On the sixth day of April, Detective Zhao, who was in the same class as Li You, took a case and knocked off a certain rich man several taels of silver. This was not easy. Because the new county magistrate Chen was either upright or bookish, he issued a death order to strictly control Xu.
Officials, the gray income of the government officials has been greatly reduced, and even the helpers ran away a lot when they saw that there was no money. Today, Agent Zhao was able to get a few taels of silver, and his colleagues felt that they must celebrate this good sign.
Captain Zhao was a generous person, so he invited his colleagues to have a dinner at a restaurant, and Li You also went. Everyone set up an Eight Immortals table, selected the food and drinks, and started to have a lively atmosphere.
The restaurant has a few singing fans who sing some elegant and vulgar songs, and they sing whatever the guests order. There are a few scholars in the private room next to them, and they order some elegant songs, and the government officials here listen.
He was very impatient. Suddenly the fan's voice changed and he sang "Who Reveals the Desolate Song of Yuefu". Li You heard clearly and felt very happy in his heart. He wanted to show off to his colleagues and show off his talent.
After the song was finished, someone in the private room asked through the curtain: "This word is so sad and sincere, it is of the highest quality. I have never heard of it before. Is it a new word written by some great talent?"
Prize after prize, Li You said modestly in his heart.
Fantou said: "It's a new word in Japan these days. It's been passed around but I don't know who made it. Let's just call it anonymous."
Anonymous... Li You's smile suddenly froze.
Inspector Zhao commented: "I don't understand a few words in this sentence, but it sounds miserable. I wonder which sour scholar made it up. All the ladies like this tune."
The horseman on the opposite side looked at Li You in a daze and called out, "Brother Li! I'm wondering which lady I'm thinking of."
Li You smiled and said calmly: "The new lyrics just now were actually written by me."
Phew! Captain Zhao squirted a mouthful of wine onto the face of Captain Zhang opposite him, laughed loudly and said: "I know that little brother Li wants to be a talented man, but I didn't expect that you would go crazy with your thoughts. This is not good." He hugged him again.
He put his hand on Li You's shoulder and said earnestly: "Your father and I are old acquaintances, not just your elders, but also your seniors. Please listen to my good advice and stop having these daydreams. At your age, you can still make it even if you go to school."
What’s the point of progress? Just earn some money to get married and have children. I haven’t seen that poor scholar next door to me. He has been studying for a lifetime but still doesn’t have one meal after another. The little baby at home is so hungry that he screams."
Everyone laughed and said yes in unison.
No one believed him. It was hard to find a confidant in this circle. Li You was so depressed that he drank a few more bowls of wine.
After finishing the banquet, everyone said goodbye, and Li You staggered towards his residence. He muttered: "Three hundred poems in the Book of Songs... written by many working people... all anonymous! There are many poems written by the Han Dynasty Yuefu, written by working people.
They are all anonymous! I was confused when I was in school, but now I understand."
The right to speak has always been in the hands of scholars. Even the prostitutes in brothels have much stronger say than Li You. When this song of picking mulberry seeds was sung, several talented people in the city saw that the so-called "author" was not a fellow-traveler, but just a member of the same group.
All the common people in the market automatically ignored Li You, not even bothering to tell whether it was true or not. In short, this kind of collective disregard without even questioning is the most tragic...
When the miserable Li You was about to arrive at his residence, he saw the servant boy who was serving his parents, and his brother-in-law was waiting at the door. His brother-in-law hurriedly came up to him: "Young master, please go home quickly and take a look. The old mistress is looking for death."
Mi Huo is crying, I want you to go home."
Huh? Li You sobered up for a while and staggered towards Xishui Town. As he walked, he asked his sworn brother, "Did my parents quarrel?"
"no."
"My brother and sister-in-law contradicted my mother?"
"no."
"The family has no worries about food and clothing, and no one messes with her. So what is it that makes her cry for life and death?"
The sworn brother couldn't explain clearly, so he only said: "The old master was having a drink with Mr. Shen next door. He heard Mr. Shen say that young master, you wrote a poem, and people in the city said it was very good. When the old mistress knew about it, she Started crying."
This Mr. Shen is the father of Shen and Shen Bangxian in the previous article. Shen Bangxian is one of the few people who knows about Li You writing lyrics, so it is not surprising that his father also knows. But he writes lyrics himself What does it have to do with his mother's crying? The more Li You thought about it, the more confused he became, and he went home confused.
Li You's house is a house with three rooms and three entrances. It is not very conspicuous in Xishui Town, a bustling commercial port with Taihu Lake Wharf. When I entered the house, I saw my mother sitting on a high chair in the hall wiping tears, and my father, brother Li Zuo and sister-in-law were standing around. A circle with a wry smile.
When she found Li You coming in, her mother Zhu's mood suddenly fluctuated. She hugged Li You who was about to kowtow to his parents and cried: "My poor son! I hurt you for my mother..."
Li You simply turned into a ball of paste. This, this, this... what is going on.
"Seventeen years ago, I regretted that my mother threw you because I was too playful. I feel so heartbroken."
Seventeen years ago, I was less than one year old when I fell...and then today I suddenly felt heartache. How long is the reflex arc of my nerves...Li You turned his eyes to his father.
The father had no choice but to explain to Li You.
It turns out that there was an interesting incident when Li You was born. His parents found a fortune teller and made a fortune teller for Li You. The result was that Mr. Wenquxing from the sky would come down to earth and he would be the number one scholar in the future. This was too exaggerated. His parents and neighbors all I didn't believe it, so I went to find two fortune tellers in succession, a monk and a Taoist, and the results were the same.
After three words, the whole family was shocked. Li's father even thought of quitting his job and changing his nationality, because the descendants of government officials were not allowed to take the scientific examination. If his son could win the top prize, just working as an errand would be nothing. But he was persuaded to stop. I decided to take a look and talk about it. But what was disappointing was that later on, Li You had no talent in studying. He could only recognize words and showed no literary talent at all. There was no hope in taking the imperial examination. The whole family felt that they had been cheated. They all scolded the fortune tellers in this world for having no professional ethics, even using the same deceptive words.
Until yesterday, when I learned that Li You had written a poem that was well-received by the whole city (a mother's belief in her children is blind), Mother Li suddenly felt extremely glorious and her thoughts started to spread. She thought of the hexagrams of the three fortune tellers back then, and suddenly I think it makes sense. My son is so poor at reading and can still write good poems casually. It’s not like Xingjun descended to the earth. But why didn’t he have any good ideas in the past ten years?
It is not so scary for middle-aged and elderly women to get into trouble. Mother Li finally remembered that when Li You was half a year old, she accidentally fell while holding little Li You and hit the baby's head, causing Li You to fall into a brief coma.
This accident must have knocked Li You stupid, causing him to be inactive for more than ten years. He only regained his talent today. But now that Li You is older, it is too late to study. Besides, he is not qualified to take the imperial examination when he enters the civil service, so studying is in vain. Reading. Mother Li couldn't help but fell into deep pain and guilt and couldn't extricate herself - the number one scholar of the Li family was thrown away alive. In the atmosphere of "everything is inferior, only reading is high", what else can be better than this? pain.
Feudal superstition is really bad... Li You comforted his mother in distress. But in his heart, he was speechless and shed tears. Who could plagiarize poetry so tragically? First think of a way to persuade his mother who was trapped in imagination.
Several more members of the clan came after hearing the news, and left after talking about it.