Sima Guang got up very early in the morning.

I woke up in the morning and walked around the yard, and I felt refreshed.

Then there was breakfast.

Two large pieces of braised mutton were placed on the plate, looking pleasing to the eye.

The most delicious mutton is fat and lean. If you bite it with one mouth, it has the muscles of lean meat and the tenderness of fat meat...

Sima Guang ate two pieces of meat, ate another cake, then burped, and said, "I will definitely not be hungry at noon."

He doesn't eat at noon, so he has to eat more meat for breakfast and more supper.

"Mr., it's time to go to the yamen."

The servant was serving the side. Seeing that Sima Guang was still calm, he couldn't help but praise: "My husband looks like the prime minister."

Sima Guang asked, "Can you buy that book?"

The servant shook his head, "There were too many people yesterday, and when it was our turn, it would be dark."

"Yes." Sima Guang nodded and then went out.

Bianliang in the early morning was less noisy, but more vitality.

The shop is taking advantage of this idle cleaning and replenishing goods. The guy is coming and going back and forth. From time to time, you can hear the shopkeeper calling the guy to be lazy.

Pedestrians bought two steamed buns at the roadside stall and hurriedly ate them while walking. Someone dropped the meat filling on the ground. He bent down with pain and picked it up. He blew it a few times and stuffed it into his mouth...

A woman opened the door and scolded her, calling her the other side too noisy. If her son failed the Jinshi next time, she would turn around and chop the shopkeeper opposite with a kitchen knife.

This is a vibrant Bianliang.

Sima Guang looked at the world and felt a sense of peace in his heart.

When the people are ignorant, someone must guide them.

And who should bear this heavy responsibility?

New Party?

They are too radical!

Last night, Sima Guang received several more letters, all sent by friends. In the letters, they were all complaining about the new policy and saying how the new policy hurts the place.

It's difficult!

"Junshi!"

Sima Guang turned around and waited for Lu Hui to come forward and asked, "Why are you still reading books on the horse's back?"

Lu Hui handed over the book in his hand and said disdainfully: "Bao Xiren is seeking fame. He relied on Shen An to spend money to sell his reading notes to Luoyang paper. I didn't sleep all night, but I thought about his notes and found that it was just that."

Sima Guang took the book, opened it and looked carefully. At this time, the sky was dark, and the handwriting was blurry, which was very hurtful.

This time I saw it outside the imperial city.

"I've given it to you."

Seeing that he was attentive, Lu Hui went to find someone else to speak.

Things that cost three cents are really a mess.

Sima Guang likes reading. He can read the joys, sorrows, and happiness of people from books, and feels that his soul has been sublimated at that moment.

He kept looking and saw it at noon.

He didn't eat at noon, so he happened to continue reading this book of reading notes.

"Chenyuan!"

Sima Guang, who was reading a book in the room, looked up and said, "What's the matter?"

He slowly put down the book and pinched the middle of his eyebrows.

An official came in outside and talked about business. Sima Guang said patiently, and then the official said goodbye.

Sima Guang stood up and walked slowly in the duty room.

From this reading notes, he saw the changes in Bao Zheng's transformation from a reckless young man to a calm old age.

In these changes, there are many helplessness and compromises, but more of them are indomitable and passionate.

"Bao Xiren is indeed a strong point!"

Sima Guang shook his head and walked out of the duty room.

Many people outside were reading books, and Sima Guang didn't need to read them, just by knowing that it was Bao Zheng's reading notes.

The price of three cents per volume makes people feel urged to buy.

The prime minister's reading notes are even more popular.

How about Ouyang Xiu?

Sima Guang suddenly thought of Ouyang Xiu.

...

Ouyang Xiucai got up.

He was drunk yesterday. After getting up, he felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach and shouted, "Make a pot of wine for breakfast and make some porridge."

Anyone who drinks regularly will have this trick: drink to relieve alcohol.

Wash and go to the toilet, then sit down and have breakfast comfortably.

Ouyang Xiu felt that such a life was very exciting.

Let's have a sip of wine first.

Honey!

"ah……"

It was very uncomfortable to drink at this time. Ouyang Xiu sighed, his old face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, and then he saw the servant's chrysanthemum face.

"Is there something wrong?"

He poured another glass of wine.

The servant looked at the wine glass, "Alang, why don't you... let's talk about it after you drink?"

Do you think I will not be in the mood to drink after hearing this news?

Ouyang Xiu smiled and said, "I have had many ups and downs in my life. If I were not open-minded enough, I would have ended up depressed long ago. Let's talk."

The servant said: "Yesterday, the Shen family's bookstore sold a book notes, a volume of three cents..."

Ouyang Xiu's hand holding the wine glass was still stable, "Whose reading notes?"

The servant looked at him carefully, "Alang, it's... Bao Zheng's."

Ouyang Xiu was stunned for a moment, and then drank it all in one go.

"Old man!" He suddenly lowered his head and laughed.

The white hair was trembling and gradually dissipated.

"That old man!"

"When Shen An returned, I knew he would take revenge, but I always thought that it would be humiliation in person, but I didn't expect that he would think of such a move."

The servant said, "Alang, is this the way Bao Zheng thought of?"

"No." Ouyang Xiu looked up and his face turned slightly red. "Although Bao Zheng also had a sense of seeking fame, he did not have such means. His means... are straightforward. So this is Shen An's plan.

Shen An's move made Bao Zheng famous all over the world. How many people became his Bao Xiren's students for no reason. What made me sigh the most was how many people would become the successors of Bao Zheng's mantle."

He raised his glass and took a sip, "Every official, every successful person, hopes that someone will inherit his own doctrine and the concept of governing the country. They will look for successors. I have found many in recent years, Wang Anshi, Sima Guang... But no one can inherit my ideas. Bao Xiren succeeded this time, and countless students will always regard his ideas as the standard."

He raised the wine pot and raised his head and drank it.

The servant was worried about his body, so he advised: "Alang, this is a taboo!"

"Cough cough cough!" Ouyang Xiu put down the wine pot and smiled bitterly: "How old is Bao Zheng? When those scholars who read his reading notes became officials, he had already retired. This person died like a lamp, who would be afraid of an old man who was waiting to die?"

Well!

Is age a risk-averse advantage?

The servant felt that he had learned another trick.

"I'm going to find Bao Zheng to talk to you."

Ouyang Xiu went straight to the Political Affairs Hall to ask for a meeting.

His qualifications are too old and no one can refuse.

Later, Bao Zheng and him were strolling in the political affairs hall.

"That's the reading notes you gave to Shen An back then? I remember you said you would let him study well and go back to the imperial examination. But in the end he still didn't go to the imperial examination, but instead entered the center step by step. Are you successful or failure?"

Ouyang Xiu looked at everything around him and felt very familiar.
To be continued...