Chapter 117 I, Wu Min, will be remembered in history
After Minister of Revenue Nie Chang had a round of punches for no apparent reason, the matter was happily settled.
I, Nie Chang, am confused!
The sun rose with its red head, and it was already seven o'clock. Zhao Huan had the lights extinguished and looked at the court officials with a smile: "Spend what you need, save what you need. If anyone else has something to report, then let's get started."
"Your Majesty, I have a memorial to report."
Zhao Huan looked in the direction of the voice and saw Wu Min, the Imperial Secretary, standing in the center of the Chuigong Hall. Zhao Huan was deeply impressed by Wu Min. It was he who urged the retired emperor to allow Zhao Huan to ascend the throne. He even drafted the imperial edict for the retired emperor's abdication, which could be considered a meritorious servant of the emperor.
Li Gang and others couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Wu Min's memorial was something they had discussed in advance, but Nie Chang intervened, and not only did it not have any effect, it also made Doctor Sun lose the limelight.
Wu Min simply agreed to this matter and did not reveal to them what the memorial would contain. If it was still to impeach Doctor Sun, it would be a bit inappropriate at this moment.
"With Wu Min's political wisdom, he shouldn't make such a mistake. Since he dared to stand up, he should have already thought about what to say, right?" Everyone could only pray in their hearts.
The peace faction, led by Tang Ke and Bai Shizhong, felt a sense of crisis. "Another advocate of war. A villain's success. I hope you, Wu Min, are also confused and can do some micromanagement."
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They are all thousand-year-old foxes, and each has his own way of playing.
The official from Hemensi handed Wu Min's memorial over to Zhao Huan. Zhao Huan opened it, flipped through it casually, and put it aside. Wu Min was quite skillful.
"Well done. Tell us in detail and let's hear other people's opinions." Zhao Huan nodded in praise of Wu Min.
Wu Min took out another memorial from his sleeve and gave a detailed report to Zhao Huan and all the civil and military officials in the court.
Today's court session was a bit strange, like a paper presentation meeting, with the medical school's close relative marriage and the literature school's punctuation marks.
"Han Yu, a great scholar of the previous dynasty, said in his 'On Teachers' that ancient scholars must have a teacher. A teacher is someone who teaches and imparts knowledge and resolves doubts. There are also those who do not understand how to read and understand sentences, and those who do not understand their doubts."
"Everyone here is a successful person who has fought their way through a vast army, a single-plank bridge, and fought their way through millions of people. I'm sure you all understand how difficult studying is."
"A teacher can only lead you to the door, but the practice is up to you. A teacher can only lead you to the door, and he or she should teach you how to read and punctuate sentences. These days, classics are all connected throughout, and beginners simply don't know where to begin, making it too much of a hassle to read."
"This also led to the situation where only children from wealthy families could attend elementary schools and private academies. Even if children from poor families saved a little money to buy books, they still couldn't understand the meaning of the sages' books, which greatly restricted the emergence of talented people."
"So, under the inspiration of Your Majesty, I, Wu Min, have developed a set of punctuation marks that can greatly improve people's reading efficiency and enable them to more accurately understand the meaning of the sages."
"What's so difficult about this? If you read enough books, you will naturally be able to punctuate the sentences." Bai Shizhong looked proud, which clearly meant that he had read enough books. The other implication was of course that they had not read enough books and were not cultured.
"Bai Xiang, you're clearly mistaking the concept. These punctuation marks were originally intended for poor children who couldn't afford books or teachers. They have to work during the day and only have time to study at night. How could they possibly understand the meaning of a book after reading it a hundred times?"
"Haha!" Bai Shizhong laughed tirelessly. Punctuation marks were completely useless.
Wu Min suddenly had an idea and remembered the two examples Zhao Huan had told her. She decided to challenge Bai Shizhong to a duel. After all, they were not in the same formation. Since you were so anxious to jump out and give yourself to me for a slap, I would feel embarrassed to not give you face.
"Bai Xiang, I'm sure you've read a lot of books, so punctuation should be a piece of cake for you. I have a few sentences here, could you please help me punctuate them?"
"Just tell me!" Bai Shizhong was very confident. He had read every book of sages' books many times, so how could he be stumped by you?
Wu Min found a pen and paper and quickly wrote a line: We can do without chicken or duck, and without fish or meat, but we must have vegetables and radishes, but we cannot do without wages.
After putting down the pen, Wu Min smiled and said to Bai Shizhong who was standing aside and watching, "Look, Mr. Bai, this is the sentence."
Bai Shizhong, who had already seen the handwriting, smiled and stroked his beard, saying confidently, "This sentence is so simple, Wu Min, how could you not figure it out?"
"I wonder how Bai Xiang was determined?" Wu Min asked with a meaningful smile on his face.
"Just look." After Bai Shizhong finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to pick up the pen and wrote on the paper with a smile: It's okay without chicken or duck, it's okay without fish or meat, but vegetables and radishes are indispensable, and no wages are allowed.
Wu Min understood after reading it. Sure enough, you will make the same mistake as me. After smiling calmly, he said, "Wait a minute, Baixiang, I have a different opinion."
Then, under Bai Shizhong's puzzled gaze, he casually scribbled a few times on the paper, and the whole sentence became: If there is no chicken, duck is fine; if there is no fish, meat is fine; but vegetables and radishes are not allowed, and the wages are not low.
Old man Bai Shizhong stared speechlessly at the two identical sentences with completely opposite meanings. After a long pause, he spoke, "Well, well, my punctuation is correct."
"That's right. Just imagine, if this document was submitted to the government as a complaint, how would the government understand it?" Wu Min did not refute Bai Shizhong's words, but asked a question in return.
"This..." Bai Shizhong was stunned by Wu Min's question. How to interpret this sentence with two meanings depends entirely on people's subjective consciousness, which may cause innocent people to suffer injustice.
Wu Min seized the opportunity to continue his offensive, picking up his pen and writing a poem on paper: "During the Qingming Festival, the rain falls heavily, and the pedestrians on the road are about to die. I ask the innkeeper where it is, and a shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village in the distance."
Bai Shizhong's face lit up with joy when he saw it. This poem has rhyme and parallelism, so it must be correct.
This is "Qingming" by Du Mu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty. Can you come up with something more fancy? Speak with confidence.
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road are heartbroken.
May I ask where the tavern is? The shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village in the distance
Wu Min looked at Bai Shizhong with a smile: "I have a little idea here too. You said it was a poem, but I think it is a ci!"
"How is that possible?" Many people in the court said, "My private school teacher taught me this when I was a child. This is a poem."
"Yes, this is clearly a seven-character quatrain."
Wu Min picked up her pen and wrote on the paper: "During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily on the road. I am about to die, so I ask where the tavern is. A shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance."
"Hiss!" It was indeed a poem. Bai Shizhong recited it aloud. Although it was not as good as a poem, it was also a poem with fluent language.
This Wu Min is quite something.
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