"Brother Lianghan? Why are you here? It's so early in the morning. Xingzifang is so far away. Why are you coming here from Xunyangfang..."

Early morning, inside a courtyard of Chengtian Temple.

Yuan Huaimin was sticking his butt out and immersed himself in busy work in the court.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned around cautiously and saw Ouyang Rong's figure appearing at the door of the courtyard. Yuan Huaimin's face changed slightly and he blurted out a question.

Ouyang Rong walked into the yard with a calm look on his face, ignoring Yuan Huaimin who was bending over and looking back with his butt in a strange posture. He looked around, walked to the kitchen, and took a sip of spring water from the vat.

The movements are skillful, just like returning to your own home.

"Good morning, brother Huaimin, you got up so early to show off your butt...?"

Ouyang Rongping took the water ladle and walked out of the kitchen. He drank water and said casually.

"Morning? Where is it early?"

Yuan Huaimin had a straight face and corrected him very seriously:

"It's getting late. I'm about to go on duty. Brother Lianghan, have you eaten? There's no clue if you haven't eaten. I haven't eaten either. There's really no food here. Brother Lianghan, please stop wandering. Oh, don't go in.

."

Ouyang Rong kept wandering around, looking here and there, while smiling and nodding:

"It's really getting late. Well, the sun is really basking on your butt."

"..."

Yuan Huaimin sounded resentful, stepped aside, pointed at the bamboo slips and ancient books lying on the ground in the sun, and sighed:

"Why are you showing off your butt? I am showing off my books. Brother Lianghan, please don't ruin my innocence with your nonsense."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand:

"It's okay. It's okay to dry your butt with the book."

Yuan Huaimin spread his hands helplessly: "Can you not mention the butt thing?"

The morning sun was cold but warm. Yuan Huaimin took advantage of the sunshine to dry up his books in the courtyard. After working hard all morning, his forehead was covered with fine drops of sweat. He raised his sleeves to wipe it away.

A sweat towel was handed over.

Yuan Huaimin first looked down at it, then looked up at his friend Ouyang Rong who smiled and handed over the sweat towel.

He didn't answer and continued to wipe the sweat with his sleeves while saying expressionlessly:

"This is what I use to wipe my feet after soaking my feet every day. You put it back."

Ouyang Rong's expression remained unchanged and he nodded: "Actually, they are all the same."

"?"

Yuan Huaimin was speechless for a while and asked curiously: "When did Liang Han return to Xunyang City?"

Ouyang Rong put his hands behind his back and circled around Yuan Huaimin and the pile of books on the ground twice. He looked up at the morning sun, which was not too dazzling. He narrowed his eyes and said:

"If you don't come back, Brother Huaimin's vacation will be longer than the annual vacation."

Yuan Huaimin sneered: "Brother Lianghan is joking, I, I was really unwell the day before yesterday, so I took two days off, and I also asked the female historian for permission. The female historian personally approved it, which is not a fake."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "I can see it. No wonder I came out to bask in the sun. It turns out that I am feeling unwell, which makes sense."

Yuan Huaimin scratched his head: "It's much better today. I was planning to go out to Jiangzhou Hall. I didn't expect Lianghan to come. Haha, what a coincidence."

Ouyang Rong saw through it without saying anything, and said calmly:

"Okay, hurry up and change your clothes and get ready to go out. I really haven't eaten. Don't worry, you don't have to pay for the treat today. I'll do it."

Yuan Huaimin looked strange: "Hey, why did Lianghan treat me so well today?"

"Isn't it always like this?" Ouyang Rong asked seriously.

The corner of Yuan Huaimin's mouth twitched.

He swallowed his words and planned to talk after breakfast.

"Okay, wait for me."

Being able to eat, drink, and whore his friends for free, Yuan Huaimin quickly ran back to his room and dressed quickly, not wanting to waste a moment.

Ouyang Rong curled his lips, thinking that if everyone had the same motto, then Yuan Huaimin's would be easy to guess:

Every day that you don't spend time in whoring is a failure of life.

"Hey, what are you watching recently?"

Ouyang Rong wanted to go to the entrance of the courtyard and wait, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the words on the books on the ground. He squatted down in the morning sun, flipped through a few pages with his fingers, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and ask.

"Tao Yuanming's collected works, Tao Gong's life story, followed by later generations, Tao Gong's biography compiled by literati from the Qian and Qian Dynasties, and some unofficial anecdotes, including his own biography of Mr. Wuliu..."

Yuan Huaimin's voice came from inside the room, and he answered casually, as if he knew everything from his family's treasures.

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and rolled his eyes, calmly:

"Why is Brother Huaimin interested in Tao Yuanming?"

"I used to admire Mr. Tao a lot, but lately, well, it's not because you all come to ask questions one by one, and by the way, I've become more interested."

The voices in the room paused, and Ouyang Rong saw Yuan Huaimin lowering his head to arrange his official clothes before walking out of the room.

Yuan Huaimin twisted his wrist and said casually:

"By the way, Brother Lianghan, Mr. Tao also served as a county magistrate in Longcheng. Haha, they are the same. Moreover, the more I look at them, the more I feel that Brother Lianghan is very similar to Mr. Tao."

"looks like?"

"picture."

Ouyang Rong looked at Yuan Huaimin with a calm face and asked:

"Where does it look like?"

"I don't know how to describe it. Let's put it this way, you both have a contradictory and mixed temperament. You have the elegance of a hermit who was born in the world, and the melancholy of joining the world to save the people. It's interesting and interesting."

Ouyang Rong picked up a copy of "The Biography of Mr. Wu Liu" from the ground and shook the book:

"Brother Huaimin is wrong. Tao Yuanming himself said in his autobiography that he only had three major interests in his life, one was reading, the second was drinking, and the third was writing articles. There was no interest in helping the world and saving the people."

"No, no. Brother Lianghan, look at Tao Yuanming. You can't read his collected works and see what he wrote."

Yuan Huaimin shook his head and spoke one truth after another:

"But we have to look at the era he lived in and what he did in that era. These can only be found in official and unofficial history, but not in his collected works.

"If you just read his poems and articles, you would think that he is really a hermit who wholeheartedly admires the pastoral landscape.

"But if you look at the era he lived in, the Southern and Northern Dynasties were in conflict, with the Southern Song Dynasty in the south and the Northern Wei Dynasty in the north.

"The Southern Song Dynasty was newly established, and Emperor Wu of the Song Dynasty promoted poor men on a large scale. Later, the Yuan-Jia Northern Expedition and the overwhelming war between the Southern Song Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty occurred.

"That's the Yuan Jia in the story that Brother Lianghan mentioned casually before, 'Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf as a coward, and won the hasty expedition to the north.' In the three Yuan Jia Northern Expeditions, the Northern Wei Dynasty won all, and the newly born Southern Song Dynasty suffered a great loss...

"Tao Gong lived in such an era, where the war was in turmoil. There was not only the hope of the Northern Expedition to restore the Central Plains, but also the danger of the country being defeated. I would like to ask Brother Lianghan, can the scholars of this era really indulge in the mountains and rivers and live in seclusion?

"Not really. Besides, since you are living in seclusion, why did you want to be an official before? Being the county magistrate for those eighty-one days in Longcheng? Was it just for the five buckets of rice? I don't believe it."

Ouyang Rong listened patiently and raised his eyebrows:

"You have a surname of Yuan, and your ancestors are from the Tuoba clan of the Xianbei royal family in the Northern Wei Dynasty. It's strange to say that you regret the failure of the Northern Expedition in the Southern Song Dynasty."

"Well, it's not important. Three hundred years ago, my name was Tuoba Huaimin. Three hundred years later, my name is Yuan Huaimin. I am a citizen of the Zhou Dynasty who has long enjoyed the glory of the saint. Brother Lianghan, you still say that I, you

It’s a compound surname, so it’s impossible to say that he was also a barbarian from outside the Pass three hundred years ago.”

"Brother Huaimin, don't be embarrassed. You can check the Ouyang family genealogy in Nanlong, and it can be traced back to the lineage of the Yue King in the Spring and Autumn Period..."

Yuan Huaimin muttered: "Isn't that also a southern barbarian?"

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

Yuan Huaimin waved his hand and made a haha. He came over, took the "Biography of Mr. Wu Liu" from Ouyang Rong's hand, placed it on the ground again, and spread it out to bask in the sun.

He straightened up from his stoop and said seriously:

"No matter what, Tao Gong is the same as Brother Lianghan. No matter how you look at it, you have a contradictory temperament that is both worldly and worldly.

"It's just that Tao Gong's temperament is more focused on reclusiveness and less concerned about the world;

"Brother Lianghan, your temperament is more focused on being involved in the world and caring for the people, and is relatively less reclusive."

Yuan Huaimin touched his chin, looked at his friend, and said with a smile:

"But I always feel that this should be related to the experience of the two of you. Tao Gong should be the first scholar to enter the world. Like the scholars of that era, he may have worked hard and failed before choosing to live in seclusion, so this aspect of his temperament

heavier.

"Brother Lianghan, you are one of the few scholars with the most outstanding abilities. You are better than Tao Gong at first sight in terms of joining the world. You have entered the world to benefit the people and have won every step. That's why you have such perseverance and perseverance.

People admire and envy you.

"As for Brother Lianghan's relatively weak worldly temperament..."
To be continued...