"Sir, I've brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Zhang Ma's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Lu You nodded, sat up straight and took the brush. Although my wrist is still a little weak, I already have a clear idea in my mind. He did not write poetry, but wrote a detailed plan: the first step was to take good care of his body, consolidate his engagement with Tang Wan, and deal with possible opposition from his mother; the second step was to develop soap and sugar and accumulate the first pot of gold; the third step was to visit famous teachers, make friends with people with lofty ideals, and pave the way for future development; the fourth step was...
As he wrote, Lu You's eyes became more determined. The tragic life of the original owner will be completely rewritten from today on! He clearly remembered that historically Lu You would not go to Lin'an to take the exam until the 23rd year of Shaoxing (1153). Now that he is only 12 years old, he still has eleven years to lay the groundwork; and Qin Hui's dictatorship will last until the 25th year of Shaoxing (1155), which is a critical window period for him to accumulate strength. In the future poetry collections of Fang Weng, there will no longer be only the unrequited ambition of "I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse falls into the glaciers in my dreams", but also the heroic expedition of "I am drunk, burning the lamp to read the sword, and dreaming of blowing the trumpet to join the camp"; there will no longer be only the graceful sadness of "Although the alliance is still there, it is difficult to carry the brocade book", there will also be the tenderness of "holding the hand of the son, and growing old together with the son".
Outside the window, the sun shines in through the gaps in the thatch, falls on the paper, and illuminates the word "Lu You". A Southern Song Dynasty legend belonging to a special warfare instructor begins here.
