The third day of the third month of the ninth year of the Xuanli calendar.
The spring rain is drizzling and the fields are boundless.
Fu Xiaoguan and his party safely walked out of the Qishan Corridor on February 29th, and now is the fourth day since they entered the territory of the Wu Dynasty.
The team was even larger because the garrison in Qianye City had already received the order from Emperor Wen. They sent out 500 cavalrymen to lead the way and protect the safety of the Yu Dynasty delegation.
Therefore, all matters after that were arranged by the generals of Wu Dynasty, and Xue Pinggui was able to have some free time.
The general of the Wu Dynasty was named Xie Xifeng, about forty years old, serious and never smiling, but he paid attention to every detail and seemed to attach great importance to this Yu Dynasty delegation.
It was almost evening, and the sun had not yet set. The team set up camp in a place called Huazhong Plain.
Fu Xiaoguan had some understanding of this place from the intelligence he had received from Xiyu Tower. Beyond the Huazhong Plain was Jinguan City, the largest town on the northern border of the Wu Dynasty.
This confused him for a while, and he wondered if Du Fu's poem "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" existed in this world?
But later, during a chat with Qin Wenzhe and others, he realized that he was overthinking.
It's a complete coincidence.
The Huazhong Plain is a large plain and is the northern pasture of the Wu Dynasty. It is so named because in spring, all the flowers here bloom in great profusion, creating a spectacular sight.
As for Jinguan City, it is a landscape city. It means that standing on this city tower, you can see beautiful scenery everywhere, so it is called a landscape city.
This scene is not that beautiful scene. In the final analysis, it is still because of the guilty conscience!
Boundless fields, drizzling rain, lingering mist, a myriad of flowers in full bloom! Butterflies flutter, bees buzz, birds return to their nests, and horses gallop—this is a magnificent landscape painting!
As Fu Xiaoguan and others walked through the painting, they felt relaxed and happy, and the painting seemed even more vivid.
If this place is developed into a tourist attraction and ticket sales are made, it won't take much investment to make a lot of money... Fu Xiaoguan smiled dumbly, thinking that he was indeed a money-minded person, and his first thought was to make money.
But then a doubt arose in his mind - there was no village in such a blessed place!
Xie Xifeng, who was walking with him, kept staring at Fu Xiaoguan's back, thinking that this great talent of the Yu Dynasty was actually no different from an ordinary person.
He was young, handsome, and very energetic, but he also liked the beautiful scenery. I had once thought that he must be otherworldly, but I was overthinking it.
Qin Wenzhe wanted to compose a poem when he saw the scenery, but after trying for a long time, he found no inspiration. He turned to Fu Xiaoguan and said, "How can such a beautiful scenery not be poetic? Brother Fu, do you have any ideas? How about a poem?"
So all the students looked at Fu Xiaoguan. Many of them were members of the Lanting Poetry Society. They had seen Fu Xiaoguan's ability to compose poems at Hongxiuzhao and were very excited at this moment.
Xie Xifeng, who was standing behind Fu Xiaoguan, had his eyes light up, and a hint of color appeared in his eyes.
Fu Xiaoguan was not being pretentious. Scholars' work was not called plagiarism. As an ambassador of cultural communication, he had the obligation to leave behind those classics in this world.
So he stood proudly with his hands behind his back.
"I will compose a poem called 'Happy Rain on a Spring Night' for you all."
Someone took out a pen and paper from his sleeve pocket, but there was no ink, so he licked it in his mouth, not caring at all about the black ink in his mouth.
“Good rain knows its season; it occurs in spring.
It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening everything silently.
The wild paths and clouds were all dark, only the fire inside the tent was bright.
In the morning, I see the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the Jinguan City!
There were no river boats here, which made Fu Xiaoguan quite regretful. He could only change two words, which made the painting look a little ugly.
But to other people's ears, this just fits the scene.
Especially the line "In the morning I see the red wet places, and the flowers are heavy in the Jinguan City" made Xie Xifeng feel shocked!
At this moment, they had just arrived at the Flowery Plain. This was of course Fu Xiaoguan's first time here, but he incorporated the Flowery Plain and the scenic city into his poem - this shows that he wrote this poem at this moment!
The rest of the students were all immersed in the artistic conception of the poem and could not extricate themselves.
The whole poem describes the scenery, which is picturesque and gives rise to endless imagination.
Gongsun Ke recited in a low voice: "Sneaking into the night with the wind... The word 'sneak' is absolutely amazing!"
Wu Que deeply agreed, "The word 'submerged' gives this spring rain spirituality. Look at the next sentence: 'It moistens things silently.' Because it is submerged, it is silent, yet it nourishes all things..."
Wu Que was suddenly startled, because this poem reminded him of what Fu Xiaoguan had said to them along the way - it turned out that this poem had such a profound meaning!
It turned out that he had penetrated into their hearts like the spring rain and moistened their thoughts all the way!
This is a real teacher!
He turned to face Fu Xiaoguan and bowed respectfully, "Teacher, accept my disciple's greetings!"
Fu Xiaoguan was already a visiting professor at the Jixia Academy, but because of his age, many students still called him Brother Fu.
At this moment, the other students listened and thought about it carefully, and they immediately understood. They understood the huge gap in each other's status and even knowledge. They also immediately understood why Wu Que performed the disciple's ceremony after listening to this poem!
All the students were shocked, not because of their status, but from the bottom of their hearts. They all performed the disciple's salute, "Teacher, please accept our disciples' greetings!"
This poem completed the transformation of Fu Xiaoguan's identity among these students.
Fu Xiaoguan certainly didn't refuse. He raised his hand to support him and said as a teacher, "You must remember that poetry is only for cultivating sentiment, but it cannot govern a country. I don't object to your love of poetry, but I want you to distinguish the importance of things and never forget the fundamentals of studying!"
These words were quite heavy, and they landed heavily on the hearts of the students, making them more alert. They remembered what Fu Xiaoguan had said to them about economics and the study of things, the story of the pupa and the butterfly, and the two questions left for them.
Only then did I understand more clearly Fu Xiaoguan's painstaking efforts - he had been teaching them how to govern the country!
He was like the spring rain, moistening everything silently, but subtly making them no longer resist businessmen, no longer feel that businessmen have a low status, and even many of them have realized the importance of businessmen.
Of course, there are also craftsmen.
In Fu Xiaoguan's words, those craftsmen are the most superficial but basic researchers of the science of things.
They laid the foundation for the study of things, created tools, and improved them, which is why weaving machines were invented, and why written records evolved from bamboo slips to today's paper, and so on.
These principles that Fu Xiaoguan seemed to be telling them casually on weekdays were now like dormant weeds awakened by the spring rain. They took root, sprouted, and began to grow vigorously.
So the eyes of this group of students looking at Fu Xiaoguan became even more passionate!
I thought to myself, this is a teacher with real talent and knowledge! Unlike those old pedants in the academy, who read the sacred teachings with nodding heads, but they make people drowsy, and naturally they don’t have the thought-provoking truths like this one.
Wait till dawn to see the red wet places, and the natural flowers will beautify the city!
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