The Road to the North.Mobile version
Chen Pingan stopped his horse at the top of an unknown mountain because he planned to find a Xianjia ferry and take the ferry back to Longquan County of Dali. Taking advantage of this last opportunity when the sun was shining brightly, he showed off those photos he had not seen for a long time.
The bamboo slips that were dug out include bamboo pieces from descendants of Qingshen Mountain in Qidun Mountain, as well as ordinary green bamboo in the mountains and purple bamboo from the island in Shujian Lake.
The mountains nearby are undulating, but there is an ancient tea-horse road for traders. After entering the mountains, there are vaguely some merchants on their way, hurriedly going back and forth.
Chen Ping'an deliberately chose a forked path and walked several miles along the ridge before arriving at the top of the mountain to dry his bamboo slips.
After digging out all the bamboo slips, Chen Pingan squatted aside, lost in thought.
The thought of owing so much debt makes my head hurt.
Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine and kept comforting himself. He returned to Longquan County. Under Wei Bo's operation, he was now a big landowner. He could show some magnanimity and a few foreign debts were nothing.
Chen Pingan rubbed his cheek and felt that this was the truth. Money is something external to the body, and a gentleman should use it wisely... Chen Pingan slapped himself on the cheek. He really thought he was a good boy, didn't he?
Then Chen Pingan turned around and looked. An old Confucian scholar whom he had met halfway was standing in the distance, panting. When he saw him, he seemed to be afraid of meeting a madman and was about to turn around and go down the mountain.
At that time, Chen Ping'an rode past the old Confucian scholar and the scholar. Judging by their footsteps and breathing, they were ordinary people. Of course, if the other party was an expert and was hiding very deep, Chen Ping'an would not intentionally explore it.
The young scholar carrying the burden did not come with the old Confucian scholar. Perhaps the old Confucian scholar wanted to climb up alone to write a poem. After expressing his thoughts, he would immediately return and continue on his way.
Of course, it could also be that he was a hidden great monk who, under the guise of a Confucian scholar, treated Chen Pingan as a fat sheep and wanted to come here to kill people and steal goods?
Chen Ping'an doesn't care.
The old Confucian scholar seemed to have gone through a battle between heaven and man in his heart, but still made up his mind. He came to Chen Pingan a dozen steps away, bent down and looked at the bamboo slips. After looking at it for a moment, he felt relieved, turned around and asked with a smile: "Young man,
Are you traveling far away to study alone?"
Chen Pingan thought for a while, nodded and smiled: "That's right, I want to walk more."
"Well, that's right, that's right. After traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books, today's young people are finding it easier and easier to buy books and study, and they are becoming more and more miserable."
The old Confucian scholar nodded first, and then asked: "Do you mind if I move around and take a look at these precious bamboo slips of yours?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Old sir, just watch."
Soon Chen Pingan regretted it. The old man not only looked at the bamboo slips, flipped through and picked them up, but also liked to ask this and that. There were many questions. Where did this sentence come from? Sometimes Chen Pingan said that the title of the book was related to
The master of the sentence, the old man, became more interested and asked Chen Pingan if he knew the intellectual foundation and purpose of that person's book. Chen Pingan answered with some difficulty. The old Confucian scholar's words were not very polite. There were some things that Chen Pingan was not familiar with, and the old man was not familiar with them.
The latter wanted to teach Chen Ping'an a lesson about the knowledge of the heart, so Chen Ping'an could only nod his head frequently and humbly accept the old man's comments.
The old Confucian scholar was really not afraid of trouble. The young scholar shouted twice from a distance, but the old man refused. Finally, the scholar simply put down his burden and sat there sighing alone.
After more than an hour, the old man finally finished reading the bamboo slips and asking questions.
The old man suddenly smiled and asked: "Young man, I particularly like his twenty bamboo slips. Can you part your love and give them to me?"
Chen Pingan shook his head decisively, "No."
I'm not familiar with you, this old gentleman.
Chen Ping'an has just made up his mind to stop being a philanthropist in the near future.
The old man became a little anxious and said, "How come you are so petty after reading so many books on philosophy? Scholars all over the world belong to the same family, so sending a few bamboo slips is nothing."
Chen Pingan said with a smile: "Unfortunately, the old gentleman is a knowledgeable scholar, and I am not yet considered a scholar. Besides, it is also the principle of books not to do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Don't force others to do anything to you, otherwise, you can't
Very kind."
The old man pointed at Chen Pingan, "Good boy, just read some fallacies in your reading. That's all. Since you are pressuring me with such a big principle as 'Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you', I can only hold my nose and say this."
'A gentleman does not take what others like', comfort yourself."
Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing.
The old man obviously still refused to give up. Seeing that Chen Ping'an was not honest at all, he had no choice but to ask shamelessly: "You really don't want to give it to me? If twenty bamboo slips are too many, twelve will do."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Old sir, I really can't give it away. These bamboo slips and the contents on the sides are of great significance to me. I want to take them home and treasure them. Each bamboo slip represents the state of mind of one moment and one place.
Every time I take it out to dry it, it’s a time of reflection.”
The old man said angrily: "That means you are a rote reader. You have really absorbed the principles. Why do you need to read the bamboo slips?"
Chen Pingan was amused. Damn it, you, this old gentleman, have truths one after another. In the final analysis, don’t you want to take twenty-four bamboo slips for nothing and put them in your pocket? Chen Pingan discovered it early. Those old gentleman couldn’t put it down the most.
Most of the forty-five bamboo slips were from Qingshen Mountain Green Bamboo and Zizhu Island's Immortal Purple Bamboo. Once Chen Ping'an nodded and agreed, the old man directly took away the aura-filled bamboo slips. If he really liked the content of the words on it, that would be fine.
, but if he were a monk with a little bit of vision and coveted the spiritual bamboos themselves, would Chen Ping'an still have to turn his back and snatch the bamboo slips back?
Seeing that Chen Ping'an was very determined, the old man had no choice but to give up and grumbled endlessly.
Chen Ping'an started to pack the bamboo slips, and saw the old gentleman seeming to have pieces of silver slipping away from his hands, with a look of distress on his face.
Chen Ping'an couldn't bear to see it. There was no need to discuss twenty-four bamboo slips, not even twelve. Otherwise, why don't you give me six bamboo slips? Do you want to express your feelings? Otherwise, the old man spent more than an hour here, and Chen Ping'an was a little bit agitated.
My heart is tired. I think this old gentleman is not much better. Even if he covets those bamboo slips and his heart is not tired, he is already very old. Squatting for half a day and nagging for half a day is still tiring. Besides, the old gentleman is full of stomach.
Knowledge and conversation should be taken seriously and cannot be faked. I am a little obsessed with money. In this regard, I am the same as myself.
The old man had done everything he could, and quickly "kindly" dissuaded Chen Pingan: "Young man, the sun is so bright, don't be in a hurry to put it away, take advantage of the good weather to dry the bamboo slips, the bamboo slips are afraid of being eaten by insects and water... You
If you are worried that if you start again when the sun sets, it will be too late to clean up the matter. I am here, I can help. What you do is sorry for these bamboo slips and so many beautiful words!"
Chen Ping'an was somewhat convinced. He stopped his movements and asked with a smile: "Old sir, can I ask a somewhat offensive question?"
The old man shook his head and asked tentatively: "Then don't ask, right? It's good for us scholars to save face."
Chen Pingan asked: "Does the old gentleman still want to give away a few bamboo slips?"
The old gentleman said resolutely: "Just ask!"
Chen Pingan wiped his face, feeling like he had fallen into a trap.
The old man secretly took out a green bamboo slip lying beside him and murmured: "The accumulation of soil forms a mountain, and the wind and rain stir up the wind and rain. It's so well said... The characters are a bit poorly carved, weak and lifeless, and cannot be read. Why don't I cherish my broom so much as give it away and carve it again..."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Old sir, I have good ears and can hear."
The old gentleman looked stunned, "I didn't say anything, how could you hear me? Young man, are you a mountain god? Can you hear my voice?"
Chen Pingan looked at the old gentleman's expression and eyes.
Thieves sincerity.
Chen Ping'an felt a little strange. Could it be that he was just an old Confucian scholar passing by?
But this is not surprising. Confucian academy monks, Xiangshu Jianhu Yexiu and Shanxian Master are indeed few in number in this area.
And being able to do so for more than an hour without revealing any clues is something that even a gentleman from the academy cannot do. Chen Ping'an doesn't think that the saint from Guanhu Academy has such free time to joke with him.
The old gentleman looked regretful and said: "It doesn't matter whether people are warm or cold. I will hate myself if I don't touch the book."
Chen Pingan pretended not to hear.
The old gentleman said angrily: "Young man, where is the aura of your ear before?!"
Chen Pingan thought for a while, then raised his head and glanced at the sky, "Old sir, I admit defeat. You can go pick out the bamboo slips yourself. I have to hurry on my way, but if you remember which slips you picked, you don't have to tell me. I'm afraid I can’t help but regret it.”
The old Confucian asked: "Twenty-four branches?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "It can be less, but not more."
The old Confucian scholar hummed, and Lao Huai said happily: "That's right, young man, you need to be more generous. It's long overdue. Money can't buy time. Look, how much time we've wasted here, no. Which bamboo slips are more valuable?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Yes, yes, the old gentleman is right."
Except for the bamboo slip in his hand, the old man began to stand up and went around to select the other bamboo slips he liked, deliberately dilly-dallying.
Chen Pingan suddenly coughed.
The old gentleman pretended to be deaf.
Chen Ping'an could only smile bitterly and said: "Old sir, the bamboo slips in your hand are almost thirty. Since you are a scholar, can you be more trustworthy?"
The old man suddenly understood and put the last bamboo slip into his sleeve. The old man was standing a little far away from Chen Pingan. He said a few polite words and left.
When we arrived at the book boy, the old Confucian scholar quickly urged: "Let's go, let's go quickly!"
An old man and a young man put oil on their soles and ran very fast.
Chen Ping'an was now pretty sure that he had really met an "expert".
Chen Pingan smiled, silently put away all the remaining bamboo slips alone, then led the horse down the mountain top, came to the ancient tea horse road, and continued riding slowly on the horse. He never met the old gentleman again. I believe that now He is hiding somewhere and having fun.
Chen Pingan took a nap on horseback.
To be continued...