Chapter 835: The Master Is Always There

Daliang and the demon clan in the north have started fighting again, but in the south behind the Great Wall in the north, there is still peace and no smoke.

Many years actually.

In the first few years after the founding of Daliang, the people still had some lingering fears. After all, they had experienced the evil disasters of the Daqi Dynasty that people don't want to remember anymore. However, with the construction of the Great Wall in the north, more than half of Daliang was built every year. All the taxes were sent to the north. In fact, the people were relieved. Although there were wars outside the Great Wall from time to time, and the young men of the family also went to the battlefield from time to time, those extremely vicious monsters could not cross the Great Wall after all, right?

There is a small town called Baishu Town, which is only a few hundred miles away from the Great Wall in the north. The population has been declining over the years, and there are not many people in the town anymore.

The school teacher in the town, whose surname is Su, is young.

Mr. Su originally planned to travel to Daliang and write a travel diary, but he did not expect that after passing through Baishu Town, he would never leave this town again. After staying as a teacher, he lived in poverty, but he was still happy. in it.

These days, the war started again in Mobei. Although there was no recruitment notice posted again at the General's Mansion, he also saw with his own eyes that almost half of the few young people here went north. Before these people left the town, Many people came to the school in person and said a lot to Mr. Su.

From now on, I will ask Mr. Su to teach my child. If he is disobedient, he can be beaten and scolded as he pleases. But if the child grows up in the future and has his own ideas, he will still be willing to go to the battlefield rather than become a scholar. Please also ask Mr. Su, please don't stop me.

Mr. Su had mixed feelings in the face of so many people's instructions, and in the end he could only agree to them one by one. But from the bottom of his heart, he still didn't understand why these people thought so. Did they really not think about themselves at all?

So these days, apart from normal classes and teaching, what Mr. Su actually reads the most is the Di newspaper that the county government has stocked over the years.

It’s just that the more I look at it, the more confused I feel, and I really can’t think clearly.

Today, Mr. Su had a day off, so he became more interested. He moved a small clay stove under the eaves and started to warm wine and enjoy the snow. The crazy scholar beside him always sat quietly on one side, watching the heavy snow quietly, regardless of whether it was It's not like heavy snow falls on your head and you get a head full of snowflakes.

Mr. Su stood up and handed over a bottle of wine, but the latter remained unmoved and didn't even reach out to take it.

It was not the first day for Mr. Su to deal with people, so he was used to strange things. He didn't think about the trouble he had suffered. Instead, he turned around happily, sat in front of the clay stove, and took a sip of warm wine. He hummed comfortably.

After that, Mr. Su started to read the Di newspaper again and frowned.

At this moment, there happened to be a cold wind, and the pile of newspapers beside him was blown by the wind, and moved sideways towards the crazy scholar over there.

The crazy scholar who was still motionless suddenly reached out to catch a newspaper and read it a few times. His eyes, which were originally full of confusion, briefly regained clarity.

"What are you thinking about?"

The crazy scholar glanced at the newspaper in his hand, stood up on his own initiative, went to sit down in front of the clay stove, and then picked up the wine and took a sip.

Mr. Su was startled at first, and then a little happy. He had seen the crazy scholar in front of him sometimes sober and sometimes crazy. He knew that this scholar was very knowledgeable, but he also knew that there was no telling how long he would be awake. So I quickly raised my doubts and spoke quickly because I was worried that I would soon lose the hard-won opportunity.

The crazy scholar glanced at Mr. Su and said calmly, "It's quite simple."

After saying this, the crazy scholar began to ramble on, analyzing the current scene in New Liuzhou from the very beginning.

In recent years, New Liuzhou has been said to have exchanged one state's life for half of the Liang Dynasty's treasury. Many people mentioned this and couldn't help but murmured a few words, saying that this matter actually makes no sense. Every year For conscription, just let each of the Liang and Jiuzhou produce some young men. In this way, there is no need for half of the imperial court's treasury money to go to the new Liuzhou every year.

It’s just that everyone with a discerning eye knows that after the young men from Xin Liuzhou go to the battlefield, they will definitely work harder than the young men from other Daliang Jiuzhou. After all, the other young men from Daliang feel that they go to the battlefield to defend the country, but they can’t actually protect the family. , but the young men of New Liuzhou truly know that we work together to protect our country.

After all, once the Great Wall of the North is broken, New Liuzhou will be the first to suffer.

Even if Daliang recovers and gradually regains its lost ground, New Liuzhou is destined to be devastated.

At that time, the country will still be there, but the home will be gone.

Most of the things in the world are satisfactory to the majority of people, but should this be the case for the small number of people who are sacrificed and the small number of people who are not taken seriously?

I don’t know how others can’t see it, but at least in today’s Daliang, it’s not possible.

Otherwise, Emperor Liang would not have issued several decrees for New Liuzhou after he ascended the throne. Among them, the monthly salary of teachers in New Liuzhou was paid by the imperial court. Children of ordinary families in New Liuzhou only need to choose the nearest school to study. That's it. Everything else is fine.

Don't worry.

Apart from this matter, the taxes in New Liuzhou have been reduced and reduced since the first year after Emperor Daliang ascended the throne. By about ten years of Tianjian, the taxes that New Liuzhou had to pay were already less than half of those in the other eight states in Daliang.

In addition to these, there are many measures that are beneficial to people's livelihood, almost all of which were finalized during the reign of Emperor Liang.

A dynasty, no matter what it wants to do, no matter what measures it takes, actually needs a long time of discussion and repeated consultations with court officials. But when the Daliang Emperor set the tone, it was the method that the national teacher had prepared in advance. The Daliang Emperor just took a look and agreed to all of it. Later, he issued an edict to make the matter a reality. It was not the turn of the court officials to express their opinions.

At that time, it was probably one of the first few times that the Daliang Emperor forced the emperor to abdicate after he ascended the throne. However, even so, those court officials knelt outside the palace gate and died without seeing the Daliang Emperor.

Of course, after this incident, the tone of His Majesty the Emperor in the hearts of the court officials was set.

In the more than 200 years of the Daliang Dynasty, there have been many benevolent monarchs and wise rulers, but such a heroic ruler is the first one after Emperor Taizu Gao and Emperor Taizong.

There is even some meaning of being better than the master.

These methods of His Majesty are seen by ordinary people as means of buying people's hearts, but the price is too high to change the hearts of the people of a state, but only a few people know that by doing these things, His Majesty wants to tell the people of Daliang what you have done for Daliang, and Daliang has seen it all, so don't be disappointed.

At this point, the crazy scholar glanced at Mr. Su who was still in deep thought, and said softly, "If you treat people with sincerity, the people will naturally be grateful and want to repay you."

"There are heroes in the history books, but at the same time, they are heroes, and they can be so compassionate to the people and benevolent. Just from this point of view, I don't think that Emperor Lingzong's choice of Prince Yiwen as his successor is better than His Majesty the Emperor now."

Mr. Su came back to his senses and asked softly, "Then according to your opinion, can the emperor make the people and court officials grateful?"

Crazy The scholar smiled and said, "Yes, but what is needed is that the court officials are all honest and upright, and do not think about themselves."

Mr. Su sighed and said, "That seems not easy. Perhaps only at the beginning of the founding of the country will there be such a situation."

The crazy scholar nodded, drank a sip of hot wine, and smiled, "Confucianism says that we should share the world with scholars. In the past few years of Daliang, it was like this, but when it comes to His Majesty the Emperor, it is necessary to share the world with the people of the world."

Mr. Su asked, "Which is better?"

The crazy scholar shook his head, "It's hard to say."

Mr. Su said, "Oh," and also drank a sip of wine.

The crazy scholar smiled and said, "But as long as the person sitting on the throne can choose any one of them, it will be difficult for the country to perish. This should be true."

Mr. Su moved his lips and was about to speak, but the crazy scholar said to himself, "But in today's world, sharing the world with the people is probably the best."

As a scholar, Mr. Su frowned slightly. Although he was a little dissatisfied, he never spoke, just kept silent.

The crazy scholar said, "If we don't treat the people like this, then the north can't be defended. The civil officials of this dynasty have always complained that the emperor values ​​military power over culture, but in this world, it can only be like this. The demons in the north are eyeing us covetously. Even if we want to live a good life without interfering with each other, we have to ask the other party to agree. In fact, even if we sign an agreement, it is meaningless. Nothing in the world can remain unchanged. It is the superiors who should be prepared for a rainy day."

The sword can be in the sheath, but when you really want to draw the sword, you have to be able to draw it.

Mr. Su sincerely admired, "Mr. Su's knowledge is beyond my reach. It is my great honor to live under the same roof with you!"

The crazy scholar didn't say anything, just raised his head to drink. A pot of wine was soon empty.

The wine was not a good wine. Compared with the wines that the crazy scholar drank in his early years, it was actually a world of difference. However, drinking this wine, the crazy scholar was calm.

Sudden peace of mind, casual

Mr. Su looked at this crazy scholar who must have had a brilliant past, but he didn't know what he had experienced to become what he is today. A touch of sympathy and regret flashed in his eyes.

If this crazy scholar was not crazy, would there really be a scholar who could be recorded in the history books?

"Su dares to ask, what exactly is the reason for your confusion?"

Mr. Su really wanted to see the crazy scholar in front of him return to normal. Although he knew that he had almost no ability, he wanted to try.

The crazy scholar didn't reply for a long time. When Mr. Su looked at the crazy scholar again, he found that his eyes were dull again. Obviously, after saying these things,

this scholar who was not always sober was crazy again.

Mr. Su sighed and didn't know what to say.

At this time, someone knocked on the school gate. Mr. Su listened carefully and confirmed that it was indeed a knock. Then he got up and went to the courtyard gate. He opened the gate. A half-grown child saluted seriously, followed by an old gentleman with gray hair.

Judging from his dress, he was undoubtedly a scholar.

The half-grown child smiled and said, "Mr. Su, we were just playing snowballs outside and met this old gentleman. The old gentleman said he wanted to come to the school to have a look, so I brought him."

Mr. Su took a look at the old gentleman and quickly took the initiative to salute. Since he confirmed that the other party was a scholar and was much older than himself, he naturally had to perform the younger generation's etiquette.

The old gentleman took the initiative to say, "I came here all the way here for the smell of wine."

Mr. Su said with shame, "I warmed up a few pots of wine, but it's not a good wine. If you don't mind, come and have a drink."

The old gentleman was not polite and smiled and said, "That's great."

The kid saw that Mr. Su was not angry, so he stopped lingering and quickly ran away. It snowed heavily today, and several guys had already shouted that they wanted to fight with him. The kid was not afraid, but just wanted to let them know that he was not afraid of anyone in Baishu Town when it came to snowball fights!

The old gentleman followed Mr. Su into the courtyard of the school, and when he came under the eaves, he saw the crazy scholar.

Mr. Su noticed this and smiled bitterly, "He is also a scholar, but he must have something in his heart that he can't think about, so he went crazy, but he would be sober occasionally. When he is crazy on weekdays, it's not a big deal, just sitting quietly, old gentleman, don't worry."

The old gentleman nodded, but didn't say much, but sat down in front of the clay stove, and was not polite, picked up a pot of wine and drank it.

Mr. Su didn't mind the old gentleman's familiarity. His knowledge was not very sophisticated, but he had a very good temper. No matter what kind of temper he had, he could get along well.

After Mr. Su sat down, he took the initiative to ask, "Where are you from, old sir?"

The old sir said calmly, "Where is this place?"

Mr. Su frowned, but soon figured it out. The old sir in front of him asked about where, probably asking whether it was his hometown or where he usually lived.

Mr. Su said softly, "It seems that the old sir has been away from home for many years."

The old sir drank and said to himself, "That's right. When I was young, I always wanted to meet more great scholars and know more about the saints, so I went out to study. After a lifetime of wandering around, I didn't go back to my hometown many times."

Mr. Su nodded. He could understand this kind of thing. As long as the scholars in the world have ideas in their hearts, they are probably like this. Going out to study is not a special thing.

"I think the old sir has been to many places and read many books?"

Mr. Su asked, while picking up a pot of wine.

"I haven't been to many places, but I have read a lot of books."

The old sir glanced at the crazy scholar on the side and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Mr. Su smiled and said, "Then the old gentleman can be regarded as a real scholar? Have you ever been an official?"

"No, I studied when I was young, and later taught. I probably only did this thing in the second half of my life."

The old gentleman rubbed his beard, as if he was not very satisfied.

Mr. Su looked at the old gentleman he met by chance, and said with a smile, "I think the old gentleman must have many proud disciples in his life?"

The old gentleman nodded, but did not say much, as if there was really no particularly satisfactory disciple worth talking about.

Mr. Su did not ask further. As a teacher, he also knew that he might be able to teach a few good disciples in his life, but it was not necessarily that those disciples were the best in the eyes of the world.

Seeing that the snow outside was getting stronger and stronger, Mr. Su couldn't help asking, "Old sir, are you going out alone? At this age, why are you running around outside? Your body can't compare with that of young people. You should take care of your body."

The old man glanced at Mr. Su and smiled, "The last time I listened to others' advice was about sixty years ago."

Mr. Su smiled bitterly and said, "That's what I said. If you think what I said is unreasonable, just ignore it."

The old man didn't answer this question, but said, "I've been I have accepted many disciples. Some of them were unlucky and died early. Some of them were rebellious, but none of them refused to recognize me as their teacher. At my age, I have no children. What else can I hope for? I just hope that my students can have a promising future. Even if they don’t, they can live a stable and happy life. Unfortunately, there is a bastard who can’t get up after encountering a little trouble and wants to lock himself up. Do you think I, as a teacher, can’t worry about such a guy? "

Mr. Su

was stunned and didn’t know what to say for a while.

The old gentleman narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "You obviously didn't do anything wrong. If you really did do something wrong, it was just a matter of one thought. If you did something wrong, it was wrong. Just change it. What's the matter? The teacher who treats you as his son on weekdays really doesn't care? As for the family affairs, the family did something wrong, and you didn't participate in it. Why can't you get over it? If you really want to say what relationship you have with the family, it's just the same surname."

The old gentleman's chattering made Mr. Su confused and really couldn't understand.

The old gentleman took a few sips of wine and suddenly cursed, "The scholar surnamed Zhou said that he was not stained by mud, so why can't you be that lotus flower?!"

The old gentleman's sudden anger scared Mr. Su, but the teacher was not dissatisfied. Instead, he felt a little sympathetic to the old gentleman in front of him. It seemed that he was thinking of a disciple he liked very much at this moment, and even had great expectations for that disciple, but later things went against his wishes.

Mr. Su gently advised, "Old gentleman, just do your best. Everyone has their own way to go. Who cares so much?"

The old gentleman was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled and said, "Okay, okay, everyone has their own way to go!"

Mr. Su didn't know if what he said was wrong, but he didn't know what to say at this moment. In the end, he could only look at the old gentleman in front of him and sigh.

Every family has its own troubles, and everyone has troubles.

The old gentleman was silent for a moment, looked at the teacher in front of him, and didn't speak for a long time.

Mr. Su hesitated for a moment and asked, "Old gentleman, that student is the most proud disciple of the old gentleman?"

The old gentleman shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. It's just that I spend the longest time with me, and I spend the most energy on him."

Mr. Su thought for a while and said, "Then the old gentleman went out this time just to find that student and talk to him from the bottom of his heart?"

The old gentleman sneered and said, "So what if I see you? I'm pretending to be crazy and acting stupid. I can't even listen to a word and that's what makes people angry."

Mr. Su was startled, but he was not too stupid after all. Now he understood in hindsight and asked in disbelief, "Old sir? Is this gentleman in front of me his student?"

The old gentleman neither admitted nor denied. He just looked at the crazy scholar who was sitting quietly over there. After a moment, he stood up and came to him. He looked at the student whose hair was already turning white and asked, "You Do you really think you can’t understand?”

Mr. Su stood up and had a lot of respect for the old man in front of him. He had already known the knowledge of the crazy scholar in front of him. Since the old man in front of him was his teacher, how knowledgeable was he?

The old man's eyes flickered, and Mr. Su even saw some tears in the old man's eyes.

The old gentleman at this moment seems to be either a scholar or a very disappointed old man looking at his child who has gone astray.

Some angry, some regretful, some sad, but mostly helpless and distressed.

After all, if he really didn't care about this student, why would he come to him?

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. If you still can't figure it out, I have nothing more to say."

The old gentleman raised his hand, as if he was going to slap his student next.

Mr. Su opened his mouth, but no words came out.

As a result, the old gentleman raised his hand, then slowly lowered it, brushing the snowflakes off his head for his student, and then said softly, "It doesn't matter if you make a mistake. It doesn't matter if you feel that you are not born a good person, because everything in the past is nothing." It’s past and irreversible, it’s better to start over in the future.”

After saying this, the person in front of me still didn't react. The old gentleman didn't say anything more. Instead, he took out a bag of money from his arms and handed it to Mr. Su. He said softly, "Stupid student like me, I don't know how long I have to think about it." , thank you very much for killing him these days.”

Handing over the money bag, the old gentleman saluted solemnly.

Mr. Su waved his hands repeatedly, feeling that it was not appropriate at all to let such an old man salute him. However, if he knew the identity of the old man in front of him, he would be extremely shocked on the spot.

Ever since the old man in front of him took the position of the dean of the academy, he has never even saluted His Majesty the Emperor. It can be said that no one in the world can make the old man in front of him salute like this.

"I'm leaving."

After straightening up, the old man sighed without saying anything, turned around and walked towards the wind and snow. Mr. Su quickly followed and escorted the old man to the door, but did not say anything, because he knew that in front of him, The old man wouldn't want to hear it.

After watching the old man leave, Mr. Su turned around, returned to the eaves, and looked at the crazy scholar.

Unexpectedly, the scholar, who was extremely quiet no matter when he was crazy or sober, was bursting into tears at this moment.

"This chapter is six thousand, today is just one chapter."