The snow in Jiangzhou is always heavier than that in Suzhou. In just one night, the huge city of Jiangzhou, with thousands of houses covered in white, reflected the light of the snow.
With such heavy snowfall, in order to avoid traffic jams, the government office sent out fast horses to all streets and alleys early to notify every household to clean up the snow in front of their homes. Anyone who neglects to do so will be fined consistently.
Early in the morning, Chen Jianchen got up. When he heard the announcement of the fast horse, he picked up his tools and prepared to go out to clear the snow. Over there, Abao saw it and ran over in a panic to grab the tools and said: "Brother Liuxian, how could you go?"
Where’s the snow clearing?”
It has been a while since I returned home, and in three days it will be the New Year. Chen Jianchen was wearing a brand new jacket and said with a smile: "Abao, why can't I sweep the snow?"
Abao whispered: "Brother Liuxian, you are a scholar."
Chen Jianchen laughed loudly: "So what if you are a scholar? If you can't sweep the snow in front of your house, why should you sweep the whole world?" He couldn't help but pick up the tools again, opened the door and went out, shoveling up the snow that was as thick as a foot.
Abao couldn't defeat him, so he came out with a broom to help.
At this time, many people in the neighborhood came out with tools to clear the snow. They were all surprised to see Chen Jianchen doing it himself - as a scholar, as a junior student of Minghua College, as the boss of Liaozhai, no matter what status he held
Look, there is no need for Chen Jianchen to clear the snow himself.
But the discussion was just a discussion, and Chen Jianchen's actions were not illegal.
After working hard for about half an hour, the snow in front of Liaozhai was finally almost cleared away. Chen Jianchen was sweating all over, but his whole body felt indescribably comfortable.
He clapped his hands, looked up, and saw the Golden Needle Restaurant diagonally opposite opening the door with a creaking sound. Lu Xiyue, dressed in plain clothes, walked out and smiled brightly at him——
In Suzhou, Lu Xiyue took a big revenge and returned to Jiangzhou with Wang Fu. After some twists and turns, he managed to escape from the Walking Bird Tower and get the identity of the Qingguo. Wang Fu came forward and took over a property diagonally opposite Liaozhai.
He moved to a house and opened a small medical clinic called "Golden Needle House", and hired two maids as helpers.
As expected, the business of Jinzhenzhai was booming after it opened, and many women came for treatment. In a short period of time, Lu Xiyue actually gained quite a reputation and was known as "Lu Female Doctor".
Compared with Golden Needle Zhai, the business of Liaozhai is tepid, even a bit bleak. Without it, Chen Jianchen would go to Suzhou for several months, and there would be no new copybooks for sale in Liaozhai. Only a few pieces would come back and forth, and the business would be good.
Just saw a ghost.
Chen Jianchen didn't care. When he came back, he asked A Bao to take down all the copybooks hanging on the wall and burn them. For this decision, A Bao felt puzzled and distressed. All the money was burned.
If you can get at least a hundred cents from just selling one picture, how many kilograms of meat can you buy?
But she always had a kind of blind obedience to Chen Jianchen. Although she was reluctant to give up, she still followed orders without saying a word.
Chen Jianchen naturally had his own plan to burn his old copybooks. It was very simple, but he felt that the old calligraphy was a bit disdainful.
Because of his diligence and concentration, and being good at studying, Chen Jianchen's calligraphy has improved almost every day, which is shocking to say. Now he suddenly understood it and combined the styles of famous calligraphy masters recorded in his previous life with his experiences in this life to truly form
personal characteristics.
Calligraphy has become quite mature.
Now that it is a small success, the works I wrote before are a bit unsatisfactory, so burning them is equivalent to burning the works that I think are failures, so as not to sell them and ruin my reputation.
Chen Jianchen has always been a person who is strict with himself and strives for excellence.
The Suzhou team worked as a master of the little vixen for several months. Chen Jianchen paid a lot, but gained a lot. If five hundred gold ingots are earthly money, then the blood sandalwood book cover and the gold silkworm vest are beyond the world.
Where he is. Today, he is no longer the poor and down-and-out scholar he was before, but a rich man with a fortune.
Of course, Chen Jianchen currently has no idea of using the gold stored in Shanda Bank. He still insists on living as he originally did, not showing off his wealth or showing off. He wears clothes woven by his mother and eats food cooked by A Bao himself.
It is enough to wear warm clothes and eat well.
Confucius said: "With a basket of food and a ladle of drink, in a back alley, one cannot bear the worries and will not change his happiness even when he returns home."
Chen Jianchen does not envy the poor living conditions, but wants to learn the optimistic attitude towards life.
For a long time after returning, Chen Jianchen failed to write a satisfactory work. He simply closed his doors for a long time and stopped doing business. He rarely went to the Golden Needle Studio to sit, but Lu Xiyue came to Chen's house three or two days ago.
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——In fact, before Chen Jianchen came back, through Wang Fu and self-introduction, Lu Xiyue had already become familiar with Mo Sanniang and A Bao. They were both women. She was well-behaved and sensible, and she and A Bao soon became close friends.
, and was very popular with Mo Sanniang. Once Mo Sanniang fell ill, it was Lu Xiyue who treated her with acupuncture. Mo Sanniang was full of praise for her medical skills.
They got along well, and Chen Jianchen also felt very happy. He knew why Lu Xiyue wanted to open a store opposite his house.
…
Due to the geographical location, there was not much snow in front of the Golden Needle House. The two maids each held a broom and swept it away in a short time. After smiling at Chen Jianchen, Lu Xiyue lowered her head and returned to the shop.
Already.
Chen Jianchen stood at the door, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked to both sides of the street, and saw a carriage hurriedly stopped in front of him, and then Wang Fu got out of the carriage.
It had been a while since we last saw Wang Fu, and it was obvious that Wang Fu had gained a lot of weight, and his belly was bulging out.
"Liu Xian, come in quickly with Brother Yu, I have something to tell you."
He looked a little anxious, as if he had something on his mind.
Chen Jianchen frowned, asked him to sit down in the study, and asked: "Brother Futai, what happened?" He felt a little strange in his heart. At this time, what urgent matter could he come to see him for?
Wang Fu wiped his face and said: "Liu Xian, there is something important today. Brother Yu must come to remind you."
"Oh, what's the matter?"
Wang Fu lowered his voice and said mysteriously and solemnly: "Liu Xian, Brother Yu accidentally heard a piece of news yesterday, saying that the imperial court has issued a new code, called the Writing Code, which contains many taboos and restrictions. The law stipulates that no matter speech or poetry,
, articles, copybooks, etc. are all subject to control. I believe it won’t be long before the provisions of this law will be printed in books and distributed throughout the world.”
The prison of words, the prison of words is finally here...
For the first time, the three words "literary prison" flashed in Chen Jianchen's mind, which was so impressive that it made him feel very uncomfortable.
Long ago, he estimated that given the current situation, the Literary Prison would appear sooner or later. Unexpectedly, it appeared so quickly. The news spread before the end of the year. He was afraid that after some time, the new Literary Literary Law would cause a storm in the city.
, became a hot topic on the streets.
Wang Fu added: "It is said that this ministry was drafted by Mr. He Xie He himself, so it is also called He Xie Law. There are as many as a thousand legal provisions and the rules are very strict. Anyone who violates them will be fined and reprimanded in the lightest way, and beheaded in the worst case.
.Especially for people, the obligations are even stricter. If you are not careful, you will be expelled as a scholar at any time, and your wealth and life will not be guaranteed."
Chen Jianchen raised his eyebrows, knowing full well that this calligraphy method is coming straight at scholars all over the world, and it can be said that it is coming with great force. You must know that ordinary villagers in the mountains and villages cannot read Chinese characters, how can the calligraphy method be applied to their heads? He also thought of it
Various political platforms implemented by the Holy One today, whether it is "Believe in Buddhism and Promote Dharma" or the "New Tax Law", have been criticized by the people, and many scholars have written articles to oppose it. From this, it can be seen that this new legal text is very important.
Maybe the imperial court has been brewing for a long time, just to come out and silence the people of the world.
However, as the old saying goes: "It is better to guard against the people's mouth than against the river." Is it possible to suppress the injustice in the hearts of the people all over the world with just a written code?
Wang Fu stretched out his fingers and knocked on the desk, and said: "Liu Xian, Brother Yu, I think the pair at the door of your Liaozhai will fall into the restricted category of calligraphy. In Brother Yu's opinion, it is better to change it as soon as possible."
Chen Jianchen was startled for a moment, then he felt relieved, stood up, cupped his hands, and said seriously: "Thank you, Brother Futai, for reminding me."
Wang Fu chuckled and said: "Although the writing method has not yet been officially launched, and the contents of the thousands of articles are unknown, there is no general direction."
Chen Jianchen said in a deep voice: "I know how to do it."
——When Wang Fu received the news, he immediately came to remind him that this fist of hearts is the friendship between friends in need.
Then they drank tea and chatted for a while.
Chen Jianchen originally wanted to stay with Wang Fu at home for lunch, but Wang Fu laughed and said that he had agreed to have a dinner at Zhuangyuan Building, so he left.
Chen Jianchen sent him out, waved goodbye, and then looked up at the two characters hanging on the left and right of his door: the sword splits the mountains with the wind and the clouds; the pen moves the dragon, the snake, the ghosts and the gods.
After looking at it for a while, with a wry smile on his face, he took out a stool, took down the two letters, and threw them casually on the ground in the yard.
Abao was surprised when he saw it: "Brother Liuxian, what are you going to do? Why did you tear down all the signs?"
Chen Jianchen sighed and said, "Abao, chop these two wooden signs into pieces and use them as firewood."
Hearing this, Abao looked at him with eyes wide open. He was really confused: Could it be that Brother Liuxian had lost his mind? This pairing was praised by many customers who came to buy letters, and some of them had once
Want to buy it for a big price.
Chen Jianchen was in low spirits and did not want to say more. He waved his hand and warned: "Remember to burn it cleanly..." Then he walked back to the study with his hands behind his back and sat on the chair without moving for a long time.
After a long time, he stood up and spread out a piece of white paper on the desk, studied the ink and picked up a pen. After pondering for a while, he finally put pen to paper and wrote a big word "chaotic".