Chapter 287 There is no one with the same temperament...
It is said that Li You went ashore and turned around, and suddenly he saw densely planted trees, huge rocks, and gurgling springs. It was like a deep forest ravine, which made people forget the world for a while.
Gardens in the south of the Yangtze River are generally elegant and exquisite, but it is very rare to find such a profound and serene garden. It is made by manpower to create nature. I don’t know how much money the wealthy businessman surnamed Jin spent.
The boatman just now said that he was called Jin Wanwan, which seems to be a well-deserved reputation. At the same time, it can also be seen that the trend of Yangzhou salt merchants building gardens in this era has already arisen.[]
Before Li You passed through the woods, he heard the sound of people in the garden first. He followed the sound and no one came out to stop him. Maybe it was because Li Youhua was well-dressed and had an extraordinary bearing, or maybe the host didn't care if there was another one coming.
Eating and drinking.
There is a small stream in the garden. There are dozens of desks by the stream, placed randomly, a set of pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and some tea, food and fruits. Those who are interested can write and study with their brushes flying. There are actually printers waiting to attend the literary meeting.
Once completed, it can be published into a book.
There are more than a hundred kinds of fine wines, delicacies, fruits and foods listed on the other side. Looking at the sea and land, they are all being replaced, and they are replaced like a flowing stream, for anyone to take.
A little further away, in the pavilion, there are strings, strings, bamboos, silver zither and pipa, and beauties and scholars sit and live together, singing or chanting.
After a few glances, Li You knew that the uneducated boatman said it was because a wealthy family was entertaining guests to celebrate after they built a new garden. In fact, it was a gathering of literati to perform a festival. But this ceremony must have been sponsored by Jin Wanwan, and it was said to be a celebration of the new year.
There is nothing wrong with the completion of the garden.
The so-called Xiuhe means that the literati found a place with beautiful scenery to gather together to have a feast, compose poems and revel, and usually publish a collection of poems. The most famous Xiuhe in history is of course the Lanting Xiuhe where Wang Xizhi wrote the preface to the Lanting anthology.
When Li You, a new face, came in, no one paid much attention to him. They all thought he was invited by others, so they still went about their business. This suited Mr. Li's wishes even more. He didn't come here for the limelight. He just wanted to observe this.
Yangzhou's scholarly style is just like that of the legendary salt merchant.
He traveled east and west happily, sometimes listening to people talking about the past and the present. Sometimes he interjected a few words, and sometimes asked a few questions about local affairs with a smile. While he was enjoying himself, he suddenly felt the aroma of fragrance.
Looking sideways, he saw a somewhat familiar beauty staring at him with her eyes wide open, her mouth slightly open, and she stammered: "Li, Li..."
Is this person recognized? Is this person a famous prostitute who came from Suzhou to do acupuncture? It is difficult to be a talented and famous person! Li You quickly whispered: "Don't make any noise!"
The beauty subconsciously covered her mouth again, but from then on she followed Li You step by step. With such an extra tail, it attracted a lot of attention, and Li You had no choice but to do anything. Fortunately, no one else recognized him.
At this time, a word floated from a pavilion not far away: "If it is purely about poetry, Xujiang Li You is the first in this dynasty. He can be the first in the country in three hundred years, and it is easy to maintain elegance for decades!"
Seeing someone talking about him and praising him to such a high level, Li You immediately became interested and leaned over to continue listening.
There were four or five middle-aged people sitting around in this bamboo pavilion, discussing poetry.
The person in front had just praised Li You to be the best in three hundred years, when someone next to him said: "Brother Jiang is exaggerating! Although Li Xujiang is outstanding and unparalleled in the world, he will not be the best in three hundred years."
"Why can't I do it? The atmosphere, word choice, artistic conception, meaning, rhythm, category, and even speed. All in all, who else can compare?"
The two people talked for a few words, that's all. There was no red-faced and thick-necked argument, which made Li You standing outside the pavilion very unhappy.
Someone else said: "In my opinion, the completion of Youyuan is really a grand event. But Jin Xiandi did the repairs a little early this time, so it would be better to wait a few more days."
The man in the middle, who was called Jin Xiandi, had his back to Li You. He could only look at him because he was short in stature and his every move was very powerful. He asked, "Why?"
"I read the Di newspaper a few days ago. I heard that Li Xujiang was demoted to Jiangdu County to serve as the magistrate of the county. Wouldn't it be nice to wait until he arrives in Yangzhou to hold the ceremony of marriage? With Li You's reputation, it is impossible to say that he has become a big
After the grand gathering, this secluded garden became famous all over the world!"
The man surnamed Jin chuckled a few times and said loudly, "There's no need to wait! Then Li You is just a county magistrate when he comes to Yangzhou. It's the same as asking him to come over and write a poem."
Outside the bamboo pavilion, Li You didn't expect to hear such words, as if he was a craftsman who came and went as soon as he was called. Although his face was expressionless, he already felt great hatred in his heart. Could it be that this person named Jin was
Jin Wanwan? He was so crazy! He couldn't help but said: "Your Excellency's words are so frivolous and rude!"
Li You guessed well. This middle-aged man named Jin is indeed the owner of this garden. He is known as the big salt merchant Jin Wanwan. There are only three or four people in Yangzhou who can compare with him.
Jin Wanwan stamped his feet, making the city of Yangzhou tremble. He really didn't think much of the county government. He never thought that someone would refute him, turned around and cursed: "Where did the barking dog come from!"
Li You snorted coldly: "Is your hospitality the way you treat your guests by speaking obscenely? From this point of view, gardening and cultivating are just arty. It can be said that Qingfeng is illiterate, so why is he flipping through books!"
Jin Wanwan was furious at being ridiculed by Li You and was about to explode, but was stopped by the scribe named Jiang who had spoken before.
It turned out that Mr. Jiang looked at Li You and felt that although he was young, he was well-dressed, handsome and radiant, and he had the guts to contradict him, so he must not be an ordinary person.
Besides, the quarrel was really inexplicable, and today's elegant meeting was not the right time for a scolding, so he stepped in to smooth things over, and asked again: "This young master has a great surname? Where does he come from?"
Li You stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling man, and said arrogantly: "It's just a shameless name that doesn't matter. I came from Beijing and went to Suzhou!"
The sophisticated few suddenly realized that Jin Wanwan must have been disrespectful to Li You with his words just now, which made Li You, a fellow countryman, angry. Moreover, this young nobleman with a distinguished family background probably knew Li You, so he was filled with righteous indignation.
At this time, a servant came over and asked his master: "Gentlemen, you have finished writing. Can you start printing the collection?"
Before Jin Wanwan could answer, Li You cursed first for some reason: "Are you a blind slave? Didn't you see that I haven't written yet?"
After scolding, Li You strode to the case, reached out his hand, dipped his pen in the ink, and started writing.
Several people are somewhat interested in this unruly young man. Generally, such people are arrogant people who rely on their talents. Who can be like this without any real support? Let's see what his abilities are.
Under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, as soon as he started writing, he wrote a few words that exceeded everyone's expectations...
It's not that it's unexpectedly good. It's that it's unexpectedly bad. These few words are already extremely unsightly, like a child learning for the first time. Not to mention the celebrities and literati who were invited, even Jin Wanwan's own writing is worse than
This is much stronger.
After much expectation, he turned out to be a dandy with no appearance and no knowledge...
"Hahahaha." Jin Wanwan laughed proudly. It's really an embroidered pillow that looks useless and has no self-awareness. The most hilarious thing in recent years is this!
It was so terrible that everyone shook their heads and dispersed. There was really no need to read anymore. Only this young man who was not afraid of embarrassment was left in front of the case and continued to write the poems one stroke at a time. His expression was calm and composed, as if he had written some peerless calligraphy.
of.
This made Jin Wanwan think highly of him. Although people are hopelessly stupid, their determination is rare. But how could he, Jin Wanwan, forgive others so easily?
After Li You finished writing, a child posted the paper on the wall for people to watch and comment on along with all the other poems.
However, the literati who attended the meeting today were quite kind. No one satirized Li You's calligraphy in a harsh way. They could only turn a blind eye and not read it. Only the craftsman in charge of engraving did not care whether the calligraphy was good or bad, and quickly copied out Li You's calligraphy.
Word version.
Li You came the latest and was already the last one. Not long after he finished writing, Mr. Jiang announced: "The master of the garden said that the talents of all the gentlemen are indistinguishable, so there is no point in ranking them. They will all be included in the elegant collection and passed down to future generations."
He also pointed to Li You's article on the wall, "Only this article is ranked at the bottom. It's..."
Mr. Jiang looked at it carefully for a long time, but he didn't see a signature on it. Could it be that he was too shy to leave his name?
Everyone in the garden looked at Li You, and saw him inexplicably looking up to the sky and laughing three times: "Ha! Ha! Ha!"
I saw him turn around and walk out of the garden, singing loudly as he walked: "The Qingxi River in Beiguo flows, the scenery of red bridge is autumn, the green poplar city wall is Yangzhou. Looking to the west, where is the Lei Pond? The fragrant soul is scattered, making people sad, and the light smoke is
Fragrant grass and old mysterious building.”
As we walked further and further away, the back figure disappeared among the lush green trees, and another loud song came over, "The white bird and the red lotus lead to the painted rafters, and the red bridge is seen in the shadow of the weeping poplar. The desire to find the past has disappeared. Pointing to the distance beyond Pingshan Mountain
The roads are broken by countless rivers, and new sorrows are shared by the tide in Guangling."
Green Poplar City is Yangzhou, and the red bridge can be seen in the shadow of the weeping poplars. The poems become more and more wonderful as they get better and better... Everyone can't help but admire it, it must be the best today.
Could it be that the two Huanxisha poems were written by him? Look at the words written by this person on the wall. Although the words are so ugly that it is hard to read, but if you look closely, they are indeed the two songs he just sang. This is not because of the corruption of his gold and jade.
It's a waste of gold and jade on the outside.
Could this person be so talented? When did such a wild and uninhibited talent appear in the Jiangzuo area? Jin Wanwan felt something was wrong. He looked around and asked, "Who knows who he is?"
After a long while, a prostitute replied: "I know you, I am Mr. Li Tanhua from Suzhou."
This name is so popular in today's poetry world that everyone can only debate whether he is the best in the past three hundred years... Everyone who hears this name is shocked. He is the legendary gifted poet Li Tanhua?
You can’t be wrong! A Suzhou man may admit that Li Tanhua is wrong, but a famous Suzhou prostitute will never admit that she is wrong, not even the back of Li Tanhua.
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, feeling that today's experience was very strange. I dare not say that Li You is the best in the world in poetry, but at least Li You, who is recognized as the leader of Jiangzuo, came here incognito and wrote two poems, and then was ridiculed by them and designated as the only one in the bottom class.
, this is going to spread...
Doesn’t this make people laugh out loud! This is not a disgrace to Li Tanhua, but a disgrace to their Yangzhou scholars! Not to mention that Li Tanhua is not only a talented scholar, but will also serve as a parent official in Yangzhou City.
Jin Wanwan must compete because he doesn't have eyes open, they are blind because they don't have eyesight, Master Li deliberately graffitied because he doesn't like them...
The printer, who still didn't know what had happened, took some books to the owner Jin Wanwan and reported: "Master Jin, this time's "Youyuan Elegant Collection" has been printed, and I have followed the instructions and marked it.
"
Jin Wanwan took the book angrily and tore it into pieces.
What an elegant gathering! After today's news spreads, I'm afraid it will become a bad smell. It's a great festival of evil spirits, but this Li You has disturbed it, and his garden has become a big joke in Yangzhou City! Isn't it?
Just burn it on fire?
In an instant, all the invited intellectuals dispersed, as if no one wanted to stay here and serve as a background for jokes.
But he said that Mr. Li had finished making trouble and got on the boat feeling refreshed. He thought that he had become enemies with the Jin family, so he asked the boatman for information about the Jin family with the idea of knowing himself and the enemy. Although he was not afraid, he wanted to know more about the Jin family.
It's never a bad thing.
"Jin Wanwan is also a legend in our Yangzhou. He was so poor more than ten years ago that he even sold his daughter to a mother who raised thin horses to make ends meet. But today, he has built such a huge family fortune in the blink of an eye.
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"But he is also troubled. He has no son to inherit the family business. Apart from the eldest daughter who was sold, he still only has two daughters. One is married to Yuntong, the salt transport minister, and the other is still waiting to be married."
"How can you not marry the younger one? He has married more than a dozen concubines in the past few years. According to the fortune teller, Jin Wanwan lost his virtue by selling his daughter and was destined to have no children. His wife cried so much that she missed her eldest daughter.
Almost blind."
Fifty thousand taels, equivalent to a year's salary of two thousand senior weavers... Li You was a little shocked. Once again feeling the strong financial resources of the big salt merchant, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Whoever can find this person, wouldn't it?
one night
àoRich."
"Yes, who doesn't want to find it? But there are really not many clues. When he was mài, he was only three or four years old. Now he is eighteen or nineteen years old. He doesn't know what he looks like or how tall he is. He only knows his nickname, Bao'er. No.
She knows where she went, and she probably doesn't even remember her childhood, so it's even more difficult." The old boatman sighed.
Baoer? Jin? Jin Baoer? Li You, who was leaning against the boat, was so shocked that he almost fell into the water in shock. It can't be such a coincidence.
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Xiaozhu and Zhang San were obviously aware of it, and they all looked at Lao Yu with a confused look. Only Cui Jiansheng didn't feel anything.
Calm down...calm down...there are so many people with the same name and surname in the world, Li You said to himself while recalling Aunt Jin's past words and deeds.
I remember that in the summer of the year before last, when he was in charge of praying for rain in the county, Aunt Jin once said to Xiaozhu: "You still have a mother. I don't even know who your parents are. I only know that they are from Yangzhou. Over the years,
I had no choice but to accept my fate."
I come from Yangzhou, I am eighteen or nineteen years old, my surname is Jin, my given name is Baoer, I was raped here and there when I was young... Aunt Jin is not incompatible with any of these conditions, and every one of them is the best.
Li You can be considered a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, and now he is a little confused.
If it were true, among his several wives and concubines, could the one with the lowest background and the least background be the strongest?
Li You remembered again that just now he had slapped Jin Wanwan's face until it became swollen. Why didn't any of his father-in-laws, Liu, Guan, Cheng or Jin, have the same temperament?