Chapter Thirteen: Father's Work and Son's Inheritance (Part 1)
The county magistrate wanted to build a new reserve warehouse, repair the county school building, and repair the famous temple. Others just heard it and didn't think much about it. But in the ears of Fang Yingwu, who was dissatisfied with his current situation and sought every opportunity, he always heard it.
I think the political intentions are quite interesting, but you should know that opportunities always come to those who are prepared.
Fang Yingwu connected the three construction projects planned by the magistrate in his mind and found it very interesting. Of course, the final focus would still be on this famous temple.
Every place has local sages and famous officials. Among them, famous officials are those who have served as officials in the local area and have outstanding morals. They are recommended and reported by the local people. For officials, being able to become a famous official in a place is quite significant.
Good political capital. After death, he will be worshiped in the famous eunuch temple here.
Fang Yingwu has studied countless historical materials and is best at analyzing subtle things. This time, he thought about Wang Zhixian’s actions and came up with the following political metaphor:
Wang County honors the construction of the preparatory warehouse, which symbolizes political achievements; repairing the county school reminds the talented students that they are outstanding officials. After all, "public opinion comes from the school", and the public opinion of the county student members has a great influence; while repairing the famous official temple is
It is to guide others to associate themselves with famous officials.
Taken together, the connotation of the three buildings is "I intend to achieve great political achievements. I hope you local scholars will seriously understand the spirit and praise me as a famous eunuch."
Therefore, Fang Yingwu deduced that Magistrate Wang seemed to be a person with a complex of famous eunuchs, so he tried the sentence "My parents will be admitted to the shrine of famous eunuchs in this county in the future." This really scratched Magistrate Wang's itch.
To put it bluntly, this county magistrate just wants to be a famous official. Wang Zhixian's name is a noble character. It has been nearly a year and a half since he became a Jinshi in the 11th year of Chenghua and was elected to Chun'an County at the end of that year.
Kung Fu, I have never heard such thoughtful words.
This Fang Yingwu is a knowledgeable person! Wang Zhixian's favor with Fang Yingwu has been raised to a higher level, and his ideological consciousness clearly exceeds that of all county student members and county gentry.
But Wang Zhixian still thought with great regret. It is a pity that Fang Yingwu is just a white man who has studied for a few years, and his words have little influence. If Fang Yingwu is a local gentry and celebrity, it will be completely different.
Fang Yingwu noticed the change in Wang Zhixian's attitude, so he took a bold step forward and entered the hall through the entrance of the lobby to continue chatting with the Zhixian.
Wang Zhixian didn't think much of this. There were too many people in the county who wanted to talk to him, but as long as they liked each other and it was the right time, they would certainly be given the opportunity.
At this moment, a Zaoli suddenly rushed ahead of Fang Yingwu and said to County Magistrate Wang: "Report to the eldest master, the time has come and it is time to close the office and close it!"
It turns out that according to county government regulations, the government offices must be closed and locked at regular intervals every day. The inside and outside are isolated at night and patrols are arranged. Only the county magistrate can come and go freely.
But this moment interrupted the conversation between Wang Zhixian and Fang Yingwu.
Talking to Fang Yingwu was a must. Seeing that it was time to get off work, Wang Zhixian lost interest and stood up to say a few words of farewell: "After today's work, I see that you are talented and intelligent. Come back."
The young people behind the village must devote themselves to learning and not let their youthful years go to waste."
Fang Yingwu secretly thought to himself, most likely this was intentional. Could it be that Tan Gongdao's cronies were deliberately causing trouble to prevent him from establishing relations with the magistrate? He was just a villager in white. The opportunity to talk to the magistrate was a rare one, so he missed this village.
It will be difficult to find another store.
Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu's mind raced rapidly, and he bowed his waist deeply and said with wisdom: "I have just been grateful for the integrity of my old parents. I have a quatrain in my heart, and I would like to express my gratitude to my old parents."
Hearing that Fang Yingwu wanted to present a poem, and most of it was to praise his own poems, Magistrate Wang became somewhat interested. This was the first time he had done this in his one and a half years as an official.
But he couldn't blatantly encourage others to offer hymns, so he just smiled and said nothing, neither stopping nor urging, but his ears had already been quietly perked up.
Although it was not explicitly stated, the county magistrate stopped, which is enough to explain everything. Couldn't Fang Yingwu see it? He opened his mouth and chanted:
"I lie down in the Yazhai and listen to the bamboos rustling. I suspect it is the sound of suffering in the world. Your kindness will be repaid to the common people. Every branch and leaf is always related to love! The common people dare to present this quatrain to their old parents and inscribe it to Duke Yin Wang of Chun'an County."
After reciting four sentences, he sighed in his heart, had he finally embarked on the fateful path of plagiarizing later generations of poetry?
When Magistrate Wang heard these four sentences, his eyes widened and he almost blurted out "Okay", but luckily he held it back and coughed a few times with a red face. This was a tribute offered to him by others.
What does it mean if he shouts "yes"?
Wang Zhixian originally just wanted to listen to it. It is good for a teenager to write fluent poems, but it is impossible to be too high-level, so after listening to it, he encouraged him with a few words: "Study hard and make progress every day."
enough.
But he never expected that Fang Yingwu's ability to read these sentences casually was beyond his imagination, and the contrast was so great that he almost lost his temper. As a genuine Jinshi, although Wang Zhixian is not a literary master, he still has basic appreciation ability.
, he immediately realized the beauty of this poem.
These sentences are both sound and picture, with emotions, scenery and scenes blending together. There is not a single word of disgusting flattery or an explicit metaphor in the whole article, but it lifts itself up quietly. It can be called a song.
High-quality quatrains that are enough to spread and become famous are hard to buy. If you say you don’t like them, you must be lying!
County Magistrate Wang didn't know how to evaluate it. It was inappropriate to say yes, and it would be against his will to say no. After a while, he sighed with emotion: "The king and his ministers must repay the favor. This is the responsibility of this official."
Fang Yingwu had an idea and answered: "It is my great wish that my father's legacy should be carried on by my son."
Wang Zhixian was stunned for a moment, then after thinking about it he laughed and said: "Interesting, interesting!" The stupid servants around looked at each other, not knowing what was interesting about it.
Wang Zhixian casually said, "The king and his ministers must repay their kindness," and Fang Yingwu replied, "The father's legacy must be carried on by the son," as if in a pair of words. This is first of all a duality between upper and lower, and it can be said that the words are perfect and flawless.
At the same time, the meaning of "the father's legacy should be inherited by the son" is profound and very thought-provoking. It can be understood as Fang Ying's determination to inherit his father's achievements and work hard to become a scholar; it can also be understood as Fang Ying's asking for favors.
, hinting to the magistrate that I want to be a scholar, please take care of me...
This inadvertent little word game was very clever and could only be understood but not expressed in words. Wang Zhixian was not annoyed by this, but felt that Fang Yingwu was elegant and talented. He ordered: "Today is already too late. I will go to the county government office tomorrow."
Come, I want to test your knowledge." Then he returned to the inner office.
Fang Yingwu came out of the hall, it was already dusk, and when he saw the tribesmen, he said: "The county has made the decision for us. We have already dealt with the evil guy, so there is no need to worry anymore. After this matter spreads, our village will have less trouble."
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After everyone cheered softly, Fang Yingwu said again: "I'm not going back. I'm going to find a place to stay in the county town tonight."
He will be received by the county magistrate again tomorrow, and he also plans to go to the county to ask for the grain that his father should receive. He doesn't want to run back and forth, so he will not go back to Shanghuaxi Village tonight and will go directly to the county town tomorrow.
He didn't have to go back, but the other tribesmen had to rush back. There was still farm work tomorrow, so they couldn't delay it. So everyone said goodbye to Fang Yingwu, handed all the scattered copper coins with them to Fang Yingwu, and rushed back overnight.
Go to the village.
In this era, most temples had guest rooms for guests to stay. Fang Yingwu sent away his tribesmen and came to the West Temple in Chun'an County to stay. As expected, there were several empty guest rooms in the backyard of the temple, so Fang Yingwu chose
I stayed in a slightly clean room.
The house was monotonous and boring, so Fang Yingwu closed the door, walked out of the temple, and took a walk around. But it was already dark, and everything was dark and there was nothing interesting to see.
Turning to the north of the temple, Fang Yingwu saw a faint flash of lights at the entrance of the alley from a distance. He was attracted to it, stood at the entrance of the alley and looked inside, and saw several shops with lights on, which seemed to be restaurants and wineries.
Shop and the like.
This may be the county's nightlife street, but there are not many shops in total. It seems that the commodity economy has not developed crazily yet, Fang Yingwu guessed.
There is a courtyard in the middle without any signboard. Only a pair of large red gauze lanterns hang on the door, illuminating the area below the door. There is a boy at the door, leaning against the wall and dozing off. This courtyard is probably
It was a romantic place, Fang Yingwu could tell at a glance.
During the 100 years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, although there were occasional major events such as civil wars and civil fortresses, the Jiangnan and Zhejiang areas were basically peaceful with little turmoil. As time went by, the decadent scene of prosperity and prostitution had begun to erode the remote mountainous area of Chun'an County.
Is it a small county? This is simply a law that no one can escape in history, Fang Yingwu sighed with emotion.
However, his footsteps were not idle, and one foot had already entered the door. Expert Fang wanted to conduct on-site inspection and criticism of the decadent cultural undertakings of Ming Dynasty society.
The boy dozed off at the door and actually put Fang Yingwu in coarse clothes. After Fang Yingwu entered, he found that the lobby in the courtyard was brightly lit and full of people, and he could faintly hear a lot of talking.
Fang Yingwu climbed up the steps and entered the hall. He saw that there were many people in the room, as many as ten or twenty, some sitting or standing, but their expressions were all at ease.
It can be seen that these people are probably the upper class people in the county, because these people are either wearing silk and satin all over their bodies, or they are scholars in Confucian shirts, but they do not openly wear uniforms.
There is also a bamboo curtain inside, which separates a small space, which is probably the so-called "famous prostitute".
At this time, there was a man, aged 26 or 27, standing in the hall and giving an impassioned speech: "Recently, there are many beauty poetry gatherings in Gusu, Nanjing. Talented people show their talents, and beauties are favored by their bright eyes, and they are often praised! I am honest.
Fortunately, I am blessed with a beautiful woman like Bai Mei who is both talented and beautiful. We can follow the trend tonight and use our talent and beauty to enter the bridal chamber. Wouldn’t it be great!”
Not to mention that it caused a lot of applause in the hall, Fang Yingwu also realized that it was indeed from the Chenghua Dynasty that folk customs began to be liberated, and the historical data cannot be deceived.
The man who was talking was standing facing the door. After he finished speaking, he happened to see Fang Yingwu come in, and felt that it was very annoying. Because Fang Yingwu was dressed very dishonorably and did not fit in well with the place.
Clothing these days depends on three things: whether the waist is fat, whether the sleeves are wide, and whether the hem is long. The fatter the waist, the wider the sleeves, and the longer the hem, the more respectable the clothes will be, like the uniform of a scholar.
Shirts are characterized by wide robes and large sleeves, and official uniforms are the pinnacle of them.
Although Fang Yingwu went out today, he chose the most decent piece of coarse cloth from among his several clothes and put it on, and it was still very shabby.
This shirt is very weak, the sleeves are only three inches looser than ordinary long clothes, and the hem is three inches smaller than the ground, but this is already his best clothes. But in this hall full of guests,
It seems particularly eye-catching and out of place.
Facing the strange looks in the room, Fang Yingwu didn't care at all, smiled freely, and found an empty seat at the outermost edge to sit down.
A room full of "upper-class people" is nothing more than a group of historical dust who can't even study historical materials. What's there to be afraid of? It's hard for newcomers to get ahead. If there is such an occasion, it seems good to make a name for yourself, so just go ahead and build your reputation.