n the end, Choi Xie still didn't drink any strong alcohol.
After seeing the steaming wine, the two rode back to the house and changed into new home clothes for dinner. Xie Qianhu only asked him to take the refined wine that had been steamed once in the altar. Two glasses were divided for lunch, and he asked him to eat the food and taste it fresh. After drinking two cups, even the wine was withdrawn for him, only let him drink some fake lychee soup boiled with sour plum to relieve his greasiness.
The lunch on Zhuangzi is not as refined as Jingli Qianhufu, but it is fresher: I have killed a bite of pigs, steamed pork made with refined meat under the ribs, steamed pork made from pork with pork netting, and meat filling. Sweet and sour red and tender lychee meat. There is also a large piece of roast lamb skewered with a skewer, which is brought up and cut at the table. The mutton tallow dripped with the knife, and the white mutton tallow was mixed between the lean meat, the skin was crispy and the meat was rotten, and the slightly sweet sauce penetrated into the meat. Without cumin, the taste was unexpectedly tender.
The side dishes are not surprising, they are all seasonal vegetables picked from the vegetable field behind the house. Pick up the tenderest and plump ones, stir-fry them with meat and vegetable oil according to their temperament, or roll them in broth, and season with bamboo shoots, green garlic, and mushrooms. It is also sweet and smooth without losing the meaty taste.
Anyway, Cui Xie usually does not lack the amount of exercise, and does not have to consider the problem of fat intake. What to eat and what to eat when eating, he is happy, it is the kind of guests that the entertainers love to see.
Seeing how he was eating, Xie Ying seemed to have a lot of appetite, and she also picked up a few more chopsticks and dishes. However, he is a drinker and eats slowly. This meal still takes care of Cui Xie a lot. After eating and drinking, he got up and asked someone to hold his straight knife, and practiced the knife in front of the court for a while.
The blade of grass in the courtyard made him flutter up with the wind of the sword, and Cui Xie also dropped his drink and got up to watch him dance the sword on the base.
Taking out the knife, holding the knife, turning left, turning right, jumping into the upper split... all of them are very simple movements, but watching him do it is brilliant, and even his eyes cannot keep up with his movements. Looking at the tip of the knife, you can't see how your feet advance and retreat. When you look at your legs and feet, you ignore how your wrists turn. When you look at your wrists, you're afraid to miss the appearance of his waist turning...
At first, Cui Xie still wanted to learn from him, but when he saw it, he threw everything behind his head, watching him hacking and attacking in the courtyard intently.
The red dress was dazzlingly bright and dazzling. After receiving the knife, he stopped sharply and steadily. The man had stood firmly on the spot, but his clothes were still spinning a half circle in the air, hitting his legs, wrapping his legs straight and slender, and then falling again.
Cui Xie immediately applauded and applauded, his eyes fell on the hem of his skirt, but inexplicably a thought came up: It is better not to wear a skirt when practicing martial arts.
Xie Ying waved at him and told him to go down: "Come on, I will teach you a few styles."
Cui Xie ran off without saying a word, only to remember in the courtyard that he had never learned straight knife. Not only I haven't learned it, I don't have such a sword at home, and the technique of swords is different from that of swordsmanship.
He sighed and discussed: "I am an ordinary scholar. The court does not allow me to use a knife. After learning it, I can't practice it. Should we take the sword next time?"
Xie Ying seemed to have a drink, her eyes were reddish, and she unconsciously showed a strong attitude that could not be rejected. Instead, she held the Xiuchun knife, stuffed the hilt into Cui Xie's palm, and said with a smile, "You learn swordsmanship. It's not about going to the streets to fight people with the sword, just practicing to build up the body, and learning the sword is the same? The first few swords can be practiced, I will teach you first, and I will practice the sword before coming to my house. ."
He pressed Cui Xie's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand led him to hold the handle of the knife. The knife was held down to form a gesture of carrying the knife. Then, the left hand was horizontally open, and the right hand held the handle of the knife to draw from bottom to top. Made a thief out of the sword.
The palms of his hands were slightly hot, pressing Cui Xie's shoulders and the back of his hands hot, and the sun above his head was so bright that he could hardly see how the long knife in his hand came.
But he still remembered that teachers most hate students who wander in class and can't remember anything, and PE teachers are the same. Even though he hadn't even seen how he turned his hand just now, and the weather was terribly hot, he still tried to recall the appearance of Xie Qianhu when he practiced the sword, and restored it with the basis of his sword practice at his hometown.
Fortunately, it's just a basic sword style...
He raised his arm high, the tip of the knife pointed at 45 degrees diagonally to the ground, and the blade was facing the sky, and the pattern formed by the stack of stainless steel on the blade swayed like water waves in the sun.
Xie Ying patted his shoulder lightly and praised: "The posture is good and the strength is also good. You have worked hard before. Don't say anything else, just look at your frame, your spirit, and those who are higher than you. Standing together with scholars, others can see you at the first glance."
Yes, we don't look at the data, we need to look at the visual effects!
Cui Xie felt that his words were just too reasonable. I'm only sixteen years old now. It's unscientific to compare blindly with those brawny men in the military and adult supervisors in their 30s and 40s, as long as they exercise, supplement calcium, and increase their visual height. Doesn't it mean that twenty-three jumps, and twenty-five can make up one more? He still has so many years to grow up, and he won't fight for a while.
He was particularly moved and said: "Then I will practice for a while, and try to master this movement."
Xie Ying held the hilt in his hand and told him to take a rest first: "You have just eaten a lot, don't rush to practice, be careful of stomach pain. I will teach you how to draw and set the sword later. It's the same when going back to practice with a sword."
This afternoon, the two of them took a break to practice, and to see how late it was, Xie Ying said: "Now we are going to leave. We have to rush back to the gate of the city. We can't keep you for dinner today. Entertain you at home, I can stay a little longer."
Cui Xie had to go to school tomorrow, and he didn't dare to spend the night at his house, so he immediately agreed.
The servants of the Xie family brought them the shawl that they wore when they came, and Xie Ying's set also brought a cloak, which immediately looked heroic and graceful.
Cui Xie admired it, but also secretly proud of it-this is the clothes he made, and it looks good when worn. Look at Xie Qianhu's long legs. The ratio is good. When walking around, the skirt turned upside down, and the exposed white pants and ink boots only appeared to have slender calves, without the problem of dividing the legs into several sections.
The three young men who wore a copycat white to block him, even when they rode on their horses and carried their belts, all appeared to have long waists and short legs. They were not the same species as Xie Qianhu!
Cui Xie was secretly taking the authentic products in front of him and slamming the three pirated copies in all directions. Xie Ying suddenly glanced at him, and asked with a smile, "Why don't you just look at me? Hurry up, you have to drive into the city." ."
Cui Xie quickly moved his gaze to the wall next to him, speeded up his pace, and replied softly, "I see."
When they arrived in the backyard, their carts and horses had been installed, and Xie Shan was still driving. Cui Xie sighed when he remembered the car tremor, and tried to pull the door with a bitter expression.
Before getting to the car, Xie Ying grabbed his shoulder and said: "Get on the horse, I'll show you through this section, and you can take the car on the official road outside."
But there are also people on the official road.
Although he is not a celebrity, he is also such a big young man. It's not good for two men to ride a horse, right? Why is this piece of land also the private property of Xie Qianhu's family, and all the people encountered are their own people, and there is nothing, so how can outsiders see it?
He hesitated to refuse. Xie Ying had prepared for a long time. He took a wide-brimmed hat and buttoned it on his head, then untied his cloak and fastened it to him, wrapped it tightly, and pressed it on his hat. A handful: "Isn't that all right? Outsiders can't see you. Just change to the bus on the official road."
He also changed a hat himself, sat on the saddle first, and reached out to Cui Xie: "You wear a hat. If you sit in front of me, you will easily block the way. Sit behind. What's the hindrance."
Both of them wore wide-brimmed hats, and he was still wrapped in a cloak, should no one recognize him? Daming is not a modern society, the world is full of paparazzi and cameras...
Cui Xie hesitated, grabbed his hand and sat on the horse's back, pressed the brim of the hat back, and then lightly grasped Xie Qianhu's one-two-five-dollar silver and inlaid jade with his fingertips. Leather belt.
Xie Ying grabbed his hand and pressed it to her waist. He drank a "hold tight" and clamped his legs. The horse gathered up its front hoofs, stood up, and galloped along the road.
Cui Xie immediately tightened his arms and hugged his waist firmly, not knowing which bead he had touched with his fingertips, and felt some movement. He was afraid of breaking his belt and touching other people's flesh. His hands were loose and fists, and there was no place to put them. The bumpy road outside the village seemed to be longer than the car ride when he came, and he was so anxious that he could rush to the official road.
Xie Ying also felt his nervousness. She simply grabbed his hand and brought the belt up, pressed his hands together, and said back: "You can hold your arms tighter, just grab your own hands, don't just think about clothes— -The clothes are only worth a few taels, can't you put them on again if they break?
Asking him to press his hands to ride for a while, Cui Xie was used to it, and he leaned his face on his back and leaned on the road.
Xie Ying saw that there were no people around, so she stopped her horse and told Cui Xie to go down and rest for a while. Soon Xie Shan drove the car over, and he changed to the carriage. Sitting in the car was more relaxed than when sitting on the horse. When you opened the curtains to see the scenery outside, you could clearly see Xie Ying riding a horse. .
The only regret is that he didn't want to put on the white cloak again, otherwise the flying cloak would look better when riding.
Cui Xie said regretfully, leaning on the car window and finished the return journey. Maybe the time was wrong along the way. Xu was Xie Ying with a hat, but no one came to ask him why he was following the carriage and who was sitting in the carriage.
Although no one came to ask, it was still in sight. They entered the city from Xuanwumen in carts and droves, passing by the Elephant Training Institute in the south of the city, and they were bumped into by a hundred households who had just left the house. It was just that the man saw that he was well-dressed and was accompanied by a carriage. He didn't dare to be alarmed at the time, so he turned and told his colleagues.
It's a pity that others rushed a step too late and didn't see him, but when the hundred households said that his clothes were so fit and perfectly matched with the appearance of people, they said, "It's definitely him! He wears the white body! Others are still rushing to wear plain ones and don't want to wear that gorgeous color. Who can suddenly remember to make red ones again!"
The next day he arrived at Fusi in Beizhen, and Li Long, a thousand households of the Elephant Training Institute, asked him face to face: "Yesterday, Wang Baihu, a member of the Institute, saw a man wearing a red scatter and following a red oil carriage in Mazhuang Hutong. Is it you? He said that the back looks similar, that is, the clothes are really good-looking. I never saw you wear them. At that time, he was so far away that he didn't dare to go up and recognize each other."
Lu Xi sighed, "You gave it to Qian'an child prodigy again? They said that there are two of them, and they are still waiting for you to wear them out. You didn't wear them well to show us, but you wore them secretly when you went to the countryside. Clothes?"
Xie Ying admitted frankly: "I want to dress well, I'm afraid that someone will look at the new clothes, and they have to rush to make it. Several shops sell silks and satin are out of stock. Isn't it a waste of money? It was not on duty, so I changed my clothes and went to the winery at home to take a look and grab some real wine for everyone to taste."
Zhu Ji was annoying when he heard about the clothes. He waved his hand and said, "What are you arguing about because of clothes. I didn't see anyone wearing that clothes. It was tight on my body and a little belly appeared. How good it looks. The wine is not bad. I will bring some dishes later. I will add some dishes for you, and ask the chef to tidy up. Let's get together in the dining hall."
Several people laughed and said, "Master Zhu is so generous. Could it be that Mrs.'s staff have relaxed these days? It's rare for an adult to entertain guests. We naturally want to join in, eat more dishes, and drink more Xie's wine."
Zhu Ji also smiled: "It's not that I suddenly became generous, but the family found a southern goods store and said that it would close in a few days and sell everything for cheap. I think he picked home some Ham, scallops, dried ginseng, sea rice... are all pretty good, but they are 30% cheaper than the usual ones. I'll ask him to buy some more later."
Then Qianhu asked, "Cheap southern goods? Is it the Cui's southern goods store that always called the buddy out these days to close?"
When Xie Ying heard the word "Cui's", her ears pointed, and she swept her eyes over there and asked, "Which one is it?"
Xu Fu said: "It's the Cui's South Store in the east of the city. I heard that he was an official behind his house. Later he was given some crime and he was sent to the sidelines. The family had no money, and the owner was still a kid who knew nothing. , I'm going to sell the shop. Now I'm selling the goods first, and I will sell the shop in the future."
Not to mention the distribution... Why is this Cui family a bit like the Cui family he recognizes?
Xie Ying asked: "Can't his family's goods be sold?"
Zhu Ji, the one who had tasted it, said it was a pity, but it was a pity to close the store, but Yao Qianhu, another one who bought it, shook his head and said: "They can't go to their store. Everything in it is just plain. You take the first place. The first floor is good, and the inside is old goods, but the price is still better than the price of good goods. After discounting, they are too expensive!"
He said to Zhu Ji: "The adults bought it early at home, and they caught up with the good ones. I'm afraid I won't see good ones in the future. It's better to simply ask Master Xie to even produce the vegetables. Let's eat him— —Who told him to look good and can't strangle his stomach in thin clothes? We fat people want to wear good clothes but can't wear them. We all have to blame him, and it's justified to ask him to treat him."
Xie Ying shook her head, and said helplessly, "Master Yao said...that's all, so I don't want you to eat fat, I will ask someone to go to the store to buy some dry goods, so that you will lose your appetite when you look at it. Take a few bites. When you look back, you are hungry and your bodies are thin, so you can wear narrow clothes."
Xie Shan took Cui Xie straight to the door. There was Tao Zeng wrapped in his car. It was something that was afraid of falling and moving. When he reached the door of his house, Cui Xie got out of the car and watched people open the door, unload the threshold, and drove the car into his yard.
After Cui Liangdong ran with the car, two other shopkeepers also came in to help him move things. Cui Xie suspected that they were old and weak, and feared that they would break his wine retort, he waved back at the three of them, saying: "You can stay away, I will move it myself."
The bottom part of the boiled pot is covered with a basket made of soft thatch. The bottom of the arc is flattened by straw ropes, and the bottom is a wide futon-shaped round bottom. Two ears are pierced from the left and right sides of the retort mouth, and the car can be lifted off with a light lift. It is stable and stable on the ground without fear of tipping. The upper part of the retort cover used to hold cold water to cool down is also made of straw with the same thick sleeve, and the long drip tube is wrapped in copper to prevent it from being bumped. The outer part is not only wrapped in straw, but also stuffed with thick cotton, and the outermost part is held in a slender brown bamboo basket.
Xie Shanyuan wanted to take it out for him. Seeing that he took things down so graciously, and refused to borrow other people's posture, he shrank back. When he took the wine container, he asked someone to move out of the small wine jar, holding the horse in his hand, and said, "Since Mr. Cui is home, he should also go back and take his life. In the middle of the month, I also hope that he will spare time to sit down and sit down. We adults must wait at home."
He also asked why Xie Qianhu got drunk when I see you next time. Is there really another time?
Cui Xie seemed to feel the scorching heat of the cloth on his shoulders, back of hands, and wrists when he was being practiced with the knife, and the feeling of holding the knife seemed to remain in his hands. He restrained and restrained before not going there. He smiled at Xie Shan and replied: "Thank you brother for your kindness, and I will definitely go to the house to harass in the future."
He said that he was ordered to take a drop of copper coins to comfort Xieshan's hard work during these two trips, and then asked him to sit in the front yard and send someone to the kitchen to get him food. Xie Shan looked at the style courtyard of Cui Mansion, and smiled unceremoniously. He took a few more glances in the courtyard and went back to learn from Xie Qianhu.
Cui Xie personally carried the set of wine retort back to the hospital, reluctant to fake it. Cui Liangdong and the two shopkeepers were vying to help him get things, but they couldn't grab them, and they repeatedly persuaded: "How can the son take this thing by himself. Not to mention that the old lady and the old lady have to worry, and Cui Qi's little brother will have to bury the injustice when he comes back. You are useless, you can't share your worries for the son."
Cui Xie steadily moved the wine container into the courtyard, and found a room to put it away, then looked at them, and said flatly: "Let's talk, what happened to you? It can usually be seen that you are so diligent, it must be Was it the trouble that came to curry me?"
"The son's words really make the little ones feel ashamed. The little net worth and life are in the hands of the owner. To deceive the Lord is to deceive the sky, how dare you to deceive the son!"
Cui Liangdong looked embarrassed and frustrated. Cui Jinzhi relied on his satin shop and now has a big customer. He has a face in front of the son, rushing to complain: "Isn't the son telling us to deal with the old things in the Nanhuo store? How dare we do this? Laziness is all followed by the guys called the tents and Deli. After two days of selling, I found that the things in the store are rarely good, and most of them are old things that are two or three years old, or even five or six years old. It says that they are all top grades, but when you open the goods, you find that many of them are shoddy. The people who bought them are all familiar with them. Naturally, they refused to buy them, and asked us to lower the price."
Cui Ting was unwilling to say: "We see that this shop will not be cleaned after another ten days. We are afraid that it will delay the son's change of hands, so we will report to the son in a hurry."
Cui Xie glanced at him and Cui Jinzhi, and nodded slightly: "You are doing a good job, so you should tell me in time for this kind of thing. Later, you write it in the summary, and you will count your performance and add bonuses depending on the situation. Cui Liangdong...you You said you helped count the second-hand goods in the store, why didn't you report it at that time?"
Cui Liangdong said with a bitter face: "Small ones have to take care of the family's affairs. Although they can go to the store to take a few glances, they can't really stare at them. Besides, our goods are always old. , It's not top-grade, but it's one star and it's not bad. If you sell it cheaply, someone will buy it..."
"What does it always mean?" Cui Xie glanced at him and asked in a cold voice, "Why are there old goods in the store, and there are still three or five years old? When Chen Niangzi was in charge of the store, did you dare to be so perfunctory? "
Cui Liangdong sighed: "It wasn't the case before. It's just that some of the things that people gave us are often sold in the store. Chen also has everything, but after all, there are new products to support. It's just that the old man had to choose an official a few days ago to make money. Qian sold good and decent goods to another group at a low price, and the master picked some gifts to Yunnan when he left..."
After Cui Dahui took office, he asked for money from his family and shoddy with the other, in order to slowly make up for the lost money.
If this is really interested in doing business, this family will be confused and dying.
Fortunately, these things came for nothing to Cui Xie. He only needs the storefront and yard, and he doesn't care about the previous business conditions. He just said, "If this is the case, I won't ship tomorrow. Testify, take out all the things in the store for inspection, pick up everything that is moldy or rotten, ask the neighborhood to look at them, and carry them out of the city and burn them. It is better to ask the store people to estimate the actual price and sell them at a 30% discount. It will be sold as many days as it is supposed to be, and the rest will be sent to the city sanatorium for the lonely elderly to eat."
It's been a long time since these people are forcing him to hype.
He looked at the three of them with shocked faces, raised an eyebrow and smiled: "I know you are reluctant. But I have found someone who will take over this shop. They must hand it over to the shop when they come over. Do this closely. Come out, otherwise the losses that are not sold will fall on you."
what! This shop has someone to take over?
The news is even more shocking than Choi Xie's giving a good Nanhuo to the poor. Cui Liangdong asked in surprise: "The son has already found someone to take over? In fact, two days ago, there was a head of the Ministry of Engineering that the master had handed over to this shop..."
Not to mention the director of the Ministry of Engineering, even the Ministry of Engineering is not easy to use. He had already written about the changed hands of Bai Qi, and he asked the old lady to play the hand model. Only after Cui Yuan and the treasurer of Ji brought the craftsmen, new books and book editions to Beijing, he could sign the contract and open his new bookstore.
He glanced at the three of them and said faintly: "I have already planned what to do with this shop. You don't need to think too much, and don't talk nonsense outside. As long as I do things my duty, I will not treat you badly, but if you want to Relying on outsiders to bully the owner, Cui Ming is your example."
The three of them remembered the end of Cui Ming's family, and their backs were suddenly covered with cold sweat.
At that time, Cui Xie was still in the countryside, and he dared to bring the second-in-charge affairs that was favored by the former wife into the yamen. Now he is the superintendent, who can't deal with him? Before handing them over to make plans and telling them to reorganize the shop, it was because he still read some old feelings and gave them a chance to change.
The three dared not think carefully in front of him, patted their chests and repeatedly promised: "I'm not waiting for the deceitful villain, and I must do well what the son confessed. If there is someone who is the next owner of the shop Come and stare, the young ones must work together with him to sell things quickly."
After they returned from Cui Xie, they couldn't help but muttered, "Isn't it the treasurer of the subtotal? Otherwise, why did the son call him come home last time?"
"At that time, the son was determined to sell which one? But at that time there was no five-year plan..."
"You don't want to think about the situation of our family!" Cui Liangdong slapped his palm: "He is so hard to ask the son for money, but our family can get the money. The son even sold the household items to make a hundred taels of silver. , Can you give it to him? Whose shop does he sell!"
The two shopkeepers looked at each other: "If the South Store is closed, I don't know who the guys who run south will be in, and what will happen to our two stores."
Without the tripod, the southern goods shop that has been holding the two shops for many years, the owners of the two shops, satin and powder, also secretly developed a sense of competition.
Xie Ying didn't know that Cui's shop had made news again until the treat. He wants to invite his boss and colleagues to dinner, so he can't really use the old products, he just tells the cook to buy some when he gets home, so that people can see and joke for a while.
When he came back in the evening, the cook ran to confess that the shop was closed.
He frowned and asked, "Why is it closed? Does anyone dare to go there and make trouble, or is there something wrong with his goods and asked someone to come to the door?"
The cook grinned and said, "It's not that, but the young master of the family closed it himself. He said that he heard that the things in the store were not good. The owner became angry and asked the steward of the store to ask for the township agreement. The township deputy, Li Zheng, etc. accompanied them into the store to check the goods. Don't want the moldy and sour ones, and told them to be carried out of the city and burned! Today a bunch of people are chasing them!"
He shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the moldy stuff is actually nothing. For those who are not so particular about it, as long as they can be cheaper, they can buy it and cut it and eat it. But the owner doesn't care about silver, so he just burned it. ."
Xie Ying smiled and said to herself: "It really is what he can do."
The cook looked at Xie Ying not looking angry, and said: "If the lord wants other things from his house, they will have them again in a day or two. The little guy said that after they have cleaned up the moldy goods If it's sold for a few days, if it's sold for ten days, a new store owner will take over, and any leftover goods will be sent to the Sanatorium, so they can't occupy the shop."
Running a library for people to read books, and donating the leftover goods to the Sanatorium, this is all one way of doing things, it can be seen that he is a man who pity the poor and cherish the old.
Even Xie Ying is not surprised that he wants to burn moldy goods. After all, he is such a person who posted all the weeks. He is afraid that someone will pick up moldy things and eat them, and get sick, right?
The cook was still nearby and asked him, "Will I go to his house to buy something in two days?"
Xie Ying nodded slightly: "You don't need to buy more." Shi Ji's lonely old man is also a merit. They scholars will try to enter the arena and be rewarded by Yinsi, so that he has the opportunity to accumulate more blessings.
Xie Ying paid close attention to his shop, and many people in the Imperial College also cared about his home. After all, in January, Guoxue only gave two buckets of eight liters of rice and a few liters of wheat and beans, and the rest was given as a treasure, and the new banknotes were not very well spent. It's rare to hear of a store that offers discounts, and many poor tributes are willing to take a few more steps to buy things there.
The news of Cui's South Store dealing with obsolete second-hand goods went around from the students, and then returned to Cui Xie's own ears.
He listened to the few people working safely according to their own words, feeling a little satisfied, and a little smile on their faces. The supervisor who was talking also sighed: "The owner of that shop is really conscientious. It sells cheaply and refuses to be shoddy. Those shops that sell things only polished and stuffed with rotten goods will see what he does. They should all be hanged. It's a pity that the clearance period is too short to buy much of his stuff for a while. It would be nice to sell it like this every day."
Cui Xie told him to praise him too harshly, I am embarrassed to listen, and it is hard to say that he is the owner of that store, so he casually diverts the topic: "There are some places where things are sold, and the time for our review will be on this day. tomorrow. I'm going to repeat the lecture for two days in a row. I don't know whose turn it is. I think we should endorse more and prepare to explain."
A supervising student who was talking to him also said: "Yes, the papers for the quiz at the end of the month should also be seen. I don't know when it will be posted outside the classroom. I am waiting to read it."
and many more! what! The Imperial College even posted examination papers?
He had heard that the most tragic way was the class rankings, the rankings of the grades, and the ranking was posted in the corridor. Later, because of the understanding of the students, the ranking was not announced to the public. The Imperial College actually posted the papers!
This also prevents people from living... Why didn't he stay in the county school desperately?
Choi Xie nervously pressed the table and asked, "Do you post everyone's papers? Those who failed the test..."
"Of course I won't post it." A young supervisor in his early thirties laughed: "They picked the best ones and posted them for the students to circulate and copy. They are usually Ye Xiong Tingjin, Cheng Xiheng, and Sun. Brother Youzhen... Several of the articles are the best. This year, Fei Jieyuan from Jiangxi fell to Guoxue and immediately became a famous person. Although he is young, he has excellent articles. He has a profound knowledge, and Fei Siye instructs him to read and write, and it is better to make appointments every time."
It turns out that it only posted the best, so he was relieved. Cui Xie sighed quietly, and echoed his classmates and said: "After those good articles are posted, I have to figure it out. If I read too many articles on Jie Yuan, I don't have to worry about jurying people."
As long as his articles will not be posted and executed publicly, he will be fearless. When he was relieved, his mind became more active, and he remembered that his own Ju'anzhai was a place where literati's books were published. If there is any good article, he can also discuss it with the author in person, and collect it to produce a collection of Guozijian essays.
I started counting on the first day of May, talked two days apart, and endorsed one day, and it was the Dragon Boat Festival in no time. When Cui Xie got up in the morning, he still quietly touched out the colorful thread, tied it high on his left arm, his sleeve was rolled down to cover it and others could not see it. When it rains, throw it into the water. According to the custom, the sickness will go with the water.
He is not the kind of superstitious person. He didn't pay much attention to these customs when he was a real child in his previous life. It's just that the colored thread was given by others, and he was wearing his mind.
During the Dragon Boat Festival school, there is still no holiday. When he arrived, he asked people to take the dumplings according to the rules of Cui Senyi's time to give people away, and add some delicate Aihu to give a generous copy to the Xie family.
He carried a basket of rice dumplings by himself, with a sachet tied around his waist, and carried a schoolbag to the Imperial College. The prison also asked Zaifu to hang up dragons and tigers everywhere. The body was short and fat, supported by two small ears. It is the shape of mud tiger and cloth tiger in folk art. It is dyed all over the school and it is incense. There are fewer flies and insects flying around the school.
Cui Xie first put the dumpling basket in the fast, and then went to the lecture hall with the fast to listen to the students' lectures.
The second day of the second-year meeting was the "The Analects of Confucius: Advanced Eleventh" delivered by Jijiu Qiu Jun. The first chapter "Ziyue: Advanced in rituals and music, savages" coincided with the first of their quiz last month. The title of the four books is "advanced to ritual and music". The impression is a bit like that of the elementary and middle schools of later generations. After the exam, the teacher will repeat the text and knowledge points on the exam paper to consolidate the impression of the students.
Speaking of the second chapter, "Zi said: since I am in Chen and Cai, none of them can reach the door", he was finally drawn to the stage. After all these days and dozens of people's turn to repeat the lecture, it was finally his turn... and he was still out of luck.
Cui Xie walked to the stage and looked at the 600-plus black squares under the black squares, and the serious and deep faces of the teachers on the stage. He felt that he had come to Xiejiazhuangzi on the first day of the new year and had too much fun. I lost all my luck before I was drawn to the stage to make a report.
Fortunately, he remembered all his notes, and he also drew a mind map during the review, and rubbed the relevant information into an expandable place. If he talked more and more left and right, it could last three minutes, right?
He saluted the Jijiu, Siye, and the instructors on the stage, turned back to the sentient beings, and recited first: "Zi said: No one can reach the door since I am between Chen and Cai." After memorizing this passage, he continued. Confucius started with the story of Chen and Cai.
In "The Analects", the only thing that really touches Chen and Cai Zhi'e is "Wei Linggong asks Chen Yu Confucius". He first quoted the passage of Confucius's teaching of Zilu: "A gentleman is poor, and a poor man is too poor". In the sermon, "The saint should do what he does, and he has no worries", "hold his poverty", and "have nothing to complain about." "
After quoting the chapters and sentences, then quoting "Confucius' Jiayu". Although "Family Language" has been proved to be a forgery since the Song Dynasty, in "Zhu Zi Yu Lei", just after the "Nan Rong San Fu Bai Gui Zhang" after a chapter, there is a sentence "this matter sees the family language, it is self-explanatory", It can be seen that Zhu Xi's attitude is to acknowledge the historical data in the family language.
Zhu Zi is now a saint respected by scholars, so he naturally dares to use the Cui Xie he has used.
He then recounted the detailed dialogue between Confucius and Chen Cai in the volume of "The Twentieth in Ecuador" and his detailed dialogue on Zhaozilu:
After Confucius left Wei Linggong, he was invited to Chu State by King Chu Zhao. The doctors of Chen and Cai thought that Confucius was a sage. The soldiers rejected Confucius.
Confucius had no food for seven days without assistance, and all followers were sick. The disciples had shaken their faith in his "Dao", but he was still able to speak generously, and his music and music would never fade. The students were still asked to give lectures alone, asking if his way could not be used in the world, and why he was stuck here, and taught separately according to the answers of Zilu, Zigong, and Yan Hui.
This is the reason why Zilu asked Confucius in the chapter "Wei Linggong Asks Chen" "A gentleman is also poor".
After finishing talking about the original text of The Analects, it's time for the last chapter. Zhu Zizhang's sentence is similar to the explanation in the genre. They both say that the disciples who were trapped in Chen Caishi were not in the door at that time, and Confucius missed his feelings of adversity.
After this passage of Confucius' words, there are "ten philosophers" recorded by the disciples, that is, the ten Confucian disciples thought to be the best at the time: the representatives of the "virtue" subject are Yan Yuan, Min Ziqian, Ran Boniu, and Zhonggong; "Zai me and Zi Gong, "political affairs" have Ranyou and Jilu, "literature" has Ziyou, Zixia.
In this paragraph, we must first clarify the relationship between the four subjects, and then explain the identity of the ten philosophers separately.
Cui Xie first memorized the chapters and sentences, and then quoted "Zhu Zi said that morality is the basis of behavior" in the "Four Books", "virtue is the matter of both internal and external to carry out all the substrates" and "the three are each one thing", explaining the four subjects Why act ethically first. Then according to the "Daquan" to explain why it is divided into three subjects: speech, politics, and literature: language refers to being good at rhetoric, politics refers to being good at adjudicating the king and governing the people, and literature refers to being familiar with poetry, literature, and music.
Confucius divided his disciples' specialties into these four disciplines, and taught them in accordance with their aptitude to make them achieve their own achievements. Ten philosophies are the best among these four disciplines.
Although everyone has misrepresented who these ten people are, they should be explained in detail in order to delay the time. Regardless of how boring his classmates listened, Cui Xie sincerely quoted the identities of these ten disciples and the words and deeds in line with their subjects from the "History of the Biography of Zhongni's Disciples".
After memorizing all of them, I will quote "Confucius Says: There are seventy people who are skilled in the industry" at the beginning of this volume, and quote the sentence in the chapter that Cheng Zi said, "The sage of the door is more than this." Zeng Zi preached Tao Zisi and Mencius and handed down the most orthodox Confucian orthodoxy. However, among the ten philosophers listed in this chapter, Zeng Zi is not a great preacher, so the words of Cheng Zi are cited in the chapter sentence and the four disciplines and ten philosophies are just The secular saying is not enough to adopt.
At this point, the chapters and sentences finally come to an end. If you insist, Xu Gan, one of the seven sons of Jian'an, said that Zeng Zi "should not be with You and Xia Lie in the four elements of the division of the four elements" in "Zhong Lun · Zhi Xing Pian", and then he said Zeng Zi again reported that Mencius, a sage above the "virtue" discipline, reversed Zeng Zi's virtue and talent, and forced a wave of face.
But the time he talked about here is not short, and setting up a target for self-striking doesn't make much sense, so he took advantage of the trend, turned around and saluted, and told the instructors that he was finished.
Qiu Jijiu smiled and nodded, and encouraged: "It's not timid, and the preparations for this lecture can be considered hard."
Fei Siye also said: "The explanation is quite detailed. I think the most rare thing is that he has such a calmness at his age. Ordinary students are a little stage fright the first time they give a lecture, and they have a good memorization. Maybe I can't remember it anymore. He can still hold on to what he wants to say, quoting everywhere, and talking freely. I heard some words have unfinished meaning..."
He glanced at Cui Xie and asked, "Aren't you afraid of so many instructors and senior students here?"
Don't be afraid, mainly because I used to be various representatives, received national grants and scholarships, spoke a lot on stage, and got used to practice.
Cui Xie calmly said: "It is in front of the instructor and classmates that I am not afraid. If I am not wrong, I am not afraid to repeat the lecture. If I am wrong, then the instructor corrects me on the spot and I can immediately correct it. This is a good thing. Why should you be afraid?"
Qiu Jijiu smiled and said: "Yes, young people should have such energy. I remembered that I was full when I saw him, and I will call him up in the next chapter. It is fun for two young people to talk together."
Zaifu called Fei Hong up loudly.
Cui Xie walked down and met him in front of the stage, so he bowed his hand to him and gave him a sympathetic look. Fei Jieyuan didn't seem to suffer from taking the stage to give lectures. The short body returned to him and walked up to the stage full of energy to talk about the next chapter, "Zi said: Returning is not for me. Yu Wu said everything."
He speaks very naturally, his voice is wide and loud, he speaks a little bit faster, he appears quick to think, and he has richer scriptures in his chest. The few supervisors who went up later were not as good as he did. Cui Xie was a little slack in taking notes, only the citations, and the explanations added by the students themselves were skipped.
This day is passed in the lecture, and those who have been in class will not be drawn. Cui Xie calmly listened to the class for a long time, and only returned to the room at noon to share the basket of rice dumplings with his classmates. When he walked outside Chengyi Hall, he saw a few students huddled in the corridor, as if they were looking at something.
Could it be that the paper was posted?
Cui Xie remembered the tip Jieyuan he encountered while giving lectures, and was curious as to what he could write, so he squeezed up and looked at the paper on the wall from under the head.
The handwriting is all in the European style. It seems that it was transcribed by the instructor in the school. I can't tell who it is, and the name is hidden. He couldn't squeeze in, so he asked from behind, "Whose article is it, can you ask me to read it too?"
The person in front said without looking up: "Ou Shizhen's... don't squeeze, it is being copied here, and the copy will be copied later and everyone will copy it."
Some kindhearted people also replied: "Not only here, but all of them are posted outside the six halls. You can stay for three days. If you are not in a hurry, just wait and see or find someone to copy it. All the people who are crowded here have to be copied. If you leave again, you won't easily move away."
Since there are so many people posting, he is not in a hurry to ask for it. Anyway, you always have something in your hands. He has borrowed other people's notes so many times, and someone is definitely willing to borrow him to copy.
Cui Xie thanked him, but decided to go to the hall to get his dumplings. He walked forward along the corridor, and he heard someone saying "Sages are in rituals and music, telling what people do in the time, and express what they follow" without taking a few steps. The sound of praise faintly came to my ears, saying how appropriately broken this sentence is, and it is peaceful.
He also felt that the sentence was broken well, the start weather was good, and the place to be swayed in the back was wide, and he didn't know how to carry it. He stopped unconsciously, and wanted to listen to a few more words. Those people could only comment on the question. It was so easy that they were all about the comment. They started to recite the question, but there was one that was not very harmonious. 'S voice came in-
"This sentence is broken, although it is stable, but the three sentences break the title and lengthen the rhyme, and it is not strong enough. I read this "The sage tells the shortcomings of the time and the people are still literary, and shows the extreme in the use." ."
This sentence...this sentence was written by him!
How could his post be posted!
Why didn't he ran away just now? He insisted on staying here and listening to the papers!
This is the real public punishment...
Cui Xie instantly raised his sleeve to cover his face, just wanting to rush back to the school. As to whether anyone there knows that his article is posted on the outside wall, he can't take care of it. Even if someone knows it, is it still ashamed to hear people say how well he broke the topic, and use his articles to force these senior supervisors who have been stereotyped for many years?
He lowered his head and covered his face, and ran away, but he still couldn't get away with the exaggerated voice of the man behind him: "The term'use the most' is used well! Confucius has the word'from the advanced', because the weekend essay is too qualitative. , Vanity is extravagant, so if you want to lose it, you will be in the middle. "The Doctrine of the Mean" says that'holding the two ends, using the middle for the people', it fits this problem!"
Not only Yan pressure, but also with reviews, too shameful!
He ran back to the study, stuffed the basket of rice dumplings into Zhang Zhaichang's arms, and asked him to distribute them to all living beings. He rushed out without looking back, covered his face and went to the east lecture hall next to Yilun Hall to find someone. Lie down on the table where no one noticed.
The students on this side of the lecture hall were almost scattered, and no one noticed that he came back quietly. He waited quietly until the people were gone, took out the zongzi pieces sliced in the morning from his schoolbag, sprinkled a few pieces with sugar to eat, and had no appetite, so he lay on the table and pondered the question of the afternoon lecture.
Just stay up until the afternoon for class. In the afternoon, Lin Jiancheng will preside over the lecture. He is also instructing students. Certainly no one can say anything in his class. Run faster in the evening, and I will talk about it again tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow...In short, this kind of thing is discussed and discussed when it is new, and there should be no heat in the past two days.
He deeply reflected on his original thoughts-what collections of Guozijian essays were published! It's still a collection of many people, and the ones that are almost written are listed together with the ones that are well written. What a shame!
Let's talk to those students, and give them a series of single-person fine articles.
He thought about it, and he really fell asleep gradually. When I was half asleep and half awake, I listened to someone in the classroom buzzing. It was all vague and inaudible, but suddenly there was a voice that was not very loud, and it pierced into the ear clearly like a long sword: "Fei Zi Filled with the crown of the essay hall, mellow and detached, I must beat Cui Hezhong's article!
Cui Xie's eyes opened instantly, waking up from sleep.
The man continued: "Fei Zi Chong made a statement on behalf of the sages, taking the Sacred Heart as his own heart. The scale is far-reaching, and the weight is really mellow. As for Cui Hezhong, he is too loyal. Reading is too subtle."
Another person retorted: "That's because you can't read it! When you only see his article being simple, you think it is rough, don't you know that this is the shortcoming of the tedious and redundant text, and it has the natural beauty of sparseness. The Zi said:'Then I am advanced', I think that later generations are too qualitative, and we should seek more quality to achieve neutrality. This article is written with quality and supplement is the answer to the topic."
Damn...when being praised, the shame is even greater than when being stepped on. I can't get rid of it when I ran into the house.
He quietly shrank his head, raised his sleeves and buried his face firmly. The two had a lively quarrel, and then a lot of helpers were inserted. They just commented on the two articles, but no one noticed that he was sleeping in the corner with his face covered. The group of people became addicted to the quarrel, and they refused to disperse until the bells and drums rang in class in the afternoon, and the doctor of Shijingke and supervisor Cheng Lin Dayou slammed into the spot.
Seeing that they were fighting, Lin Jiancheng stopped at the door and listened to a few sentences. After listening to them, he felt that they were not accurate enough, so he shouted: "Okay! This argument is enough, it's all useful. Abundant comments, no matter how noisy it is, you can't tell the truth. You go back and sit back, and after this class is over, I will comment on these two articles for you."
The sentient beings said "yes" in surprise and found a seat to go back to the class. Cui Xie also told him to sit up straight from the chair with this horror, staring at Jian Cheng stupidly, with the word "no appointment" written all over his face.
Lin Jiancheng was worried about him too. After scanning back and forth, he saw him sitting in the back corner with a stiff face. He was not happy about his post being posted. He also felt that he was really calm and heavy, and he would become a big man. Device. But he was sitting too far, and Lin Jiancheng couldn't see, waved at him, and shouted, "Why are you going back, come forward. You can still hear what you are sitting behind."
Cui Xie didn't dare not go. He watched his nose and nose, and walked to the front row quickly, finding an empty seat to sit down. The person who was arguing for him just now knew that he was in the room, and couldn't help but look back at him, and sighed in a low voice: "The article is well written, but I didn't expect people to look so beautiful. He was also in the big class in the morning. ."
"It turns out that he is Cui Xie. He is a little arrogant at a young age. Those people who disputed his article just now didn't come out to explain."
"That's the demeanor of a scholar. You should just laugh it off when you encounter this kind of thing, because when others comment on your own article, you will be eager to show off. Isn't it frivolous?
"When I get up and comment a few words, I look chic. However, it is inevitable to refuse to come and see people, after all, I am still young..."
I was boasting the article just now, anyway, from the article to the appearance. Cui Xie became more ashamed as he listened, took out his notebook and spread it on the table, focusing on Lin Jiancheng's face, listening carefully to the rustle of his clothes rubbing, in order to counter the incoming comments.
He listened more intensively than usual in this class. No matter what the students were speaking, he would write down every word, so as not to think of the comments later. However, the dripping of the copper pot dripped, and the shadow of the sundial outside the door gradually lengthened. The repetition of this day will always come to an end.
Looking at the sun outside, Lin Jiancheng ordered the students not to go on stage to repeat the lecture. He took two manuscripts from Zaifu and said to sentient beings: "Unfortunately, Fei Hong is the author of the book. Ruo. It's also a poetry researcher, so I asked them to talk to each other about their essays, and then I can explain them more clearly by linking them up."
The sentient beings all agreed and laughed, only Cui Xie couldn't laugh.
He faintly guessed what Lin Jiancheng wanted to do, but it was of no use to guessing it. He could only comfort himself: I have been in a lecture hall with 600 people, and there are less than 300 people in the poetry department. What can I do if I go to the lecture hall? kind?
Lin Jiancheng took a manuscript and said: "Let me talk about Fei Hong's article first: The saint is in rituals and music, telling what people do in the time and express what they follow."
The people sitting underneath were all scholars. He didn't speak as meticulously as Mr. Lin used to explain composition to elementary school students. He only talked about the benefits of contemplation.
"This sentence is broken from the last sentence of the chapter sentence of "The Analects of Confucius: Advanced No. 10". The sage "not only describes the words of the people of the time, but also says that it is like this". After that, the title of "Gai Wenwei is better to be saved." The sage talks about rituals and music, and only follows the advanced. It is also the last sentence of the self-chapter, "covering the desire to damage the past, and then the middle". The subject and the problem are integrated without any traces, and then they turn to the sage. "Advanced", after transferring to the question, the whole chapter is covered."
"The next sentence is the key to spreading the article's weather—" Lin Jiancheng pressed the paper on the table, lifted a sigh, and chanted: "Gai Li and Le are valuable, and the gentleman is in good luck. Real victory!"
Gentleman is pragmatic!
This sentence introduces the article from the weekend to the later generations, from the saints to the gentlemen. From then on, you can imitate the Confucian tone, and follow the original text and chapters to demonstrate step by step: the ritual and music of the predecessors in the three generations of Wen, Wu, and Zhou Gong were not simple, but genuine. The royal etiquette in the reign. The weekend has been flashy. Confucius is willing to use the rituals and music of the three dynasties of the Zhou Dynasty to purify the customs. In today's world, the rituals are decorated with complicated tapes. Gentlemen should also follow the simple old rituals and adopt the style of the world.
"At first glance, the purpose of this article is simple and simple, only because its text is non-curious and lacks the color of algae. But its scale is far-reaching, it is a text of enlightenment, and advocates the style of practical learning." Lin Jiancheng scanned the following At a glance, he clicked: "You must also remember the word pragmatism. You must be pragmatic in your academic studies and pragmatic when you are an official. Scholars must have the mind to benefit the people from the world. Don't be confused by those demon costumes and fancy textbooks outside. eye."
Everyone got up to be taught, Cui Xie's head was pressed very low-he took the lead in the popular demon costumes and color picture novels, he should consciously clamp his tail.
Fortunately, Lin Jiancheng didn't really know what he did. Seeing his head down, thought he listened very deeply in class, so he patted his desk and said, "Okay, come up. I'll ask. You, others only write the argument of literary quality, how did you remember to write the sentence'The trend of the world tends to be irretrievable'?"
Well, isn't this a habit of writing small essays in politics class to comment on current politics? It is now in the Chenghua period, and the atmosphere is simple and simple, and there is not even a color-printed drawing paper. It will not be like this in the Jiajing period for another three generations. There is a famous TV series "Daming Dynasty 1566" with the background of the Jiajing Dynasty. It is obvious that it is Everyone is corrupt and the world is getting weaker...
Of course, just think about it in your heart, and you can't say it. He pretended to be particularly innocent and said: "It was the students who read the "Compendium of Zizhi Tongjian" and read the stories of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. They felt that their etiquette had fallen into the style of three generations, so they were included in the article."
Mr. Lin nodded and said: "This sentence corresponds to the drawbacks of Shangwen in your breaking the topic, and the inheritance is also considered a roundabout. It is just the following sentence, "The master is advanced, and it must be shown to the extreme." I am guilty of breaking the topic again, and I almost discarded your article and not allowed to post it."
Well, then why didn't you lose it!
Cui Xie looked at Lin Jiancheng regretfully, his face darkened a bit, he looked like a primary school student who was singled out by his husband, afraid that he would be punished.
Lin Jiancheng's heart softened and coaxed him: "I think your two sentences are the same, but they echo each other, adding to the master's intention to save time, so I will spare this time."
He still needs to see if others have listened carefully. After he didn't notice his comforting sentence, Cui Xie's expression became a little bit sad, and he commented to himself: "It's still calm here, but after that, he said At the turning point, a steep **** was uplifted in the air, asking himself why the Master wanted to show the world's'extremely useful', and then he answered the question with one sentence: Dao is scattered in the world, and rituals and pleasures are also evident.
"The malpractice of the Master's salvation of ritual music is not only ritual music, but also the way to lead time and customs back to the king!
Lin Jiancheng sighed: "Let's leave it alone. If you can guide Confucius' words from'advanced' to the'Tao' of the saint, this text will have a high meaning. You should remember it when you are writing later, not just If you dig out the original inscription, you should also try to figure out the saint's thoughts when doing these things.
The sentient beings even said that they were taught, and the corner of their eyes fell on Cui Xie, trying to stare at how he thought of raising so high.
Choi Xie couldn't explain to them either.
Later students who started to do reading comprehension must summarize and summarize the central ideas. At that time, they were desperately trying to reach high places, large places, and imaginary places. Writing essays has long formed a habit-Confucius is a sage. It is the King Wen, King Wu, and Duke Zhou who are also saints who want to be higher, but can't reach the three generations of Yao, Shun and Yu, can they only be as high as the illusory "Tao"?
Anyway, people have seen enough, how much shame he has broken, he simply broke the jar, only if these people are all carrots and cabbage. Anyway, no one can come up and grab him, he is worthy of a fight!
Thinking about this, the embarrassing energy in his heart dropped a little bit.
Just talked about later, after Lin Jiancheng praised him for using the "Xi Li" in the Book of Songs, the poem was reduced from the "Ya" of the Western Zhou Dynasty to the "Wang Feng" allusion. He blushed quietly again.
The allusions used in this article are still not enough. Most of them are from "The Analects" or "The Book of Songs". Only the title of "Shangshu" mentioned by Assistant Professor Xie when he lectured on "University Yanyi" represents ancient civilization. Li common sense.
If he was given another year and a half to read, the arguments would be more informative.
He was thinking about how to make better changes. Lin Jiancheng has already reached the end of this article: "Re-subtract the sentence of the subject at the end. The sentence'The world is becoming more and more false' echoes the subject of Cheng, even more sad and powerful. I have this sigh Before and afterwards, he said that the Master's ambition to advance is not to show that he is happy to be in the world, and to further highlight the Master's ambition, and the Master's force will make people want to worship behind him and follow his way!"
All beings were silent, and finally clearly understood the benefits of his article.
A student stood up boldly and asked: "The two articles the Ph.D. talks about are excellent works. It's just that the students are so inexperienced. I don't know which one is better?"
Lin Jiancheng pondered for a long time, and said, "An article is upright, and an article is ancient. Each has its own advantages. If you think about the times and styles, Fei Hong's is better. The style of Cui Xie's ancient essay is better than the standard of the modern article. , It is not more tortuous and comfortable than even sentences, and has less phonological interest."
He said to Cui Xie: "Don't just study ancient Chinese, the time is the writing of today's people after all. Looking back at the good tunes and scripts, those tunes are soft and long. It's helpful to say that it's worse than even sentences in your text."
Cui Xie stood up and agreed. Lin Jiancheng also stopped talking about other people's articles, let them go back to Xue Zhai after class.
Several Zhai chiefs and classmates wanted to compliment him, but they didn't want him to run away after school. They flashed left and right a few steps around them. They didn't even need Sheng Zongzi's basket, and they ran out of the Imperial College within a few steps. door.
When I returned home at night, the feeling of embarrassment and shame did not disappear for a long time. He didn't even bother to review it. When he opened the notebook, he remembered the horror of being called to class by the teacher to explain his excellent composition.
He simply cleaned the table, spread a large piece of paper on it, closed the door of the house, studied a pool of ink, and began to draw Xiaoqiao posters of the same size.
The Nanhuo store will be able to clear the goods in two days. When the time comes, the shopkeeper and Cui Yuan will also be able to enter Beijing, and ask them to hang two large posters at the door during the two days of decoration, so that readers know they still have new paintings. My son is not a fake shop to follow the trend, new books can be sold after arousing readers' desire to buy!
The author has something to say: The title of the article in this chapter is advanced to the chapter of rituals and music, all for personal understanding, no blame for mistakes
[Original title]
[Zi said: "The advanced in ritual and music, the savages; the later in ritual and music, the gentleman.]
Advanced and backward, still talking about the predecessors and the younger generations. Savage is the people of the suburbs. A gentleman is also a wise man. Cheng Zi said: "Advanced to rituals and music, the quality of the writing is appropriate, today it is simple and simple, and it is considered a savage. The latter is in the ritual and music, and the quality of writing is over the quality, and now it is said to be gentle, and considered a gentleman. That's why people say so, and they don't know that they are too literary."
[If you use it, I will be advanced. "] To use it means to use ritual and music. Confucius not only stated what people said at the time, but also said that it was like this.
[Original modern text translation:]
Confucius said: "A person who learns ritual music first and then becomes an official is a commoner who didn't have Jue Lu before; a gentleman who first became an official and then learned ritual music is a gentleman. If you want to use talents first, then I recommend choosing to learn ritual first. Happy people."
【Chapter sentence】
In the chapters and sentences, "advanced and backward, I still speak of seniors and juniors." The seniors in the middle refer to the three generations of Zhou Wenwang, Wuwang, and Zhougong, and the juniors refer to the Eastern Weekend and the Spring and Autumn Period.
In Zhuzi's language, it is said: The saint is poor, and the rituals and music used are from the predecessors of Zhou. If the saint reaches the top, the ritual and music used must be more profitable, not only from the predecessors of Zhou. If you answer the question of Yan Zi for the state, then the four generations of etiquette and music will be reported.
As Confucius said: 'Ritual is more frugal than extravagant; mourning is better than easy. "You said: 'Liyun Liyun, the jade silk cloud! Leyun Leyun, Zhongguyun is really great! 'All of these want to lose the meaning of just being in.
The interpretation of chapters and sentences is different from that of modern people. Generally speaking, Confucius feels that the etiquette and music of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period are too cumbersome. [文] is etiquette, better than [quality], which is the nature of a gentleman. Therefore, he would rather learn to use the ancient rituals considered by the people of the world to be sloppy in order to correct the cumbersome etiquette at that time and restrict human nature.
The following two articles are written according to the explanation of the chapters and sentences, and have nothing to do with modern translation.
[In the article, Fei Hong wrote the Cheng Wen by Zhang Juzheng, which is a sample essay that will guide the direction of the article in the next three years]
Break the question:
The saint is in ritual and music, telling what people do in the time and expressing what they follow.
Subject:
Gavin's malpractice should be saved by quality, and the saint's discussion of rituals and music should only follow the advanced.
Start talking:
Thinking about it means: rituals and music are the most valuable, and gentlemen are pragmatic to win.
Breaking the title is to summarize the original meaning of the chapters and sentences. When writing the weekend [Spring and Autumn and Warring States], the red tape was too much and the atmosphere was flashy. The essence should be emphasized to correct this problem. The saint professed to be willing to learn the ritual and music of his predecessors, just to guide the world to return to simple reality.
Let's start with Confucius' words and deeds: Gentlemen need to be pragmatic.
The latter part is too long, and the original text is not written in the text, only the main idea is written, so I won't write it here.
[The article written by Cui Xie is Gui Youguang]
【Broken Question】
The saint recounted the literary traditions of the people of the time, and showed the most useful.
[Problem]
The trend of the husband's world tends to be literary and irretrievable. If the master is advanced, how can it be used?
[Original title]
What? Tao is scattered in the world, and rituals and music are also evident.
【Start Talk】
The Tao is unclear and the vulgar is subjugated for a long time.
[One-two ratio]
There are two sentences in the middle:
If it is called advanced, then the civil and military will become the envoy of Kang
It is called the latecomer, then even after the millet
"Shangwenzhizhi" means that the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States period advocated cumbersome etiquette, the behavior of those in power was rigid, and the form was greater than the content.
"Using the extremes of the middle" was explained in the previous chapter. It comes from the mean, and the son said: "Shun is also good at knowing! , Qisi thought Shun was almost!"
[Translation from Baidu]
Confucius said: "Shun is really a man of great wisdom! He likes to ask people questions, and he is good at analyzing the meaning of other people's simple words. He hides the disadvantages of others, and promotes the benefits of others. He has the opinions of both ends and inferiority. Adopt a moderate amount for the common people. This is why Shun is Shun!"
The first two strands of this article clarify the time of advancement:
Advanced refers to Wen Wu Cheng Kang, that is, Wen Wang, Wu Wang, Zhou Cheng Wang [Zhou Gong Fu Zheng], Zhou Kang Wang [Cheng Wang's son], early Western Zhou Dynasty;
Backward refers to [after the millennium], that is, the Eastern Zhou Dynasty or the Spring and Autumn Period.
[Milky] is a poem written by the doctor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty mourning the desolation of the Western Zhou Dynasty. It is at the head of "Wang Feng". Zheng Jianyun: "Zongzhou, Gaojingya, called the Western Zhou Dynasty. Zhou, Wangchengya, called the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. The Youwang rebellion and the Zongzhou annihilation, the Ping Wang moved east, the government is weak, the following is the princes, and his poem cannot be repeated "Ya", but the same as "Guo Feng" Yan."
The content of the ancient text that is not written in the text later will also not be explained.
Ever since those excellent model essays were published and after an in-depth interpretation, Cui Xie has become a little celebrity in the campus. There are many people who come to him after reading the article, just to see what a person who can write such an article looks like.
He came back early these two days. After class at noon, he went straight to the instructor's duty room. He wanted to cover his face with his sleeves on the road. But the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies pays attention to appearance, and you have to walk well, or else you have to go to Shengyan Hall to decide. He has grown to a lot of people again, and among a group of juren in his 20s and 30s, he can be seen at a glance, and he will be blocked from time to time.
The older the older, the more likely they are to be the supervisor of his elders, the more they like to tease him. When he catches him, he asks: "Xiao Cui case chief, can you tell us in detail about your "advanced in ritual and music" Idea?"
"He Zhongxian, do you think your article is better than Zi Chongxian's article?"
"After I read the masterpiece, I feel that the next generation is terrible. Unfortunately, only the article "Advanced to Liyue" was posted under the gallery. I don't know how Cui Xiandi wrote the article "The Son of Heaven"? Can I still recite it again?"
When he was studying in Qian'an, Mr. Lin was a scholar. The scholars in the county were all his teachers. When he read his articles, he used to draw circles to teach him how to make changes here and there. Whoever wants to enter the Imperial College, this group of people who are also teachers and elders not only refused to change the article for him, but also praised how well he wrote, and I wish I could memorize it, and even write one according to his structure and intention. Articles.
The sourness is beyond words.
Fortunately, the paper can be torn off within three days of hanging, and this trend will always pass. With the support of this idea, Cui Xie went home every day and adjusted his mentality again, and gradually adapted to the school red life.
But the troubles after the popularization are more than these.
Those who ask for articles are always satisfied when they leave, and the ones who borrow notes are just a few polite sentences when taking the notebook. They don't disturb his normal life much, but those who are most afraid of him are interested in him.
Those people put on a look of loving elders, from studying to asking about his family's family background, from his grandparents to his younger brothers and sisters, from Jingli to their younger brothers and sisters, to Jingli and then to ask how they lived in Qian'an, who was around them... and finally covered up. Secretly asked: "Brother Xian is not married yet, is there a marriage contract?"
Blue light appeared in the eyes of those who questioned. Cui Xie intuitively felt that as long as he said "no", he would immediately be able to put on a red dress and carry it into the bridal chamber.
"This...my house..." He didn't know whether to make up a baby first or say that he should not marry early. While hesitating, Zhang Zhaichang came over to relieve him and scolded everyone: "Brother Cui Xian's marriage is in charge of his parents. Can he make a private order at his age at his age? It's an appointment, how can you take it seriously? They are all the people who know the book and give rituals, how can they force marriage in the school?"
They turned red and scattered in shame.
Cui Xie was very grateful, and when everyone left, he gave him a deep impression and thanked him for helping him out. Zhang Zhaichang smiled and lifted him up, waved his hand and said, "You don't need to thank you. I want to beg you for them. I hope you don't care about today's affairs. They are all in the heart of parents, for the sake of their children. I have to lose my face and ask about this."
He sighed and smiled bitterly: "The little girl in the family is about to die, and I can understand their painstaking efforts."
Nowadays, girls will get married at fifteen and sixty-seven, and it is difficult to marry after twenty. At this age, parents will start to worry.
Cui Xie also said in the same way: "No, my younger sister is twelve this year. I'm just about to ask a female husband to teach her for a few years so that she can be married. What kind of gentleman can Zhaichang recognize and recommend me? ?"
Zhang Zhaichang took a serious look at him and replied: "The little girl only reads a few books at home. A good lady is not a good choice. If you want to ask me, I can ask for you, but It may have to wait a few months, don't worry."
Cui Xie smiled and said, "It's not in a hurry. My sister is not too old. I still want to stay with her for two more years. If I can pass the exam by that time, I will be able to hire her gracefully."
Zhang Zhaichang looked at him and smiled and said: "Yes, it is better to be a sister of a supervising student than to be a sister of a scholar and a scholar. I think you can make such an article at a young age. Maybe you have the blessing of Dadengke and Xiaodengke Someone will take care of this for you then."
Cui Xie smiled and shook his head, and said casually, "I just want to raise my younger brothers and sisters well and settle them for life, let's talk about other things later."
Three days later, the article posted under the gallery was uncovered, and there were fewer superintendents who came to visit him. Cui Xie borrowed and copied several other posted articles with his classmates, and listened to those comments mixed with comments on his own articles, and became numb after listening too much.
After listening to several different seniors analyzing his article, he felt that the article was written by others just like the others. There are foreshadowings and metaphors everywhere in the article. The interpretation made him feel strange. After reading it a few times according to the meaning explained by his classmates, he has different ideas and gains.
This is too much brainwashing.
He memorized those articles, drew a tree diagram to summarize the writing ideas and intentions of each article, and rewritten several articles according to different ideas to expand his thinking.
The husband said that his article is long in argumentation and momentum, and this must be maintained. If the argumentation is thorough, and the literary talent can be refined, the article can be improved; if you can't maintain the best strengths, you can't fight the literary talent with those Ming scholars who are proficient in poetry, lyrics and music.
But he has already been on the list, and the people who have been asked to greet him almost once by all his classmates can no longer fall.
Although the superintendent commented on articles in public, compared with other predecessors, and was ashamed of being onlookers... But if you are on the list this time, you will not be able to post it again, it will be even more embarrassing. When others mentioned him, would they think that his first article was an attack on old articles or other people's chapters? Even if you don't think so, don't you have to feel that he is too proud of himself and that he is not good at studying after being on the list?
Cui Xie sighed deeply, closed his eyes, opened the intensive reading of "Zhu Zi Yu Lei", and dig deep into the meaning of the four books. Tired, he got up and turned around, opened and looked at the pair of beautiful pictures hanging on the wall of the room.
The two pictures are put together: a white-robed Xiao Qiao, turned to the right side, holding the scabbard in both hands, and handed it to the front side; a red-robed Mrs. Sun, drawing a sword from the sheath with her left hand, arched backwards Want to dance. Xiao Qiao naturally painted according to He Qing, but the old version of Mrs. Sun's impression was a little blurred, but he only remembers that he was a bright and magnificent beauty. When he painted before, he painted according to Zhao Mingming's face.
Now I have painted a red dance dress, which is even more thrilling. It is a red and white rose with He Qing's Xiao Qiao, enough for readers to tear for a few years.
In the sixty-first time, Zhao Yun intercepted Jiang and seized A Dou. After hanging up with Mrs. Sun for a few days, it was as an advertisement for the new 12-volume book.
Looking at these two pictures of beauties, either gentle or glamorous, he seemed to have seen that after the opening of the new store, customers in Jingli were also competing for picture books with the old Qian'an store. His eyes didn't sore, his brain didn't rise, and he was refreshed. He took off his sword and danced in the courtyard for a few times, then returned to review until midnight.
Ten days after the Cui's South Store was cleared, it closed as per day. The neighboring neighbourhood and the people who came to buy things watched the man lower the sign and put a wooden board outside the door and window. It was really a posture to close the door. They all asked in surprise: "Your shopkeeper really shut it down? Lizida burned the old products, isn't it selling hot day by day? Wouldn't it be good to just open it like this?"
Cui Liangdong stood outside the door and sighed: "We don't want to shut down, but our son is faithful. He said that only for ten days is only for ten days. One day can't be delayed. Any more of these things will be sent to the sanatorium. Our shop will be owned by others from tomorrow. Thanks to the care of your neighbors over the years, there are a few things here to thank you all."
The shopkeeper dragged a box of wine, vinegar, soy sauce, dried and fresh fruits, and dried snacks from the side door to the neighbors. It was a little care for the host. The neighbourhood and the people who came to buy things praised: "This owner is really a charity, and the servant he raised is also a righteous servant."
Although there will be no cheap things to buy in the future, but in the past two days, I have seen a lot of excitement from his house, and it is a good thing to watch. The owner finally gave them some things, which shows the feelings of the neighbors. .
Guy Cui pulls out two carts from the yard and will have more than 80 taels of food and seasonings. He circled a small part of the capital and drove slowly toward the South Guan Yangjiyuan. Neighbors in the neighbourhood also walked around with them, telling idlers on the roadside that their family wanted to donate to the elderly.
The more people I followed along the way, the more the news spread, and half of the city knew that the Cui's South Store was closed. The owners of those who did not sell them refused to set up a stall to sell them, and they were directly sent to the nursing home outside the city. .
I don't know how many people regretted not buying more things in his house; some people criticized this owner for not being able to do business, and that he would rather give up the good things than sell them to those willing to pay. And those village elders and scholars who heard the news, out of political correctness, would praise their family for charity and virtue, and help the poor.
The news went viral for two days, and people all over the city talked about the shop that was originally silent and the goods were flat, but it burned the old goods at the gate and donated the lonely old people, and burst out like fireworks. There are still many people wandering outside the closed store, wanting to see who took over the store, what the new owner is doing, and whether there is the kindness and character of the young owner of the Cui family.
Two days later, they finally waited for the convoy coming from outside the city.
In the car, two unremarkable middle-aged men dressed in cocoon shirts quietly knocked on the side door and handed over to a young man guarding the shop.
These people are like servants taught by everyone, and they don't talk too much. Whatever the neighbours ask, they only answer: "I'll know later."
Wherever these idlers were willing to wait, when they didn't say anything, they looked at the side door. It's just that the side door is too far away from the unloading place. After watching for a long time, I can only see the guys in the car come down, and move many weird museum shelves standing upright on the side and leaning forward into the store, and then a few people carry boxes of boxes. The goods sealed with a yellow paper seal come down.
They couldn't see what was in the box. They could only see the shop clerk spreading long planks and rolling logs on the floor, pushing the heavy box into the back door of the store.
After a few large cars had entered, the side door of the yard was closed by the guy who kept the shop from inside. There was nothing to watch and the guys could not ask, so he had to go back to the front door again.
The front door was already opened, and the doors and windows opened wide, revealing an empty lobby. The front of the shop was crowded, and there was nowhere for them to stand. These people could not squeeze into the crowd, and hurriedly shouted from the back: "The folks give way. We came first, but we were delayed for a while at the side door of his house. What are they selling there? Let us see. Take a look!"
The people in front just squeeze in front of the store, whichever is willing to let it go.
They had no choice but to squeeze forward, while squeezing while cursing that the person in front had never seen the world, they could squeeze like this for something. They were so crowded that their towels and hats fell off, their shoes feet were dirty, and the small pendants on their clothes were missing. They finally approached the door and saw the painting on the wall between the head and the hat.
Just a glance at the incomplete picture, the stepping and squeezing on the way in is worth it.
The beautiful women in the painting are the little Qiao and Madam Sun whom they have seen in "Six Talents Criticism on the Three Kingdoms" many times, and they have also bought painting notes to enjoy. At this time, the painting was the size of a human being, hung on the wall, as if two real beauties were standing behind the counter.
On the beauty face, there is no heavy yellow forehead and faint wine on the cheeks as printed in the book, only light sandalwood makeup, and white powder on the forehead. All of the beauty of the country reveals a sadness and grace from the light. The person who could see clearly in front shouted: "The white dress is Xiao Qiao, and the red dress is Mrs. Sun. The color is really like a stranger, and it is heartbreaking to watch! Born in troubled times, it is a pity that Wu is a pair of peerless beauty! "
Ju'anzhai, the most conscientious imitation of Cui Meiren, has opened a branch in Beijing!
It's in the Cui's South Store where the owner burns old goods and donates to the elderly!
The big pictures of Xiao Qiao and Sun Shangxiang are displayed in the shop. The characters drawn are similar to but not exactly the same as the pictures of beauty in the original original "Six Talents Commentary on Three Kingdoms". It can be seen that they are not based on the pictures in the original book. I found a good painter who can really draw Cui Meiren'er's style!
Before the official opening of Ju'an Zhai, the limelight had already attracted the capital. Even Zhaifu in the Imperial College was talking with great relish about the posture and posture of the two beautiful pictures. The next day when it was officially opened, many supervisors heard from Zaifu how many people were queuing outside the store, and the books were selling like water. They were all anxious like ants on a hot pot. They wanted to plug their wings and go to the new store immediately. Collect some money to buy a new set of the Three Kingdoms book.
When the teaching assistants left in the morning and left them to study on their own, some of the supervisors were agitated and thought about Xiao Qiao and Sun Shangxiang hanging on the wall of Ju'an Zhai. Zhaichang couldn't stand it anymore. He held the recitation book and dangled in front of them and said: "The book that is not enough to memorize when signing at night, and the imitation book is not good enough, but it must be taken to the Shengshu Hall for disposal. Perfuse your homework."
The more anxious others were, the more calm Cui Xie was, spreading paper and ink, writing neatly in one stroke, like a printed Song version of the book. Ning Zhai pointed to his homework to teach others: "You are all quite young, don't have a character that is not more than sixteen or seven years old, holding a hot pot like a young man."
A young supervisor in his twenties laughed and said, "Brother Cui Xian has never held a hot cup. I think his concentration is like holding a Mrs. Bamboo, his mind is calm and naturally cool."
Ning Ju scolded with a smile: "Then you hold it, go to the number room to get your Madam Zhu, I just pretend not to have seen you go out."
Another student supervised him and said to Chief Ning Zhai: "The Chief Zhai must not let him out. This time he must slip to see the beauty picture of Ju An Zhai!"
The young superintendent said with a bitter face: "Ju'anzhai's books are also hard to buy. They will be sold out a little later. I don't know when there will be new ones. No one person is allowed to buy more than one set, otherwise we will cooperate. Hiring a Mihan to run errands is also appropriate. You see, Cui Xian is calm, and Bao Zhun has already told his family to help him line up. We are alone in Beijing, and we don't have a small servant. It's too late to go to school..."
He saw that Cui Xie was still writing with his head down, and he snorted and asked him: "He Zhong, have you never seen the illustrations in the Six Talents Edition of Three Kingdoms? Knowing that he has published a new book, I really can Not getting angry?"
Of course not. Seeing you are so anxious to buy, I don't have to worry about sales at all.
Cui Xie raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious smile, and pressed his throat and said, "I've read the new book. It's really good. Cao Cao feasted on the bronze bird stage and is about to write a bronze bird stage poem. I can hear Liu Bei In Jingzhou, he missed his hand and landed his pen. Tang Caizi commented that the'full city wind and rain approaching Chongyang City' was hindered by renters. Today, Cao Cao doesn't even have a word, so tired.'"
"what!"
"How did you see the internal review of the new book! Didn't his family just hang up the beauty picture? It's scheduled to go on sale today!"
Choi Xie smiled meaningfully. Ningzhai Changpin's sentence commented on the product and said: "'The wind and rain in the city is close to the Chongyang Festival'. It was used to compose poems on the old Chongyang Festival in Popi, Huangzhou, but was interrupted by the owner who came to collect rent. The allusions of the famous line ridiculed Cao Cao when he heard that Liu Bei was in Jingzhou, and he was flustered, and he couldn't even make a single solitary sentence. Such a playful comment is really a genius!"
Another supervising student asked in surprise, "Brother Cui Xian has a book at home? Can I show it to us? Is there any excess that can be transferred to us?"
Cui Xie opened the instructor's absence, so he put down the pen, lifted his chin slightly, and said calmly, "I can get a few more books of Ju'an Zhai. The owner of his family was my family, and the son of that family was with me. Love brothers. When I donated Zhirong Bookstore as a library, his family gathered up the artisans who had nowhere to go in the store, and bought the book editions and manuscripts of the original store. When they were to make books , I also often help with pointing one or two."
Stop it! This person once donated Zhirong Study! That is the ancestor of the popular beauty picture and the beauty paper!
The Qi Zhiyuan's Miscellaneous Notes published by the Qian'an County Commissioner wrote about him donating his mother's dowry to teach the county's students to study. When I read this travel note, how many people are still studying for the study. They didn't expect that this Ju'an Zhai was also from Qian'an, and it also inherited the engraving of Zhirong Bookstore. It must have something to do with him!
Even Chief Ning Zhai couldn't help but tremble and asked, "Then, that Jia An Zhai belongs to you?"
Cui Xie shook his head: "Naturally not. The owner of the shop is not one of my family. When I returned to my hometown for the imperial examination, I was seriously injured and killed on the road. The old servants and sons who took home took care of them and saved my life. I returned home. They returned their deeds in return, and instructed them to make a living and earn money. Later, they always regarded me as flesh and blood, and they kept in touch with my family after breaking the study. Any new book or new drawing should be published first. Just ask me."
Really benevolent servant, rare...
A supervising student suddenly thought: "They happened to open in that Cui's southern merchandise store, and that store is also named Cui..."
Cui Xie smiled and said, "Yes. That shop has lost too much and cannot continue to operate. I thought that instead of transferring it to others, it would be better to give it to my own people. It just so happens that they also want to go further from Tongzhou and open a branch in Beijing. So I bought the shop. Later, it will be convenient for me to help them draw new books."
Remove the word "like" from the drawing of the staff officer's praise, which is the job he wants to do for Ju'anzhai.
This bookstore is open in Beijing, and Cui Qi lives with him every day. Sooner or later, he will ask people to pick up the relationship between the two. He simply warns first, so as not to ask others to pick up. He didn't say it before, it seemed like a ghost in his heart.
This bookstore publishes elegant literary books. The Three Kingdoms can be said to have been published at the urgent request of the readers, and it is no longer relevant to Cui Meiren. He also deliberately changed the style of the painting in the new book, the coloring tends to be lighter, the line of the clothes is drawn with a nail-head and rat-tail, the hook line is more dense and powerful, coupled with the training of martial arts, the wrist strength is thicker, and the previous pictures of beauty There is an intuitive difference.
As long as he was painted in a fashion that imitated the popular style, others would definitely not regard him as Cui Meiren.
He smiled faintly, and bowed his hands to his classmates: "If you want a new book, I will ask them for a few copies. You can bring them to the room to read them. Everyone can read the new book and save a fortune. Is it both beautiful?"
Everyone just heard him say that even the ancestral store was sold, and they were too embarrassed to take his books for nothing. They all refused, preferring to collect money by themselves, and only asked him to help carry a few books. Cui Xie said a few words of politeness. Seeing that they really wanted to buy it, he said, "Guoxue is not a place for business. I will ask them to pick up a few copies and wait at the door tomorrow. You can just ask him to buy them after finishing school at noon."
All sentient beings were suddenly refreshed. Those who have the money want to buy a few more sets, and those who have no money, a few people pool their money, and their hearts are not panicked, and the gods are not gone, even the topic of "Nine Chapters Arithmetic" has been done.
This new "Three Kingdoms" trend is not only blowing in Guoxue, even people in the court are not doing their jobs properly, and they take the books they are rushing to the office to show off in broad daylight.
Sun Yingjue asked someone to hold onto the door and grabbed dozens of books. He carried his father on his back and carried the box to Zhen Fusi. He said openly, "Everyone, you are welcome, come to divide the book! There are "three spirits" in this book. Zhou Yu's big picture, Zhou Lang vomits blood, and Xiao Qiao is serving next to him. It's tenderness... Tsk tsk, it's not a different flavor compared to the picture of Xiao Qiao hanging in the store."
Everyone was not very enthusiastic. Sun Shizi was rather strange. He touched someone with the book and asked, "Why don't you want such a good book? Didn't you even say you want to grab it a few days ago? Or did your family buy it? You have to go back at night to see it, not as good as I can see now."
Several townsfolks and thousands of households all looked at him wonderingly: "Last night, Xie Qianhu sent books everywhere, but didn't they send them to the house?"
"What? He has a new book long ago?" Sun Yingjue was so surprised that he closed his mouth from ear to ear, and shouted at Xie Ying for a long while and angrily: "You grabbed the book last night? How did you grab it? If the story is not done well, I will not sell it in advance!"
Xie Ying smiled and said nothing.
Member Yao Fu raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you think about the original surname of the store? Can you not give the owner a few new books after buying someone else's store? The owner even made new clothes for Brother Xie, what are the books? "
Sun Yingjue screamed: "Why can't I keep up with such a good thing? A tolerance can save such a person who knows the gratitude and knows the interest..."
I complained a few words, and remembered that the point was not here. I knocked the book on the table and asked angrily: "You sent them to them yesterday, why didn't you send it to me?"
Xie Ying twitched her lips and smiled helplessly: "I was the first one to send someone to the house yesterday, but didn't the elder son go to listen to the music with someone? The old man asked someone to pick it up. I don't know why I didn't get it in your hands."
Sun Yingjue was silent for a while, wiped his face, and said "Hey": "I went back late yesterday, and my father didn't say anything to teach me. He was guilty of cutting my book. Alas, who taught me to be a son? I can't breathe with Laozi..."
Then he looked at Xie Ying: "This book has to be given to someone else. Who else can you give it to?"
Xie Ying said: "I will give you a few copies first, and some parents who have handed them to their homes are waiting to give away some copies. I have to go to his store to buy a few sets at night, and then see if there are any new ones."
Everyone else sent someone to buy what they should buy, and didn't want to go. After he was gone, he rode to the east of the city alone to see what the shop opened by Cui Xie's old servant. Who would think that the flow of people will not disappear at night, and the flow of people on the road will be crowded to buy books or come back from shopping, there are many people on the road holding books to read, talk and talk, comments and comments in the comments illustration.
There are also people who simply don't even read the book, and only buy the new dress-up set in their store. Walking on the street, they praised that this drawing has the same conscience as Cui Meiren back then. By the way, I still sigh with emotion that the beautiful woman left silently, and the bookstore owner was so cruel that he didn't even leave her as a souvenir, so he donated it to the library.
Xie Ying, who knew it, leaned down behind his back, and walked forward silently holding back a smile. The more crowded he got near the bookstore, he got off his horse, grabbed the reins and walked forward to see the "Ju'anzhai" plaque that was slightly red from the setting sun.
He had already walked outside the door, Ying Ying Chuo Chuo saw the two beautiful figures standing side by side on the wall, and there were people in the hall crowded, and the sound of books and money was ringing, and suddenly he felt that he did not need to go in again.
He came here on excitement, returned naturally, turned around and walked towards a place with few people. Passing by a hutong entrance on the side of the store, I swept to some places with different colors, and subconsciously glanced inside—
A little white horse was quietly stopped outside the side entrance of the study, and immediately sat a pupil in a green soft towel, looking towards him, he was born with a sharp bones and a vigorous look, unusually beautiful and unusual. The ground is familiar.
The two eyes met, and Cui Xie first yelled, "Thank you—"
Before I finished my words, I remembered that there were a lot of people here, so I rushed to him and asked him excitedly: "Why did Xie brother come here? If you have a book you want, just order it and I will ask someone to give it to you. Just go, there are so many people here..."
Cui Yuan and the treasurer Ji were presenting Cui Xie at the door. When Xie Ying came, they all came up to salute and asked if they wanted to come into the yard to talk. Cui Xie pointed to the courtyard and said, "Brother Xie, would you like to enjoy the light and go in and sit? Although there are some folks and craftsmen living in the courtyard, there is also a place to clean and chat."
Xie Ying remembered the crowded crowd in the store, and shook her head: "You are busy, where can you find someone to entertain me. Besides, I am not the one to entertain. If you think it is not appropriate to call me this time for nothing, it is better. Go out with me, and I will also see how my horse rides."
Okay.
Cui Xie agreed without hesitation, took the horse and turned around in the alley, and said to Cui Yuan and the treasurer Ji: "I have gone out with Xie Qianhu. You can tell the family for me that I will not go back to eat at night. Up."
Cui Yuan responded "Hey", and wanted to get some silver for him to treat. Cui Xie waved his hand and said with a smile on his face: "Where is your money from Uncle Yuan, I will bring it myself. You can go back, you are busy ahead, we are leaving now."
He seldom goes out. Today, he was in time for the opening of a new store. He was worried about the business situation. He took a look after he was away from school. Unexpectedly, he ran into Xie Qianhu and came to see his store. This is also fate. Normally, he can't save time outside. Now that he meets him, he simply goes out to play, and it is also worthwhile for Xie Qianhu to visit him specially.
After going around the narrow alley and walking onto the road, he pulled the rein and smiled back, "Where are we going?"
Xie Ying looked at the blue casual clothes on her body and his supervising student's green shirt. She was a little regretful, and replied: "First go outside the city to evacuate. Tomorrow is the birthday of Emperor Guan, and there should be places outside Guandi temples tonight. The preliminary performance of the actor-advocating hundred plays has begun. Let's take a closer look when we come back."
The author has something to say: The commentary is from Mao Zonggang's commentary on the Three Kingdoms
When they went out, the sun was already slanting to the west. The light golden red sunlight sheds on the green hills outside the city and falls into the mountains little by little.
Although Cui Xie's little white horse is young, he is no longer too big. It is also a good errant horse, only slightly shorter than Xie Ying's Wuliang Hama. The two of them ran for a while outside the city. The little white horse spread out with all four hoofs. It was also a star-chilling electric switch. It was chasing and flying, not much behind Xie Ying's horse.
Xie Ying saw that he was able to follow him closely, his body ups and downs with the horse, sitting steadily, she couldn't help but praised: "It's a good ride. I can't think of you as a scholar, so I am willing to work hard."
Cui Xie had a beautiful face, smiled and said, "Not only riding, but also shooting arrows. I will shoot you someday if I find a place with a target."
Xie Ying smiled and looked at him: "Then wait for autumn and take you to Pinggu to hunt."
Cui Xie hasn't shot a live target yet, so it's a little fictitious. But a man can't directly admit defeat in such a place. Thinking about autumn is still far away, it's a big deal to set a target in the yard and practice more, so he happily agreed.
The two ran a small half circle around the city, the sun had fallen behind the mountain valley, and the city gate would be closed soon. The two went around from Nanguan back to the inner city, randomly found a Guanerye Temple, and got off their horses far outside the temple, mixing into the flow of people.
Because it was close to Emperor Guan's birthday, outside the temple, there began to sell art, incense candles, snacks and fresh fruit and confectionery from other places. There are also some rare ones that come back to sell dairy products-these are probably the descendants of the rich and powerful people who moved to Beijing during the Yuanmeng period, and continued to live on the land of Daming without leaving with Emperor Yuanshun.
They can not only sell roast lamb and dairy products, but also some beef broth and braised beef, which are rarely sold by the Han. Cui Xie hadn't eaten beef for a long time, so he bought two bowls of beef soup with them and asked for some natural yogurt.
Yogurt is much more acidic than modern ones, so you have to eat it with sugar, but it is cool and sour, and it can also supplement calcium. He has always focused on sports since he came to Beijing, and he has never drunk milk. He should look for these and order some fresh milk, drink a cup every day for the whole family, and the old and the young will supplement their health.
...By the way, hurry up.
Xie Ying was a little surprised when he asked the stall owner to deliver milk and yogurt home, as if he liked to drink it: "This milk is fishy and prone to dryness. It is sour when made into yogurt. You really love to drink it. it?"
"Just add more sugar." Cui Xie scooped a spoonful of sugar for him, and he dug a spoonful of yogurt with sugar and put it in his mouth. He squinted his eyes with enjoyment and said, "Drinking milk can grow longer. Tall, I have been too busy with homework in the past two years and sleep less, which may affect my fading..."
Almost did not stop, and said the three words melatonin.
He reacted instantly and changed his words and said: "It affects the leg length. Sitting with Brother Xie, shorter than this calf length, can I not worry?"
Xie Ying looked at his raised knees under his clothes. His kneecap is not thick, only a delicate and sleek shape on the clothes, which is as well-proportioned and exquisite as him. He looked a little surprised, and after he recovered, he lowered his eyes and smiled: "It's not short. You haven't opened it yet."
Brother Xie is so good at talking.
Cui Xie was happy to hear it, but before he grew up to be as tall as Xie Ying, he still insisted on making up. He finished the yogurt in two mouthfuls, stood up by the table and said, "You may not be used to drinking yogurt. I will make some milk tea for you to taste later. Drinking iced milk tea in summer is better for relieving heat and refreshing than just drinking milk. "
It's not that Xie Ying has never tasted Mongolian milk tea. She was not interested in his proposal, but she nodded. Seeing that he had almost eaten, he took out a piece of silver and threw it on the table, ordered some sweets such as Aiwowo, honey twist, and stuffed him with two horses, and took him outside the temple to be more lively. Place to go.
At this time, the lights were on, and all the singers in Wasi in the garden set up their stage, changed their costumes and sang. Outside the temple, there are people selling copper and porcelain statues of Emperor Guan, and large-scale colored paintings of Emperor Guan are posted, which are vivid under the light...
Such as…
Mr. Lu Shuming, the actor of Guan Yu in the old version of the Three Kingdoms...
This picture seems to be based on the characters in his dress-up kit, without even changing his posture!
The stall owner knocked on the gong and shouted: "This is the authenticity of Cui Meiren's! When Cui Meiren drew the Three Kingdoms picture, he drew a big picture of a hundred and eight heroes and beauties. But unfortunately, the beauty became unbearable and lived in seclusion. Most of the artwork was taken deep in the mountains by her. My picture of Guan Di is an old woodcutter who stumbled upon Cui Meiren when he was wandering in the mountains and lost his way in the mountains. She asked her to point out the way out, and she gave this masterpiece... "
He spoke very hard, and the people around him really believed it. Many people wanted to buy his big picture when they took out their purse.
The stall owner picked up Joe again and said that his picture was the real Cui Meiren's legacy. So-and-so servant and so-and-so husband had to spend a few hundred taels to buy and he didn't sell them. He just wanted to sell some of them as "Zhirong Bookstore." The statue of Emperor Guan in the original seal.
Cui Xie was embarrassed and funny, and the expression on his face was distorted. He wanted to pull Xie Ying away from this magical stall, only to find that his body was facing away from him, his head was lowered, and his shoulders shrugged with a smile. Towering.
Take a look! This is a wise man! When I heard it, I knew that the story was fabricated, and the fooled people were too gullible! The old man who is also picking woodcutter...Why didn't he say that he personally met Cui Meiren in the mountains?
He whispered: "The picture was created by looking for someone to copy the image of Guan Gong on the drawing pad into a big picture. It is not authentic at all."
"I know." Xie Ying looked back at him, the smile in her eyes still remained, and she leaned on the horse and whispered: "Cui Meiren'er is by my side, how can she be in some mountains."
Cui Xie didn't hear what he was saying, so she raised her eyes to him, wanting him to make it clearer. Xie Ying shook her head, and pointed to Miaoxi who sang the opera and said, "I don't look at this painting. They are all imitations of color printing. They look like they look like under the lights, but they look rough during the day. Let's go and listen to the Guan Gong opera."
He led the horse and walked away, Cui Xie also forgot what to ask, and followed him to the other side of the street.
There was a southern opera troupe with a clear voice. Although the street was noisy, the sound of drumming was sent by the wind from a distance. The lyrics were intermittently delivered to people's ears. The song was still the song "The King Guan Goes Alone to the Single Sword Club" by Guan Hanqing in the former Yuan Dynasty. .
"I also once killed Cai Yang in the three winters of the Drums, and blood was splashed on the killing field. The knife picked the robe out of Xuchang and threatened to kill Prime Minister Cao..."
The tune rang in my ears, the words were clear, the voice was low, but it was also sonorous and full of charm, and sang a heroic spirit.
Naturally, the sound of the music on the other side of the street cannot travel so far and so clearly.
Cui Xie followed the voice, and was surprised to find that the singer was actually Xie Ying. He seemed to be looking at the stall in the distance, and as if looking at the imaginary Three Kingdoms wars and chaos, he pressed his hands to the beat and sang in a low voice with the orchestra sent in the wind.
The light hit his side face, reflecting an extremely beautiful outline. Cui Xie painted so many heroes, and he was not as heroic as he was at this moment. He sang the phrase "There are three thousand heroes in the end. Fight and fight", as if a hero is singing his own heart song facing thousands of Zhengchen.
He sang the first man repeatedly, and Cui Xie listened a lot and felt that he had to learn it, so he hummed lowly.
His tune was inserted into the song, like a dead branch smashing into the lake, smashing Xie Ying to wake up from the song, and as soon as he looked back, he was staring at himself, learning to sing that que [Silver Lantern].
Although the tune he sang was not in tune, his lips were exquisite, with red lips and white teeth. After removing the noise, he only watched his lips open and close when he bit the word, and his mouth shapes were better than others.
Xie Ying watched for a while, only to remember that he was afraid that he would make herself look shy, and her gaze moved up from his lips and fell into those eyes.
The lights all over the street seemed to fall into his eyes, and the flames seemed to burn from his eyes to people again, so fierce that people did not dare to look at them. But take a closer look, there is nothing else in those eyes, and in the tiny bits of light, he is alone.
Xie Ying's heart moved slightly, raised her hands to close those eyes, and looked at his half-open lips, leaning forward slightly.
Cui Xie's eyes closed, and he stopped singing the ridiculous [Silver Lantern], breathing slightly, but the back of his neck was stiff and motionless, as if waiting for something.
Without the noisy sound, Xie Ying suddenly woke up from the sticky atmosphere of Shicai, sighed low, raised her chin, and the kiss that should have fallen on his lips fell to the one that pressed his eyes. On the back of the hand.
He is a student of the Imperial College, and he will be tested for candidates and scholars in the future. His reputation is important. How can he have an affair with a Jinyiwei like himself?
Cui Xie only felt his hands pressed harder again, and couldn't help pursing his lips and swallowing saliva.
But Xie Ying has endured the throbbing, straightened up, rubbed her palms on his forehead, smiled faintly and said, "Let's go. Are you going to school tomorrow?"
Cui Xie looked into his eyes and asked, "Just now..."
Xie Ying shook her head and said jokingly: "I didn't think you sang badly. Go back, you scholars are not healthy and can't stay up late."
He stepped on his long legs and walked forward, Cui Xie trot after him, calling "Brother Xie" again and again, but he refused to look back. The two horses moved forward steadily from left to right, squeezing the pedestrians out, leaving them alone in the middle of the two horses.
Cui Xie wanted to ask him what he meant just now, but he was afraid that he was thin-skinned, so he was annoyed to ask, so he had to bear it. There will always be...
Alas, let's talk about it later.
Xie Ying sent him to the back door of Cui Mansion and was about to leave. Cui Xie wanted to invite him to sit at home and he refused. He only said that he had to go to the palace to stay on duty these days and he couldn't delay it too late.
But when he was parting, he couldn't help but exhorted: "Tomorrow is Emperor Guan's birthday, and there is always some knife-washing water in the sky. Remember to bring an umbrella when you go to school. Don't let it get wet."
Cui Xie felt relieved at once, and agreed to walk into the threshold and watch him leave from the other end of the alley.
That night, he did not review it for an unprecedented time. Instead, he pulled out a volume of Guan Hanqing's collection from a free book sent by Master Liu, and opened the four-fold book "Guan Erye Going to the Meeting Single-handedly" and read it carefully. The tune of the [Ticking Silver Lantern] lingered in his mind, so he sang every word in the tune, and the result was either too many words or few words, or the tone of the word and the tone didn't match. It seemed like it was out of tune, but in the end it was the one that Xie Qianhu had sung several times, which was the best and most pleasant.
Of course, it's also possible that someone sings just fine, but his singing is out of tune.
He resolutely refused to admit this possibility, but realized Lin Jiancheng's painstaking effort to make him listen to the opera-the tunes are long and tactful, the rhythm is clear, and they read the beauty of chanting. In the eight-part essay, the eight-part essay is written as a tune. The two sentences are more neatly matched, and they are in harmony with the rhythm, and they are as catchy as a song. Naturally, they are better than prose that does not cut the rhyme or the opposite. .
After realizing this, he couldn't help looping the single "Tick the Silver Lantern" in his mind until he fell asleep, and he couldn't control it.
Gradually, the tune became clearer and clearer. It was no longer the tune after his own magical reform, but the clear and clearer song that resonated in his ears at first. The song got closer and closer, his eyes were dark, but he felt a thin, warm breath slap on his face, but he didn't leave halfway, but softly pressed to his lips.
He called out "Brother Xie" in his dream, as if Xie Ying's handsome face under the light appeared before his eyes.
Xie Ying's hand seemed to rest on his hand and shoulder, and she gradually walked downstream. The burning sensation penetrated into his bones, and his waist shook suddenly, and he sat up from the darkness.
Last time I dreamed of meeting with an acquaintance is fine, but this time I dreamed that an acquaintance kissed me. Can this person be called an acquaintance again? It can't be like this to friends... What face does he have to see in the future?
Although Xie Ying seems to have teased him this time...
He really wanted to make a target of the same age, but he didn't even want the same gender.
He covered his face sadly, sat on the bed for a long time, got up and changed his clothes, looked at the purple sky outside, and sighed deeply.
There is still too little homework, so let's memorize a few pieces of songs by famous Yuan and Ming artists.
When the water truck came into the city the next morning, the family returned the fresh cow and goat milk ordered to Cui's house.
Cui Xie used to take care of the family and bought the Nanhuo store for 450 taels of silver. He also asked Cui Yuan to sign a subcontract agreement and transfer the original buddies in the store to them. In addition to the five hundred taels of silver recovered from the processing of southern goods, and the hundred and ten taels who sold old clothes and furniture before, the family finally had more than one thousand taels of cash.
He held two hundred and two turns on each of the two cabinets, and the outer courtyard put one hundred and two for use, and the rest was taught to the old lady to put it away. In the future, if there is a wedding or funeral, it will be prepared to return gifts. .
If you have money, you can spend it on food easily and quickly.
He drinks the milk by himself, and the goat's milk is given to the elderly and children to avoid lactose intolerance and sickness. The cook came down and asked him to make milk desserts. Cui Xie didn't pay attention to the pastries of desserts, so he asked them to steam some double-skin milk and sugar-steamed pastry at will, and add brick tea to make milk tea with more milk.
Sugar-steamed yogurt is available in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, but the steamed yogurt needs to be condensed with ice. It costs more to choose and you can make it yourself. Shuangpi milk is a Cantonese-style dim sum. The Beijing chef in their family had never heard of it, so he had to ask him how to make it. Cui Xie didn't read the recipes formally. He only remembered the general method, asking them to cook the milk skin first and then steam it with egg whites. Anyway, it would be condensed into a bowl. After he told them, let them explore.
There is no need to waste materials in the process of groping. Cui Xie wants to give it away, and he is not in a hurry to eat. He asks them to go back to the kitchen and try them slowly. A bowl of goat milk will do.
But milk tea is easy to make. You just need to crush the brick tea and boil it until it is tangy, then add a spoonful of syrup to the evaporated milk. Daming's recipe for desserts is to boil the syrup first, and use egg whites to remove the layer of froth on the syrup. The syrup is clear and sweet, not easy to spoil, and can be stored in a jar for a long time. plus.
He drank milk tea for breakfast, but felt that the taste was not the same as what he had drunk in his previous life. It was slightly lighter, so he asked the chef to try to boil the syrup into caramel before cooking.
The aroma of milk tea is strong, and the light caramel color is more appetizing. The younger brothers and sisters drank the goat's milk boiled with almonds, and looked at the milk tea in his bowl eagerly, wishing to drink too. The old lady is used to children, so she said for them: "My old lady also wants to taste this milk tea. Ask someone to make a few more bowls. They also called Sister Yun and Brother He both want to try."
Cui Xie shook his head: "Brother and brother are still young. Drinking tincture is not good for your body. Sister Yun can drink a little bit, but don't drink too much at one time. People with weak stomach can easily diarrhea after drinking milk. Grandmother just drinks it. Ask the cook to make a bowl of goat milk for you, and don't drink too much tea."
Although the old lady told him to take care of the head and feet, she ironed it in her heart, smiled and agreed, and said: "We drink as good as it is, and we will give you a taste when we look back."
Cui Xie nodded: "It's okay. If you turn back to the kitchen, if you steam the double skin milk, don't ask them to scoop it up and give it to your grandfather. That kind of big and soft things will choke if you don't eat well. , You have to smash it to eat."
The old lady gave a "hey", and her wrinkles were squeezed together with a smile: "Look, you are careful. When you go out, you are an experienced person. When you were at home, you always listened to your milk arrangements and didn't talk much. Just a word, it seems that even grandma is in charge of eating now."
Cui Xie couldn't restore his original temperament anyway. Hearing his family occasionally mentioned how he used to be, he could only say: "I was a young student, and now I'm a supervising student who has entered the school. I can take care of this family. Naturally different."
He couldn't talk more about the original body. He drank milk tea in a hurry, ate some plain dumplings and steamed pastry, and got up to go to school.
At about noon on this day, there really was a light rain falling, which was what Xie Qianhu said. The classmates looked at the drizzle outside the school and were upset. They came to him during the break and asked him how many times: "Can I sell the books of Ju'anzhai today? I won't be afraid of rain. Right?"
After leaving the hall at noon, everyone went out to the gate of Guoxue with a sense of anxiety that they wanted to buy books but were afraid that they would not be able to buy them.
Unexpectedly, not far from going out, there was a spacious canopy carriage parked at the entrance of the hutong diagonally opposite the gate of the Imperial College. A piece of tarpaulin was stretched on the canopy, and the words "Special Book Transporter for the Imperial College" were painted with vermilion paint. There was already a circle of people outside the car, talking to the people in the car one after another, handing silver, and receiving a pack of new books sealed with translucent white oil paper.
Ju'an Zhaito is honest!
It's raining, and they send books to supervised students. I have never seen a bookstore that is so considerate!
They suddenly forgot that there has never been a bookstore whose books have been cut off for a few months, and they have paid high prices to grab money in their spare time. Anxious readers rushed to buy them when they first released.
The crowd rushed to the car and scrambled to buy books. They couldn't buy them for a while, and they looked at the covers exposed by the supervisors who had just bought them.
There are two types of new books: hardcover and paperback: the paperback is an ordinary blue paper cover, the front of the hardcover is printed with filial piety Zhuge, and the back cover is printed with Zhou Yu playing the piano, separated by a cloud head. If you flatten the envelope and compare it, you will find that Kong Ming's lines are firm and the skin is ruddy, while Zhou Yu's print is a little smaller, and the skin color and clothes color are also dull and pale. After separated by a cloud head, there is Zhuge Liang's nostalgia. Zhou Yu's artistic conception.
A supervising student sighed: "The book published by Ju'anzhai got my heart. It was said that Zhuge was crying and Zhou Yu was just a fake cry when he was filial piety, but I felt that the two of them had no place to cherish each other for a while? Belonging to the Shuwu, you can't make friends anymore."
Another human said: "Zhou Yu is narrow-minded and may not be able to tolerate Kong Ming, but Kong Ming has the capacity to tolerate others, so naturally he really cries for him.
Others retorted: "Zhou Yu may not be really intolerant. How could he not be jealous of the Soochow figures and only jealous of the Prime Minister Zhuge? It's just that the two countries are fighting, and they are afraid that such characters from the State of Shu will harm the State of Wu in the future. Zhuge. This is also forced by the times. If the Great Han River is not broken, and everyone will serve as ministers in the same court, I am afraid it will be a different story."
Although everyone was controversial, they were afraid that if the noise was too strong, the instructors would notice here and drive the book-selling cart away. They only argued in a low voice, and honestly lined up to buy books. Cui Xie told them to throw them behind him, not in a hurry, and slowly returned to the fast room under the umbrella, took out the complete works of Guan Hanqing, leaned against the corridor and hummed while watching.
His tune was inaccurate, but his words were very clear. Several passing classmates listened to him humming "Single Pole Meeting", and laughed at him: "Why does He Zhong still read this former Yuan's miscellaneous script? It depends on the story of the Three Kingdoms, this short play. How happy is the "Six Talents Criticize the Three Kingdoms" with color pictures?"
Cui Xie hid the pages of the book to his chest and smiled: "Isn't that when Dr. Lin criticized my article and told me to read more operas and learn from those Shu Chang Wanman accents when writing Puppets? I know I lacked literary talent. , Of course, we have to make up."
The classmate said, "Why look at the previous tunes. The drama we wrote for the sake of the wine is better. The script is neat, the pronunciation is good, and there is also the work of enlightenment. The Yiluntang should have "The Complete Record of Wulun". Why don't you take this one to read? But watching the playbook is boring, and Xiumu is right in front of you in the middle of the month. How nice is it to take you to the Southern Opera of Xiangyun Class for my brother?"
Xie Muri...Cui Xie smiled and shook his head: "I've decided to learn something else. I'm afraid I don't have time to watch the show. I will betray Brother Xian's kindness."
The supervising student glanced at him pityingly, shook his head and sighed: "When you are in Xiumu, you still have to study with your husband. When will you not go to school. What is the fun of living like this at a young age?"
No, in fact, he didn't go to school on the day of Xiu Mu, so he followed Xie Qianhu to learn swordsmanship.
He lowered his head and said in a concealed manner: "I have just entered the Imperial College, and I am not used to many things, just think about it later."
I got used to it later.
For example, after dreaming of someone, you have to see someone else.
The first time I dreamed of Xie Ying, I only dreamed that he was wearing clothes made by himself. After meeting him, he was still upset for a long time; this time he kissed in his dream, and he could calmly prepare to go. What kind of food does the family bring, this is progress.
On the fifteenth day of rest, the chef also made a creamy and rich caramel milk tea, steamed smooth and delicate double-skin milk, and sugar steamed pastry that people in Beijing love to drink.
Dairy products are perishable, so Cui Xie first went to the Imperial College to attend the ceremony, and asked the coachman to pick up the time at the end of the ceremony and deliver iced drinks and food, and he was taken to Xie's house with him. As a result, the ceremony was over, and when he walked out of the gate, he saw Xie Shan driving the Qianhu Mansion car waiting outside.
Cui Xie came back to life and met again, and said with a smile: "I have to bother to thank Brother Shan again."
Xie Shan said: "Don't bother. Does the son go by like this or change clothes?"
Of course you have to change, otherwise it will be difficult to move.
Cui Xie changed a piece of green tea that hadn't passed through, took out iced milk tea and snacks from his car, and got in Xie's car to his house. Xie Ying only looked at him for a few more seconds when meeting, and then drooped her eyelids to cover her eyes. His attitude was the same as usual, as if he had forgotten the gaffe that day, he smiled and tasted the refreshments he brought, and praised: "I thought it was Mongolian milk tea with a salty taste, but it was not sweet. It's really good."
Although he was still smiling, Cui Xie felt that his smile was a little stylized, not as vivid and kind as usual.
Later, when Xie Qianhu taught him the sword technique, it was more obvious. The teaching was done by slowly practicing it by himself. That is to say, he sometimes did not perform well. Xie Ying would rather practice several times in front of him. Hold his hand as before and help him pose right.
Cui Xie couldn't help guessing that he still cared about the accident that he almost went to kiss that night and wanted to keep his distance. But I can't blame anyone for what happened that day, the atmosphere is so good, Xie Qianhu looks so good-looking, and he almost didn't control it himself...
If it went on like in his dream, what would happen to them today? Do you simply admit that they are not so straight and try to communicate like this, or is it embarrassing that you can't see each other again?
He dragged the knife, imagined Xie Qianhu coldly saying to him, "That night was just a mistake, let's not go wrong again", couldn't help but laugh.
No, they are really not suitable for that kind of dog-blood drama, or so... let it go. You can still see noodles often, and what you should do is enough.
Xie Ying told him to smile a little inexplicably, and couldn't help but glance at him more. He looked better than usual in such a gorgeous big green silk shirt, and smiled so heartlessly, as if he could not see his deliberate alienation at all.
I'm afraid I don't know what he almost did in front of Guandi Temple that day.
She was still a child with a heartless heart...Xie Ying shook her head, muttered to him, and her heart relaxed a little. He took the straight knife from his hand, turned the hilt upside down and nodded on his forehead. , Said aloud: "I practice it again, and see clearly, the pose of raising the knife to meet the enemy, the arm is passing through from below."
While Cui Xie was busy practicing martial arts, a rare visitor was welcomed in the Cui family mansion. The man was dressed in a cyan 鸂鸂bu suit. He was only twenty-seven and eighty-eight years old. He had handsome eyebrows and handsome eyes. He was riding a small blue sedan chair. There were no ceremonial guards on either side. He only brought a few books and a piece of red silk His wooden plaque entered Cui Mansion in a low-key manner.
I just caught up with Cui Xie and went to Xie Ying's house.
Cui Liangdong eagerly called for someone to pick him up, and the coachman said timidly: "The son has gone to Jinyiwei Qianhu Mansion, which is not a place we can go. If he is forced to pick him back, will Jin Yiwei be unhappy?"
Then can't let the county honored old parents no one entertain!
Although Mrs. Cui was a pleasant person who asked for a fate, after all, she was a woman in the house, and she was unable to accompany guests for a long time. The old lady was lying on the bed and couldn't speak... He turned around in a hurry, and finally remembered that he was home. He raised the position of Juren, and quickly asked people to invite Lu Juren to the front to wait for the guests, and at the same time invited the county lord to see the old lady.
The Daxing county magistrate came suddenly, and the family was unprepared, and he was asking someone to push the old man to watch the scenery in the courtyard.
When Majesty Jiang entered the door, there was a paper pavilion at the entrance of the main room, and the paper corridors extending to the end of the base of the wing were extended on both sides. Only when I approached can I see that there was a door open on the front of the paper pavilion, with heavy greased paper curtains hanging from the door, and greased paper windows were even built on both sides.
The square of the paper is a sauce-colored moire paper, with slightly translucent white creases, which are elegant and solemn, pressing against the light translucent oil paper wall above.
County Order Jiang's house was spacious and exquisite. There was a group of people wandering down the corridor. The servants seemed to be very comfortable with the paper corridor. They only felt that his family was too expensive, so he couldn't help asking Cui Liangdong: Why did you block the doors and windows and build a corridor under the corridor?"
Luxury is not such an extravagant method, right? Isn't it sultry if it is so tightly blocked?
Cui Liangdong led the way by his side, and quickly explained: "The old man of our house has been lying in bed for many years, afraid of seeing the wind, and always lay in the bedroom. After my son is in charge, I am afraid that my grandfather will not feel well after lying down for a long time, and the sickness will be more serious. So I sold the things at home and asked a craftsman to make a wheelchair and a paper gallery so that the old man could come out and see the sun."
County magistrate Jiang took a close look at the figure, and he saw a long chair in it. Then he realized that he had misunderstood. His face was red, and he sighed, "So, Jiansheng Cui is really filial. It is not for the righteous people who have won the commendation from the Holy Spirit. I am afraid that he is thinking about the principle of'old and old and the old', so he is willing to donate nearly a hundred taels worth of goods to the sanatorium. I saw this piece of paper for a while. In the gallery, I almost misunderstood the extravagance of your mansion, but the official dismissed it lightly."
Outside the hospital, Cui Liangdong had already reported the arrival of the old lady, the county magistrate of Daxing. At this time, the paper pavilion at the door was pushed aside, and an elderly woman greeted him from the inside, and asked them to enter.
After entering, he discovered that the paper pavilion had doors on all sides, and only the front and back doors were normally opened, and the left and right doors were tightly closed to prevent the wind from entering the corridor. Although the main entrance of the hall is called the paper pavilion, it does not feel dull inside. The back hall and the doors on the left and right sides are open. The wind is slowly drawing in from the outside, and a sweet apricot fragrance is burning in the furnace. It's as cool as the ice used elsewhere.
The old lady was still changing clothes in it, so Cui Liangdong asked him to sit down in the hall first, and soon there was an iced milk tea and snacks brought by his adoptive mother to ask him and the book office to taste it—all made more in the morning, and Cui Xie didn't have it before he left. Take so many, the leftover is just right to entertain the guests.
Jiang County magistrate is from the south of the Yangtze River. He is not accustomed to eating dairy products. When I drank milk tea, I only noticed that the tea was rich and creamy. The tea taste was mellow, with a slightly bitter sweet aroma. It was different from ordinary people's ordering and making tea, and it was refreshed with crushed ice. I couldn't help asking: " This tea has never been tasted in this county. It must be a secret recipe from the family?"
Cui Liangdong laughed and said, "Is there any secret recipe, the old parents laughed. This is just my son and Huihuizi ordering some cow and goat milk to replenish the family's body. He thought it was not good to drink alone, so he asked people to add tea. It's cooked. But things with milk are perishable, so it's called iced."
The double skin grandma has a slightly strong flavor, and the county magistrate Jiang eats it generally, but the book offices he brought are all locals in Beijing. They love to eat butter and milk snacks. They all praise this rich flavor and taste better than half-cured and half-liquid crisp. Cheese is more affordable.
Cui Liangdong made a few polite words on behalf of the host, and the county magistrate Jiang said: "When will the Cui Jiansheng from your residence come back? This county specially tells them to come back when they are in the prison. One is to commend him face to face for donating to the Sanatorium, and second. I also want to see a child prodigy."
Only then did Cui Liangdong understand his intentions—the Chen goods donated to the Sanatorium were personally escorted by him, and there was a row of idlers watching the bustle behind the car, so that half of the city of Beijing could be seen!
On the way to the Sanatorium, I don't know how many people praised their generosity, benevolence and righteousness, and they will be blessed if they are good... I heard that his bones were lightened, and he almost signed his name Cui Liangdong when he signed the donation book. Fortunately, the person in charge of the registration said, "Originally, your family's surname is Cui". His heart cleared and he changed the word "Xie" back in time.
That cart of dry goods, confectionery, and wine and vinegar sauces can add up to more than eighty taels of silver. Although it is not food, most of them are things that can be used in the kitchen. The quality of the items delivered was good, and there were no stale or moldy ones. It could serve the staff below and the lonely old man in the courtyard during the New Year's Day as an extra meal, and when they were sold, they could also be exchanged for dozens of Shimimai. If you replace it with coarse grains such as beams, millet, millet, and beans, you can have more than a hundred stones and ten thousand kilograms of grain, which will be enough for the old people in the courtyard to eat for a while.
Daxing County was commended for good people and good deeds under the rule.
Generally commending such a wealthy household is a few words of exhortation from the county magistrate, exempting his family from three years of labor, and then symbolically giving the almost worthless Daming treasure. But the current Patriarch of the Cui family is from Sipin. No matter where he is an official now, the family does not need to pay taxes and pay. The country house can also be exempted from paying horses and supporting horses, and everyone in the family can also be exempted from labor. .
Cui Xie was a child prodigy who had been received by the emperor and had been put under the imperial decree and put him in the Imperial College. After thinking about it, the county magistrate Jiang decided to give his family some face, so he took thousands of newly issued treasure bills, asked a craftsman to make a plaque of "good people", and personally got the Cui family.
It's a pity that Choi Xie is not at home today.
Cui Liangdong asked Jin Yiwei to come and frighten him once. Although he was afraid of the county magistrate's dissatisfaction, he did not dare to ask people to pick up someone at Xie Qianhu's mansion. He could only apologize on behalf of the owner: When the master comes back, the younger one must persuade him to go to the county government to pay respect to Lord Xie."
Fortunately, at this time the old lady changed her clothes and brought a few adoptive mothers and daughter-in-laws out to see her. She was the order of her son, and the county magistrate Jiang had to salute her. Cui Liangdong didn't need to serve outside, so he went out to help push the old man Cui into the inner room, and urged the cook to prepare lunch.
The magistrate Jiang told the old lady about his future intentions, and Mrs. Cui sighed regretfully: "He made these foods to give away his benefactor, so he went directly to the people's home after school. I didn't know the adults wanted Come, or I will persuade him not to go out first."
County magistrate Jiang smiled generously: "Your benefactor? Naturally, it is the benefactor that matters. This county is only sending a plaque, but I don't have to call him back to meet this person."
He stood up and beckoned to the back. The book office that came with him raised the plaque. He rubbed the red silk on his head and said, "Since Sun is not here, please lead the way, and I will hand this plaque to the old lady. He is the old and pleasant."
Mrs. Cui opened her eyes with joy, and immediately ordered people to go to the house to smell more fragrance, help her husband sit up, and personally lead him to the house.
County magistrate Jiang said: "I heard that the old lady had a stroke. I'm afraid he has trouble getting up. Just tell him to lie down and rest. You don't need to support him.
He originally thought that Mrs. Cui had to ask someone to sit on, or leaning on a pile of bedding, or still sitting in a wheelchair, but he didn't want to enter the inner room and saw a four-poster bed with a half-slatted bed. There were nooses on both sides of the bed, and the maid shook the bar under her head and pulled the bed board together with the old man.
This bed is really amazing. County magistrate Jiang and Mrs. Cui have seen the ceremony, their eyes are glued to the rising chain of the bed, and they exclaimed: "Where did the craftsman make this? It's really ingenious."
If this kind of practical thing is promoted, many people who have been bedridden for a long time can get up and sit often, or just lie down and half leaning, it is more comfortable than lying in bed all day.
Cui Taigong's face showed a bit of smugness, and the old lady also smiled and said: "It's not my grandson who asked someone to do it. I was afraid that his father would be uncomfortable in bed, so I thought of such a way to make him get up. It's loose. My old lady didn't even think of it. He is so considerate as a child."
Although county magistrate Jiang didn't see Cui Xie, he had a good impression of him first, and he didn't care about the fact that he was away from home to study and let himself go for nothing, and followed by a few compliments. Then he asked people to carry the plaque, took off the red silk covering the top, and revealed the four words "Ji Shan Ren Jia" in his own writing, and said with a smile: "The home of Ji Shan must have Yu Qing. Your house is happy to give charity and donate to the lonely old. There is good deeds in the underworld to remember, and to give back in the future, to teach your royal princes to be healthy as soon as possible, and all descendants will become useful."
The old lady was most worried about her husband and offspring. Hearing this, she almost burst into tears. She chanted a few Buddhas, and quickly blessed her good luck and thanked the county magistrate's auspicious words. She was carried out and hung upright. Outside the hospital.
While hanging the plaque, Mr. Lu also changed clothes to meet the guests, and brought the pupils to the main courtyard. When I came in, I ran into the county magistrate Jiang looking at the hanging plaque. I hurriedly bowed to the courtesy. He also called Brother He to bow and took him to the hall to sit down and talk.
County magistrate Jiang likes to be courteous with his brother at a young age, he picked him up with his own hands, and gave him a purse with incense blades for him to play. He politely thanked him, and stood behind him holding his purse.
Lu Juren watched his words and deeds, corrected them at any time, and taught him better than his own mother. County magistrate Jiang also liked his dedicated teacher. He also looked at him in a round-necked shirt with sleeves, square veil, and soft ribbons. He heard that he was still a man, and he was even more polite. He sat down and said something. , Wen Yan asked him his name and origin, which list he cited.
Lu Juren was a few years older, but his background was lower than the list. Before the magistrate who was a serious scholar, he bowed and saluted, saying: "Late born Lu Boshan, with great use of words, he was ranked ninth in Henan in the 16th year of Chenghua. Twelve Juren have always taught a few students at Cui's house. Today, the young master of his family is not here, and the late student came to accompany his old parents."
County magistrate Jiang heard that he was a Juren and claimed to have always taught Cui Xie. He couldn't help but think of some rumors and asked: "You have taught Cui's family for a few years? You teach all their brothers?"
Mr. Lu stood there steadily and said: "It is exactly that before Cui Xie returned to Qian'an, I had taught him for two years, but we have a very short mentor and apprenticeship and never taught him anything."
He is the one who taught Cui Xie later! He had delayed Cui Xie's entrance to school, so how come he can still stay at Cui's house and teach this kid again?
But depending on his appearance, he was extremely caring for the little disciple, and the children he taught also knew the etiquette advances and retreats, not like a gentleman who misled his children.
The county magistrate Jiang was puzzled and couldn't help but test him a few words, but found that he was not only well-versed in the history, but he also answered the rare questions in the Song Confucianism. He was really learned.
He unknowingly asked: "I think you have good knowledge and strict temperament, so why don't you have a mentorship with the student Cui Jian, and can't teach him?"
Lu Juren couldn't fault him. Looking at the way Cui Xie was now, he also forgot about the days when he was not very smart. After thinking about it, he pushed the fault on others: "I heard that his stepmother was jealous. I hate him, maybe because he was blocked from studying behind his back? I didn't notice anything at the time. I just remembered that when he and his second brother were studying, they didn't come for a long time, so what could be learned."
Speaking of pulling He Ge to his side, he stroked his head and said, "Brother Xie has grown a lot since he came back from his hometown. He disciplines his younger brothers strictly and is not allowed to skip school easily. I just don't know that his second brother will go out for a trial and he will be able to come back. Will you be more productive."
County magistrate Jiang almost forgot that there was a second son in his family, and asked him to remind him that there was such a wife in the Cui family, and he sighed secretly: "The kind mothers are more ruined, and the unkind mothers think about the law. Erdi wants to teach the children who broke the front room, but it is not something a gentleman can teach."
Thinking about it this way, I feel a little sympathetic to Mr. Lu: Cui Xie has two gentlemen, who have only been teaching for two years, and he can't be blamed for not teaching well. It must be that stepmother who refused to let her stepson go to school, and the gentleman who had invited him before was not able to teach. He broke the foundation and only taught for two years. What else can he teach?
He comforted: "There is fate between the teacher and the apprentice, and so does the imperial examination. At the beginning, your fate has not arrived, but now it is here, he will not be willing to study at ease, and ask you to continue teaching his brother? Maybe you will be the next year. The fate in here has also arrived, and your masters and disciples can still be on the top of the list together and make a good story.
Mr. Lu's thin face opened with a smile, and it looked a little more radiant than usual, and he thanked him: "Thanks to the good words of the adults, I will do my best to teach my disciples in the late birth, and strive to win the fame of Jinshi."
The county magistrate Jiang smiled and said: "I heard some rumors outside, and when I saw it, real people knew that the rumors were unbelievable, and you were also a drag. Later, I will talk about this with the same year, so that you will not be affected by the rumors in the future. Disturb."
Lu Juren said: "It's good for adults to have this heart, but I am not afraid of those words. Now Cui Xie is following me to learn poetry. I think he is not very spiritual, but fortunately he is high-minded, and he has a grand and righteous spirit in his heart. I can't write good poems. If he is promising, he will naturally wash out my reputation, so I don't have to bother adults."
He has an arrogance of his own. He has to get up from wherever he falls. He is not reconciled if he doesn't teach Cui Xie a speciality that can show his teaching ability.
The county magistrate Jiang saw that he had such an uproar, so he smiled and said, "The county wishes you to teach him as soon as possible."
He wanted to come to see Cui Xie today. Since the person he wants to see is not there, and the plaque is hung up, he has to return to the Ya first. Lu Juren could not keep him, so he asked someone to go to the interior to tell the old man that Mrs. Cui was not good at keeping guests, so he asked someone to pack him a box of iced desserts and a jar of good wine from Xie Ying , Personally sent it out and asked him to take it home to taste.
The county magistrate Jiang declined politely, and only made another request: "There is a ruthless please in this county-can the old lady tell me where the craftsman who makes the movable bed is? I think I will also build something in the sanatorium. A bed to make the lonely and poor old people feel more comfortable there."
Mrs. Cui chanted the Buddha's name: "I am an adult who does this good governance. How can my family not fully cooperate? The craftsman who made the bed is the one we used to be old. It is in Nanguan. The old lady asked the individual to lead the people around the adult to find He. His family can also make a narrow bed with a thick backrest, a large wardrobe that can be well-dressed, and a soft feather cushion that looks simple and not fancy, but extremely practical."
Master Jiang was familiar with the narrow bed and feather cushions, and asked, "But that kind of furniture like Qian'an? I heard from the same year when Qian'an came to Qian'an that nowadays, there are fashionable household items in their township, and even rich and wealthy people have made them. Yes. I just heard that, I don't know what it is like. I don't think he can do this. If it is cheap and suitable, I would have to play a few more sets."
It was my grandson who drew the picture and instructed him to fight.
The old lady was proud of her heart, and her face was full of brilliance. After County Majesty Jiang left, she talked about it for a long time, wanting to wait for Cui Xie to come back and talk to him about today. Lu Juren taught Xianzun to encourage this for a long time, and he also gave birth to a lot of ambition. Think about Cui Xie's not eager to learn poetry with him these days. He is still eight feet away from being a poet, and he is gearing up. Teach him into a talent immediately.
Both sides looked forward to it, from the first day to the next, and from noon to the afternoon. It wasn't until the Shenshi was over, that Lu Juren had anxiously added three big characters to He Ge Lian, and Cui Xie wore that dazzling green trolling, and then washed his still wet hair, and drove back in the car happily. To the Cui family.
Cui Xie practiced swords at Xie's house all morning. The weather was hot. He ate two glasses of shochu during lunch, and he was soaked with sweat. After the meal, Xie Ying asked someone to prepare him for washing and change his clothes inside and outside.
His own shirt was taken to be washed, and it was left to dry for a while, so he had to put it at Xie's house first, and then pick it up when he met next time. It was that the body was replaced with a close-fitting bunt in advance during martial arts training, and it was still dry and could be worn when returning.
The Xie family placed a bench under the flower stand in the yard and told him to lie down and dry his hair. Xie Ying also sat on a cool bench beside him, and looked at the new talents criticizing the Three Kingdoms.
Although Xie Qianhu said a little less now, and his attitude was slightly alienated, he still took care of him as always and was willing to let him take a bath in his own home and change clothes without coming back in a sweat. Cui Xie felt that it would be nice for the two to stay peacefully like this. The shade of flowers under the shelf is dappled, the sun is not strong, and the grapes are full of grapes when you look up. They are all newly born little pearls, and the green eyes are refreshing.
He closed his eyes in the yard and memorized the notes he could tell. He had snacks on hand. When he felt tired, he opened his eyes and looked at the grape beads hanging from the top of the flower stand. He also spent the afternoon comfortably.
Xie Ying occasionally looked at him as if he was asleep, and wanted to ask him to get up and go in and lie down. But before he could call him, Cui Xie opened his eyes and looked around. Xie Ying quietly retracted his leg, leaning on the old tree behind him and continuing to flip through the book.
When the sun went down for a while, Xie Ying would not tell him to lie down again, for fear that the cool breeze would blow his wet hair and draw cold air into his body.
Cui Xie's hair was extraordinarily thick and dense, and it hadn't been very dry for a long time, so she pulled it up and wore a net towel, wrapped in a new soft towel prepared by the Xie family. Xie Ying did not leave him for dinner anymore. Seeing that it was not early, she asked someone to put on his coat and said, "When you rarely have a rest, the family is afraid that they will be waiting for you. Don't be there all day. Stay outside."
Actually, it's all this time, how is it different from a whole day?
Cui Xie smiled and shook his head, raised his hand to bid him farewell, and rode back to Cui Mansion in the carriage. The family waited for him for a day. When the door saw him getting out of a car from a distance, they didn't even bother to inform the family, so they hurried to meet him, followed him and talked about the awards from Lord County.
Cui Xie said goodbye to Xie Shan first, and asked him to thank the owner on his behalf, and then asked the door: "How did the lord remember coming to our house?"
The door wrinkled a face and said, "Isn't the prince I just said that I didn't care about it? The grown-up came to commend our family for donating to the elderly, and he also brought a plaque, which is now hanging at the gate of the upper courtyard. Old lady Babaer After waiting for the son for a day, Mr. Lu is also waiting for you to come back."
Then I have to find time to go to the county office to thank you.
Cui Xie nodded casually, went back to the room to change clothes, and went to the room to greet the elderly. When I walked out of the courtyard, I saw the plaque hanging on the forehead, the ink plaque with red paint. The four characters were written rigorously and neatly, the brushwork was steep, and there was no gold paint. The ink color appeared in the sun under the sun.的光华.
The most important thing for their scholars is face. Although this plaque does not glorify ancestors and spread to future generations like the memorial in his hometown, it is quite decent.
He stopped outside for a while before entering. At this moment, Mr. Lu had already waited for him to sit still in his courtyard. He was taking his brother and his brother to write in the upper room. Cui Xie saw him when he entered the door and bowed to say hello. Mr. Lu looked at his bright silk clothes and headscarf, pressed his heart eagerly, and said calmly: "You are back. I happen to be here to teach my brother to write. You will also write two pens for him later as a demonstration."
Cui Xie answered "Yes" and went to greet his grandparents first. After hearing the old lady talk about the county magistrate's coming home.
The door did not say in such detail outside, but the grandmother recounted how the county lord praised their kindness and filial piety from beginning to end. Halfway through, I remembered asking people to deliver food quickly, and said with a smile: "Today you are not here. Thanks to Mr. Lu to help us entertain the county respected family. Later, your brothers will accompany Mr. Lu to eat out. You should respect him a few more glasses. ."
At this time, Mr. Lu had no intention of drinking, and stopped Cui Xie from drinking too much. He slightly touched his lips and said, "You are not a great poet like Li Bai. You can only thrive after drinking. I'm afraid the more you drink. Confused, I can't even write a single word neatly, how can I demonstrate to the younger brother?"
Even Cui Xie told him to be tightly bound, and Brother He dared not even look at the jug.
After finishing the meal, Lu Juren hurriedly asked people to close the table, and asked Cui Xie to silently write a few "Thousand Characters".
Cui Xie was still a little embarrassed. He looked at He Ge and said, "My writing is also normal, so it is better to have a tablet on He Ge."
Lu Ju said: "Brother Lin's handwriting is a matter of course. You have to be afraid of bad writing, so you can practice more and get a good one instead of this one?"
He didn't see any good or bad himself, but he felt that his elder brother was a small three-yuan chief, a very beautiful character, and his writing must be good, so he just picked it up and wrote it. Lu Juren had forced him to write all afternoon. At this time, he remembered cherishing him and waved his hand: "You have written a lot, be careful of hurting your hands. Go back and rest by yourself. I will give your brother a lecture."
Brother He took a peek at her husband, and saw that his scorching eyes were only on the eldest brother, and he ran away happily, ignoring himself.
Cui Xie just wanted to ask him about something, so he cleaned up the messy paper on the table and told Mr. Lu: "The students also happen to have a place to ask your husband. The Lin Jiancheng from Guoxue said two days ago that I didn't have enough parables. Tactfully and comfortably, I want me to listen to more tunes and learn how to compose songs. I wonder if my husband can teach me?"
Mr. Lu pondered for a while and asked, "Do you want to learn Northern Opera or Southern Opera? To learn composing sub-words, you need to first understand the rhythm. I have never looked at those, because I can't teach you six tunes and eleven tunes. Music uses rhyme and poetry. It's not all the same. If you want to learn by yourself, first turn over Gao An's "Zhongyuan Yinyun" and Ning Xianwang's "Taihe Zheng Yinpu", and then find a master to learn music. If you don't understand the tune, you have to memorize it by rote. There are more than 600 sets of tunes in the Sixth Palace and Eleventh Tunes...It is also laborious."
Learning music is a waste of time. Can you talk about Guan Hanqing's artistic achievements first?
Before Cui Xie was too embarrassed to ask, Mr. Lu turned around and stared at him and asked: "How to learn composition is to write poetry? Poetry is the profession of our scholars. You have studied with me for a few days, how is poetry writing? Now? You haven't learned the rules of poetry, you have to write lyrics, and make music. You have so much time to learn these!"
When mentioning the word "poetry", Cui Xie stopped talking immediately and bowed and said: "I have also remembered what Mr. Sister taught me, but I am afraid that my thoughts will not be broad and the writing will be stiff and boring."
Mr. Lu said: "If you write too much, you will open up. How many articles have you written until today, and how many have you written when you write poems? The prose is mostly prose, even if the rhythm of the antiphony is not Exactly. To write poems, you need to follow the flat rhythm of each sentence, and it will inevitably be uncomfortable when you first start writing. I will write a title for you, you can do it first, and I will see if you have been working on this recently."
After just playing for a day, I have to meet the quizzes of courses I haven't reviewed. How sad. If he knew that Mr. Lu was waiting for him here, he would not review the lecture the previous two days, but would prepare a poem first.
It's a pity that writing a poem is not like an essay, you just get the title from the four books and this sutra, and guess the title in advance. This afternoon I will concentrate on writing poems, and what I wrote is not what my husband wants.
He simply bent his mind and stood up and said, "Mr. please write the question."
Mr. Lu spent the whole afternoon early, and the title blurted out: "The parents in this county come to see you, they are filial piety for you, filial piety is good for you. It is obvious that you serve the elderly at home, but the old father is working outside. Where there is no way to express your heart, it is better to write a poem to express the feeling of longing."
...He still miss Choi Senye?
He really wanted to go to the staff to pay him to renew his term, so that he would never return to the capital for the rest of his life! He worked so hard to transfer property at home, and it was this senator who was guarded. If there were only his grandparents and two younger siblings in this family, he would publicly recognize that Ju An Zhai belonged to his own family.
Mr. Lu saw his reluctant appearance, his beard curled up slightly, and he snorted coldly: "You haven't seen what I taught you these days? Pick your own rhyme, do you know what rhyme to use?"
Cui Xie came back to his senses and sighed slightly: "Farewell poems are natural and sentimental to the throat. The rhyme of flat water is Yubu."
He held back against the blank paper for a long time, copied the metric, and made do with a poem: "Sit and see the swallow in front of the hall, and sing together. Thinking with the flow of water, dreaming to travel to southern Yunnan. Erhai Boat. Although I am thinking about my flesh and blood, I dare not forget my worries."
Mr. Lu saw his face when he was composing the poem, and the speed of his writing, he knew that he was not very profitable these days, and he couldn't help shook his head.
It was easy to wait until he put his pen, took a look at the poem, and found the rhyme right, but the neck joints were not neat enough, and the melody of the sentence was not lively enough, and the last three sentences were in the rhythm of two, two and one. I have to reluctantly pick up some good points in this poem, that is, the poetry of the second half has a turning point. It does not blindly write personal feelings, but points out the idea of preferring to endure the pain of separation between flesh and blood, but also to serve the country.
What he first taught Cui Xie was a five-character rhythm poem that should be based on the system. Since there are two characters of "ying system", it is natural to focus on loyalty to the emperor and patriotism.
In short... he praised Cui Xie for his high intentions in front of County Majesty Jiang, which is not wrong.
Mr. Lu pinched his nose and drew two circles for him, and then he began to stab him: the second sentence of the first couplet was guilty of the problem of the knees of the crane, and the word "zi" was all flat-sound characters before and after; It's not neatly right, and the word flow is also of Youbu, guilty of small rhyme, and the sentence "Meng Xiangnan travels to the south of Yunnan" is a three-legged rhyme, which is not neat; the neck joint "Cangjiang" and "Erhai" are right again Too deliberate...
He slapped the poem back and said angrily: "To compose a poem, you have to be in estrus from your heart. Seeing that your poem is a perfunctory work, you can't read the love between father and son at all. I don't know what you are doing all day. The souls are not at home...If you don't talk about poetry, please correct me if the words don't make sense."
Although Cui Xie asked him to scold him, but when he thought of the time he spent leisurely in Xie's house, his heart was still happy, and he couldn't find any thoughts or sadness when he searched his stomach. He didn't make it difficult for himself. He only corrected the mistakes his husband had circled, and neatly rewrote a poem: "Sitting in front of the hall swallow, I sighed with sorrow. Thinking of passing away on wings, dreaming of sailing by boat. As the old saying goes, the willows in the Cangjiang River will not be wrapped around the boats on the Erhai Lake. Tianlun is sincere and precious, and I dare not forget the country's worries."
The feelings are gone, try your best to sing a high-profile.
