Chapter 21: Late Autumn and Early Winter (1)

After the cold dew in September, the temperature of the weather becomes more and more obvious. When heavy rain falls, Jiangning City looks like fog. The late autumn rain is not as noisy as summer, as if it is the coldness of winter, and it will seep into people's clothes in the slightest.

When walking through the wooden bridge across the streets, Ning Yi patted the water stains on the robe. On such a rainy day, wearing a robe is actually a bit hindering. Relatively speaking, Xiaochan, who has been jogging from behind, is much better. When she came out on rainy days, she was not wearing a skirt. She was wearing a green lace top with long trousers. She was usually cute on her head, light blue embroidered shoes under her feet, and she was extremely light in clothes. She was probably just behind to buy something. At this time, she was holding an oil paper umbrella and bypassing the puddles on the side of the road, and flew over like swallows.

"Son-in-law, son-in-law, wait for me."

"What's wrong?"

"I bought something." Running to Ning Yi, Xiaochan smiled and took out a booklet, "I just passed by the store there and saw that this book was new. My son-in-law may not have read it, so he bought it."

It was a new vernacular novel on the market. Look at the name, it is called "Ghost and Fox". Such novels are quite common in this era, and the words and sentences are relatively simple and easy to understand. Some are historical legends, while others are love stories in folk legends, especially various strange and ghostly love legends. After some popular ones are released, the storyteller will take them to teahouses and taverns to tell them. Ning Yi has read a lot of these novels during this period, and Xiaochan also remembers them in his heart. Sometimes when he sees new ones, he will buy them and take them home.

This type of novel is inferior to the various modern stories in terms of entertainment, but it is also a short person who is taller and flips when he is bored. After all, it is ancient Chinese, and it can also make him integrate into the atmosphere of this era. Ning Yi smiled and flipped over it. Xiaochan followed behind him while walking and talking.

"At noon, what that person said was so hateful. Xiaochan really wanted to go up and scold him."

"Um."

"If you don't know anything, you will make random guesses and dare to brag about what kind of talent you are in a restaurant. Such a scholar can't pass the exam."

"Um."

"Son-in-law, Xiaochan is trying to stand up for you. Is that person saying bad things about you?"

"What's the matter?"

"How could it be okay? This guy... Humph, OK OK, I know my son-in-law doesn't care about the words of these vulgar people, but Xiaochan is uncomfortable when she hears it. After all, she has a reputation as a humiliating son-in-law. If my son-in-law wrote a poem on the spot, Xiaochan would take it over and hit him directly on the head!"

"Ha, he doesn't know me." Ning Yi turned the novel one page, "I'm sitting next to him."

"That's how you get angry..."

The Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting has been around for nearly a month now, and the public opinion caused by the water tune song head has been changing. In the first ten days, the evaluation of this poem has almost reached its peak. The curiosity and discussion about Ning Yi were also the most during that period. Then... the public opinion quickly fell down and began to develop in a deeper and more specific direction.

After all, the popularity of such public opinion spreading in the market has its timeliness. For many popular people, they may also pay polite attention to what happened in the poetry festival about ten days after the Mid-Autumn Festival. Then, other things will gradually cover the popularity. Life itself is busy and hasty. When the frequency of these people mentioning that matter is reduced, there will be less discussions about this matter on weekdays.

More praises and questions began to focus on a group of scholars. The influence of the poem "Shuituo" was still constantly spreading to the surroundings - through the oral letters of these students, but the doubts and speculations about Ning Yi remained within the Jiangning range. For example, a scholar in Tokyo listened to the poem "Shuituo" and his praise would not be much weaker, but he naturally would not care too much about who Ning Yi was, whether Ning Yi could write this poem, after all - it was too far away.

Similar to the Song Dynasty, Confucianism reached its peak, and the proportion of literati in society is quite large. This is also for the previous thousand years. Even though this is the dynasty with the most literati in history, it is too small compared to the modern day where Ning Yi lived. Therefore, in less than a month, what I felt has quieted down. Of course, as in noon today, there are naturally opportunities to accidentally hear the voices of doubts from several literati while eating outside.

After talking about his thoughts with Mr. Qin, Mr. Kang might have felt that the Mid-Autumn Festival was a little unnecessary. Afterwards, he helped Ning Yi to engage in activities. Then it was said that some students who wanted to come to Ning Yi for advice were scolded by his husband. In the past month, there were many invitations to various gatherings, and all the invitations were ignored by Ning Yi. However, only three groups of people who came to ask for advice were empty. One group was empty. When the other two groups came over, they saw Ning Yi talking about the Analects of Confucius to the children, and first they found the topic: "I have said half of the Analects of Confucius to dominate the world. Today I heard Brother Ning explain this. I think I have a deep attainment. I don't know what should xxx should do?"

This is considered an inertial thinking. When he saw the other party saying something, he found something from it. Ning Yi has been prepared for regular books such as the Four Books several times. He has been influenced by the modern era of the great explosion of knowledge. Even if he talked casually, he was thought-provoking. Even if he took a different approach, the other party would find it difficult to argue for a while. Since these people came here, they naturally prepared other questions, and there were also rare ones. However, with Ning Yi's demeanor and aura, even a woman like Nie Yunzhu had to be restrained and followed him. What can these scholars do? After answering a passage of the Analects of Confucius, the rest of the questions were not available. Ning Yi dealt with it for a while, and others only thought that he was profound or unfathomable. Thinking about it afterwards, most of the questions could not be asked.

In addition to such provocations, there are actually private people coming here. A guy named Li Pin came over every day, as if he was interested in the stories that Ning Yi said casually, so he came to listen. After the class a few days ago, he asked Ning Yi some questions, mainly about his views on those stories and wanted to ask Ning Yi for advice. In fact, these questions are inseparable from the Analects of Confucius. He had no intention of provoking, so Ning Yi talked to him for more than half an hour. After that, he did not come to the convenience.

In Ning Yi's case, as long as no one can confirm his ignorance, the outside world's suspicion about water divine song heads will never really become stigmatism. It is very simple to prove that things that can be done at any time are not necessary now, and he doesn't care about such things.

Among the doubts from the outside world, rumors about Taoist priests plagiarizing poems by Ning Yi were vaguely circulating. Not many people believed it, so they naturally couldn't find out where it was spread. However, Ning Yi had long expected this matter. After hearing it, he just smiled it calmly.

The chalk thing was less than half a month after that, Kang Xian made a batch of them, and the quality was quite good. Therefore, the process of evolving from a whiteboard to a blackboard was completed in just over ten days. In this way, it was much more convenient to class. The specific results were naturally not visible for a while. His class process was still: reading, describing, and telling stories. That's all, the increase in the enthusiasm of those children to learn was obvious.

However, the lively atmosphere in the classroom is probably rare in this era. Students like it, but teachers mostly shake their heads. Su Chonghua said indirectly. This time, Ning Yi discussed with him for a moment that this kind of teaching might be beneficial, so he stopped talking. First, Ning Yi is now a talented man with the aura of the water-tactic song head, and he is not easy to control. Second, the academy has never had much results anyway, so it is like this. He can go there and see the results.

I give lectures in the morning, walk around in the afternoon, or still play chess with Mr. Qin - of course, it must be done when it doesn't rain.

Xiaochan still followed him most of the time, and also came to the academy to attend classes - she likes Ning Yi's stories, and there are all kinds of strange stories. If she goes back, she can tell them to her two sisters to show off. Ning Yi feels that she has followed her tightly and may be instructed by Su Tan'er. She wrote a song for the water tune. It is conceivable that such things are quite understandable, but he doesn't mind it.

Of course, what puzzled him was that his wife might have found some reason to explain why she wrote that poem. Because in the first few days, when everyone was having a meal, the other party looked at it quite a lot, and then changed. She once again focused on work, and she went back to her carriage, dined, and spoke again. She returned to the same attitude as before, and there was no temptation in her words. This made Ning Yi a little interested: what reason she found and accepted and understood... she really couldn't grasp it...

In addition to these lives that are no different from before, Ning Yi would occasionally inquire about martial arts or internal skills. The Su family had a group of guards. It is said that some people practiced kung fu well, but that was just the level of hard qigong in the modern army, and could crack bricks and stones. As for the more magical internal skills, according to his current hearing, there should be some famous masters of major sects in this era, but it would be difficult to learn them.

Ning Yi has just started to collect information about this for the time being - this is what he is most interested in. In this era, whether it is an official, business, or rebellion, it is just a system that has been played in modern times and interactions between people. Only martial arts can be innovative. If there is a chance, he really wants to get in touch with internal skills or something - he just hopes that it is not as fake as modern times, and he is not greedy, for example, he can jump about ten feet in place, of course... he doesn't mind two feet...

If you want to practice martial arts, you have to have a good body. Now you want to find a hero or something to teach yourself that it is not reliable. It is down-to-earth to be down-to-earth. So in the morning when it rains, the exercise in the morning continued, and the intensity was doubled according to the plan to achieve the maximum effect. Sit ups, push-ups, and long-distance running. A few days ago, when passing Nie Yunzhu's house, a woman in a simple dress stood there and saw him. When he ran closer, she bowed: "Young Master Ning."

Ning Yi was sweating profusely and panting, and barely struggling to make a smile. He waved his hand and couldn't shout out the word "hi". Then... he ran over like that...

He left Nie Yunzhu standing there and was stunned for a while.
Chapter completed!