Chapter 32: Today's worry

Sima Qian's history was not smooth, mainly because the history of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors was too unreliable.

He found it difficult to write.

If he wants to write a general history, he must start from the origin of the Han Dynasty.

If you want to write about the origin of the Han Dynasty, you must explain the origin of these people in the Han Dynasty.

If I write this way, Pangu, Nuwa, Suiren... will appear in his historical books.

It’s disappointing to think about it. Pangu can create the world, Nuwa can make people with clay, Shennong tastes hundreds of herbs, Huangdi can call the wind and rain, Chiyou can mobilize millions of demon gods, Xing Tian can continue to fight if his head falls out, and even Jie and Zhou can be the wine pool and meat forest... When Liu Che comes, he can only get some white deer coins!

There is no way to write a history that one generation is worse than another.

When Yun Lang met Sima Qian, he happened to meet him coming out of the cellar and there was no time to clean up the ink marks on his mouth.

Seeing Yun Lang coming, Sima Qian grabbed him and said, "Is there any wine?"

Yun Lang said blankly: "Of course there is."

“Is there a lot?”

"Not a small amount!"

"What do you think of us two going to your cellar to drink today?"

"Why do you have to go to the wine cellar to drink? It's good to drink outside."

"I don't have the shame to see people!"

This was obviously perfunctory. Sima Qian's wife was standing at the door at this time, and she was also worried.

"My father is not patient with the hard work of his career and is about to resign and return home to live his life. I will take over the position of the historian."

After drinking a glass of wine, Sima Qian finally explained the real reason. He wrote history books into a dead end and there was no possibility of it coming out for a while. At this time, he might be able to find another way to become a historian.

"What did you write before?"

Sima Qian smiled heroically and said, "Burning."

“Why?”

"When you see it, why don't you burn it?"

"Are you not going to write your masterpiece?"

"Writing, it just needs to be played again and opened with another drum. It has insufficient mind, insufficient knowledge, short-sighted knowledge, and no gaps in mind. How could Sima Qian write a brilliant masterpiece like this?

Drink, drink, and let me go to the world for a while to experience it...hahaha..."

Yun Lang knew that Sima Qian's career had not been smooth. He probably would have to roll in the mud pit of the officialdom.

However, Yunlang still raised his glass to congratulate him and congratulated him on his rise.

This time Sima Qian was drunk as if he had put all his thoughts in the wine glass and then swallowed his stomach with the strong wine.

After getting drunk, Sima Qian said goodbye to the Yun family, who had lived in two years. He rode a ox cart with his wife and two big boxes of books on it, and went to Chang'an with full confidence.

Song Qiao wanted to take back Tingtaoju where Sima Qian lived. That beautiful place had almost been ruined by the couple. It should be rebuilt to entertain the next distinguished guest.

Yun Lang didn't think anyone could be more noble than Sima Qian, so he did not allow Song Qiao to send someone to rebuild Tingtaoju, but just sent someone to clean Tingtaoju every day.

A scholar who went down the mountain with a loyalty and became an official will probably not take long before he will return to Yun's family and continue to live here to write books.

He Chouyou no longer eats fried beans. Huo Guang said that He Chouyou ate a bean last month. As a result, one of his teeth was damaged by the beans and he shed a lot of blood.

This is a symbol of aging...

However, he still likes the five-spice broad beans made by Yunlang. At least the beans cooked are glutinous and soft, and will not harm their teeth.

In this way, He Chouyou gave up the famous iron broad beans and started eating five-spice beans. This seemed to be a small change.

In fact, in Yun Lang's view, this is an important sign of whether he has the ambition to overcome difficulties or not.

From then on, He Chouyou is no longer the person who is like a great devil who makes everyone feel scared.

Now he is just an old man who teaches Yun's martial arts skills.

Power is the most powerful magic medicine for elixirs for men. As long as power is still in his hands, he will not feel old.

For more than a year, I have never seen Liu Che again, nor received any instructions from Liu Che.

That person seemed to have forgotten his existence...

Although he is getting old, he is becoming more like a person. On the edge of the Qingquan residence where he lives, there are orchids he dug from Mount Li.

The pottery pot that was used to hold orchids was given to him by Yun Lang. Each pottery pot made He Chou very satisfied. In his opinion, the large pottery pot that was used to hold orchids in the palace could not be on the countertop.

The fragrance of orchids is far away. The colder the weather is, the farther the smell spreads. The huge Qingquanju is shrouded in a faint fragrance of orchids.

"A good person should not be an official, but a hermit should be completely hidden. Any hermit who can be persuaded by the royal family to go down the mountain are seeking power and profit. Only when I am old can I know how pleasant it is to plant a few pots of orchids safely."

Yun Lang smiled and shook his head and said, "Why, I will learn to plant orchids from you when I am seventy?"

He cried out a slight smile, his eyes filled with joy, and pointed to the orchids beside him and said, "I'll live until that time, but these orchids can be given to you.

When I die, remember to make me a clay sculpture. You don’t have to melt my flesh and blood, you can directly make a fat clay sculpture. Choose a place where you can be lazy against the wall and put it in place, and then close the Lingwei Camp!"

Yun Lang chuckled and said, "I want to close it now. As for you, I'd better make a coffin and bury it in Yun's cemetery. You are Yunyin and Huo Guang's masters. They should come to worship you all the time."

He Chou ate a five-spice bean and said, "You won't go in in the future?"

Yun Lang said proudly: "I am from the Han Dynasty!"

He Chouyou picked his thumbs up and said, "No, not bad, I remember you said in front of me before that you are from Old Qin!

This kind of maternal style is a mother-in-law, and most people can't learn it, especially those who can still use the dirty means of changing their minds to express a martyr's atmosphere. You are probably the only one in the world, right?"

Yun Lang smiled and waved his hand and said, "Give me aside and don't stay yesterday's day. Those who disturb my heart today will have more worries.

Mr. He, drink the wine in a glass of wine.”

He Chouyou smiled and said, "The sentence is very good, it is just used to ruin it. Why? Seeing that scholars like Sima Qian have entered the officialdom, but you are so talented, you are abandoned by Your Majesty. Are you very unwilling to accept it?"

Yun Lang shook his head and said, "No unwilling to give up. If possible, I really want to live my life like this without doing anything."

"Aren't you afraid of overwhelming your extraordinary talent?"

"Huh? I have super talent? Why don't I know?"

Why worry, there were many people patting Yun Lang's shoulders and said, "I said that if you have extraordinary talent, you must have the virtue of being worthy of this sentence.

I am seventy-six years old this year and have been in the palace all my life. The talented and virtuous people I have seen are like crucian carpies crossing the river. Even people like Liuhou have lived with their eyes. If you were born at the end of the Qin Dynasty, you would probably have to be two points better than Liuhou.

Never underestimate yourself.”

Yun Lang laughed and said, "This is why Mr. He loves me."

He Chouyou couldn't help laughing, and raised his wine bowl and said, "Talking to you can always make me happy, so drink a lot!"

He Chouyou had poor alcohol tolerance. After two jars of Ziyun's strong wine, He Chouyouyou made excuses of being dizzy and would go to bed in Qingquanju.

Leave the messy winery to Yunlang for treatment.

Yun Lang frowned, drank the remaining bowl of wine in one go, threw the wine bowl on the table, sighed and left Qingquanju.

He Fighted the news that there was no dog there, which made Yun Lang feel very bad.

Thinking of the thin and weak boy, who is now struggling alone on the grassland, Yun Lang feels very sorry for the dog.

The two armies of Youbeiping and Yanmen Pass attacked Longcheng, and an unprecedented decisive battle was about to take place in Longcheng.

Yun Lang really hopes that the dog will come back soon at this time.

The dog stood in the grass that was tall, carefully staring at the wild goats looking around in front of him. This thing usually lives on cliffs, and I don’t know why it appears on the flat ground.

The meat of the wild goat is very delicious. Shepherds are unwilling to let go whenever they meet the wild goat.

A short crossbow appeared on the dog's hand, and the three crossbow arrows had been stringed. As long as they were buckled, the wild goat would definitely not have the possibility of escaping.

Just as the dog was about to take action, Lan Ying, who was lying near the neighbor, suddenly rushed towards the wild goat fiercely, and his hands protruded out to grab the wild goat's short horns.

The wild goat struggled hard, and Lan Ying's body shook with the shaking of the wild goat. The wild goat's hooves stepped on her several times, but she still did not let go.

"Dog, come quickly, this is a big dairy sheep!"
Chapter completed!