneous songs and scripts. Yining, come over to have a drink with Chen Daochang Have fun."

Dayuan has an open atmosphere, especially northern women, who are not coy. Influenced by Mongolian women, women also drink alcohol.

Chen Sijiu saw that Cheng Yining had a handsome appearance, although his figure was exquisite and curvy, his slender place was like a lotus and tender horns, and his stalwart place was like waves gathering, but he had a face of pure heart, no desires and no desires, according to the words of the second master Say, what's your name, devil figure, loli face.

He stared blankly for a few seconds, and hurriedly gave up half of the seats, asking Cheng Yining to sit down.

There were beautiful and pleasant people serving wine and having fun around everyone, so they couldn't help talking about the current situation in Dayuan and the situation of scholars in Dayuan.

After a few glasses of wine, Jia Lu seemed to be drinking too much. When he mentioned this, he put down his glass and sighed: "Whether it is miscellaneous songs or imperial decrees, Dayuan uses plain Chinese and uses simplified characters more. Confucianism is not highly valued, and I, Jia Lu, can now get a head of the household department, but I got it by flattering my horse and welcoming the Mongolian superiors, to be honest, I donate a lot of money to the superiors every year."

He wasn't ashamed, and seemed to think it was a common thing.

Looking back, Jia Lu said: "But I bribed the superiors to do things for the common people. If there are no Han officials in the Yuan Dynasty, the world will be in chaos!"

With a painful expression in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said: "Zhang Yanghao is my best friend. He has devoted his whole life to helping the people of Sisi. Can't help him!"

"How talented is Ma Zhiyuan? Zeng Longlou offered poems to the great emperor, but got a small official who settled accounts for the Mongols. There is no shortage of talented Han officials in my Great Yuan Dynasty. Unfortunately, none of them can be reused. The court is full of flattery and sycophants. Everyone is corrupt, if I, Jia Lu, are not greedy, I will only end up in the same fate as Zhang Yanghao and Ma Zhiyuan, and die in depression!"

Da Yuan was not convicted by words, and Da Yuan was famous for his lenient sentence.

Many punishments in the Song Dynasty have been cancelled, and a lot of money can be exempted from guilt.

As for literary inquisition, anti-poetry does not exist in Dayuan, because Mongolian Dalu Huachi and Semu officials can't understand anti-poetry at all. Even Emperor Yingzong of Dayuan, who likes to appoint Han officials the most, reuses Zhao Mengfu and other Han officials. Chaoqun also has only a half-knowledge of Chinese poetry.

Chen Sijiu saw him revealing his true feelings, and thought in his heart, isn't he afraid of the rebellion of scholars by Da Yuan's behavior?
But after thinking about it, if the scholars in Dayuan could succeed, they would have done it long ago. The reason why they dare not now is because the Yuan Dynasty could mobilize millions of soldiers at least, and the major Mongolian princes, nobles and princes in the local area all supported them. There are tens of thousands of soldiers, and scholars can only rely on warriors when they think about things.

"Lord Jia Lu, I am sad that the places where the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled, all the palaces and palaces have been turned into dirt, which is better than the Qin and Han Dynasties that have been turned into loess. Although the territory of the Great Yuan is as far away as the Han and Tang Dynasties, can it be strong for a hundred years?"

"Sooner or later..."

Before Chen Sijiu could finish his sentence, Jia Lu said angrily, "No, Da Yuan can't be messed up!"

"I, the people of the Yuan Dynasty, the people of the Han family are already suffering. If the world is in chaos again, it will be the people at the bottom who will suffer. The people who thrive will suffer, and the people who will perish will suffer. Rebuilding, I don’t know how many poor people will die, there were hundreds of millions of people in Dajin, Song, Xixia, and Dali, but now the population of Dayuan is less than 5000 million, how many casualties?”

His face was flushed, he picked up a glass of wine, and murmured: "The Great Yuan can't be chaotic, the people are innocent, the common people are innocent, Zhang Yanghao's care for the ancients is vivid in his eyes, and his words are still in his ears..."

Chen Sijiu pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes flickering.

Different ways do not conspire with each other, but Jia Lu, even though he is corrupt, is still a good official who cares about the people.

It's a pity, whether the world is chaotic or not, it doesn't count if you Jia Lu says it, and I, Chen Sijiu, don't count...

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

God has the final say...

　Little knowledge: In the late Yuan Dynasty, several emperors had good calligraphy. The great calligrapher Zhao Mengfu was a Han official in the Yuan Dynasty.

　　
　
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