There seemed to be only a void in Zheng Qingyu's gloomy eyes. Zhang Yingce looked into his eyes, and it seemed that he could no longer arouse the impassioned sentiment that "people's hearts can be saved", but he was a little unhappy, and he and Ye Shanli complained about him. Ye Shanli was busy.
For a long time, Zheng Qingyu couldn't let him down like this, so he let out all the resentment in his heart; Zhang Yingce complained that he had lost his way of life, and sighed for his friend. A beam of silver light suddenly penetrated into Zheng Qingyu's empty eyes, it was Zhang Yingce
The broken silver in his hand was delivered directly to him. Zheng Qingyu didn't say thank you before leaving, and walked away. Zhang Yingce watched Zheng Qingyu walking under the moonlight, so deserted. The moonlight did not illuminate it.
The road ahead seemed to be swallowing him up silently. At this time, the voice from behind slowly echoed in his ears:
"Brother Zhang, look, Dezong has no conscience..."
From then on, whether in the village or in the house, Zheng Qingyu seemed to be dead. No one remembered him, and it was impossible to miss him anymore. As for Zheng Qingyu living here for most of his life, what was the meaning? It was meaningless, he was like a picture
An unexpected black spot on a famous painting is just like adding something to a painting. No one who knows how to appreciate it will keep it, but will just throw it away into a pile of old paper, a point that has no impact or meaning.
But Zheng Qingyu was not dead after all, but few people knew where he was. The only relevant rumor was that a few years later, he took a boat to Nanjing, a city that scholars and talents greatly longed for.
Wei Dehui from Nanjing was Zheng Qingyu's cousin. His courtesy name was Yiguang, and he was a scholar by nature. Later he actually entered the Nanjing Imperial College to teach, and he was quite talented in Nanjing. Zheng Qingyu had nothing to do on the ship.
, thinking of him, decided to take a break, and decided to ask the boat to turn around and head south. Once on land, Zheng Qingyu traveled to many states and counties, but he hurried on, only remembering to eat the southern dishes he was not used to along the way.
After I got used to it, I finally arrived in Nanjing.
Zheng Qingyu had no intention of looking at the majestic city walls here. He just walked through a few streets and walked for a while. Then he stopped by the Qinhuai River, leaned on the railing and watched the boats for a while, thinking of his cousin's residence.
, then walked straight to the river houses on the other side of the river, walked to the door walls of each house and asked, and then found Wei Dehui's house. The person who opened the door was Wei Dehui's eldest son, named Wei Yundi, whose courtesy name is Juude, and he seemed to be very old.
Around seventeen or eighteen.
"Who are you?" Wei Yundi looked at his clothes and looked at him suspiciously.
"I am Wei Yiguang's cousin, my surname is Zheng." His attitude was not respectful.
"Oh," Wei Yundi hurriedly bowed. "Really your uncle? I never heard my father say that."
"If you don't believe it, wait until your father comes back."
Wei Yundi saw that he was so calm. If he was really a relative of this seniority, it would be hard to turn him away. "Then... come in quickly." He said, shouting inside:
"Mother, Uncle Zheng is here!"
He led Zheng Qingyu in, and his mother Li came out to welcome him. Zheng Qingyu also bowed, and then walked through the open-air courtyard and entered the main hall. He saw three or four chairs crookedly placed in the hall, and a wrapped chair in the middle.
There was an altar table covered with green cloth. Zheng Qingyu had just sat down and chatted for a while when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. Wei Yundi quickly ran out and opened the door, only to find that it was a middle-aged man with an upright appearance.
The officials came in.
It must be Wei Dehui, Zheng Qingyu thought.
Wei Dehui looked at the main hall, his eyes suddenly shone, and asked his son to take off his official uniform. He jogged forward respectfully, then bowed respectfully to Zheng Qingyu, and finally said respectfully:
"Respect my cousin for a long time to come!"
Before Zheng Qingyu could speak, he sat on the chair, looked at his wife with a smile, and said, "Bring the child over quickly and let your cousin see it!" Li agreed and walked inside.
"Does your nephew have a child?" Zheng Qingyu asked.
"Yes. Uncle Zun came from afar. He must have either achieved success or become famous for his erudition. I have known since I was a child that my uncle loves books. If he works so hard, he must have great knowledge..."
"I have no knowledge. I can't survive now." Zheng Qingyu smiled bitterly.
Wei Dehui thought he was just being modest, and said respectfully: "Uncle, please don't underestimate yourself..."
After talking for a while, he looked up and saw Wei Dehui's wife leading the young son behind him. After he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and saw that he was a five or six-year-old child with his hair braided. He was very tall.
Fair and fair, not too fat, very lively, with thick black eyebrows and heroic eyes.
"This is a kid who doesn't have a name yet. I've been planning to send him to private school for the past few days. I also want to name him according to the holy book, but that's all. It's up to you to give him a name as you are older and more talented." Wei Dehui touched the child's head.
road.
Zheng Qingyu knelt down and looked at the child smiling. The child's mouth was wide open, and he also looked at him smiling. "Shall I give you a name?" The child nodded shyly and said nothing, but rolled his eyes a few times.
"Okay, just call..." Zheng Qingyu's mind was racing.
"Wei Huai. How do you like it? Do you think it sounds good?" Zheng Qingyu poked the child's face.
In Wei Dehui's view, this name has no allusion, but it is the meaning of Wei Ji's heart. His eyes really show some disappointment. After thinking about it, he is afraid that outsiders will ridicule him, how could he give his child such a casual name for a famous scholar?
The name came. But he couldn't help but listen. He praised him a few times against his will, and even began to think that Zheng Qingyu really "can't survive". What is the so-called "erudite and famous"?
Although Wei Huai didn't say a word, he felt that the name was excellent, but the so-called allusion was boring and boring. Why did his father insist on the messy words "Yun Di Jue De, Mo Ming Bi Xie" in "Shang Shu"? From then on, he paid attention to Zheng
Qingyu was grateful and often wanted to get close to this old man who even had an interesting name, but he was timid. Every time he wanted to see him, when he got there, he saw the old man walking alone and dull.
He didn't want to pay attention to anyone, so he couldn't help but stop and go back.
The private school was built not far from the river house. Wei Dehui personally paid for it. He also wrote a plaque and invited Song Juren, who was close to him, to teach in the school. Zheng Qingyu said that he would also help, and Wei Dehui was
Wanting to test his knowledge, Wei Dehui asked him to teach. Zheng Qingyu understood, but still refused, saying that he just wanted to join the school to work as a cleaner in order to strengthen his muscles. Wei Dehui invited three more people, Zheng Qingyu
After pushing three times and confirming that the latter was not being modest, he looked pityful and had no choice but to send him, but in his heart he only showed disdain. After seeing Zheng Qingyu leave, he turned his back and muttered: "
How interesting..." He stroked his beard and sneered.
The private school was very spacious, and apart from the room where classes were held, there was a large courtyard outside. Zheng Qingyu felt quite happy because this large yard was enough for him to sweep. He held the broom here every day, and from time to time he deliberately approached the teaching room and listened.
What did Song Juren talk about? Song Juren started teaching from the first day of teaching on topics such as breaking the topic and following the topic. Only students can read the "Four Books", "Five Classics", and "The Analects of Confucius". All other books are prohibited.
After a few years, he was asked to read modern Chengwen and write articles according to the examples. Zheng Qingyu remembered what he had taught his children when he was in Ye Mansion. He leaned against the roots of the tree, his mind seemed to be wandering elsewhere.
The children had nothing to do after school, so they talked closely with Zheng Qingyu, and they gradually struck up a conversation. He would talk to the children about some miscellaneous topics, such as poems, songs, and anecdotes, and sometimes he also talked about current strategies and what he had heard and seen.
Wei Huai heard someone say that his uncle's family had been in turmoil in his early years, he had traveled far and wide, and he had many insights into the world, so he listened seriously.
"This dynasty has practiced the tea and salt method in every dynasty, and this dynasty is the most powerful. This salt method has benefits. You can see the benefits of saving money. The money saved is enough for you to feed yourself for thirty to fifty years. This money
They were all taken from the common people, which created a prosperous age of forty or fifty years. But what are the disadvantages? The Salt Law was implemented by the imperial court and was controlled by the government. Businessmen could not interfere, which led to officials taking power and being greedy. You watch the play and listen to the book.
Mr. Bao, how many people have you killed? But you can’t bring peace to the world by killing people. Just like you are studying literature but not learning the fundamentals. You only study the branches and branches, and only understand the general outlines. That’s what you call fake Confucianism.”
"Uncle, if the Salt Law is abolished, the world will no longer be greedy for ink?" Among the children, only Wei Huai stood up to speak, with the heroic spirit in his eyes shining brightly.
"That's a good question. But this reform needs to be done slowly, just like you won't take the exam if you haven't studied thoroughly. It's not advisable to rush for quick success." He said with a smile.
"I don't require you to be an official. Paying attention to the source of your writing is the first priority. You may be a hermit or an official or work in various industries. As long as you are willing to see the benefits and disadvantages of the country and have your own opinions, that's enough, that's enough..."
Wei Huai didn't seem to hear the last sentence, and for some reason, he had already pulled away and left. Zheng Qingyu looked at Wei Huai, and the shadow of himself standing under the moonlight flashed past, and his figure was a little lonely.
After handing over Qiu Yue, Wei Dehui, his wife and children began to discuss how to get rid of Zheng Qingyu. This cousin, who was neither famous nor famous, was of no use. He was wasting food here. Logically speaking, he should not be kept, so he put it politely.
After learning about the money and food situation at home, Zheng Qingyu had no intention of asking for anything, so he took this opportunity to leave, which was exactly what Wei Dehui wanted.
He said goodbye to Nanjing and got on the boat all the way. There were people talking on the boat, but Zheng Qingyu kept his head down. He went ashore again in a trance, and got on the boat again in a trance; someone spoke again in a trance, and again in a trance.
Fell asleep.
Until one day, he suddenly fell seriously ill after boarding a boat in Tongyuan, Jiujiang. The boatman and the kind-hearted guests on the boat were so anxious that they immediately carried Zheng Qingyu ashore. There was no doctor, so they carried him to a small mountain in the nearby mountains.
Guan - called Shouxin Guan, where he rested. Zheng Qingyu was in a daze, and he didn't know why he was carried here. After slowly recovering his energy, he realized that this authentic official had a surname, and he claimed to be unworthy.
He doesn't tell anyone about his medical skills, and he has very good medical skills. Many people come here to treat diseases, and he never refuses.
Zheng Qingyu entered the temple, naturally thinking of thanking his benefactor. He didn't see any other Taoist priests along the way, and he felt strange. There was only a Taoist priest in this temple who didn't even have a Taoist name. What kind of Taoist temple was he?
He walked along the main hall to the place where the Taoist priests rested. It seemed that someone was there, so he knocked on the door, but there was no sound.
"Your name is Zheng Dezong, right?" He felt a tap on his shoulder blade.
Zheng Qingyu looked back and saw a man wearing gray cloth, wearing hemp shoes and smiling briskly. He also wore a slightly shiny bamboo hat at an angle. He looked thin, with flat cheeks and a straight nose, and his hair was unkempt and untied.
"It is a sin not to see the virtuous person in person."
Zheng Qingyu bowed forward and said: "Taoist priests are like wandering clouds and wild cranes, wandering freely. Qingyu is nowhere to be found."
"I was bored just now. I went up the mountain to have fun. I was very wet, so I left dressed like this." He stepped forward and took Zheng Qingyu's hand. "I'm tired from swimming. I wonder if the old gentleman can play a game of chess with me? It's just a good time to chat.
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He pulled Zheng Qingyu, took out a rusty key from the bag, opened the door, and went to get the chessboard. Zheng Qingyu also sat under the window, feeling damp and cold. It turned out that there were several people beside the window.
There is a tree, so it looks shady.
The Taoist priest placed the chess pieces on the table and sat down across from him. "My chess skills are pretty good. Let Dezong have three pieces."
Zheng Qingyu raised his eyes and looked at him, wondering: "How do you know my handwriting?"
"So what if I know? I'm afraid it doesn't matter if I don't know who you are."
"It's like you have traveled around the world and know that most of the refugees are refugees. The court is unknown, and you still want to teach the students the right way. But what's the use?" As he said, he helped Zheng Qingyu lift a piece on the chessboard. Mr. Zheng had nothing to say.
After a long while, he said: "I want to teach them the way to save the country with a correct heart..."
"There are few people in the world who accept such thoughts. Will anyone listen to you when you are running around and talking? Haha, don't worry about other things. In the affairs of the world, self-cultivation is the first, and self-cultivation is the first." Taoist He continued, "A person like Dezong is so worried.
If the country is concerned about its people, it is better to worry about itself. Once you cultivate your own virtue, everything will be perfect."
Zheng Qingyu only rubbed his hands on the chess piece, trying to catch the cool breeze coming from the window. He was speechless for a long time. "Mr. Zheng." Hearing this, Zheng Qingyu put down the chess piece hesitantly.
"I'm out of breath. Chess." Taoist He stared at the chessboard.
Zheng Qingyu looked at the chessboard and found that it was indeed the wrong place. He hurriedly raised his hand and moved it.
"You and I are just ordinary people, why should we care about the world? The old man and the unworthy travel together in the mountains and forests, and live in quiet places, and they can't finish this life? Stop worrying about trivial matters, isn't this life unhappy!" He laughed a few more times, and then
Carrying a bottle of wine, he stumbled and opened the back door with one hand. Zheng Qingyu followed him. It turned out that the door at the back led directly to the mountain. The mountain was not steep. The straight stone road was extremely clear and the light mist was like a wall.
Blocking his sight, the grass was squeezed to the point of dew. Zheng Qingyu immediately forgot about those troublesome things, and walked towards the mountain with the Taoist priest. Then, he only heard two laughs, and the echo circled around the mountain wall.
Then it gradually faded away until there was no sound.