It has to be said that when Huamanlou's poems came out, the nobles all felt very face-lifting.

Although it is not said that they are connected with each other, but the nobles are more or less related to each other. If there is no big festival in the ancestors, they are people in the same circle, so the noble family Most of them have good intentions and jokes about Huamanlou's song—"Send Father in the Mountain" has finally been spread. Although Emperor Guangxing endorsed it, the nobles can still agree with this song Poetry, after all, this poem is fun!

Some nobles living in other places have more or less received letters from their unlucky sons. Without exception, there are two lines of poems in the letters, "next year the spring grass will be green, and the relatives will not return." The master was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and threatened to clean up his son Yunyun...

In addition, the phrase "If Huamanlou can compose poetry, I can do it later" began to rise in the noble circles, and various crooked poems and doggerel poems were released one after another, such as: "Turtles crawl by the river in the East Village, and there are many poems by the lake in the West Village." Bastard', 'Today I lose three thousand in gambling, and tomorrow I spend ten taels on sex with prostitutes'...

In short, Xungui's troubles here are quite fun.

But what about the readers...

This group of people did not care about the unlucky "Send Father in the Mountains", but focused their attention on "Send Your Family in the Mountains as an Envoy to Tatar in the 11th Year of Guangxing".

Poetry is fine, artistic conception is fine, and popularity is fine, but people have a big problem.

Anyone with a little bit of information knows what kind of bad gambler Hua Manlou used to be, and he is a nobleman and a military officer. Guy, how can you write poetry?How can I write poetry?

I have to say that although Da Zhao admires literature and despises martial arts, Da Zhao really has few poets. This is an indisputable fact, and theoretically speaking, stereotyped things like this should be blamed.

Because from the point of view of literati, stereotyped writing is the step of advancement, and it is also the only way for scholars in the dynasty to go through if they want to get ahead.However, the stereotyped form is extremely rigid and obscure, which makes most people spend their energy on researching this stuff, and what is invisible is weakening their own creativity—everyone has spoken for the saints, so where do they come from to engage in literature? creation?

The same is true in Yu Huamanlou's previous life. Tang Yishui'er was a poet, Song Yishui'er was a poet, and Tang and Song Dynasties together had eight masters of prose. Trouble, memorizing their poems and articles by memorizing them is almost suspicious of life-Let’s not talk about Tang poetry and Song poetry, "Shi Shuo", "Tengwang Pavilion Preface", "Six Kingdoms", "Drunkard Pavilion", "You Baochan" "The Story of the Mountain", whether it's reasoning or playing, is a middle school student's nightmare...

But in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, how many famous poets or poets were there?

Whether it is the Four Masters of Wuzhong, or the Sanyang Kaitai of the Taige Style, or Li Dongyang of the Chaling School of Poetry, or the three great talents of the Ming Dynasty, Xie Jin, Yang Shen, and Xu Wei, the reputation of these people in later generations is far less Those old folks from the Tang and Song dynasties—by the way, Yang Shen was the one who wrote "Rolling Yangtze River to the East". Those who didn't know it thought it was written by Luo Guanzhong.

As for Xu Zhenqing, Tang Yin, Zhu Yunming, and Wen Zhengming, the four great talents, Huamanlou's popularity was slightly higher in the era of Huamanlou because of Xing Ye's movies, and he could recite a few words of Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple-speaking of it, Tang Yin in history was in Zhengde Zhaoshi estimated that the popularity of painting erotic palaces is much higher than that of poetry...

As for the Qing Dynasty, it was even more difficult. Most people could name only a few: Mr. Banqiao, Mr. Nalan, Yuan Mei, Gong Zizhen, and, strictly speaking, Gu Yanwu at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and some shameless, Changing a word is his own poem, a Shiquan old man who has composed countless poems in his life.

On the contrary, the novels from the Ming and Qing Dynasties are quite impressive: Three Kingdoms and Water Margin are from the end of Yuan Dynasty to the beginning of Ming Dynasty; In the Wanli Dynasty... ahem.

In short, the situation in Dazhao is similar to that in Ming Dynasty. Although there are many poetry clubs, and literati and scholars gather together to write and brag, there are not many decent poems handed down, let alone relegation like Wang Bo. On the way, I wrote a majestic and majestic "autumn water and the same color of the sky" in one go. I don't know if this is the sorrow of the literati or the sorrow of Zhao.

Therefore, as soon as Huamanlou's poem came out, many scholars became angry.

Why are you upset?

Think about it, this is like some people claiming to be immersed in something for decades, not to mention being invincible in the world, at least there is no problem at all with five lightning whips, but suddenly there is a The amateur Lengtouqing turned it over with one move, isn't that a slap in the face?

Young people don't talk about Wude!

A Xuanwu military officer, the son of a noble, suddenly wrote a classic farewell poem, and if there is no accident, this poem will be passed down through the ages with the event of Uncle Huai'an's envoy—even though everyone does not know the actual situation of Uncle Huai'an. Intention, but anyone with insight can understand that the counterattack against Tatar just now has achieved huge results, so Hua Manlou and his father who went to Tatar as a direct cause of this incident will be recorded in the annals of history , and Hua Manlou himself wrote the poem, so this poem is bound to be very famous no matter from the perspective of singing or history.

So what's the matter, you Huamanlou want to be a fig leaf for the great Zhao poetry circle?Have you asked me who has been studying poetry and books for decades?

In the beginning, someone slandered Huamanlou for plagiarism...

Well, he was right to suspect that Huamanlou was plagiarizing.

But let’s not talk about Wang Wei in this world. Even if Datang didn’t exist, he just copied it. Who can find the evidence?

From a rational analysis, as Mr. Zeng Ge said, the angles of the first two sentences of this poem are novel, and the last two sentences use ingenious allusions. Generally speaking, this kind of poem can be spread even without the blessing of the Tatar incident. Come, but you have never heard of anyone writing this poem.Besides, Huamanlou was sending his father out, and the emperor had endorsed it for him. In this way, it would be inappropriate to say that he plagiarized.

Then what...

Then a sad factory owner pushed the matter forward: the bosses who knew the inside story were too lazy to reveal the situation at that time and Emperor Guangxing's speculation, but Xu Dacheng, who was 'outspoken', 'accidentally' took this The matter was leaked, and it spread among the public...

So the readers suddenly realized: "Send Dad in the Mountain" is your kid's masterpiece!

They didn't dare to accuse Emperor Guangxing's judgment was wrong, and this matter has been classified as filial piety - the country governs the world with benevolence and filial piety, this is what the scholars themselves talk about, they will not talk about this matter Kai Kai is adding fame to Huamanlou, but...

Since your boy's poems are so terrible, and you have to cover your shame with His Majesty in order to pretend to be a poet, then you, Hua Manlou, are a military officer and a vulgar nobleman, how can He De dare to be a fig leaf for the great Zhao poetry circle?

Hit him!

Talented scholars in Kyoto are in action...

107. Why are you so excited?

Hua Manlou, who lives in Xishan, doesn't know what happened in Beijing. He has been so busy these two days that he didn't even have time to tease her.

Without him, it is to make the short gun take shape as soon as possible.

It has to be said that the research and development difficulty of the revolver is more than one grade higher than that of the long gun.

The spring is indeed made. The construction of the revolver and the principle of making the revolver turn are not difficult. It is nothing more than setting a small mechanism at the trigger to pull the runner. After the trigger is released, another small mechanism resists the runner. That's all.The rear ignition device is simpler. When the trigger is pulled, it pushes the hammer, and another spring makes it return to its original position after firing.

That's right, these things are not difficult--Hua Manlou saw the news in his previous life, and an illiterate farmer managed all these things through self-study, even automatic rifles can be produced in those dens, removing rifling With the exception of professional tools, everything else is almost identical to the real thing.

Of course, because it is simple and the materials are not difficult to find, this product was quickly caught...

So where is the difficulty?

Or it was the revolver that caused the trouble. There was a method of ignition, but the bullets did not comply with the regulations. After all, the revolver that Hua Manlou knew was a later technology, and it had its matching bullets, but it was just now. When shelling ammunition, the revolver with empty front and rear is useless, this thing will blow itself up.

If you want this thing to be useful, then either you need to block the rear hole when the hammer is fired, or you need to develop a copper-shelled bullet and design a primer—let’s not talk about the primer, the copper mines in the Celestial Dynasty are actually quite scarce. , otherwise copper cannot be used as currency in circulation.And if a special bullet is designed, wouldn't it be a pity not to tinker with the rifling?

That's why Hua Manlou realized that he was guilty of dogmatism and empiricism. It is true that the revolver appeared before Suifa, but the structure of Suifa is much simpler than that of the revolver...

Annoyed, Hua Manlou shifted the focus of his work to the flintlock gun, and assigned some artisans to continue researching the revolver—after all, this thing can fire continuously, and it would be a waste to give up after half of the research, even if it is a small batch of copper. It’s okay to try the bullets with a primer, and then you can use them yourself or supply them to the bosses. Selling them a high price can also subsidize Xishanwei’s finances, right?

With the spring, the flintlock gun is relatively simple: the trigger with the spring is interlocked with the flint clip holding the flint, and the top of the medicine pool is covered with a fire scythe held by the spring. When the trigger is pulled, the flint clip opens the scythe. The medicine pool catches fire...

I have to say, really don't underestimate the craftsmanship and wisdom of the ancients.

Looking at the era of Huamanlou, for more than 400 years, there have been many skilled craftsmen. The ancestors not only led the world in architecture and bridge technology, but also smelted, forged and even handicrafts. All shocked.

For example, the Yishan Crown unearthed from the Mausoleum of Emperor Wanli is all made of gold wire. 8400 pieces of dragon scales are used on the crown, but the weight is only 826 grams. It is completely made of 518 gold wires with a diameter of 0.2 mm, and the mesh is dense Consistent, no joints, no broken threads, as thin as gauze, and as light as cicada wings, the exquisite craftsmanship can be imagined, and it is enough to prove how good people's craftsmanship is nowadays.

In short, after having Huamanlou's drawings and instructions, the craftsmen quickly delivered a very beautifully crafted short gun to Huamanlou.

This gun, which is called a hand gun by craftsmen, is less than a foot long and has a caliber of more than 15mm by visual inspection. The barrel is naturally made of hard high-carbon steel, and the body is said to be walnut wood.This blunderbuss did not continue to be made by Xishan, but was loaded with ammunition by opening the airtight mechanism on the side of the blunderbuss barrel to load bullets. Hua Manlou always felt that this thing looked more and more like the situation of pulling the bolt in the previous life...

Because of the small caliber and short barrel, the shooting distance of this firecracker is about 100 meters, and the effective shooting distance is less than [-] meters, so Qi Wanrong's evaluation of this thing is very bad: "chicken ribs, extremely chicken ribs, more than ten feet That's all, who do you want to hit with this thing? Before you get close, someone has already shot you through with an arrow! But this angry thing is good, it is much more convenient than a matchlock..."

Hua Manlou sneered: "It depends on how and where it is used. Do you really think that everything can be used on the battlefield?"

Qi Wanrong thought for a while, and then suddenly said: "Yes, if it is in a room or a small place, this thing is a big killer! You really have it! Give me this firecracker!"

Hua Manlou said with a black thread on his head, "Why do you look like a bandit? Today you came to my place to grab something?"

That's right, Qi Wanrong arrived when Huamanlou was testing the firearms, and when she arrived, she pushed aside the young man from Xishanwei who was testing the firearms...

Qi Wanrong said cheerfully: "Isn't Captain Zhongxian under your control? I haven't seen any order from you for several days, so I came to find something to do by myself."

Hua Manlou said speechlessly: "Do you know what a loose official is? This is the first time I've heard that a loose official needs to be controlled by someone, even if it is controlled, it should be controlled by the officials, right?"

Qi Wanrong said nonchalantly: "Who knows, anyway, that's what my father said, maybe he asked me to help you?"

In fact, this matter was requested by Emperor Guangxing at the request of the old father of the country. Although he said that he wanted Qi Wanrong to contribute to Emperor Guangxing, but in fact he was still married. The idea of ​​harming others - the moon is the first to be close to the water, and the time has been together for a long time, isn't it easy for Qi Wanrong to accept it?

Hua Manlou said contemptuously: "It's fine if you don't disturb me! Give me the blunderbuss, this thing needs to be adjusted, and my father needs it now, it's not safe for him to be in the enemy camp."

Qi Wanrong originally planned to be foolish, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, she immediately returned the gun and said with a smile: "I thought you were a complete rotten person at first, isn't that very intentional, and it's another trick for your father." Poetry is given away guns, such an act of filial piety...how about asking my father to come in and draw you a holy picture or something?"

Because the Holy Son of Heaven governs the world with benevolence and filial piety, Da Zhao values ​​filial piety more than anything else. For example, if an official’s parents die, they must stay home without pay for three years—not three months, three years, even during the period. Marriage is not allowed.

It is against this background that the Sheng Gong Tu appeared. This book describes the typical examples of the sages and monarchs of the past thousands of years who studied and studied when they were young, and respected their elders. It can be called the earliest youth inspirational comic strip in history.

So Hua Manlou jumped up when he heard it: "It's just me returning the holy merit map, you're afraid you want to kill me? Is there anything else? If there's nothing else, go home!"

Qi Wanrong said cheerfully: "Just kidding, why are you so excited? If you want to talk about something... there is really something to do, remember the poem I told you before?"

108. I'm going too!

A few days ago, Huamanlou was looking forward to the poetry meeting very much, and even almost forgot about Wala because of this.

But father is father after all, and father is much more important than Wala, which made Huamanlou instantly forget that he wanted to go to the poetry meeting to see girls and hang out in the literati circle, and focus on research and development-there is only one father However, there are many poetry clubs. In order to keep her father safe, Huamanlou doesn't even care about salted fish, let alone poetry clubs?

Seeing that the flintlock gun has almost been successfully developed, I couldn't help being very happy after listening to the poetry meeting again: "Poetry meeting! When are you going? I'm ready!"

Qi Wanrong hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously: "Then what, I think it's better for you not to go."

"Why?" Hua Manlou became anxious immediately.

Qi Wanrong looked at Hua Manlou helplessly: "Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? Although I haven't studied hard, I can see that your song "Send Dad in the Mountains"... Uh, it was written for your dad anyway. That poem is amazing, so what do you think those sour literati will think?"

Hua Manlou squeezed her chin: "What do you think? Hmm... I am not alone?"

Qi Wanrong laughed: "I'm not alone in my way? Do you really think that group of sour scholars can be so magnanimous? This matter is like... like Zhuge Liang's well-planned strategy, but after the enemy army came, he was wearing sharp armor and a sword general Lu Bu was chopped off by the horse, can you bear it?"

Although Hua Manlou felt that Qi Wanrong's silly metaphor was bad, she also understood what she wanted to express: "You mean, scholars feel that such a military officer like me is a little uncomfortable writing poems?"

Qi Wanrong sighed and said, "It's not just because you're upset? You're almost jumping with anger! That's why the group of sour scholars in this poetry meeting wanted to join forces to embarrass you. Sent to your house."

Hua Manlou felt that it was a bit exaggerated: "Isn't it just a poem? Is it so exaggerated? Since ancient times, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts. It's not like martial arts can compete with each other. Some Articles that some people like may not be read by others at all, after all, everyone has different tastes and different perspectives, I really don’t believe they can all unite to embarrass me.”

In Hua Manlou's view, it is actually not uncommon for military officers to write poems. Let's not talk about Xin Qiji, and there is also Qi Jiguang who said "I don't want to be a Marquis, but I hope Hai Boping", "Thirty fame and dust, eight thousand miles Marshal Yue from Lu Yunheyue, and Zhang Zongchang from "The Cannons Are Booming His Mother"...

Poems that can be sung, apart from mediocrity and rhyme, generally respond to the situation or the situation. As for the use of allusions and words, it is second--for example, Bai Juyi strives to be understood by the old woman. Whether it is easy to understand or incomprehensible depends on the poet How can this matter be compared?

What's more, poetry, it's not like a novel or something, you have to watch a subscription collection monthly ticket popularity to make a bunch of lists, even if there is a list, co-authors are not allowed to write essays like this old man?In the same way, if you say that Li Du's poems are awesome, then others will stop writing poems?

What's more, how could Hua Manlou refuse such a contact with the literati circle?He still wants to sneak into the literati circle!

Seeing that he didn't care, Qi Wanrong said: "Then you see, anyway, don't blame me for going to embarrass yourself."

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "Whether I lose face or not is up to me. Don't you forget that you said you would make peace with me. When will the poetry meeting be?"

"The day after tomorrow."

……

"Little sister, this poetry meeting..."

"Don't go."

University scholar Wen Xuelin went to the study room, a young man walked in and just opened his mouth, but was rejected by the girl curled up on the seat like a cat.

Wen Ge is old enough to have children, the young man is his youngest son Wen Yuchen, and the girl is his youngest daughter Wen Liang. They are the brother and sister duo who chatted all over the city wall that day.

On that day, Wen Liang dressed up in men's clothing and covered most of her face. No one could see her true face, but looking at her now, she is a beautiful woman. As the saying goes: face is like the moon of Mid-Autumn Festival, and color is like the dawn of spring The flowers are as beautiful as the temples, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach petals, and the eyes are like autumn waves.

If you look at what doesn't fit well...

This Miss Wen is afraid of the cold and loves to read, so she would curl up in a blanket when she was reading in winter, which added a touch of laziness to her.

Seeing that she didn't raise her head, Wen Yuchen refused, so he smiled wryly, "You should listen to me anyway."

I have to say that Wen Ge has three sons and a daughter. Although the two eldest sons were admitted to Jinshi in the early years, their rankings are quite low. His youngest son's aptitude is not very good. On the contrary, his daughter is smart. She has extraordinary aptitude, so Elder Wen Ge likes this daughter even more.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes and the careful teaching of Mr. Wen Ge, Wen Liang's mind is full of strategies to govern the country and stabilize the country. Some people once said that if they only consider strategies and theory, they might get back ten or eight champions—I don't know this. Could it be that the three young masters of the Wen family deliberately wanted Wen Ge to be old...

Seeing that her elder brother was depressed, Wen Liang raised her head and said, "What's the meaning of poetry? If elder brother wants to go, he can go. My younger sister is not good at poetry. Wouldn't it be boring to go to that kind of place?"

The bitter smile on Wen Yuchen's face became even bitterer.

Although my younger sister is known as Zhuge in the female middle school, her father, who is the elder of the pavilion, occasionally chats with her about state affairs after returning home—for example, last time I talked about Huamanlou's offering of tweets, I want to see it from her perspective See what unique insights you have.But the younger sister is already twenty-eight years old, but her heart is as clean as a bright moon, and she has no interest in the relationship between a man and a woman. I don't know how many young talents have failed to return to her.

Therefore, when there are occasional events such as poetry fairs in Beijing, Wen Yuchen would always encourage her to go and have a look, just hoping that some young talent would catch her attention, but he didn't know the warmth of his mind, and what...

In Miss Wen's eyes, those so-called talented people are fine if they don't speak up, and they seem to be very talented when they open their mouths, but in fact, most of them are nonsense and hard to hear, and their views on state affairs and political affairs are extremely ridiculous. Childish, she will be too lazy to go as time goes by--with this time, what's wrong with reading more books?

Seeing what she said, Wen Yuchen said awkwardly: "It's just to watch the excitement. Didn't Huamanlou write a poem a few days ago? So he was also invited to this poetry meeting. Several of my fellow students in the same year wrote a poem. Said that I would ask him for advice at the poetry meeting, and discuss it..."

Only then did Wen Liang turn his attention away from the book: "Hua Man Lou?"

Wen Yuchen suddenly felt something was wrong, but still nodded and said: "Yes... Huamanlou."

Wen Liang snorted softly, and said contemptuously, "Hua Manlou is a military officer, you ask him for advice?"

Wen Yuchen hastily declared: "It's those brothers who are of the same age..."

Wen Liang was even more disdainful: "Hua Manlou is Wu Xun's nephew, even if he has studied, he must not be good at it. What he is good at is either strengthening the army or foreign affairs. You people don't ask him for advice. But instead, he held on to Wencai, presumably...not because he wanted to ask for advice, but because he wanted to humiliate him?"

Wen Yuchen smiled wryly again: "So, brother, I have no such plan..."

Wen Liang straightened the messy hair at the sideburns: "I'm going too!"

"……What?"

"Poetry club, I'm going too!"

(Guess wrong? If someone has an older brother, how could he be a princess?)

109. Gossip

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