In the Mozhi Academy in Zhucheng, an old scholar stood on the podium, facing the children in the school with a smile on his face.
"You may have heard of the poem "Spring Thoughts", but you don't know the true meaning of this poem. All poems can be roughly divided into two categories, war poems and non-war poems. War poems are divided according to the literary level, which is simple and easy to understand. Then, who knows how to classify non-war poems? Luo Meng, tell me."
Then a little boy stood up and said in a clear voice, "Yes, sir. Non-war poems can improve literary reputation, from low to high, they are out of the county, reach the prefecture, make a name for the state, defend the country and spread throughout the world. There is also a higher level of "astonishing the emperor". Generally speaking, poems cannot astonish the emperor. Only good articles can astonish the emperor."
The old scholar nodded and said, "Sit down. Luo Meng's answer is very good. Among these two kinds of poems, there is a very special kind of poems, called 'handed down from generation to generation'. All non-handed down from generation to generation poems can be called extraordinary poems. What is handed down from generation to generation? Dong Daan, tell me."
Then a simple-minded child stood up, touching his head, and said with a red face, "I don't understand."
Many children covered their mouths and laughed.
"Sit down," Lao Xiu asked with a pleasant face, "Who knows the origin of 'Chuanshi'?"
Many children shook their heads.
The old scholar said, "You haven't even finished learning all the Confucian classics, so it's normal that you don't understand. The word 'pass on from generation to generation' comes from Xunzi, in which 'The Way of the King' says 'keep your duties and follow your career, and don't dare to lose or gain, so that you can pass on from generation to generation'. This kind of passing on from generation to generation is the lowest level of passing on from generation to generation, which is nothing more than leaving a name for future generations. But the passing on from generation to generation in the poems and lyrics that are passed on from generation to generation does not only mean that the poems and lyrics can be passed on to future generations, but also means that the power contained in such poems and lyrics can be passed on to others. As long as the human race is immortal, the poems and lyrics that are passed on from generation to generation will live forever!"
Many children slowly straightened their chests, influenced by the old scholar's words.
The old scholar raised his head and continued in a very proud tone: "Originally, only people from Shengyuan Continent could write poems that would be passed down through the ages, and we, the literary world, have been dependent on others for thousands of years, and have never been truly on an equal footing with the people of Shengyuan Continent. But since yesterday, a poem that will be passed down through the ages has appeared in my Kongsheng literary world! Yes, this poem is not a war poem, and cannot be used to kill the enemy directly; yes, this poem can only be used by Hanlin scholars, and cannot be used by every scholar. However, the use of this poem is no less than any war poem! For the first time, people in my literary world have far surpassed the Shengyuan Continent in one aspect!"
Many children were so excited that their faces turned red, their fists were clenched, and their eyes were filled with pride.
The old scholar said firmly: "From today on, you will start reciting "Spring Thoughts". Remember this poem and this man named Zhang Longxiang. He may be framed to death by Marquis Lumen or the King of Chu, but you must remember that the homesickness of millions of soldiers in the following thousands of years was relieved by this man! Today, don't learn anything else, just learn this "Spring Thoughts"! As a Chu countryman and a Zhucheng person, if you can't recite this poem, then don't be a scholar!"
On the second day after "Spring Thoughts" appeared, the poem spread like wildfire throughout the entire Confucian literary world, and 90% of the teachers taught this poem to their students in class that day.
This is the first poem by Confucius that has been passed down through the ages.
As soon as this poem was published, visiting cards came like rain.
However, Fang Yun did not stay in the military camp in the south city, but took a carriage to the east of the city, to a villa belonging to the Marquis of Zhujiang.
Last night, Zhang Qingfeng and other generals loyal to Marquis Zhujiang came to congratulate, but it was not convenient to celebrate in the military camp. Marquis Lumen's spies were everywhere in Zhucheng, so everyone agreed to come to the Phoenix Villa on the seaside.
This villa was Zhang Wankong's favorite place back then.
There are several small hills on the seashore ten miles outside Zhucheng, among which is the Phoenix Mountain which is about a hundred feet high. This mountain and all the fields nearby are the property of Zhujiang Hou.
When the carriage arrived at the foot of Phoenix Mountain, Fang Yun said, "Stop. I used to walk up the mountain with my father. Since then, I have never taken a car to go up Phoenix Mountain."
"Yes, sir."
Fang Yun lifted the front of his robe and stepped down from the carriage.
Directly in front of us is a small hill with rugged rocks and lush trees. A winding road leads to the mountainside and arrives at a courtyard.
Fang Yun’s gaze left Phoenix Mountain and looked towards the east.
The nearest place is the light green farmland, neat and tidy, with farmers and buffaloes busy at work. Further away is the blue ocean, with the waves sparkling in the sea breeze and the sound of seagulls, pleasant and crisp.
The sky is clear and transparent, and the scorching sun shines on the earth and the ocean.
Fang Yun glanced at the farmlands and farmers. Because of yesterday's dangerous experience, he suddenly envied this leisurely life.
Last night, Fang Yun received accurate information that Marquis Lu Men was indeed going to incite a camp riot to punish him for a serious crime. However, as soon as the legendary "Spring Thoughts" was performed, all the soldiers' letters home flew directly to their hometowns. Not only did all the anger that the soldiers had accumulated before disappear, Fang Yun also received their gratitude.
Just last night, some family letters flew directly from afar to Zhucheng and reached the hands of the soldiers who received them as soon as possible.
Now, Fang Yun’s prestige in Zhucheng is not only unprecedentedly high, he has also become tall and majestic in the eyes of all the soldiers in Chu State, the literary world, and even the Shengyuan Continent.
The crisis was temporarily resolved, and Fang Yun finally saw through the first test of the mountain of books.
It was not what Old Man Shushan called the reorganization of the Pearl River Army, but the murderous intention of the King of Chu!
There are two tests, one bright and one dark, and the dark test is more dangerous.
"Now that my literary reputation has reached this point, I'm sure the King of Chu won't kill me immediately. I can also relax and rest for a few days." Fang Yun was about to walk towards Fenghuang Villa when a peasant couple came towards him on the side of the road.
The two farmers were not good-looking, with dark skin due to the sea breeze and hard work. They greeted each other with a smile, calling him Mr. Hanlin, but unlike ordinary people, they were not servile at all, nor did they call him Mr. Hanlin, more like respecting a scholar rather than a high official.
Fang Yun liked the attitude of the two farmers and said with a smile that the scenery here was excellent, so he smiled and asked, "How was the harvest last year?"
The two men stopped and the farmer answered with a smile.
Fang Yun chatted with the two men for a while. When they parted, the farmer invited Fang Yun to his home for dinner. Fang Yun agreed and said he would definitely visit.
Fang Yun walked along the mountain road and approached Fenghuang Villa, then looked back down the mountain.
The two farmers walked forward at a leisurely pace, slowly and steadily.
"Maybe, I can stay here for a few days..."
Fang Yun thought to himself and continued walking towards Phoenix Villa.
There were many carriages parked at the gate of Fenghuang Villa. Before Fang Yun could reach the gate, two old Hanlin scholars led by Zhang Qingfeng and Wang Li came out to greet him with seven Jinshi generals.
Fang Yun strode forward and walked inside while chatting and laughing with them.
It was just a seemingly ordinary party, but it was extraordinary for everyone present.
For the nine generals, they have completely stood on Fang Yun's side.
According to Fang Yun, he finally had a stable team and controlled 40% of the Pearl River Army.
Ten people sat in the Phoenix Courtyard, drinking tea and chatting in the pavilion, facing the sea breeze and gazing at the sea in the distance.
After an hour, Zhang Qingfeng frowned and said, "The court meeting hasn't ended yet. I'm afraid there will be a lot of chaos in the court."
Everyone nodded slightly and looked at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun calmly picked up the teacup and drank it slowly, as if he was not involved.
.(To be continued.)