Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

"It's noon on the day of hoeing the weeds, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work."

A group of half-grown children followed behind Li Junxian, reciting poems one by one, their faces brimming with yearning for the farmland.

It's not that these children don't know how to farm, but that they seem to have a deeper affection for the farmland and the land under their feet during the year of studying in Longmen.

Chang Tian took the lead, carrying a hoe in his hand, looking at the newly grown grass, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

It is this kind of grass that harms the crops and does not grow well.

As soon as the hoe went down, a few grasses disappeared in an instant.

Chang Tian touched the palm of his hand, he hadn't worked for a long time, and the calluses on his palm had disappeared.

When I was in the village, my grandmother always refused to let me work, but Chang Tian insisted on doing housework secretly.

At that time, Chang Tian always had some calluses on his hands. At that time, he understood that the more calluses there were, the more comfortable the work would be.

Picking up the hoe, the spring breeze blew across his face, he raised his head slightly to wipe his sweat, as if he saw several figures appearing at the end of the ridge.

It seems to be the figure of grandma, but also the figure of father.

What does your own father look like?He hadn't seen it since he was a child.

Other children rushed forward, and some of them had never worked since they were young, but now, they are all familiar with the road.

The children laugh while working, and their laughter is always full of healing.

Li Junxian looked at these children and was deeply moved.

He remembered that when he was a child, he seemed to avoid work every day for a while, and he always didn't want to help his parents with things.

Although my parents are people who don't need to work in person, they always take themselves to do it themselves and cultivate themselves.

Think about how stupid your behavior was.

If you haven't stepped out of the farmland, how can you know the hardships in the world.

Will a child who doesn't know the sufferings of the world feel sorry for his parents when he grows up?
For a while, Li Junxian sighed.

Not far away, the officials transferred from the Imperial College looked at these children, and they were also very moved.

"General, maybe this is the future pillar of Tang Dynasty."

Li Junxian nodded: "Who says it's not? Your Highness didn't build the Dragon Gate to cultivate influence."

The official's face flushed: "I used to think that His Highness was doing it to build up power, but I didn't care about it at the time, but now it seems that I am waiting for a villain."

Li Junxian glanced at him: "Don't think that you can do this easily, the money His Highness spent alone is enough for the entire Tang Dynasty to be buried with him."

"Do you know Ma Zhou?"

Li Junxian asked suddenly.

The official's face froze, thinking of the young man who played a huge role in the imperial examination.

That young man is really brave.

"General, are you talking about Ma Zhou who is not afraid of death?"

Li Junxian froze for a moment, Ma Zhou, who is not afraid of death.

Then a smile appeared on his face, it turned out that Ma Zhou looked like this in the eyes of others.

That's it.

"Hehe, it's him."

"This Ma Zhou, following His Highness, has become a candidate for the Great Tang Zaifu from a commoner."

"Do you know why?"

The official shook his head, obviously not understanding.

Being Tian Shelang in the morning and ascending the Tianzitang in the evening, perhaps this is the legend of Ma Zhou.

Ma Zhou's reputation is now very famous, but Ma Zhou himself feels a little uncomfortable.

Li Shimin and Li Ke regard Ma Zhou as a signboard. As long as Ma Zhou is there for one day, the people of Datang can have a goal.

The scholars of the Tang Dynasty can have one more goal.

With the existence of Ma Zhou, people know that as long as they work hard and study hard, they can become the talents that Datang needs.

Things in the Tang Dynasty always follow the situation of the family.

As long as the aristocratic family is not happy, then problems will arise, no one wants to waste time on these things.

The wealthy clan controlled the talent pool of the entire Tang Dynasty. In order to expand the talent pool and compete with those people in the world, Li Shimin thought of many ways.

Ma Zhou is one of them.

Ma Zhou's approach has always been simple and rude, he will always be a sword in Li Shimin's hand, and also a sword in Li Ke's hand.

The sword was so sharp that no one knew about Ma Zhou's existence.

The officials stopped talking, and neither did Li Junxian. They all hoped that there would be more people like Ma Zhou.

Looking at the children in front of them, they felt that there must be a new Ma Zhou among these children.

A group of children were playing in the farmland. Outside the mud, there were farmers.

The farmers at the foot of the Qinling Mountains are more diligent than each other. They rely on mountains to eat mountains, and rely on water to eat water.

They had no idea what Qinling could feed them in a year.

Because of the uncertainty, each of them was full of apprehension.

They won't be too happy to see someone help them, after all, what are these kids going to do?
They are all half-grown children, have no strength, and only know how to play. It seems that when I was this old, I was still playing with mud.

But after a while, I looked into the field ridge where the children were, and it was incredible.

These children are alive and well, they are young after all.

Everything is full of strength.

After seeing the result, hey, young man, it really is amazing.

The weeds in the one-acre field have been cleaned up, and there are only a few spots left, and they are still taking care of it slowly.

At this time, a villager slowly raised his head, his wrinkled face was full of excitement: "It would be great if these children could come down every day to help."

Another villager beside him glanced at him: "Want to Dimei, these children are scholars, how can they help you every day, they are just here to experience it."

But at this time, a loud voice came, "Wrong, each of these children will have a task."

"Each family will have three to five children, and they will help you with things. At the end of the year, how much you harvest and how they perform will be included in your grades."

This frightened the farmers, "No way, no way, it is already our sin to let these scholars come to work today."

Li Junxian waved his hand: "How can it be so serious, they are also human beings, and they have to work as human beings, so there are still three or six or nine grades?"

After being in contact with Li Ke for a long time, Li Junxian discovered that in Li Ke's eyes, it seems that there is no such thing as three or six or nine in the world.

Whether it's the farmers in front of you, or those beggars on the side of the road, dignitaries, what's the difference?They are all human.

Saying these words from Li Junxian's mouth may be outrageous, but Li Junxian thinks what he said is right!
"This……"

"Hehe, don't worry, someone from Longmen will come to assess."

After working all day, the children finally returned to the mountain.

The colorful tiger appeared at some point.