It has entered the end of May, and the hottest time of the year is coming. In the Chun'an Mountains, it may be relatively cooler, but there is still a certain degree of heat.
On the rugged mountain road several miles outside the west gate of the county, a team of about ten people appeared. In the team were two bamboo sedan chairs, eight sedan bearers, two porters, and two boys.
The bearers are divided into two groups and take turns carrying the sedans to ensure that they have enough physical strength to hold on. As long as the width of the road allows, the two sedans will run side by side, very close to each other, making it easier for the two people in the sedans to chat on the road.
"Brother Hong, I really don't understand. That person is nothing more than a child born in the mountains. Is it worth traveling ten miles and mobilizing a large number of people to visit him?"
"There are a few poems and poems here, no matter whether they are in tattered green robes or reading books, they are all works of extraordinary taste. When you meet people through writing, they must be talented people. There are such people in the county.
What's wrong with going for a meeting? If Brother Xiang Xian doesn't want to, you can just turn around."
"I heard that the county magistrate admires him. I don't want Brother Hong to admire him too, so I naturally want to follow him and have a look."
Fang Yingwu didn't know that someone was going to visit him today. He was sitting under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, holding a few pieces of text and studying them carefully. Sister Lan sat aside very virtuously, holding a banana leaf in her hand, and gently
Lightly and gently fan Fang Yingwu.
The entire courtyard was quiet and there was no other noise. It is said that after Fang Yingwu and his uncle separated, they still lived in the old house and still shared the same courtyard. It shouldn't be so quiet. But the clan leader, the second uncle, represented the consensus of the whole clan and ordered his uncle to
The family is not allowed to stay at home during the day, so as not to disturb Fang Yingwu's studies.
Fang Yingwu looked at it once, raised his head and accidentally caught a glimpse of the beads of sweat on Wang Lan's forehead, and suddenly felt a little teasing. He said, "Sister Lan must be a little hot right now, but I have a way to cool down. Follow me into the house.
Then you will know.”
Then he got up and entered the house. Wang Lan didn't know why, so she followed him in.
The house that Fang Yingwu lives in has three rooms. It was originally built according to the standards of a family of three. Now that he lives alone, it naturally looks spacious, has no direct sunlight, and looks cool.
But that's not the main thing. Fang Yingwu suddenly became very quick with his hands and feet. He took off all his clothes in a few strokes, leaving his shirt naked.
Wang Lan was caught off guard, and in the blink of an eye she saw Fang Yingwu half-naked, exposing half of her skin and tender flesh. She blushed and asked strangely: "What are you doing?"
Fang Yingwu said with a smile: "This is a way to cool down, why don't you try it? No outsiders will come in the house anyway, so why bother wearing airtight clothes if you are not afraid of others seeing you."
As he spoke, he stretched out his arms, as if he wanted to do it himself. Wang Lan subconsciously avoided it, staggered back two steps with her plump body, and said angrily: "You are such an unruly bastard, you are used to teasing slaves!"
Fang Yingwu was about to continue teasing the concubine when he suddenly heard a few loud shouts, "Little friend Fang, are you at home?"
The source of the sound seemed to come from the courtyard gate, and it was very unfamiliar, and the accent did not sound like someone from Huaxi. Fang Yingwu asked in a loud voice, full of doubts: "Who are you?"
"Bucai Jinxi Hongsong! I met a friend in the county the month before last, and I came here specifically to renew our relationship today."
Speaking of this name, Fang Yingwu had an impression. When he went to the county for the first time last month, he happened to encounter a poetry meeting and showed off a few poems to impress the audience. This Mr. Hong was the person in charge of the poetry meeting.
Why did he suddenly come to visit? Fang Yingwu thought about it and roughly understood it. He went to the county town a few days ago to perform a performance, which increased his reputation and left two outstanding poems. Therefore, some people came to visit him and
Not surprising, this is how scholars interact with each other these days.
Sister Lan gestured with her eyes and asked Fang Yingwu what he should do. Fang Yingwu picked up his clothes and was about to put them on and go out to greet the guests, but after his eyes swept across the courtyard through the window, he suddenly remembered something and stopped.
I was stunned for a moment.
We can't let him in, we have to send them away quickly! Fang Yingwu thought.
He thought for a few times, changed his mind instantly, sat down in the room, and said to the outside: "There is no wine or tea in the house, so we can't treat our distinguished guests. Please come back!"
But then I heard Hong Song say outside the courtyard gate: "I am an old acquaintance of your Majesty. I heard that my little friend is in poverty and is heavily in debt. Today I am bringing five buckets of rice, ten taels of silver, and five pieces of silk to help my little friend with his daily needs."
also!"
These things are definitely considered rich for today's Fang Yingwu, but Fang Yingwu said angrily without thinking: "We who are studying are not the ones who are pitied by others! I dare not accept the gift from the king!"
"
There was a moment of silence outside the courtyard gate. Hong Song smiled bitterly, shook his head to the scholar surnamed Xiang next to him and whispered: "It's like I got the things for free."
The scholar named Xiang was called Chengxian, and he was also from Jinxi. He had always been on good terms with Hong Song. He was careless at first, but after hearing Fang Yingwu's answer, his eyes suddenly lit up and he sighed softly: "This little
Although I am young, I am also a person of integrity."
Hong Song shouted again: "My father and I are acquaintances of the same generation, so this is a gift from the elders. Why don't you dare to accept it?"
Then I heard a loud reply from inside: "Yan Zizhi was removed from the shabby room, and the fragments were compiled and broken into pieces of Yehou's book. Scholars regard integrity as their own responsibility, and they can't even think about it! A gentleman is poor, so he won't accept it!"
What a match! Xiang Chengxian recited several times silently "Remove Yan Zizhi from the humble house and edit the fragments of the Book of the Marquis of Ye". He applauded in his heart and said, "This is indeed what I was waiting for. I'm very offended.
Let’s not talk about mundane matters anymore. I have come from afar to pay my sincere visit, little friend, why don’t you open the door and meet me?”
Fang Yingwu heard another strange voice inside, and muttered something in his heart. It seemed that Mr. Hong was not the only one. He helplessly continued to refuse: "Young man is not good at school, how dare you make the magnanimous man laugh! Therefore, Du Men thanked the guest and concentrated on studying. Two friends
Please come back!"
Xiang Chengxian originally came here with the intention of traveling around the mountains and rivers, but now his interest in Fang Yingwu is growing. After all, Hong Song has met Fang Yingwu at least once, but he and Fang Yingwu have never met.
Therefore, I feel that Fang Yingwu, who thanks guests behind closed doors, is very mysterious.
I couldn't help but continue to speak to the room through the fence: "My little friend, living in a small room, studying hard behind closed doors, is not lonely!"
After a while, another reply came out in a leisurely manner: "Why do you want to be able to aspire to the green mountains and white clouds? How can you entertain your eyes with the morning glow and dusk smoke? How can you sit quietly with a clear mind, surrounded by books? How can you be lonely?"
After hearing these words, Hong Song and Xiang Chengxian suddenly felt that they were ordinary people. Mr. Hong looked at the thatched roof, yellow mud walls, and fences made of random branches of Fang's house, and couldn't help but sigh: "Deep in the mountains and deep valleys.
, being poor and self-sufficient, living in poverty and enjoying the Tao, not admiring luxury, and being detached from things, are very similar to the benevolent people of ancient times! No wonder he can write such non-tacky poems, there is another character in Chun'an!"
Xiang Chengxian also nodded and said: "The two of us rely on our family backgrounds to visit and make friends in the county. The host's family always greets us. Only here we should be at ease and stay true to our hearts. If we can meet this person, we will
The deed is not in vain, this deed is not in vain!"
The two visitors were discussing outside the courtyard, but Fang Yingwu was leaning against the window in the house, peeking at the courtyard door. He was very anxious, and he had refused several times. Why were those people still lingering on leaving?
He caught a glimpse of Sister Lan from the corner of his eye and suddenly had an idea. He hurriedly waved her over and whispered a few words. Wang Lan was very confused when she heard Fang Yingwu's instructions, but she still did it.
However, Hong Song and Xiang Chengxian were still lingering outside the courtyard gate with regrets about not being able to see Fang Yingwu. Suddenly they heard the sound of reading loudly coming from the house.
It's not surprising that there was the sound of reading, but it was a woman's voice. Hong Song and Xiang Chengxian looked at each other in surprise and listened carefully with bated breath.
"Confucius said: Being respectful but disrespectful will lead to fatigue; being cautious but disrespectful will lead to chaos; being brave but disrespectful will lead to chaos; being straight and disrespectful will lead to strangulation. If a gentleman is devoted to relatives, the people will thrive in benevolence; therefore if the old is not preserved, the people will not be harmed.
steal.
A gentleman is a person who is superior. To rise is to rise. To steal is to be thin. When people know their priorities, they will be respectful and not overworked, cautious and not lazy, courageous and not chaotic, upright and not twisted. People will be civilized and their virtues will be thick. Those below a gentleman are
, should be a chapter of its own, which is what Zengzi said..."
Both of them were scholars who read poetry and books, and they immediately understood that this was part of the content of the Analects and Annotations. But because they understood it, they were shocked, and not just shocked.
Shocked in their hearts, the two looked at each other again. They thought in unison, how could any of the waitresses around Fang Yingwu be able to recite the meaning of the saint's scriptures? Judging from his proficiency, I'm afraid he can recite it!
Xiang Chengxian felt incredible and murmured to himself: "There was a great scholar Zheng Xuan in the Han Dynasty, and his maids could recite Mao's poems. This was ten times better than the women around him! This and other people are speechless!"
Then he came to his senses and said to Hong Song: "The scholar is living in seclusion here. The etiquette of our visit today is extremely disrespectful. If you don't have the dignity to ask for a visit, you'd better go back first!"
Hong Song gave a habitual wry smile, what kind of freak is this Fang Qingzhi's son? Then he sighed and said: "Then let's go! It's really imprudent to come here today. Next time, I will post, make an appointment, and then come to visit."
Seeing that all the visitors outside were gone, he asked Wang Lan to go out and make sure there was no one outside the courtyard. Fang Yingwu quickly walked out of the house. He went straight to the shade of the tree and collected the few pieces of manuscript paper thrown on the stone bench.
"The title says: Confucius climbed to the east mountain and became a small Lu, and climbed to the Taishan Mountain and became a small world. Great sages must first outline the greatness of the holy way and then explain it! The way of the husband is not greater than the holy gate, and you will know it when you travel.
The sage drafted it and then clarified it, and it made sense! The meaning is: Confucius used the talents of heaven to inherit the lineage of the saints, and there is no great way..."
The content on this manuscript was none other than the eight-legged essay drawn up by Master Wang Shu based on the title, but this title was secretly revealed to Fang Yingwu by Magistrate Wang.
Fang Yingwu wiped his sweat, thanked the gods and Buddhas, and muttered a few words, "It's a good risk, a good risk."
It was indeed very dangerous just now. If those two scholars were allowed in, these few manuscript papers would be conspicuous in the courtyard, and they would definitely pick them up, read them, and criticize them. This is the habit of scholars these days in socializing.
It didn't matter at the moment, but if the questions were announced during the county examination and he became the head of the case, wouldn't he arouse the suspicion of these two people? He didn't want to be the protagonist of a big scandal.
Fortunately, I had racked my brains and tried my best to successfully shut out the two uninvited guests. As for what they would think and think about, I really couldn't care less.
Thinking about this, Fang Yingwu really has the feeling that people are afraid of fame and pigs are afraid of being strong. Maybe someone will come unexpectedly to visit in the future, so you must be prepared.
I have always ignored this point in the past, which is why I almost caused an accident today. I really need to think carefully about how to deal with it in the future.