After seeing Guo Rang away, Zhang Yue began his journey of review.

In the past few days, Tian He and others have collected thousands of scholarly articles.

Except for the first batch that have been reviewed, the rest are all piled on Zhang Yue's study shelves.

It is dense and dense, making people almost phobia.

Unfortunately, in fact, in so many bamboo slips, the total number of words recorded in them may be less than one million words.

In other words, the length of each essay is no more than one thousand words on average.

Of course, if you are an ordinary person, it will be very difficult to read even if you just read it once.

It takes at least several months to understand these writings.

But in Zhang Yue's hands, it is as simple as reviewing essays for elementary school students.

First of all, the massive amount of knowledge, materials and historical materials he has solidified make almost all the words, rhetoric techniques and allusions as simple as the homework of a primary school student in front of him.

Save time to think and think.

Furthermore, his arm strength and endurance are already bugs.

This led to his review speed as fast as lightning.

I often pick up a piece of scripture, and within half a quarter of an hour, I have already written a comment and concluded.

The articles that were well-known were put on the case a few times, and the others were handed over to Tian He and asked him to leave them at the door and let the scholars take them themselves.

It just made Zhao Xuan suffer.

This playboy was called by Zhang Yue, who was mainly responsible for carrying bamboo slips for him and categorised him as a choreographer.

At the beginning, Zhao Xuan was a little distracted.

But soon, he complained.

Because he found that his handling speed was somewhat less than Zhang Yue's review speed.

After all this afternoon, Zhao Xuan was exhausted and panting, his arms were sore and soft, and his limbs were twitching, as if he was exhausted.

But he dared not rest.

Because, every time he slacked off a little, he could hear the voice like a death-demanding talisman: "Caozhi, hurry up! Don't be slow!"

This left him without even breathing.

As for being lazy or even turning aside, he might dare to do this if he was at home or elsewhere.

But here, he didn't even dare to have any thoughts!

The Shizhongguan sitting among the pile of bamboo slips was like a demon god, making him tremble.

I was afraid that the opponent would make a mistake and would bring him a violent beating.

Finally, Zhao Xuan gritted his teeth and moved the last few rolls of bamboo slips to the desk in front of Zhang Yue, and then he fell to the ground without even trying to lift a finger.

Zhang Yue looked at the playboy through the cracks of the documents that were as bright as a mountain, laughed and said, "Hey, you can't slack off! Go and pour me a cup of tea..."

When Zhao Xuan heard this, he wailed in his heart, but had to struggle to get up and bow his head to the point.

Seeing Zhao Xuan staggering out of the room, Zhang Yue nodded slightly in his heart.

This playboy is hopeless.

At least, he is still afraid of power.

At least in front of him, he was quite obedient.

As long as he cultivates his discipline and trains his style, he will not be afraid that he will cheat his father and ancestors in the future.

Putting Zhao Xuan’s affairs aside first, Zhang Yue looked at the review work that was gradually coming to an end.

There are almost a thousand articles of strategy, from more than 700 scholars.

Of course, most of them are mediocre and mediocre talents.

But there are dozens of elite scholars, even those who are expected to evolve into politicians in the future.

Not only are there big bulls like Wei Xiang who have left their names in history, but also people who have been buried by history.

Some people may even be even more outstanding than Wei Xiang.

"The river goes east and washes away all the waves, heroes!" Zhang Yue couldn't help but sigh.

The wheel of history rolls forward, ruthlessly crushing the dreams and youth of how many people?

Looking at the dozens of articles selected from thousands of articles, which are of interest or practical information and insights, Zhang Yue waved to Tian He and instructed: "You will personally go to invite these dozens of articles according to the name and address of the scholars he recorded, and ask them to come here the morning of the next day to meet me..."

These people are talents.

However, Zhang Yue did not intend to let them enter the Xinfeng system.

Zhang Yue had other plans for them.

"No!" Tian Hedun bowed his head and left with the lucky bamboo slips.

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If it were said that the Guanli Avenue of Qili monk was a noble district in Chang'an.

Then Xiyin Street and more than ten neighborhoods built around it are the Fu Shang District in Chang'an.

The mansions here are bounded into buildings, the largest mansion, even cover hundreds of acres, with hundreds of rooms of all sizes and sizes, and more than 300 slaves.

There were even warriors with bent bows and swords at the door, and their style was no worse than ordinary marquis.

But, unlike Qi Li and Shang Guanli.

There are not only luxury houses here, but also dilapidated rammed earth houses that have been disrepaired and leaking.

There are both rich businessmen with rich doors and big walls, purple clothes and big belly, and barren houses with ragged clothes and yellow faces.

Wei Xiang sat in a mansion attic on Xiyin Street, looking at the life of the households near his mansion.

He watched with his own eyes that a mother poured the limited-purchase corn that she had just bought from the government office into a large jar, and then mixed it with a lot of bran, mung beans, and powder made of squatted beans and squatted heads.

It is about the level of one bucket of corn with three buckets of bran and two buckets of other foods.

As for the wheat flour rationed by the state?

Sorry, this kind of poor people can't afford it at all, so they have long sold their quota to those rich and willing to pay for wheat flour to fine food.

I only bought about a few kilograms of wheat flour and hid it deep in the rice jar at home as a sacrifice for the New Year's ancestor worship.

Looking at the woman's actions, Wei Xiang's inner sensitivity was touched and he sighed: "I sigh for a long time and cover my tears, mourning the hardships of people's livelihood... Qu Zi's sigh back then remains the same today!"

A man sitting opposite him nodded as he heard this and said, "I am the same as what the weak brother said!"

"In today's world, the rich are boundless and the poor are not allowed to stand a place. Lao Tzu said: The way of heaven can make up for shortcomings and reduce excess. In today's world, if you do the opposite of the way, you can make up for excess and reduce insufficient!"

"If all the officials in the court do not wake up early, I am afraid that the disaster will come!"

Although this person is covered in brocade clothes, with jade ornaments on his waist, and his family is rich.

Especially as Wei Xiang knew, most of the wheat flour rations of the poor people around here were betrayed to his family.

But now, in the Chang'an scholar circle, it is the mainstream, even politically correct, and even politically correct in the people's lives.

If you want to stay in this circle, you will not be able to survive without whipping the world and shed a few drops of crocodile tears for the poor!

This trend began with the "abolition movement" and rose to its peak in the drought not long ago.

The two consecutive movements have allowed countless people, whether they are the children of the ministers, the rich businessmen, or the poor, to get what they want in it - we can change the world!

This emotion has prompted the atmosphere of Chang'an to change.

At least in the circle of scholars, more and more people are willing to devote themselves to the wave of changing the world.

only……

Wei Xiang knew that this change was superficial.

Just like the rich businessman in front of him, he was just talking.

If someone really wants to touch the interests of his family for the sake of the people and the world, he will probably jump over the wall.

But there is no way.

Wei Xiang could only smile with a slight smile and said, "Brother Wang said that, that's true. Chen She's lesson a hundred years ago was still in front of him... If we scholars do not wake up, I may be punished in the future!"

In the current circle of scholars, the ecological chain has gradually matured.

The rich pay, the poor pay, the poor pay, shout and cheer.

A backbone like Wei Xiang who is quite famous and has a good reputation in the circle of scholars is connected.

After all, scholars are also human beings. You can’t say that by reading Confucius’ books, you can succeed in practicing immortality and fasting, right?

Everyone has to eat, sleep and socialize.

To meet these needs, money is needed.

To be precise, a stable job is required.
To be continued...