About inspiring historical stories
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Inspiring historical stories: Mud Legs
During the reign of Emperor Taizu of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Pu was the prime minister.
One day, Prime Minister Zhao handed a memorial to the emperor, requesting that someone be appointed to a certain official position. Taizu glanced at the name of the recommended person on the memorial, and his face darkened. Because he always hated this person's behavior, he threw the memorial back without saying a word.
Prime Minister Zhao seemed to have foreseen it. He picked up the memorial, dusted the dirt on it, and put it back into his sleeve. When he went to court the next day, he handed over the memorial again. When Taizu saw it, he was still the same person, his face became even more ugly, and he refused.
On the third day, Prime Minister Zhao acted as if nothing was wrong and handed over another memorial, but he still recommended that person. Now Taizu was very angry, and he couldn’t do it again and again. He couldn’t help but roared: "I just won't give him a promotion, what can you do?" After saying that, he tore up several memorials and threw them to the ground.
This is the legendary Long Yan's rage, but Prime Minister Zhao calmly replied without changing his expression: "Punishments are used to punish sins, and rewards are used to reward meritorious deeds." Human beings, this is the same truth throughout the ages. Besides, punishment and rewards are the punishments and rewards of the world, not your majesty’s personal punishments and rewards. How can you act arbitrarily based on your own joy and anger?"
Taizu. He became even more angry, and couldn't stop talking about him, so he got up and went into the inner palace. Prime Minister Zhao was not in a hurry. He knelt on the ground and picked up the torn memorial piece by piece before going home.
Three days passed, and Prime Minister Zhao did not deliver any more memorials. Taizu's tense nerves relaxed, and he felt a little proud, thinking that he was probably afraid of me.
Unexpectedly, on the fourth day, Prime Minister Zhao handed over another fold. Taizu took a closer look and found that this fold was made up of pieces of paper pieced together and glued together. Take a closer look at the top. content, I still recommend that person to be an official. It turned out that Taizu had torn Prime Minister Zhao's memorial into pieces so much that it took him three days to put it back together.
Taizu had no choice but to finally agree to Prime Minister Zhao’s request. Who made him meet such a clay-footed master?
Zhao Pu and Song Taizu were commoner friends. He didn't read many books when he was young, and he didn't have much knowledge. When he became prime minister, Taizu persuaded him to study. Zhao Pu also felt deeply powerless, so he studied diligently. When I get home from work every day, after dinner, I lock myself in the study room, open the book box, take out the book and read without letting go of the book. I don't participate in any activities such as banquets, outings, or playing cards. The benefits of studying soon became apparent. When dealing with government affairs during the day, I was decisive, without any sloppiness, and handled them very appropriately. After his death, his family opened the book box to see what books he had been reading all day long. It turned out to be the Confucian classic "The Analects of Confucius". They couldn't help but think of his famous saying: "Half of the Analects of Confucius rules the world."
Zhao Pu, who has no family background and lacks knowledge, is able to become a general and a prime minister and accomplish a great career. One of the most important characteristics is that he has a weak leg, which is actually a kind of persistence. . Guan Hanqing has a famous saying: "I am a pea that cannot be steamed, boiled, beaten flat, stir-fried or exploded, and is as loud as a copper pea. No matter who teaches you to drill into it, it will keep on hoeing, plucking, untying, and stopping." "Don't take off your hair, and wear it slowly." With such energy, what can't be done successfully?
An inspirational historical story: Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage
Speaking of Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage. In the story, the main characters are of course Liu Bei and Zhuge Liang. Liu Bei was twenty years older than Zhuge Liang. What's interesting is that the fate of the elder and the younger is similar. They both encountered troubled times, both lost their parents when they were young, and they both left their hometowns and wandered around.
Time flies, and Liu Bei will be fifty years old in three or four years. After struggling for most of his life, he has not found a serious official position. Instead, he is like a lost dog in the north. Being squeezed by Cao Cao and other large and small forces, he could no longer stand, so he had to flee south. Fortunately, after more than 20 years of painstaking preparation and exhaustion of vernacular, he finally made it known that he was the true successor of Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Western Han Dynasty. Liu Sheng, the son of Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty and the grandson of Zhongshan King Jing Liu Sheng, was actually recognized by Liu Biao, the warlord who ruled Jingzhou and was also the head of the imperial family, and took him in and sent him to live in Xiangyang, the area under his jurisdiction. Liu Bei came to Xiangyang, and when the news stopped, he couldn't stay idle. To put it nicely, he had long-cherished ambitions. When he was young, he thought that one day he would become rich and stand out. But these words don't sound so good in the mouths of ordinary people. They are called tyrants, mountain kings or ambitious people. In fact, everyone in Zhuodi knows that Liu Bei's family is an outsider. Liu Bei's father and mother came from Sichuan with a dog-beating stick to beg for food...
It is said that there is a village with the surname Liu in northern Sichuan. According to legend, It seems that Liu Bang was named the King of Han by Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, and rushed into Sichuan. Later, in order to fight for the world, Liu Bang relied on Han Xin's clever plan of "building plank roads openly and secretly visiting Chencang", leaving behind when he left Shu. In Grandpa Liu Bei's time, the eunuchs gained power in the imperial court, the world was in chaos, and many people died. The village surnamed Liu was no exception, and there were no one to bury people who died from starvation. Liu Bei's grandfather was a Feng Shui practitioner. In troubled times, there was no way to make a living. The family was so poor that there were days when they couldn't take the blame. Liu Bei's father asked his grandfather: "They say you can read Feng Shui, but does it work? Dad! Take a look. Our family is as poor as a grandma, why don't you show it to yourself? Find a piece of rich land, and don't starve to death!" Old Feng Shui sighed, wiped away his tears, and said miserably: "Son. , There is no hope of living a prosperous life here... My father is old, and I can't hold on any longer. I was afraid that you would leave me and go away, but I don't dare to say that now. Son, in order to leave a root for our Liu family, you can take your wife and go north. If you are lucky and can survive, as long as you see the boundary where cows sleep on the roof and the car hangs on the waist of the tree, take off your shoes and weigh it. Nine pounds is your place to stay. Remember, once you take root, don’t come back again..." Old Feng Shui said and closed his eyes. Liu Bei's father burned down the shabby house, buried his father, and went north in tears. The couple traveled thousands of miles to beg, the wind cut through the frost, the rain scorched the snow, spring passed and autumn came, winter passed and summer came, it was really like wallowing on the road of uncertainty and bathing in the underworld. The grass was green and the grass was yellow. I can’t remember what time it was. In the evening, there was a thunderstorm. The couple struggled to reach a small village with help from each other. Hungry and fatigue tortured their lives. As the saying goes, when the lamp oil is almost exhausted, the flame will still jump a few times, let alone two people looking for a blessed place! Just when they couldn't support it and were about to fall, a sudden flash of lightning illuminated a large and fluffy tree in front of them. There was a spinning wheel hanging on the branch of a mulberry tree. The two of them couldn't help but cheer up and shouted at the same time: "Ah! The spinning wheel is hanging on the tree..." They took a few steps forward and fell down under the big tree. When they woke up, it was already two days later, and they were lying on the kang of the villagers' house. They knew that a kind person had saved them. When they asked, it turned out that the village was called Wuzhang Sang, also called Dashulousang. It got its name because the big mulberry tree at the head of the village canopy like a building. They were looking for shoes and wanted to go to the ground. The fellow came in with the shoes and said with a smile: "These shoes of yours are really good for squatting. They weigh nine pounds." The couple was stunned when they heard this, and then understood each other. He smiled, put on his shoes, ate the hot meal sent by the fellow villagers, and became angry. He walked out of the house and looked around. Suddenly his wife shouted: "Look over there!" The man followed the call and saw the high slope behind the village. A cow is resting on its belly, and the roof below the slope is exactly level with the slope, which is exactly what the old man said: "The cow lies on the roof." All three things came true, and the couple decided to settle here. When they told the villagers, everyone sympathized with them and helped them clean up an abandoned house near the village. From then on, Liu Bei's parents and his family came to Zhuo County. The couple originally had a good skill in weaving mats and straw sandals. The area was rich in reed ponds and straw, and there was no shortage of weaving materials. The mat and shoe business was easy to do, and their lives were quite comfortable. Within two years, Liu Bei was born.
When Liu Bei grew up, he had big ears and long arms and a strange appearance. After studying for a few more years, he learned that there was a gangster named Liu Bang among the ancestors of the old Liu family. He took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Qin Dynasty to use his wits. The son rebelled, saying that he was the dragon seed forged by my mother during a dream peace with the dragon on the sacred stone by the lake. Later, she bravely killed the two-headed snake (a metaphor for Qin Shihuang, the second son and his father) with a sword, but he actually got it. The world is sitting on the throne of the supreme emperor! Inspired by this, Liu Bei sized up the situation and boasted that he was a clan member of the Han Dynasty. He flaunted his orthodoxy everywhere, focusing on winning over people's hearts and attracting talents.
Liu Bei had long heard that Zhuge Liang was as good as the ancient sages Jiang Ziya, Guan Zhong, Leyi, and Zhang Liang of the Han Dynasty. If he gets this person, he can conquer the world. Now Liu Bei is living in Xiangyang, and Zhuge Liang is also living in seclusion here. This opportunity cannot be missed. Liu Bei is a ghost, so why not refuse to invite him? I don't think the two sworn brothers Guan Yu and Zhang Fei will be unhappy, thinking that Zhuge Liang is just a good-natured old man who talks a lot. No hair, no performance, nothing more than a false appearance. Liu Bei told them a strange story about Zhuge Liang...
Zhuge Xuan, Zhuge Liang's uncle, did not have a deep foundation in the south and was often ostracized by local officials and gentry. When Zhuge Liang was fifteen years old, he took his nephews and went to his friend Liu Biao and was placed in Xiangyang. Unfortunately, he died two years later. Without his uncle, Zhuge Liang could only rely on his own efforts. He led his younger brother to build several thatched houses deep in the dense forests of Longzhong, a remote area west of Xiangyang City, opened several fields, and lived a diligent and frugal life as a small farmer.
Even though Zhuge Liang was just over 20 years old, he had read through all the books in his uncle's collection and the classics and secrets of his friends, and he was familiar with them. Soon, he heard that there was a hermit named Huang Chengyan who lived in seclusion under Wollongong in Nanyang in the north, so he arranged for his younger brother to go to Nanyang alone. After all the troubles, he found Mr. Huang, but unexpectedly, Mr. Huang's books were never loaned out, which was hard to do for Zhuge Liang.
Zhuge Liang was not discouraged. He built a thatched shed not far from Huang’s house to live in. Within a few days, he found that the old man had raised two big cranes. When the old man released the cranes, He walked over generously, but the two cranes were very affectionate to him and danced around him, chanting loudly, as if they were born together.
The old gentleman was greatly surprised and took the initiative to receive him. As soon as the two chatted, they felt as if they had met each other late, and they actually formed a long-lasting friendship. Mr. Huang took him to his home and allowed him to read all the books in the collection. As time went by, he found that this handsome and handsome young man had a super memory, extraordinary understanding, good conversation, and soaring ambitions. He couldn't help but be deeply moved. She fell in love with him and tentatively asked him if he would be his son-in-law.
Zhuge Liang knew that Mr. Huang had only one daughter, who was about the same age as himself. She was just plain in appearance, but had extraordinary talents, good knowledge, and was very virtuous. He immediately agreed and knelt down to call her father-in-law. Mr. Huang was overjoyed. When he told his daughter, "It's all up to daddy," she said it really was all up to daddy.
The marriage was certain, but the two cranes died. It's a pity for everyone. Mr. Huang was quite calm and said it was God's will. He personally collected the feathers and down of the crane and buried the body. On the great day when Zhuge Liang and his daughter got married, Mr. Huang gave his beloved son-in-law an exquisite crane-feather fan and warned him sincerely: "My dear son-in-law, the crane is a strange bird that alerts the gods, and it can predict even the smallest emotion. This fan is an extraordinary thing. You must keep it in your hands from now on. Remember to be alert and cautious in case of trouble..." After the wedding, the young couple was going back to Xiangyang. Mr. Huang ordered someone to move a big box into the car. Miss Huang She put a crane-feather Bagua cloak woven by herself on her husband, and told him that the crane-feather cloak is an immortal product that cannot be soaked in rain or snow, and is spotless. At the same time, he whispered in his ear: "Dad's thoughts are all spent on you. Then There is a box of secret books passed down by my family. I am not even allowed to read them. What a blessing to you!"
At this point, Liu Bei told Guan and Zhang who were stunned, patting their shoulders and admonishing them sincerely: "Second brother, third brother, it's time to believe your words. Zhuge Kongming is really a god! We have worked hard for more than 20 years, and with the bravery of you two, no one in the world can defeat us! But we are waiting for the great cause of restoring the Han Dynasty. Nothing has been accomplished so far, but there is a lack of pillars like Zhang Zifang.
At present, the son-in-law of the world is right next to us. If we don't invite us, we will make an irreversible mistake!"
Guan and Zhang followed Liu Bei to visit the thatched cottage three times, invited Zhuge Liang, and made Wei, Shu, and Wu successful. The situation of three separate parties laid the foundation for the subsequent unification of China. However, Liu Bei did not listen to his grandfather's words and returned to Sichuan, so his life was short-lived...