Chapter 24 The Heart of a Boy

Yun Zhaoheng lay on the brocade couch, talking about the difficulties he had encountered recently. He occasionally glanced at his son who was breastfeeding. Every time at this time, his Adam's apple would slide up and down, but it was so secret that neither Qian Duoduo nor Feng Ying noticed it.

"I don't want those old people, I don't want any of them. I just want those young people who are not contaminated by the old people's twilight spirit. These people not only cannot become the driving force for society and the country to move forward, but have even degenerated into resistance.

However, they don’t think so, thinking that their old-fashioned appearance can ensure the stability of the country and nation.

I want to make a change, but unfortunately it's too late..."

Qian Duoduo leaned against Yun Zhao. She was very heavy now. Her original fox face turned into the full moon face that people in Guanzhong liked. Her thick waist still needed Yun Zhao to keep her from sliding down the brocade bed.

"Husband, I saw Ruan Dayue when I was in Yingtian Mansion. This person has been kind to me many times and started to give me money and supplies. Seeing that I was not happy, he started to show off his poetry and essays. After I refuted him, he started writing operas and invited me to listen. After I refused, he disappeared immediately. He was a person who knew how to advance and retreat.

You won't lose yourself just because you are addicted to something.

Most scholars in Jiangnan are like this. The more talented a man is, the more this is. For these people, they are the most important. If they like someone or something, they all have their own bottom line. After they exceed this bottom line, they will give up immediately.

After dating these people, I discovered that what made them most worried about was poetry and prose!

They always feel that Jiangnan's literary style is prosperous and literary talent should lead the world's trend. Unfortunately, since the publication of Yang Shen's poem "Linjiangxian" in Shu, the talented people in Jiangnan have been breathless. For many years, they have been writing poems and essays, but none of them can be compared with Yang Shen. Even if the rhetoric is gorgeous, they will lose their grandeur after all.

So they specialize in calligraphy, painting, and opera. Even if they have a lot of things, they are not as majestic as "Linjiangxian".

My husband wrote half of the article "The Talk of Chinese Youth" many years ago. I think that reading this article makes people full of blood and energy, and reveals the heroic spirit of young people. If my husband can make up for the whole article, he will definitely be able to shine for thousands of years.

And those scholars from Jiangnan will also look at our Lantian County with admiration."

After hearing Qian Duoduo's words, Yun Zhao curled his lips and said, "I never care about these things. Poetry and articles are just minor things and cannot be of great use in the world. If you need it, your husband will come and have as much as you want."

Qian Duoduo touched her husband's cheek intimately and said with a greasy voice: "I just like my husband's appearance of being rude but having a bold and ruthless look."

Yun Zhao pushed Qian Duoduo's fat face away from his face and said angrily: "Why no one believes it when he tells the truth?"

Feng Ying hugged her son and chuckled on the bed, saying, "Since my husband is so confident, I will use the talent you mentioned just now to open my eyes to the two of us ignorant women!"

"The nine provinces are angry and rely on the wind and thunder, and thousands of horses are silenced. I advise the heavens to shake themselves up and bring talents without any restrictions."

Before Feng Ying's voice fell, Yun Zhao couldn't wait to read Gong Zizhen's "Yi Hai Miscellaneous Poems No. 9". This person will not be born 150 years later. Therefore, Yun Zhao has no sense of shame in plagiarizing poetry. After all, the master could not accuse him of plagiarizing it, this poem was his. I just don't know if Gong Zizhen would be beaten by others when he wrote this poem in the future.

Feng Ying was stunned. Qian Duoduo held Yun Zhao's head and observed for a while and said, "My husband has been worried about this matter these days, and he has felt in his heart, which has led to this poem?"

Yun Zhao sighed and said, "Your husband is a heroic young man. He has worked hard for many years to make a plan and fight to achieve the situation. Unfortunately, I am full of ambitions and a strategy of governing the country, but I cannot use it vigorously. I touched the dust in Jiangnan, which made me realize clearly that I was in the "two bumps in my life..."

Alas, if you want good poems in the future, I will ask your husband for it. The great poet you are striving to be is actually your pillow."

Qian Duoduo left the brocade couch and quickly copied the poem. When he showed it to Yun Zhao, he was scolded by Yun Zhao, and there were two typos!

Qian Duoduo bowed his head and was taught humbly for the first time. He leaned on his husband carefully and acted coquettishly in a sweet voice: "I'll give you a lasting affectionate person."

Yun Zhao yawned and lazily turned Qian Duoduo's face over and looked at him and said, "Do you still remember the first time we met?"

Qian Duoduo said excitedly: "Yun Jiao put me in his pocket and threw it on the ground. I crawled out of the bag and saw you. You were so fat at that time... but I liked it very much."

Yun Zhao patted Qian Duoduo's fat face and said, "For the sake of your child, I will give you a song, you can listen to it."

Qian Duoduo and Feng Ying nodded together.

"If life is just like the first meeting, why do you have to do it in the autumn wind? You will change your hearts in old friends, but you will say that your hearts are changing easily. After the words of Mount Li, you will never complain about the tears, rain, and bells. How about being lucky to be a man in brocade clothes, and wishing to be together on the same day."

After finishing reading this Nalan Ci poem in a hurry, he ignored Qian Duoduo, who had already lost his mind, and Yun Zhao turned his head to Feng Ying and smiled: "Do you want it?"

Feng Ying shook her head and said, "It's so a waste. When I reach an important day, I will ask my husband for it."

Yun Zhao nodded and said, "Okay, tell me when you want it, you can do as much as you want-ah! Why are you biting me?"

Qian Duoduo bit Yun Zhao's shoulder blade hard, making Yun Zhao feel pain.

Qian Duoduo didn't care, screaming and biting her. After a while, he stopped and saw that Yun Zhao's scapula had broken.

"Is this love to the core?" Yun Zhao rubbed his shoulders while complaining about Qian Duoduo.

"Write it down!"

Qian Duoduo, whose belly was like a ball, didn't know where the strength came from, so he insisted on dragging Yun Zhao off the brocade bed. Yun Zhao was worried that he would hurt the child, so he immediately stood up and picked up his pen to write down the poem Nalan.

Qian Duoduo looked at the poem, laughed foolishly, and was sad. He didn't know what he was thinking. Yun Zhao copied Gong Zizhen's poem and handed it to Feng Ying: "Please keep it well, and it will be priceless in the future."

Feng Ying smiled and put away the words, nodded repeatedly and said, "I will definitely do it."

Qian Duoduo finally woke up from his psychedelics and looked at Yun Zhao affectionately and said, "Husband, I have no name for poetry."

Yun Zhao waved his hand generously and said, "Poetry on the bed!"

Qian Duoduo immediately beat Yun Zhao in a furious manner and said, "You have never been willing to treat me well."

Yun Zhao held Qian Duoduo's fist and smiled, "I'll give you two things. You can just call them whatever you want, even if you run out and say you wrote them."

Seeing that Qian Duoduo and Feng Ying were both satisfied, Yun Zhao dragged his soft shoes and prepared to get up and leave.

Feng Ying whispered: "Aren't you going to rest here tonight?"

Qian Duoduo immediately hugged Yun Zhao's arm and said, "Go to my place, I have something to say."

Yun Zhao spread his hands and said, "What Duoduo said just now makes sense. I should have finished writing the article "Young China Talks" and handed it over to the students of Yushan Academy. Over the past few years, I have found that they seem to have been infected with some dusk energy, and this article needs to be thought-provoking."

When Yun Zhao heard that he wanted to do a serious business, neither Feng Ying nor Qian Duoduo would bother him anymore. However, his son Yun Zhang might not be able to bear the sour smell in the room and burst into tears.

After picking up his fat son, Yun Zhao immediately felt refreshed, even though the child had already been pulled.

It was late at night, and Yun Zhao sat alone in the large study room, with his back reflected on the window. Any officials of all sizes passing by the window automatically relaxed their steps. It was the second update, and the county magistrate was still working hard.

They all understood that every document approved by the county magistrate means that a problem in Lantian County has been solved. Many people want to permanently preserve the silhouette of the county magistrate working hard so that they can tell later generations.

"The first paragraph is absolutely not necessary. If you keep it, you will not know what it means... The elderly are like opium smoke, the young are like lynx wine. The elderly are like meteorites on other planets, the young are like coral islands on the ocean sea. The elderly are like pyramids in the Egyptian desert, and the young are like the Siberian railway... This section is also not necessary. Can't this old thing use classical writing? We have to make some things that are neither west nor east."

"Ren Gong? Liang Ren Gong? Boast about it? Go and rest, Yun Zhao said it's better."

"I spent a lot of effort to memorize the original text to be shown off... This is to cause trouble for myself. It makes sense to change the textbook to that look. Now I have to change it again. It's really a matter of asking for trouble."

"The Kangxi and Qianlong era? What the hell is this? Get rid of it!"

"Gong Zizhen, Mazhini? They are all unborn characters, remove them..."

After Yun Zhao changed more than 3,700 words to more than 2,600 words and copied them again, it was dawn.

He burned the original text with his own hands, and a thick stack of manuscript paper was piled on Yun Zhao's desk.

When Yang Xiong entered the door, he saw Yun Zhao sitting dumbly on the chair and silently, so he approached gently. He looked at the manuscript paper on the table and started to chant silently, but later the voice gradually became louder... "The elderly often think about the past, and the young people often think about the future. Only when they think about the past, so they have nostalgia; only when they think about the future, so they have hope. Only when they are nostalgia, so they are conservative; only when they are hopeful, so they are enterprising..."

Yun Zhao looked at Yang Xiong who was addicted to it and said softly: "If you publish it, all the officials and students in Lantian County are in handy, you must memorize it and understand the spirit."

Yang Xiong picked up a thick stack of manuscript paper and whispered: "The county master hasn't been asleep all night, it's time to rest."

Yun Zhao whispered: "The old scholars in Jiangnan are old and cannot bear great use. We only need young people, just teenagers like you and me. I want to use the youth's passion, dreams, vitality and strength to create a brand new world of Ming Dynasty.

Yang Xiong, we are all young people, and young people should have the vitality of young people. I don’t believe that the vitality of young people will not create a bright and brilliant new world!

This article is the horn for us to set out, the direction of our journey, and our blood, our tears, our pride, our hearts are filled with light. We are hidden dragons, milk tigers, eagles, strange flowers, and swords. The world itself is prepared for us.

We have no reason to give up, the old, the rotten, and the dark will eventually be melted by our light!
Chapter completed!