Every Spring Festival, the happiest thing is about the farmers. In autumn, the food harvest is bumper, and life is guaranteed.

The bronze faces of the old farmers are hidden deep in the marks carved by time, but the smiles filled with wrinkles will dilute the marks. The hard work and sweat of the past seem to have never happened. Looking at their smiles, Han Yan couldn't help but feel that happiness is so simple...

In the ancient Han Dynasty, there was the Spring Festival and naturally there was New Year's Eve.

Gong Gaohou is quite kind. Regardless of whether he sells himself or not, he will give his servants a few days off, let him go home to meet his relatives and tell him about his longing.

Xier started to get anxious a few days ago. She often sat in a daze. At night, she was watching the moon in the yard with a cool breeze, which made Han Yan feel melancholy. At night, she dreamed of her relatives who had traveled through time and cried so much that she simply gave Ya a vacation and gave her two golden pills. She was not upset when she saw her.

On New Year's Eve, various cities in the Han Dynasty will hold "elimination" ceremonies, using drum beats to expel the "epidemic ghosts".

There will be people from the official organization wearing various masks, embroidered and painted clothes, dressed up as little girls, land, kitchen god, witch god, ghost god, etc., driving evil spirits on the streets and walking all the way outside the city. This is called burying evil spirits. Most ordinary people will come to watch, which is no different from the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in later generations.

Gonggao Houguo is too young, and he can't even find the clothes for role-playing. The mask is also a wooden sign, and it is not stained. He just buckles his face and tied his head with a rope, which makes people laugh and cry.

Even the team was unable to get enough people, but a few minor officials in the government symbolically used drums to knock on the streets and left the city gate. They could see that people could die, and they were not as prosperous as possible.

Han Yan felt that he was holding his breath and wanted to go to the nearby Hejian Kingdom to see it. It is said that it is quite prosperous. By the way, he took a look at Liu De's Rihua Palace and borrowed some Confucian scholars from him. After all, if you want to buy a property, someone will have to take care of it if you buy a house, but you can't get back in one day.

Han Shuo advised: "Brother, tomorrow is the first month of the year. You must worship your ancestors. You must not be absent, otherwise you will be disrespectful. Besides, my uncle is coming back soon. When we travel around, he missed you very much and always nagged. I think you should not run around."

"It's done." Han Yan had no choice but to feel sad about the transportation of this era, so he could only go to Hejian Country when he returned to Chang'an after the New Year.

After not knocking on Liu De's quarrel, Han was obsessed with it, and he had to let some blood be done before he could be content.

The two brothers chatted in the papermaking workshop at the foot of the city wall. Several minor officials who had completed the "elimination" ceremony surrounded the two second-generation ancestors like stars and their expressions were pleasing to their hearts.

Han Erdan played with the scimitar that Han Yan bought for him and looked at the minor officials coldly.

If he hadn't known that killing people would pay his life, he would probably have chopped up a few officials to take revenge. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have become a slave.

The lives of the Han people were very depressed. The curfew restricted the development of society. Only during the holidays would it be temporarily lifted so that everyone could live a nightlife.

In the morning, the scattered people came to the city to buy New Year's goods. The peddlers looked at Han Yan with joy, and those who were familiar would come over to say hello.

Occasionally, there are young men with disheveled clothes, hurried and tired faces who drove a ox cart back to the city. Most of them, they went to the nearby Hejian Kingdom yesterday and spent the night in the girl's neighborhood with their daughter-in-law on their backs. They had to bring back New Year's goods early this morning and cheated their daughter-in-law about to get it.

The few officials were not surprised and did not go up to interrogate. They just whistled together and teased the young man for a few words, which made him blush and let him go. The neighbors and villagers bowed their heads and didn't look up. It was the Spring Festival again, so there was no need to have an unhappy thing.

Compared with later Confucianisms in governing the country, the Han Dynasty has not yet abolished all schools of thought and respected Confucianism. The people are more open-minded. It is said that even the queens have second marriages, and it is a trend for wealthy families to support prostitutes. There are female neighbors in big cities. If men have spare money and occasionally go to eat meat, the women at home will not split up. At most, they will just complain a few times.

Because the "prostitutes" in the Han Dynasty were still sacred professions, the people would not despise them, and would not rely on others, but would be strong enough to live with their own abilities, which is worthy of respect.

But he fell into the dust and faced various kinds of men who were arrogant, not taking a bath, or having body odor, or not knowing how to be merciless every day. It is probably better to sell himself as a maid.

In this era, unmarried women from ordinary families can also go out to the streets at will. If they meet someone they like, they can secretly send a secret message. As long as they are not slaves or married people, most of the families will not object.

Because if you don’t marry an ordinary person, you can only be a concubine for a wealthy family. In comparison, being down-to-earth is the real thing.

The rule of Wen and Jing was probably the best time of the Han Dynasty. People could eat enough and everyone lived and worked in peace. The rebellion of the Seven Kingdoms a few years ago was quickly quelled. The Huns occasionally came to plunder, but the border was damaged and had nothing to do with the people in the mainland. If there were no natural disasters, all farmers would be happy.

...

On the first day of the first day of worship, Han Ying would bring his family to Gonggaohou Kingdom for the New Year.

Han Yan had inquired about this cheap uncle very early.

A famous Han scholar, who had a high prestige within Confucianism, was a master of Xunzi and Mencius's theories, a well-known cultural person, and also created the Han Poetry School, with many disciples and disciples, and belonged to the figure who founded the sect.

The cultural people of the Han Dynasty were quite fierce and had a high status. They were guests of honor everywhere. All princes welcomed them. Even emperors had to use their colors. Most of the laws were formulated by these people. Even when encountering cases that could not be judged, they had to quote the classics, quote their works and theories to determine life and death, and judge right from wrong, grievances, so that the people could be convinced.

Facing the awesome person, Han Yan couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He tidied up his sleeves, straightened his face, looked in his heart, cleared his throat before going out.

Today's Hou's Mansion is quite lively. Although the servants were allowed to go home and only their own family were left, the children's laughter and joy still added a lot of vitality to the Hou's Mansion.

When he went out, he saw Han saying that he was playing wildly with three little kids, and ran around with a slingshot, chasing me and chasing me with a childlike fun. Seeing him coming, the children stopped and watched him curiously, which was far less familiar than Han saying.

Since his parents died, Gong Gaohou sent Han Yan to the prince's uterus and did not go home during festivals. Only when he went to Chang'an to pay homage to the emperor would the grandfather and grandson meet.

The scene was quite awkward and there was basically nothing to say. Most of the time, Han Tui asked, and Han Yan replied, "How is it in the prince's uterus? Is the prince treating you? If you ask wrongly, Han Yan will talk back and vent his dissatisfaction. This is how the title of evil grandson comes from."

The last time I went home was about three years ago, so I was very strange to these kids.

Han Yan thought for a while and ordered, "Help me come over with a sharp knife and five chopsticks and make something fun for everyone."

"It's fun?" Han said that his childlike innocence was still gone, so Saya ran to get it.

Under the children's gaze, Han Yan found a piece of wooden board in the yard, took a sharp knife and cut it into five long thin slices, then made the two ends narrower and thicker in the middle, and then asked Han to make the red fire column, burn a small eye in the middle of the thin slice, insert the chopsticks, and then drip the pigskin glue.

Carpenters in the feudal era did not use mortise and tenon simply, and it was necessary to use glue to get some places.

Han Yan's production technique was a bit bad. He made the bamboo dragonfly, but four of them were scrapped. Either the small eyes were too hot, or the two ends of the thin slices were asymmetrical, and in the end only one could fly.

When he closed his hands and rubbed the chopsticks and sent the bamboo dragonflies to the sky, the children burst into strong cheers, as if they had opened the door of thinking to the sky. A long awesome sound came from the living room of the Hou Mansion, and there was light in his eyes, which was very bright.

"I don't believe it if you say he created a keel water wheel, but if he believes it." Han Ying was amazed, wearing a green robe, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, wearing a Jinxian crown on his head, and straightened his body. The goat beard had obviously been carefully repaired, and his eyebrows were frowned without anger. He just stood there and felt a majestic momentum.

Han Tuidang also had a kind of heroic feeling, saying: "In recent years, he was with the crown prince, and I was always worried about being infected with arrogance and extravagance. Now I don't seem disappointed. I have arrogance and extravagance, but it is not a waste of talent. Although I am a heretic, heretics are also Taoism, which is better than not having Taoism."

"After that being said, heretics are not a long-term solution. He has a close relationship with the crown prince. He will be a minister in the court in the future. He should read more books of sages and assist the king in governing the world." Han Ying said, and suddenly thought about it and asked: "When I came, I saw a workshop outside the city, leaning against the city wall and illegally occupying land, but the officials ignored it. Could it be that Han Yan did it?"

"You've guessed it right." Han Tuidang smiled and explained: "That's his papermaking workshop. You said that the heretics are not a long-term solution. I don't think it is necessary. The paper he produces will be supplied to His Majesty and will be popular all over the world. Thin paper will replace heavy bamboo slips. All the people in the world and ministers in the court will benefit. Sometimes the heretics are more beneficial to the people than the righteous."

"..." As a great scholar, Han Ying was speechless for a moment.

Since the servants all went home and the lunch was prepared by the ladies themselves, it was a little late.

With the bamboo dragonfly, the three children told Han that they had a better time playing games. Four of them played rock-scissors together, and whoever wins will fly once until the wife comes to shout for dinner.

During the meal, there was no intrigue from the wealthy royal palace, and everyone was happy.

Han Tuidang was also rare and lit incense in the room, which smelled very nicely.

"Han Yan pays homage to uncle."

"No need to be polite. Eat first, and I have something to tell you after the meal."

"Here." When Han Yan saw his uncle, he had an idea at first sight. When we had our storefronts all over the country, while selling paper and newspapers, we would hire Confucian scholars to teach the people for free, teach people to read and write, and promote cultural popularization. At that time, Han Ying would be hired as the principal. With his prestige, it would be no problem to suppress those Confucian scholars.

Monopolizing paper will lead to huge profits, which is enough to support the cost of hiring Confucian scholars.

Maybe Han Ying is there, and the atmosphere of eating today is quite depressing. On weekdays, everyone will chat a few times while eating together, talking and laughing. But Han Ying and his family are serious and only care about eating, and have no intention of opening their mouths. Confucianism emphasizes eating without saying anything and sleeping without saying anything. This is how Han Ying educates his children.

In fact, Han Yan was a little disdainful of this kind of etiquette. It was hard to imagine how his uncle came when he went out to travel around the vassal states.

Based on his experiences in Chang'an and Yan State, he toasted each other during dinner and banquets, and the atmosphere was warm. If you just didn't say anything, wouldn't that make you look noble and unsociable?

However, this kind of thinking is just about thinking about it. Everyone has their own habits and cognition, and respect each other.

After everyone had eaten almost the same food, Han Ying put down her serious airs, smiled on her face, and greeted Han Yan, "Come on, I'll say a few words to you."

"Okay." Han Yan smiled and stood up, following him out.

The Hou Mansion was simple and had nothing to appreciate, so the two walked into the pavilion at the height of the Tushan Mountains. Standing here, you could overlook the Gonggao Hou City. Looking at the small mountains, you would also understand that the autumn wind was bleak, and the rushing wind blew into your clothes. You had to shrink your neck and close your cuffs to make it feel better.

Facing the cold wind, Han Ying was like an iron man who didn't know the cold and heat. His body was still straight and his temperament was still majestic. He stood on the top of the mountain, his sleeves flew, and his temperament was fascinating.

"Yan'er, a few days ago, I heard that you were brave enough to help the minor officials write a letter. The crown prince also wrote a memorial to Your Majesty in Anlu County, which made Your Majesty furious. Do you know what happened to the Hei Family later?"

"This..." I had a premonition in my heart. The Hei family would definitely end up, "I don't know."

"The family was confiscated and the family was destroyed, and the family was fourteen, and the market was abandoned."

"What, what?" Han Yan was stunned, and felt a chill of coldness at his fingertips, and then his body became cold, and his skin became densely filled with goose bumps, as if he was in an ice cellar.

Abandoned market means killing people in public in the downtown where the masses gather, intimidating the people. Fourteen people, children, and the heads are rolling and blood flows into a river.

No wonder King Jingchuan and King Hejian were so afraid of Wei Wan. Knowing that his son was usurping the system, he rushed over to express his love overnight. It turned out that Emperor Jing of Han used ruthless actions to shock the princes.

Seeing Han Yan's face turned pale and his lips tremble, Han Ying gently patted his back and comforted him, "I told you this to tell you that in a high position, there are too many people who can influence them. Now you are not just a descendant of a prince, but also a minister who will assist the future supreme minister. Your words and deeds will affect the crown prince, and he will affect the people of the world. I hope you read more books of sages and less focus on heretics. People around the emperor are more important than any creation."

"Uncle, I..." Han Yan felt very wronged. He mom, didn't I just write a message for the minor official? Why did so many people die at once? Haven't you, the emperor, ever heard that the disaster is not as good as your family?

"You are still young, so no one tells you about the consequences of the black family. The people will only praise you for being righteous, but you must understand that doing anything has consequences. Ordinary people can be innocent, but you can't, just take care of yourself."
Chapter completed!