amaotonovel Chapter 165 Yao Chong's Last Stand Before His Death: Zhang Shuo
Chapter 165 Yao Chong's Last Stand Before His Death: Zhang Shuo
Xiao Sizi discovered that they were in the early Tang Dynasty.
Zi'an asked:
"Zhang said, is he here?"
"Is Su Ting here?"
Little Si sighed softly, feeling somewhat bored. She found that history always repeated itself, only the names of the people changed, but the content remained largely the same. It always revolved around the struggle for power.
After Yu Zhanmo finished practicing with his spear early in the morning, he saw Xiao Sizi and Zi An enjoying tea in the courtyard, so he joined them.
"Little Sizi, do you know the difference between a cow and a horse?"
"Ox and horse? There's an extra 'horse' in it."
"Haha, haven't you been asking where your brother Qiu Rongmu went? He told me in a dream last night that he became a cow or a horse in the future world."
Little Si asked curiously, "Really? You actually saw Brother Mu? Why would he appear in your dream?"
Yu Zhanmo said:
“I listened to him complain about his life as a beast of burden all night long.”
"Oh? Haha, I know, he's referring to corporate slaves."
—When cows are tired, they rest for a while, while cows and horses get tired and go have some coffee.
Yu Zhanmo nodded: "Oxen only plow in the spring, while oxen and horses need to work all year round?"
Zi'an added: "Haha, right, when there's a rainstorm, cows will hide in the cowshed to graze, while cows and horses have to do everything they can to go to work and clock in."
Xiao Si continued, "When a cow gets sick, someone will pay for a doctor to treat it, just like paying Qiu Rongmu. But when a cow or horse gets sick, someone will deduct your pay and send you home to rest, and you still have to go to the hospital to queue up and pay..."
Upon hearing this, Qu Youjiu, who had just finished practicing his swordplay, burst into laughter: "Haha, it's true that all roads lead to oxen and horses!"
Zi'an said, "Let's just do our job and talk about Zhang Shuo."
Xiao Si spoke first: "Let me give a morning report, about scheming."
Everyone curiously entered the scene described by Sizi:
On his deathbed, Yao Chong, with a solemn expression, entrusted his son with these words:
“Listen to me, Zhang said that kid holds a grudge against me. After I die, he might come looking for trouble and ruin my reputation. If you see him at the funeral, don’t panic. Just do as I say.”
The son nodded hurriedly: "Dad, please tell me!"
Yao Chong said slowly:
“You all put out all the treasures I’ve collected, especially those precious artifacts, which Zhang said he likes the most.”
If you see that he has absolutely no interest, you're probably in big trouble.
But if he looks at it and stares at it without blinking, then it's fine.
You should give him these things and take the opportunity to ask him to write an inscription for my tombstone.
If it's well-written, we'll save face.
The son looked bewildered: "What if he doesn't write it?"
Yao Chong knew exactly what was going on:
"He can write! As soon as he writes, you must immediately copy it down, submit it to the Emperor, and prepare a stone tablet for immediate carving. He is usually a bit slower to think things through than I am, but he will definitely regret it a few days later."
The son frowned: "What if he regrets it?"
Yao Chong smiled slightly:
"Just tell him that you have already reported to the Emperor for approval, and then show him the few dishes he likes."
He could only watch helplessly as the words were carved.
So Yao Chong closed his eyes peacefully, and before leaving, he laid out a grand plan.
A few days later, Zhang appeared as expected, his eyes fixed on the precious artifacts. Although he didn't speak, his eyes were practically bulging into the treasures.
Yao Chong's son hurriedly presented the precious treasures and asked Zhang Shuo to write an epitaph for his father.
Zhang readily agreed, and with his superb writing skills, he penned a scathing ode to Yao Chong's dedication to the country, practically extolling him to the heavens.
The inscription quickly became a popular topic of conversation and received widespread praise.
A few days after Zhang returned, he suddenly felt something was amiss and immediately sent someone to retrieve the inscription:
“We adults think the inscription is not written well enough and needs to be taken back and revised.”
Yao Chong's son, smiling, led the group to the carved stele and calmly said:
"Go back and thank Lord Zhang. The inscription has been approved by the Emperor. As you can see, it has been carved."
Upon hearing this, Zhang almost vomited blood in anger:
"Even after Yao Chong died, he still managed to scheme against me! Only now do I realize that he was more cunning than me, able to foresee everything! I now realize that I don't have his wit at all; I'm just a greenhorn!"
Upon hearing this, Zi'an exclaimed, "Truly, 'A few peach blossoms bloom outside the bamboo grove, and the ducks are the first to know when the spring river warms!'"
Everyone laughed.