The parade of characters from the Water Margin praying for rain passed by, followed by thousands of people watching the fun.
At this time, they all went to the square of King Qiansu Temple, but the Yuewang Bridge was empty. The Jing River flowed shallowly and silently under the sunlight. Large ships could no longer sail, and only small boats could still go back and forth with pole poles.
Zhang Yuan said to Yang Shixiang and Jin Bozong: "This is not far from Mr. Jizhong's residence. The three of us will go and visit right away. How about that?"
Yang Shixiang said: "The two of us haven't bought any gifts, nor have we brought our name cards. We don't dare to take the risk. We'd better go and see you tomorrow."
Zhang Yuandao: "Okay, then should we go back now or go to the Temple of Prince Qian Su to see the heroes of the Water Margin?"
Yang Shixiang said: "I heard that Mr. Jizhong is aloof and arrogant, and speaks straightforwardly. If I take the liberty to ask for the preface, I'm afraid of being embarrassed. Why don't I ask Brother Jiezi first? If Mr. Jizhong agrees to write the preface, the two of us will do it."
It would be safer to visit you again. What do you think, Brother Jiezi?"
Zhang Yuan nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go now, and you two will go to the Temple of Prince Qian Su."
At the east end of Yuewang Bridge, Zhang Yuan took Wu Ling to Wang Siren's mansion behind Xinghuā Temple, while Yang Shixiang, five servants of the Jinbo clan headed north to Prince Qiansu's temple.
The alleys were really deserted, and there were very few pedestrians along the way. After passing Xinghuā Temple, they saw a sedan chair coming slowly, followed by a young scholar and several servants. Wu Ling's eyes were sharp and he said: "Master, that is Miss Wang."
"So I need to get glasses for the young master to wear so he can see more clearly.
Zhang Yuan waved his hand and said, "No need." He walked towards the sedan chair to greet him.
The young scholar was Wang Yingzi. When he learned that Shanyin's Water Margin rain praying team had arrived at the Hailongwang Temple, he invited his sister Wang Jingshu to watch the fun. Her sister had been depressed and sad these days. Wang Yingzi was very worried, so she wanted to accompany her.
My sister went to the Hailongwang Temple, which was only two miles away from home, to have a look at the Water Margin characters to relax, so with her mother's consent, she dragged her out. She pretended to be a scholar. She didn't expect to meet Zhang in front of Xinghuā Temple.
Yuan, then asked Zhang Yuan where he was going?
Zhang Yuan explained his purpose, and Wang Yingzi said: "Dad is not at home at this time. What does Senior Brother Jiezi want to see my dad?"
Zhang Yuandao: "Two literary friends from Qingpu asked me to help select and review a volume of contemporary literature. They also wanted to ask the teacher to write a preface to use the teacher's reputation to make the book easier to sell."
Wang Yingzi opened her eyes wide and smiled and said: "Okay, just invite them here tomorrow. Senior Brother Jiezi will conduct the election, and dad will definitely preface it."
Zhang Yuanzuo bowed his head and said, "Then I would like to ask junior sister to speak kindly in front of the teacher." He glanced at the sedan chair and asked, "Where are you going, junior sister?"
Wang Yingzi said: "Accompany my sister to the Hailongwang Temple to relax. Your Xi Zhang Rain Margin tiles have arrived, right?"
Zhang Yuandao: "The Water Margin rain praying team has already gone to the Temple of King Qiansu. The place is now crowded with people. Junior sisters and senior sisters may be crowded if they go there. In my opinion, it is better to wait at the Yuewang Bridge. The Water Margin characters will not be able to pass.
It won't be long before I turn back to Shanyin."
Wang Yingzi said: "Well, just follow what the senior brother said." He walked along the sedan chair towards Yuewang Bridge, with Zhang Yuan and Wu Ling following beside him.
Wang Yingzi suddenly asked: "What did Brother Jiezi call my sister just now?"
Zhang Yuandao: "Senior sister, what's wrong?"
Wang Yingzi smiled and said: "It's nothing, I didn't hear it clearly for a while."
The sedan chair stopped under the shade of the locust trees at the head of the Yuewang Bridge. The two sedan bearers stepped aside. Wang Yingzi opened the sedan curtain and said, "Sister, come out and take a look. The river is almost dry and bottomed out."
Wang Jingshu, who was dressed in a plain dress, got off the sedan, first gave Zhang Yuan a blessing and called out: "Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Yuan quickly bowed and said, "Hello, Senior Sister Wang."
Wang Jingshu thought it was a little strange for Zhang Yuan to call her this way, but she didn't say much. She stood side by side with her younger sister Yingzi on the bridge, looking at the scenery, and whispering quietly.
Zhang Yuan did not go away, but was waiting here. He wanted to wait for Yang Shixiang and Jin Bozong to go back together, and since the two senior sisters from the Wang family were here, he had the obligation to take care of them.
About two moments later, he heard the sound of flutes and drums getting closer, and Wu Ling said happily: "The heroes of Liangshan are here."
This time it’s Master Guanyin, with the Gods of the Lei Department and the Ryugong Shui Tribe in front, and it’s still “good weather”
Prefaced by the two signs "Stealing Peace and Peace", these Bodhisattvas and gods have gorgeous clothes and exquisite rituals, and they really look like heavenly beings.
The "Timely Rain" sign came over, and the characters of Water Margin were all there. Wang Jingshu and Wang Yingzi were also eye-opening. Wang Yingzi asked Zhang Yuan who is this? Who is that? Zhang Yuan answered one by one. Wang Yingzi saw Mu
Zhenzhen dressed up as Hu Sanniang and said happily: "Senior brother, isn't that your maid Mu Zhenzhen?"
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "Yes, the big red-haired man next to him is the real father. Junior sister didn't recognize him, haha.
Wang Jingshu looked at this group of Water Margin characters with different appearances, and said to her sister Yingzi: "It's not easy to select these people. They are just like the ones painted in the embroidery book Zhongyi Water Margin."
When Wang Yingzi saw "Yanghe Yicang Ji" on a yellow silk hanging high, she asked Zhang Yuan loudly: "Brother, did you write this?"
Zhang Yuan responded: "I didn't write the words."
Wang Yingzi smiled and said: "I know the words were not written by you." The crowd was like a tide, with hands raised like a forest. Although there were several servants in front of Sister Wang Jingshu to stop her, she was still squeezed back and retreated behind the camphor tree.
Hold still, Zhang Yuan also helps to look after him, and does not let some idle people get close. Everyone in Kuaiji and Shanyin knows Zhang Yuan. Who dares to stroke Zhang Yuan's tiger beard? Seeing that it is Zhang Yuan, they will hide away for fear of not being able to catch him.
Wang Jingshu said in her sister's ear: "I can't go out, but you insist on dragging me out. Fortunately, I met Zhang Suanzi, otherwise we would have been scattered."
Wang Yingzi was speechless and said: "I didn't expect there would be so many people. This is more crowded than usual temple fairs."
Wang Jingshu looked at Zhang Yuan's back and said: "This young man has a very good character."
Wang Yingzi said: "Does it need to be said? He is the most respected student of my father."
Wang Jingshu had been observing for a long time. When her sister Yingzi was talking to her, her eyes were always looking at Zhang Yuan. She couldn't be said to be affectionate, but there was joy in her eyes. Such sincere joy was rare. Wang Jingshu couldn't help but think.
: "Wouldn't it be a good thing if my sister could marry Zhang Yuan? Why is it so impossible? Zhang Yuan is already engaged to a girl from the Shang family." Thinking of his unfortunate marriage, he felt sad.
The crowd finally passed. Zhang Yuan didn't see Yang Shixiang, Jin Bozong and the others, so he escorted the Wang sisters back to their home. On the way, Wang Yingzi asked: "Senior brother wants to choose eight-legged essay, is there anyone I can help with?"
Zhang Yuan was overjoyed when he heard this. In order to select articles, he had to first read through the 500 articles brought by Yang Shixiang and select 120 articles from them to comment on. This also consumes a lot of time and energy.
Said: "It's great that Junior Sister is willing to help me. I will bring 300 pieces of craftsmanship tomorrow. Junior Sister will read through them and select 100 better craftsmanship pieces for me."
Wang Yingzi said: "That's too simple. I have nothing to do."
After seeing Wang Jingshu off, Wang Yingzi and her sisters returned to their house. Wang Siren still hadn't returned, and Zhang Yuan didn't go in. He returned to Shanyin with Wu Ling, but Yang Shixiang and Jin Bozong had indeed returned first.
After lunch, Zhang Yuan went to the front hall to read the 500 articles on craftsmanship brought by Yang Shixiang. Before he could read a few articles, Lu Yunpeng and Liu Xiucai came to discuss with Zhang Yuan the matter of Yanghe Yicang. Lu Yun
Peng took out an account book and reported to Zhang Yuan the donated money and grain received by Zhiyang and Yicang, totaling 853 taels of silver and 2370 shi of rice. Zhang Rushuang's consent was obtained last time, because Yicang had not yet
After it was completed, all the money and grain collected were handed over to Xi Zhang for temporary safekeeping.
The lame Liu Xiucai is a loyal old man, and Lu Yunpeng is also an upright man. Zhang Yuan felt relieved to let them two serve as company vice presidents. He only asked them to announce the money and food they received regularly, and they must report where the money and food are used in the future.
Records must be made public as soon as possible, and charity warehouses cannot rely entirely on donations, and we cannot just sit back and have nothing for this year. Next year, a charity rice bank will be established to adjust food supplies.
Lu Yunpeng and Liu Xiucai had just left, and Magistrate Qian sent someone to Zhang Yuan to discuss something. After Zhang Yuan left, Yang Shixiang and Jin Bozong looked at each other. Zhang Yuan's affairs were too complicated, so he chose eight-legged essays and commented on them.
When will it be done well? Yang Shixiang came all the way here just to wait for Zhang Yuan to select and take it back to Qingpu for engraving. He couldn't stay here for a long time. Yang Shixiang was a little worried.
Zhang Yuan came back from the county office in the evening. The county magistrate told him that he had gone there to discuss with the gentry and rich people of the county about the landowners' relief to the tenant farmers. It was already early July, and the early rice harvest was a foregone conclusion. It was estimated that Shanyin County had about
A quarter of the rice fields will yield no grains. As a result, the tenant farmers are not only unable to afford the rent, but even eating is about to become a problem. We must inform the wealthy landowners to reduce or reduce the rent of the tenant farmland, and those who are living in poverty must help themselves.
, Do not let people starve to death or flee from famine. At the same time, Shanyin County also reported the disaster to Shaoxing Prefecture and Zhejiang Province step by step, requesting the court to provide disaster relief and exempt Shanyin from taxes as appropriate. The next morning, Yang Shixiang and Jin Bozong followed Zhang with * gifts.
Yuan went to Kuaiji to meet Wang Siren. Wang Siren agreed to write a preface to the selected works, but he had to read and write the selected works after Zhang Yuan had reviewed them. Wang Yingzi sent a maid out to take in the 300 eight-part essays that Zhang Yuan had brought.
When Yingzi was reading the eight-part essay, Wang Siren also saw it, smiled, and said nothing. Wang Jingshu also helped read it. Wang Jingshu was good at poetry and poetry. Although she was not as good as her younger sister Yingzi in terms of classics and history, Wang Siren, as a master of eight-part essays, Wang Siren
The eldest daughter, Wang Jingshu still has good eyesight. The three hundred articles were about more than 100,000 words. Wang Jingshu and Wang Yingzi spent a day browsing through them and selected 100 articles. In the next two days, Wang Yingzi also wrote about
A brief review was made of the one hundred eight-part essays selected, and on the evening of July 5th, someone was sent to deliver the artistic manuscripts to Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan was also concentrating on selecting articles in the study room in the west building for the past few days. He had 200 articles here, and he selected 60 of them. Of these 60 articles, he has commented on 50 articles. He received the article sent by Wang Yingzi.
I immediately read a few reviews of the art book carefully and then compared it with the original text. I was overjoyed that Junior Sister Yingzi’s commentaries were as discerning as him. This saved me some trouble, so I finished the remaining ten art reviews overnight.
On the sixth day of the lunar month, I spent a whole day adding some comments to the 100 craftsmanship articles reviewed by Wang Yingzi and transcribing them clearly. In the evening of that day, I took out the selected 120 craftsmanship articles together with the comments and gave them to Yang Shixiang.
After carefully reading more than ten comments, I was overjoyed. I even praised Zhang Yuan for his amazing talent. It took only five days to select the 500 articles. Moreover, the comments were exquisite and he had unique insights into breaking and carrying the topic, which can be called eight-legged writing.
The wonderful tips of writing are really helpful for learning the art of making.
Yang Shixiang concluded that this volume of contemporary anthology would be a big seller!