Chapter 200: Green Mino, Misty Rain, Riverside Guest
Fang Yingwu spent the whole afternoon in the wild with his concubine. In the evening, he lay on the bed unable to move. He only felt dizzy and had stars in his eyes, as if he was just recovering from a serious illness.
This is no wonder for others. He was very tired from the long journey and didn't eat at noon today. Then when he got home, he went to bed and fought hard for an hour. He would be damned if he didn't completely collapse. Even his dinner was a king.
Lan sat on the bedside, feeding him one spoon at a time.
He lay there until about three o'clock in the morning the next day, when Fang Daxiucai finally regained his strength and was able to get out of bed and move around. Fortunately, he was young and had a good foundation, so he recovered quickly after resting.
Fang Yingwu strolled to the back mountain and looked up. In the quiet and quiet woods, his small wooden pavilion, which was used to look elegant, was still there. It was just that the color was a bit older and it looked a bit quaint.
But around the small wooden pavilion, a tight fence was built to prevent anyone from approaching the small wooden pavilion. This is probably the goodwill of the clan members, in order to protect the small wooden pavilion from damage as much as possible.
Fang Yingwu couldn't laugh or cry again. He understood the kindness of the villagers, but the fence was indeed a big eyesore and ruined the overall aesthetics. A mere wooden pavilion in the mountains is not a historical site, and even if it is damaged, it will not affect anything.
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Fang Yingwu used force to separate the fence and create a gap for only one person to enter and exit. Then he entered the pavilion, brushed off the dust, and sat quietly against the pillar with his eyes closed.
Although this small wooden pavilion was originally built for show-off purposes, it was actually not used once or twice. But somehow, Fang Yingwu felt particularly clear-headed while sitting in this deep and quiet environment.
He was wandering around and thinking a lot, not only about his experiences over the past year, but also about the future.
The most important thing next is the provincial examination in August next year. This is the first level in the third year of the imperial examination, and it is also the level with the highest elimination rate. And only starting from the provincial examination, the imperial examination has been formalized and programmed.
There is also the possibility that the great master will admit anyone he likes on the spot.
Therefore, Fang Yingwu knew that in the next year, it was necessary to study hard and review homework, and there was no room for laziness and neglect.
However, studying is a long-term matter, and there are still a few things that need to be done immediately. The first is to visit Shang Xianggong as soon as possible. It is better to do it sooner rather than later, both emotionally and rationally.
The second is to go to the county school to register. By the way, I don’t know if the instructor has been replaced. I don’t know if the instructor has been replaced. It’s a bit unreasonable to think that since he passed the examination to become a scholar and became a county student member, he hasn’t studied at the county school for a few days.
So if I want to go back to the county school to study, I have to go even if it's just a pretense. Otherwise, if I lose my quota as a first-class junior student, I'd be really dumbfounded.
You know, there are hundreds of scholars in Chun'an County, but there are only 30 places that can participate in the provincial examination, which is called a quota. This is the benefit obtained by Shang Xianggong as the first minister. Otherwise, Chun'an, a small mountainous county, will
Considering the population, it would be good to have twenty places available.
Unknowingly, Fang Yingwu sat in a small pavilion in the deep forest all afternoon, watching the sun set in the west. Then he stretched himself, got up and went home for dinner.
After resting for another two days, Fang Yingwu left Huaxi. He went to Nanzhi Mountain in the county to visit Shang Xianggong. He first transferred to the south gate of the county seat, then crossed Qingxi River from here. Then he continued southbound.
When he saw the Sanyuanjidi Archway at the entrance of the village from a distance, he did not continue walking towards the village. Instead, he turned and headed towards the mountains on the other side.
As mentioned earlier, in his later years, Shang Xianggong opened the Juanju Academy for entertainment, specifically for the children of the clan to study. This academy was built on the mountains next to the village, so that he could study quietly away from the noisy crowds. So go to the village
Even if you take the wrong path, those who know the situation will go straight to the mountain like Fang Yingwu.
When he arrived at the gate of Juanju Academy, he could hear the sound of reading coming from the library inside. Fang Yingwu came to the door of the library again, looked inside, and saw that a man in his thirties was reading with his newborn child.
Mr. about 10 years old.
This surprised Fang Yingwu. He had always thought that it was Mr. Shang who was taking the children to study in the library, but he did not expect that there was someone else.
This academy was built by Shang Xianggong to spend his old age. How could someone else come to teach? Moreover, this person looked very strange, and he didn't know where he came from.
When Fang Yingwu was thinking about it, the gentleman also saw a visitor at the door. He put down the book in his hand, walked out and cupped his hands and said, "My friend, what do you do for me?"
Fang Yingwu returned the courtesy and said: "Fang Yingwu, who is in Xiahuaxi, has the honor to enter the wall of Mr. Shang's gate and listen to his teachings. This time I am returning home from a study tour and come to pay homage to Mr. Shang."
For some reason, after hearing Fang Yingwu's self-reported origin, the gentleman's face suddenly turned cold, "Shang Gong is not in the academy at the moment. Please come back, my friend."
Fang Yingwu hurriedly asked: "Where has Mr. Shang gone? When will he return?" But the gentleman remained silent, turned back to the study hall, and continued to teach the children, but ignored Fang Yingwu.
Fang Yingwu was puzzled, this person was obviously angry with him, but he couldn't think of any time he had offended this person.
Maybe it was because some of the people he had offended were related to him, Fang Yingwu could only explain in this way. But after thinking about it, he couldn't think of a specific reason.
Since Mr. Shang was not there, Fang Yingwu had no choice but to turn around. As soon as he reached the gate, he bumped into an old servant named Lu.
During the time when Fang Yingwu was tortured by the Tihai tactics in Juanju Academy, this old servant named Lu was responsible for delivering food to him, and they became familiar with each other.
So when Old Man Lu saw Fang Yingwu, he took the initiative to say hello, and then said: "My young husband is here to look for my master? He is at the stream at the foot of the mountain at this time."
Hearing this, Fang Yingwu felt that the teacher in the school was even more disgusting. He refused to tell him where he was going so simply, but he almost made his trip in vain. Even if he had some resentment, he was too narrow-minded.
Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu couldn't help but pointed to the library and asked: "Who is this new gentleman from?"
Old Man Lu burst out laughing when he heard this, "He is Mr. Cheng, he is not new here. If we talk about precedence, my young husband, you are the new one."
Fang Yingwu was puzzled, and Old Man Lu further explained: "This Mr. Cheng is the disciple that my master took in when he resigned from office and returned to his hometown. But last year, Mr. Cheng left his hometown to travel in Fujian, so you didn't meet my young husband.
Visited him."
The last time Shang Xianggong resigned from office and returned to his hometown? That must have been twenty years ago. Fang Yingwu knew that during the reign of King Ni after the Tumubao Incident, Shang Xianggong officially entered the cabinet. Then in the eighth year of Jingtai
, Emperor Yingzongrui launched a rebellion to restore the throne. At this time, Shang Xianggong was rejected by traitors and was dismissed from office and returned to his hometown to serve the people. This lasted for ten years, and he did not revive until the third year of Chenghua in this dynasty.
It seems that this Mr. Cheng was the student that Mr. Shang accepted when he was dismissed from office and returned to his hometown. No wonder Old Man Lu said that compared with Mr. Cheng, he was the newcomer.
Old Man Lu remembered something again and said: "At that time, my master thought that Mr. Cheng was the last disciple in his life. From now on, he would concentrate on his official career and would not have time to accept disciples. However, there are many talented people in our county. I didn't expect that there would be you, my young husband, behind me."
Fang Yingwu sighed secretly. The teacher-student relationship between Mr. Cheng and Shang Xianggong seemed more authentic and orthodox, so much so that he could teach the children of the clan on his behalf when Shang Xianggong was away.
Unlike myself, who just shamelessly took the initiative to apply. It was just that Mr. Shang cherished the talents in his hometown and was a generous man, so he half-heartedly acquiesced without expressing any objection. The so-called study was only done in Juanju Academy for ten years.
Eight-legged essay.
In comparison, I am really a bit wild as a student. Shouldn't I just go through the motions?
In addition, Fang Yingwu suddenly became vaguely awakened and repeated the phrase "I thought Mr. Cheng was the last disciple." Could it be that Mr. Cheng was dissatisfied because he had taken the title of "closed disciple"? According to traditional concepts
, the closed disciple is indeed a special one
After bidding farewell to Old Man Lu, Fang Yingwu went down the mountain and looked for Mr. Qi Shang by the stream at the foot of the mountain.
He saw the farmers who diverted stream water to irrigate their farmland, saw the fishermen fishing in the stream, saw the woodcutter cutting wood for firewood, and saw the idlers fishing by the stream. Sometimes there were fishing songs and sometimes chants in his ears.
All the scenes were like those in a painting, like a picture of living beings in mountains and streams, but Fang Yingwu looked around and found no trace of Shang Xianggong nearby.
Fang Yingwu secretly wondered, Old Man Lu would not lie to him. Could it be that Mr. Shang had returned to the village? Just as he was wandering by the stream, he suddenly heard someone calling his name, "Fang Yingwu! Where are you going?"
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The voice was extremely familiar. Fang Yingwu followed the sound and saw a fisherman sitting firmly on the bank of the stream fishing. However, the fisherman's back was turned to him and he was wearing a large sunshade hat, so he couldn't see his true face at all.
Fang Yingwu walked around half a circle, stretched his neck and took a closer look. He suddenly became unsteady and almost fell into the stream.
Who is this old fishing man wearing a bamboo hat and plain clothes and mango shoes if he is not Shang Xianggong? At this time, Shang Xianggong was so simple and simple, how could he have any majesty as a prime minister? He looked around, but he did not expect this person under his nose.
This fisherman is the real person of Shang Xianggong.
Fang Yingwu hurriedly stepped forward to greet him with a big gift, "Teacher is really back to his original nature, his divine light is restrained, and his cultivation has improved! Let the students have eyes as if they were blind, and they would not know each other when they met across from each other."
"Nonsense, I don't cultivate immortality." Shang Xianggong laughed and scolded, "When you returned to your hometown last year, you wrote a poem: A guest by the stream with green rain and misty rain, and a minister with white hair. This does not allow me to not learn how to fish by the stream.
, otherwise it wouldn’t be just a person who is seeking fame and reputation.”
Fang Yingwu knew that Mr. Shang was in a good mood, and it seemed that returning to his countryside would make the old man very relaxed and happy.
If Fang Yingwu was not sure whether Shang Xianggong had the intention to make a comeback before, but now he was finally sure that Shang Xianggong really planned to retire, and Wan An and Wan Shoufu's worries were all unnecessary. Unless
Mr. Shang is the ultimate hypocrite, even his eyes can deceive him.
Fang Yingwu secretly admired that he was a prime minister in the world and a fisherman in the world. He is worthy of being a benchmark figure and a model figure among literati. (To be continued...)
ps: This is a make-up for yesterday. Yesterday I was reading the materials and thinking about how to write the following, but it turned out that I couldn't write it for a long time.