Dress to be a celebrity

When the sun was a little higher, the gentry and rich families of Hanzhong Prefecture came to this unbuilt economic park by chariot and horse.When they arrived not far from the meeting place, neatly dressed yamen servants lined up to greet them and lead them to the arranged meeting place.

They thought it was not too late, but when they got there, they saw the arranged high platform, seats, and two officials standing side by side on the high platform, looking at a long scroll.

The same bright red official robe and the same black gauze official hat, the only difference is the patch embroidered on the vest, one is Yunyan, a fourth-rank civil official, and the other is Bai Yu, a fifth-rank civil official.

There are quite a few people in the Hanzhong Mansion who can wear official robes of the fifth rank, but there is only one of the fourth rank, that is, the imperial censor who came from the Zhenfu military with the prince, and the husband of the man they are going to curry favor with today...

Whether it is the wife or the husband-in-law is not something they can guess.

In the past, they only knew that this lord was noble, and that he was considered a relative of the imperial family, and that they were not something that rich families and wealthy households in these places could associate with. However, they did not expect that this unattainable nobleman would build an ordinary garden for Lord Song. Appearing in front of thousands of people shows the depth of friendship between the two of them.

No wonder Ma Tongzhi refused so severely when they offered their children to Mr. Song that day. It seems that they underestimated Mr. Huan's friendship with Mr. Song!

Are those scripts and novels from Beijing really credible?

The crowd couldn't help discussing a few words quietly, and walked to the high stage amidst the silk and bamboo accompaniment of the band on the sidelines.

When they got to the stage, they could clearly see the faces of the two adults and the officials of Hanzhong Mansion and Nanzheng County in the front row. These people all restrained their curiosity and stopped a few steps away from the high stage. Stepping forward, solemnly saluted the two adults on the stage, and exchanged greetings with the familiar officials below.

Huan Ling and Song Shi also put aside the floor plan of the park for the time being, turned around and nodded to the guests, asking them to be ushered into their seats.

Under the stage, there are yamen servants acting as servants, guiding the donors attending the meeting to sit in the front and back rows according to the amount of donations.In the middle of the first row sat the three masters of Hanzhong Mansion and the magistrate of Nanzheng County. The vacant seats on both sides were allocated to several big households who donated money, building materials and people: not only local salt merchants, mine owners, There are even a few of their fellow clansmen in the court.

Those high officials have settled their homes in the middle of the capital. Although relatives in the village can use their name to get some respect and care from the local government, it is difficult to get in touch with real celebrities and senior officials.And those of them are the ones who most truly realize that reading can change one's destiny, so they pursue famous teachers the most. When they heard that a school was going to be built in the Song Dynasty, they wished to throw away their family fortunes and change their children to a famous teacher.

After the meeting officially started, Song Shi generously introduced the significance of the establishment of the Hanzhong Economic Park and the future development direction on the stage; the wealthy families and businessmen in the audience imagined how to cooperate with Mr. Song to make money; I only think about the academy.

Mr. Song finished a paragraph on the stage, and was about to take a sip of water and breathe slowly to speak again, when the several patriarchs in the audience couldn't bear to ask him where to build the academy in the future.

Song Shi unhurriedly took the tea from Huan Ling to moisten his throat, smiled, and explained loudly: "The academy is not drawn in this picture because the academy will be built a little far away. There are water reels in the economic park day and night. The noise of crushed stones and the black smoke from coal smelting in the charcoal factory must be built, and after it has been built, it must be determined how many miles it is heard and how many miles the smoke covers it, and the academy should be built far away where it will not be disturbed."

But he does not plan to move the academy to the city, because the academy is essentially a supporting building for the economic center, and more skilled workers are to be trained, and they must go to the factory for internship.

Even the children who studied under him also have to visit the factory frequently for internships, to see the large-scale industrial production process, and to see the planning and layout of modern industrial parks.

Otherwise, he and Huan Ling would just be immersed in the industry, and no one else could understand and implement it... No matter how well his economic park develops, it can only be kept in one place as a group of ordinary workshops, and it won't be long. Disappeared in history for decades.

He took a sip of tea silently, and said to those parents who wished to entrust their sons to him immediately: "I have read "Shi Shuo" since I was a child, and I hate people who talk about things that harm the country. If you accept disciples, you must teach them. Become a person who is proficient in practical learning, even more practical learning than Taoism. You may wish to go back and think about whether you are willing to let your children delay the time for studying and exams."

Willing!

Being able to be Song Sanyuan's disciples, even if they only listen to him explaining how to burn ashes and charcoal, they still believe that Lord Song can burn out the principles of heaven!

Several Patriarchs immediately asked people to bring up the younger generation's children to learn from them, to show their sincerity.

In fact, not all of those young people are young people, and there are a few who are older than Huan Ling, who are still full of thirst for knowledge, and pay homage to the teacher without any compromise.

Song Shila couldn't hold back.

Fortunately, the only scholars among them are Mengshi, Confucianism, and Zuoshi, who are the most important. Those like him who have been guiding them for a few years are only ordinary teachers, and they don't have to be their old fathers for them, escorting them from school to officialdom.

Song Shi reluctantly followed them to worship, but Huan Ling stood beside him leisurely, and said with a smile: "Since these students sincerely want to pay respects to teachers, you should accept it. Will you still have to pay respects sooner or later? I will also accompany you to accept the ceremony here." , together with you accept these disciples."

Over the years, Shi Guan'er and him have done business together, conducted experiments together, wrote articles together, and raised children together...

Now the apprentices are naturally also accepted together, how can there be any reason for such a group of young scholars to worship under Shi Guan'er?

He took Song Shitong to receive the three worships from these students, and taught them as a teacher: "Now that I have performed the ceremony of worshiping a teacher today, I must abide by the rules of being a student, learn humbly, unite knowledge and action, and practice the teacher's teachings." , to be a talent capable of managing the world and helping the people."

Although the students and their parents didn't come here because of him, it was a surprise to see a Sanyuan teacher as a gift of a Qindu censor. They quickly assured him that they would learn whatever Song taught in the future, and they would never dare to violate it. Master!

Huan Ling was at the front to deal with the parents, but Song Shi still stood there, holding hands and thinking about it for a while.

Brother Caihuan held his hand through his sleeve, and stood with his arm tightly.

Both of them were wearing official red robes.

In front of them, there were so many students and parents saluting and watching, and in the distance were colleagues from the mansion, and big gentry from the mansion...

Isn't this like holding a wedding ceremony?

The previous two times they held affairs in a small area with their family members, but this time there were colleagues, friends, and students, and they held this lively ceremony openly outdoors, where they work and live.

The more he thought about it, the more enthusiastic he became, and he walked to the sideline holding hands, asked the band to change to a more cheerful tune, and ordered people to send stone tablets, shovels, and prepare red ribbons with flower balls.

"The weather is getting hotter, so let's lay the soil early and complete the ribbon-cutting ceremony, and we'll talk about the rest when we go home."

With a happy face, he invited everyone to walk to the designated gate of the park.

The foundation-laying stele is planned to stand there, and the stele has already been prepared. The land where the stele is to be erected has been dug a few days in advance, and the soil is loosely piled on it, so that it is convenient for adults who have no strength to restrain chickens and invest in it. The merchant shoveled the earth and buried the stele.

And he himself took out the huge red flower from the tray and put it in front of Huan Ling, asking him to hold the other half of the flower and the ribbon.

The two of them held the red flower on the chest of the bridegroom of the other family, and the rest of the long streamer was held by Ma Tongzhi, Yuan Tongpan, Cheng Jingcheng, Zhu County Magistrate, and the county's big donors, one on the left and one on the right. Extended more than ten meters away.

The yamen servants acting as Mr. Etiquette presented small scissors. Under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, everyone raised the scissors at the same time, and cut the broken ribbon between them and the people around them.

Only the flower between him and Huan Ling will not be cut off. After the ribbon-cutting is over, they are still holding the flower in their hands, with their fingertips overlapping under the huge silk flower. satin.

Song Shi looked at the flowers, then at Huan Ling, his eyes turned, and there was a faint and imperceptible smile on his lips.

Such is the romance of their New Age builders.