"Let's go back. Let's go back to the carriage." Li Yi stopped strolling and pulled Princess Yongmu back quickly.
Li Longji and the others looked at each other. Empress Wang rubbed her belly and said to them, "You guys go first. Don't let Uncle talk about business. Help me up."
She didn't blame Li Yi for his lack of etiquette. Li Yi's behavior meant that he had a good idea.
She was more than seven months pregnant and could give birth in early spring or February.
She was happy that it was a girl in her belly, but she was afraid that it would be a boy.
Others hoped that it would be a boy, but she was worried.
How would she teach the second boy? The little guy wasn't big enough.
If she gave birth to a girl, no one would fight for her position.
If she wanted a boy, she would give birth to a few more in the future.
Li Yi returned to the car and started to draw a form.
Princess Yongmu adjusted the brightness of the diesel lamp and didn't make a sound.
When Li Yi finished drawing a form quickly, a group of people came in.
Song De also came in and said to Li Yi, "There's a team behind us. The Winged Knights found them in Weinan County."
"Did you ask who it was?" Li Yi was a little unhappy. He thought that Song De was keeping him in suspense.
"I did. He wrote four sentences. Dongzhu, I can't guess."
Song De took out a green handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Li Yi.
Princess Yongmu's eyes widened. A girl?
"Wen Tian, help me take a look." Li Yi didn't take it.
Princess Yongmu stuck out her tongue and happily took it in her hand. She looked at it and read, "The three talents are one and the same, the nine lands are two rows. The stars are dark, the smoke is thin, the fog is thin, the moon rises from the east. "
Princess Yongmu finished reading and said directly, "There's a picture in the poem. Wang Wei is here? The first two sentences say the name, the last two are lyrical. "
"Little brat, let them eat first. I have something to say here."
Li Yi took it and glanced at it helplessly. Wang Wei, why are you running back and forth?
"Dongzhu? Which one?" Song De was at a loss.
"The Three Talents, Heaven, Earth, and Man are connected vertically to form a king. In the past, it was a well-field system. Both vertically and horizontally, there were two, and in the middle was the official land. The representative of the system was David.
As for why I understood it this way, look at the last two sentences. There's a picture in the poem. Wang Wei's style began to show itself in this aspect. He was testing me.
At the same time, he is even more arrogant. He thinks that because he is famous enough, others have to analyze things from his point of view. "
Li Yi was not only good at words, but also the psychology of the characters.
"Also, Wen Tian will speak." Li Yi looked at Princess Yongmu.
"There's a picture embroidered on his silk. It's Hermit Weimo. That's the picture that was passed down from the other side."
Princess Yongmu bit her lip. She had a bad impression of Wang Wei.
If you have something to say, just say it. Why did you chase after me and play tricks on me? Do you think you are Bi Goo? You even write jingles when you ask for food.
Li Yi shook his head, "At such a young age, you still want to be perfect. What a pity!"
Li Yi knew that Wang Wei actually became more obsessed with the later stage. His surname was Wang, and his name was Wei.
Then he named himself Wei Mo Jie. The translation of Wei Mo Jie itself was pure, quiet, and natural.
Wei could be understood as Dharma, and Wang was connected with the three talents.
It was a combination of surname, name, and character. It was a high artistic conception.
In the future, his poems, paintings, songs, and Zen were also mastered through a comprehensive study.
But this person was too arrogant. He had not experienced the hardships of being at the bottom, so the things he wrote were not grounded.
This year, he wrote that he was a stranger in a foreign land …
What he really wanted to express was not homesickness, let alone the reunion of his brothers at home. He wanted to express that he was working hard outside.
It was the same as Nalan Xingde's homesickness.
A journey through the mountains, a journey through the water. Walking towards Yu Guan, deep in the night, a thousand lanterns. The wind is stronger, the snow is heavier. The noise shatters the dreams of home, but the hometown has no such sound.
When he wrote the poem, it was Nalan Xingde who went to Shanhai Pass to guard it. He was telling others, how much suffering did I suffer? Where did you go through this at the rear?
Suffering a little bit, I hate that I can't tell the world.
Now, did the person who shakes the briquettes speak? Did the person who uses the briquettes to boil water and wash the briquettes speak?
The soldiers at the border who endured the lack of oxygen and cold in the highlands. Did he bully them for not knowing how to write poems? Zhang Xiaosong was a Jinshi.
"Dongzhu, do you want to reply?" Song De now understood. He also had a bad impression of Wang Wei.
"Roast a half-cooked fish and send it to him." Li Yi wanted to knock Wang Wei down.
Turning his head, he said to the others, "I think of a fast way to exchange, use Guangzhou trade."
Taohong and others immediately took out their notebooks and pencils, looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and communicated with their eyes. Each of them wrote down a sentence, don't mess it up.
"Brother Yi, you say." Li Longji straightened his posture. It was a question of politics.
Song De bowed and left, looking for a fish to roast. He wanted to roast it to the degree that Li Yi requested.
"We are now in the era of agriculture, and food is the most important thing in social activities.
Just now, I wanted to make rice crust alone. The technique is not difficult, the key lies in the purpose and the materials.
It involves oil and staple food. Soap is made with oil, and our Tang dynasty is short of oil. "
Li Yi also sat upright. When talking about serious matters, his attitude was serious.
The sound of pencils writing on paper was heard, and each of them wrote down a sentence.
Taohong and the others did not know shorthand. Li Yi knew the theory, but he did not intend to teach them, because he could not teach them.
Everyone's shorthand was different. They defined the relationship between symbols and words according to their own habits, especially phrases.
Shorthand was easy to handle when speaking normally. But if suddenly read a prime minister's book, or Nagato Fu, how many words would be represented by symbols?
For example, the stenographer would be able to tell what the four symbols of the "socialist concept of the present" meant.
If Xiao Bai wrote, "Those who abandon me, yesterday's day cannot be kept; those who disturb my heart, today's day is full of worries."
What symbols should be used to replace it? They could only write it by force.
What? You want to master the rules of Xiao Bai's poem? Then you can try.
You can only master the style. If there was a rule in writing poems, Li Yi had a program to write it. Generally, it was some acrostic poem, and the content was not defined at all.
Chinese poems were stretched with imagery. What was the word 'also' in 'flowing water, falling flowers, and spring is gone'? Simida?
Then the word 'Xi' in 'the wind is rustling, the water is cold, the warrior is gone, never to return' is also simida?
'Many, many, not many.' These two modal particles, Simida?
"It feels okay, as long as the tone is right." Wang Wei had not yet become obsessed, but Li Yi was already obsessed.
"What's next? Brother Yi, Brother Yi! "Li Chengqi found Li Yi was absent-minded when he was talking.
"Simida? Simida! "Li Yi used this word instead of 'Ah? Ah! '
After saying it out loud, he felt that he did not do it well. Was there a translation error?
He suddenly woke up and looked around. Luckily, he was in the Tang dynasty.
He was not eating spicy fish with his two Korean buddies, or they would chase after him and beat him up.
To ease their relationship, he could only bring them to the bathing pool. They went up to the second floor, and he soaked in the big pool on the first floor.
"Big Brother, then we will do technical processing, collect production resources, process them, and sell them back at a price of a few times, a few hundred times, or even a few thousand times."
Li Yi described the operation model. He had it all back then, but the added value of the exported goods was usually not high.
The only competitive factor was the scale. Most of the daily products in the world were written with virtues.
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