Chapter 31 9. The villain files first

After returning from the field inspection at the government-owned Tuntian farm in Hanoi County in the afternoon, Yang Jun sat in the bedroom of the post house so excited that he couldn't sleep all night after the inspection, and a huge stone in his heart was finally released. He secretly calculated in his mind: According to the observation of farmland in Hanoi County during the day, this Hanoi County has already recruited 800 or 900 refugee customers and reclaimed nearly 2,000 hectares of land, which has indeed achieved remarkable results .Then, it is no problem for the imperial court to collect 8,000 shi of military rations from these farm customers this year.Recently, after defeating Gongsun Zan, Yuan Shao in Jizhou became very ambitious. He relied on the strength of his army and showed off his power. He became more and more disobedient to the Xudu court. "Incompetence to stabilize chaos, powerlessness to quell rebellion" has already aroused the righteous indignation of Yang Taiwei, Cao Sikong, Xun Lingjun and other pillars. The county confiscated 8,000 shi of military rations for the imperial court in one fell swoop, and solved the food supply worries of tens of thousands of elite soldiers for nearly a month. It is indeed a miracle!This on-the-spot inspection by myself will eventually be successful, and I will not fail the great trust of Cao Sikong and Xun Lingjun!

Thinking of this, Yang Jun felt even more at ease.He rubbed his palms together, and then repeatedly ordered to his personal servant Yang Ye: "Prepare silk, fetch inkstone, fill water, grind ink, I'm going to paint..." If it were someone else, he would have been amazed at the inspector's enthusiasm for painting in the middle of the night, but Yang Ye has been following him for many years, and he is already used to it, so he hurriedly went down to prepare silk ink. Yang Jun is a well-known painter in the Scholars Garden of Xudu, and his skill in depicting objects and scenes can be called ingenious and superb.He doesn't care about the time and place in his paintings, as long as he is interested, he will spread out the paper and silk and splash the ink in one go. Move around like a powerful and unconstrained style, suddenly refined.When the painting was finished, everyone looked at it and felt that the landscape figures in his paintings were vivid and lively, as if they jumped out of the scroll.Therefore, His Majesty Emperor Xian once praised him for his "exquisite painting skills and ingenuity", and everyone in Xudu Rulin was proud to receive his paintings.

Tonight, Yang Jun was in a good mood and flourished in painting. He decided to present a picture of "A Thousand Miles of Jiahe in the Farmland" to the His Majesty, Cao Sikong, Xun Lingjun and other important officials of the country appreciate it. Just when he was slightly closing his eyes and brewing the inspiration for the painting, Yang Ye had already presented a piece of silk, a piece of wolf hair, a piece of ancient ink, a piece of jade inkstone, and a bowl of water, which he placed on the table and several desks, and then thoughtfully He dropped his hands and stepped back. After about half a stick of incense, Yang Jun, who was sitting quietly on the seat, suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the wolf hair fine brush, dipped it in ink, and waved it down like a dragon and a tiger leaping on the piece of silk. The spirit snake's wandering has already outlined the streams and streams near and far, as well as the high and low mountains and valleys...

I don't know how long it took, he suddenly let out a long laugh, leaned back, and slowly put the wolf hair fine brush back on the inkstone - this "Picture of Jiahe in a Thousand Miles of Villages" he has completed eighty-nine out of ten. There were clumps of seedlings and ears of grain standing upright facing the sky, which were left for him to polish while sitting on the couch. At this moment, Yang Ye knocked lightly on the door of the bedroom a few times from outside, and then he raised his voice and said: "My lord, Sima Yi, the governor of Hanoi County, came to pay a visit, saying that he has something to see."

"Sima Yi?" After hearing this, Yang Jun couldn't help thinking: In the past few days, Sima Yi, as the official in charge of Anmin affairs in Zhongtuntian, Hanoi County, has been checking with himself on the spot, and his performance towards him can be regarded as somewhat learn.This Sima Yi seemed to be young, but he dealt with all kinds of common affairs in an orderly manner, with appropriate severity, and his methods were very smooth and sophisticated, he could be called a rare and capable official.Moreover, he is actually the younger brother of Sir Sima Lang, the head of the Sikong Mansion... Thinking of this, Yang Jun stretched out his hand, took the piece of ancient ink and rubbed it on the inkstone with clean water for a long while, and finally said: "You invite him in."

The bedroom door opened, and Sima Yi, dressed in casual clothes, walked in quickly. At first glance, he almost thought he was a servant!Seeing this, Yang Jun, who was slowly grinding his ink, couldn't help being surprised: This Sima Yi took off his official uniform and dressed up as a servant, which was intended to cover up his appearance. Could it be that he came here tonight to tell you something secret? ?Reminiscent of Sima Lang's whispered advice to him when he left Xudu this time, he immediately came to his senses, pondered for a while, looked over Sima Yi's head, and gave Yang Ye a wink at the door .Yang Ye immediately closed the door and retreated outside to watch out for the two of them.

Seeing Yang Jun's vigilance, Sima Yi secretly admired him, bowed deeply to him, and said respectfully, "Master Yang! Xiaosheng is so polite." Yang Jun cast his eyes on the painting of "A Thousand Li Tuntian Jiahe Picture" and slowly looked at it, and said indifferently: "Mr. Sima is free of courtesy. Maybe you don't know that before you came here tonight, the prefect of Wei Zhong and the prefect of Du Chuan Others have posted posts asking for a meeting, but they were all rejected by this seat. This seat has always been very fond of the solemn style of Mr. Yang Zhen, the former Taiwei, who "closes accounts at night and does not hand in private customers". Your Sima Jun came to see me this time, I have broken the old rules."

"Thank you, Lord Yang, for your special attention to Xiaosheng. Xiaosheng is very apprehensive and grateful." Sima Yi bowed deeply again, and his expression became more and more respectful. Yaxing, I am really sorry." "You! You! Fortunately, you are still a Qingliu scholar from the Sima family in Wen County, Hanoi!" Yang Jun suddenly raised his face, smiled, and said to him very peacefully, "Your elder brother Sima Lang, that is How dignified, dignified, calm and elegant?——Since you and I are both born in the Qingliu, how can we learn the way of communication from those official subordinates? You call yourself "my subordinate" and call me "my lord". You are a bit impatient with this! Let’s just treat each other as members of the same family. This seat is older than you, so you can just call him 'Mr.'!"

When Sima Yi heard it, he was deeply moved: This is really the speech and speech of a scholar of mellow learning!Every word and every sentence reveals the solemn and upright atmosphere of advocating literature, emphasizing Confucianism, and extolling etiquette!He immediately saluted and said: "Mr. Yang...Mr. Yang's teaching is right. Mr. Yang, Xiaosheng has gradually acquired some superficial habits in the officialdom in the state and county in recent years. Thank you for your clear words and correction. Xiaosheng deeply appreciates it." Ashamed." "Oh, I can't blame you." Yang Jun waved his hand to him, leaned over to pick up the piece of ancient agarwood ink, and slowly grinded it on the sapphire inkstone, his tone was still very flat, "Common affairs of the state and county are the most trivial matters. Complicated, but also the most disturbing to the mind - Mr. Sima, as a Confucian and refined scholar, bows down to his subordinates, like a bureaucrat working in a camp, dealing with ordinary people all day long. , don't you feel any discomfort?"

Hearing Yang Jun's question, Sima Yi pondered for a while, then calmed down and replied solemnly: "Mr. Yang's words are really words of understanding Xiaosheng's ups and downs. Xiaosheng's indulging in ordinary affairs is indeed very uncomfortable - within three days However, there is a saying: "The highest kindness is like water: water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is more than Tao." It also says: "The world is difficult, and it must be Do it in Yi. Major events in the world must be done in detail.' According to Xiaosheng’s opinion, the general affairs of states and counties are intricate and complicated, but it is just a good way to train Xiaosheng’s talent to overcome obstacles and overcome difficulties! We are among the Confucianists , if it is possible to 'sit down and talk about the Tao' and 'stand up and walk the Tao', then why worry about a chaotic world? Why worry about an uneasy world?"

Hearing this, Yang Jun couldn't help stopping his right hand, which was slowly studying the ink - he looked deeply at Sima Yi, and said leisurely: "Mr. Xun Ling once said: 'If you don't know the affairs of the world well, it's not enough to resolve doubts about something. .'Of course, the book you quoted just now goes a little deeper: 'A sage never becomes great, so he can become great.' Mr. Sima, your ambition is really lofty and lofty! Yang sincerely wishes you Can become a pillar of talent who can both 'sit and talk' and 'stand up and walk'!" "Xiaosheng just spoke freely, please forgive me, Mr. Yang." Sima Yi hurriedly bowed and saluted. "Where! Where! You spoke very well just now!" Yang Jun stopped studying ink, pondered for a while, and asked, "Sima Jun came to see you late at night, what's the matter? But please tell me." Sima Yi's eyes lingered for a moment on the painting "A Picture of Thousand Miles of Farming Jiahe" on the table in front of him, and then slowly moved to his face, and said leisurely: "Mr. Yang's painting "A Thousand Miles of Farming Jiahe" It is indeed exquisite and lifelike. Xiaosheng believes that after you return to Beijing, the whole court will praise you and praise you as a masterpiece... However, Xiaosheng wants to take the liberty of saying that you have come here today. Pointing out a small flaw in your painting, I wonder if Mr. Yang can listen to it?" "Oh? In your eyes, my "A Thousand Miles of Jiahe Picture" is still rough?" Yang Jun's face froze when he heard this, and then he smiled again, "Sima Jun also knows how to paint? Yang respectfully asks for advice." .” Sima Yi bowed deeply, fixed his eyes only on the table under the case, and said slowly: "Actually, in Xiaosheng's opinion, the flaws in this "A Thousand Miles of Jiahe Picture" are not drawn by you, Mr. Yang. It was produced, but someone outside the picture forcibly defiled you!" "Oh? What do you mean by that?" Yang Jun became more and more suspicious. "Mr. Yang, please forgive Xiaosheng for speaking bluntly: the scene of thousands of customers carrying hoeing and Dai Li to cultivate the fields in your painting is actually not true-you don't know that the official fields and customers in our Hanoi County are actually There are only dozens of them, and the more than nine hundred customers you saw during the day are actually private land tenants lured by corrupt officials and powerful families in this county to hide the truth!" But seeing Yang Jun sitting quietly behind the table, he didn't say anything for a while, and after a long time, he said calmly: "Oh... so it's such a flaw..." There was not much surprise in his tone. Sima Yi was greatly surprised by this, and looked at Yang Jun in a daze. "Ms. Yang has known about these situations for a long time." Yang Jun picked up the wolf hair brush again, put it into the water basin and washed it slowly, and the ink lines gradually spread into a faint cloud in the clear water, " At noon yesterday, when Yang was resting in the Dongpo arbor, Du Chuan, the governor of Hanoi County, came in and told Yang about everything here." When Sima Yi heard this, he was terrified: This Du Chuan is indeed extremely vicious!It seems that since he knew that he was from the Sima family in Wen County, he no longer believed in himself completely!I don't know how he ran in front of Yang Jun and sued him. Thinking of this, Sima Yi hurriedly held his breath and listened intently to Yang Jun's continuation.But Yang Jun just put the wolf hair fine pen in the water basin, stirred and cleaned it over and over again, without saying a word.The tension in Sima Yi's heart - it seemed that Yang Jun's wolf pen had penetrated straight into the depths of his heart and was stirring it back and forth! But Sima Yi is Sima Yi after all, I saw his face turned serious, his back straightened, and he said slowly with a half-bow: "Mr. Yang, Xiaosheng knows what Du Juncheng told you. Did he say that the eight The 900 private farm tenants pretended to be the official land clients of the county government by means of embedding flowers and plants—all of them were planned by my Sima Zhongda in order to receive rewards for meritorious deeds and gain fame?" Yang Jun's wolf hair brush that was slowly swinging in the water bowl stopped abruptly, his gaze lifted slowly, drifted over Sima Yi's face, and returned to the painting "A Thousand Miles of Tuntian Jiahe" on the desk in front of him. In the "Picture", as if facing the farmers in the painting, he said slowly: "Well...he really said that. Moreover, he also asked Yang very earnestly: You Sima Yi is talented and capable, and you are very talented. It's the younger brother of Chief Secretary Sima Lang, and it's good to be dedicated to serving the country, but this road is a little bit off. I hope that Yang can tolerate your mistakes and take care of you, and help you a lot! Shan Cong Judging from his emotional and tearful performance yesterday, Yang almost thought that you, Sima Zhongda, were Du Chuan's younger brother..." Speaking of this, he suddenly lifted the Langhao fine brush from the water bowl, and it fell like a meteor meteorite on the "Picture of Jiahe in a Thousand Li Tuntian" and dyed it deeply and lightly—at the same time, he dragged his voice Shouted to the door of the room: "Come on!" Sima Yi was secretly startled, only to hear the door of the room being slammed open behind him, and four or five menacing servants rushed in aggressively and rushed towards him!