Chapter 18: Hanging the Southeast Branch (《》)

Xiaochan revealed the head of the water-dial song from the Mid-Autumn Festival. During the past few days, Ning Yi has been staying at home to read books and pretend to be sick. When he was bored, he played go-to chess with Xiaochan. It was the first day he came out today. He went to school to attend classes in the morning, and in the afternoon he went to pick up the wooden board that had been helped with whitening, and then bought some charcoal strips. He came here all the way, and both Mr. Qin and Kang Xian were there.

For poetry, it is very useful for using it. Ning Yi has nothing to do with psychological barriers. The poems he knows are now a very good strategic resource. If you can't stay idle in the future, you want to do something, and take it out to make a hype, add a little fame and other things to do. But it's really meaningless to just satisfy a little vanity at this time.

These days, the talented literati and talented people speak and act according to classics. If they really want to gain some reputation, they will inevitably be subject to the school entrance exam. The urgent talent in these places is useless to memorize the entire Tang Dynasty poems and Song lyrics. Now, several works such as the Analects of Confucius and universities are placed in front of him, but he can explain them in vernacular language, and even have many new ideas, but there is definitely no talent in other aspects. It is a bit too early to throw out the lyrics, but since things have happened, with his personality, he will accept them indifferently.

For him, this problem is not big. Take a different approach and take the right path, and the solutions are ever-changing. The day before yesterday, Old Lady Su, Su Boyong and others called him and Su Tan'er to ask. He casually made a few nonsense, saying that these words were not written by himself, but by chance... Old Lady Su looked at him for a long time, and then just smiled and said, "It's time to keep it confidential to the outside world..." The old man was very smart, and it would be a bit of whether he believed it or not. However, if he was really a talented man, the Su family's position was actually embarrassing. Everyone is actually guessing.

How comfortable being a talented man is now as good as being a son-in-law. He doesn't have to do too much or be responsible. He doesn't have to expect too much from you, so he has no pressure and the old lady is still taking care of him. It's a fool to get rid of this kind of life. After finally having a few months of leisure, before nothing big happens, the identity of a married woman is determined to refuse to leave. He thought so in his heart, and he thought it was interesting, but if he told others, he would probably not even believe Xiaochan.

Within a few days, there must be rumors outside, and I could probably guess what it was. But when Xiaochan told him about the situation of the Shishui Poetry Club, he was shocked by the name Kang Xian, and finally couldn't help laughing. I knew that this old man was not simple before, but I didn't expect such a big name.

After a few days of rest, he temporarily left things behind and returned to normal life. However, when he was giving lectures this morning, someone came to Yushan Academy. The person who was scolded by Mr. Kang and the other scholars came to apologize.

In a sense, Yu Zixing's name as a literati was actually damaged by a few words of reprimand at the poetry meeting. This was really a disaster. However, Kang Xian still cherished his talent. When he left, he talked to him alone and taught him earnestly. He found time to apologize. Once it was spread, he could make him a little more famous. After all, he apologized for apologizing and being able to correct these mistakes can also be regarded as a kind of good reputation.

There was a picture coming over there, so Ning Yi cooperated a little and performed a scene of mutual appreciation. As for inviting him to attend a student gathering at a certain boat in the evening, he naturally refused, and then said goodbye to the talents and came out to get a painted whiteboard.

"Zi Xing is a man with good moral character. Although his talent and learning are not among the top, he is also one of the best." Kang Xian said with a smile, "But your water tune is really well written. Once this lyrics are released, I am afraid that no one will be able to write the lyrics of the moon again in the next few years. I really didn't expect that you, an ignorant boy, really have such talent in poetry."

"I've said I don't understand poetry." Ning Yi took a sip of tea. "When I was young, a Taoist priest in rags passed by his house and recited this poem, so he wrote it down, that's it..."

He said the same thing to Mr. Su. At this time, Boss Qin laughed: "I'm afraid that the three-year-old boy would not believe your statement."

Kang Xian also said: "This person is too lazy and needs to be beaten... It's just the name of a talented man. It seems that it is quite useful. The woman's appearance and temperament are both excellent, and she actually walked with you all the way and had a great chat. If she can achieve a marriage, haha, boy, you have to thank me very much..."

Ning Yi's son-in-law is, and it is not a simple thing to want to pick up a girl. Kang Xian was just a little arrogant and joking. Ning Yi told him about saving people before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then he understood the whole story. At this time, the two of them had finished the game. The three of them sat on the side to rest. Old Qin picked up the teacup and nodded, but became interested in other things: "Writing? In this way, do you want to write on this whiteboard with charcoal strips and use it on the school?"

"Well, there are too few words that can be written at a time, and it is really troublesome to use. After all, it is not as convenient and intuitive as writing it like this."

As for teaching, at this time, the class is written on a sand table. Often, a word is written on it, and the sand table needs to be flattened. The teacher only demonstrates the font to the students. Most of the knowledge is dictated. Students are required to concentrate when the teacher speaks. After the teacher finishes speaking, he can try his best to write down the lecture notes with his own understanding. If a student is not very smart or conscious, it is actually quite difficult to keep up with the progress of teaching.

Of course, for those like Qin Lao Kang, this teaching method has lasted for thousands of years, so naturally I will not feel that there is anything wrong with it. Knowledge is the best person. If you want to become a high-level person, you don’t want to endure hardship. This is a kind of test itself. Qin Lao picked up a charcoal strip and scratched it on the whiteboard, then frowned.

"The sand tray is soft and written on it with branches. It is the same as the brush technique, but it is difficult to write with charcoal. I am afraid that there will be something wrong with this method."

Just now, Nie Yunzhu only paid attention to the words he wrote. He still had a different perspective on what happened. After just two strokes, he raised objections. As a teacher, he did not write with the technique of brush in class. This matter was either big or small. Then Mr. Kang came over and tried it, frowned and said, "This matter needs to be cautious." If Ning Yi was his disciple, he might have already scolded him and pointed out the seriousness of the matter with a wake-up call.

Ning Yi naturally understood their concerns. At this time, he smiled and squatted down and took a charcoal strip: "The problem is not big. The writing is to cultivate the temperament, and the fact that these fonts and brush fonts actually have some commonalities. If you use them only for recording, you might as well put them a little wider, which is also considered...one more angle."

After he finished speaking, he reached out and wrote on it, "Red and crispy hands, yellow vine wine, two orioles sing in the green willows". This sentence is the pattern of regular script, and then becomes official script, "outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky."

After writing these two lines, the font becomes Song font: "Three mountains fall from the blue sky."

The Song font has not appeared yet. Mr. Qin and Mr. Kang looked at each other. Just to explain this problem, it is better to have more impact. Ning Yi used to talk about business and promote products with others and liked the way of hiding enough impact in plainness. The next line turned into a more beautiful and elegant thin gold body: "The two waters divide Bailuzhou."

Next, I will turn to cursive script: "There is a beautiful woman in the northwest and hang her on the southeast branch."

Then the oblique bold body: "If you want to see thousands of miles away, you will hang your own branches in the southeast."

The whiteboard was so big. After writing it like this, I put away the charcoal note: "How?" Mr. Qin and Mr. Kang had already laughed and scolded.

"The words can be seen, but the poems are really nonsense..."

"It's so annoying..."

"You are so lazy, haha, what are these poems..."

They said this, but the two of them had never left the white wooden board. They read it occasionally and commented.

"There is a beautiful woman in the northwest... I am really ignorant. It is clear that there is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. This song comes from the Han Book and is then taken from the southeast branch. Haha, do you think the northwest rhymes against the southeast..."

"Mr. Kang is really wise."

"If you are my disciple, you must ask someone to use a stick to slap you. If you do whatever you want, you will also affect the masterpieces of the sages. If you want to see you thousands of miles away, you will still hang your own branches in the southeast. You are not afraid that Wang Zhihuan will turn into a ghost to settle the score with you! Every sentence is hanging on the southeast branches. This peacock will be unlucky to fly southeast, and that southeast branches will cause you to provoke you."

"Haha, one day I suddenly felt that if I pieced together the poems like this, it might have a different flavor. Does Mr. Kang think? There is a beautiful woman in the northwest who hangs herself on the southeastern branches. Looking up at the bright moon, she hangs herself on the southeastern branches. There is no one in the empty mountains, but she hangs herself on the southeastern branches. In ancient times, all sages were lonely, but she could only hang herself on the southeastern branches. Since ancient times, no one has died in life. It is better to hang herself on the southeastern branches..."

Mr. Kang shook his head: "You must be rigorous when it comes to sages." There was a bit funny and a bit alert in his words. Mr. Qin on the other side was looking at other things and said at this time: "When will the bright moon come..." Mr. Kang continued: "It's probably necessary to hang the southeast branch..." and laughed.

Then Mr. Qin took the charcoal strips and pointed to the first few sentences: "It's also a piece of pieces, but I don't know where it comes from. I think it's Li Heng's old work, haha, red and crisp hands, yellow vine wine... The connection behind is not good. These two orioles sing in the green willows, and a line of egrets on the blue sky should be a sentence... And the three mountains fall half outside the sky, and the two waters divide the Bailiangzhou... It's a good mood, it's another poem..."

He circled these sentences with charcoal strips, and isolated them "Red Shrimp Hands, Yellow Teng Wine" and "outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road". He looked briefly and drew one in the middle. He probably thought that these two sentences should not be the same. Kang Xian nodded: "It should be two." Then he looked at Ning Yi. Ning Yi was a little impressed. If he had read these twelve words in this situation, he might have known that they were sentences in a poem. After all, they were neat and quite neat, and the lyrics were generally long, which was enough to make such a turning point. These twelve words were not easy to separate, but the two people in front of him cut the two with intuition just by looking at them.
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