On Chinese Valentine's Day, the new moon was like a hook. Zhang Yuan sat alone by the hidden spring on Baima Mountain, listening to the woman's faint laughter coming from the other end of the chrysanthemum. It was Shang Danran and several maids who set up melons, fruits, wine and food to worship the moon hair by the bamboo pavilion.
Coincidentally, the Chinese Valentine's Day is the Women's Day, a festival for begging for cleverness. Men are not allowed to be present when young girls worship the moon and pray, so Zhang Yuan went to sit by the hidden spring, hugged his knees, and looked at the sky. Zhang Yuan went to teacher Wang Siren's house this morning to see him off.
When Yang Shixiang came to Shanyin for fifty taels of silver, he gave Zhang Yuan a reward of one hundred and fifty taels for selecting manuscripts. He was very happy to see Zhang Yuan finish selecting and commenting on manuscripts last night, and took the money again.
I came out with twenty taels of silver and asked Zhang Yuan to give it to Mr. Wang Jizhong tomorrow as a polish for the preface. Zhang Yuan accepted it and added thirty taels himself to make fifty taels. He took the silver to see Teacher Wang this morning. Wang Siren laughed.
Said: "Isn't Qingpu Yang Xiucai afraid of losing money? He spends so generously!", and said: "You can take this money back as a donation to Yanghe Yicang."
Zhang Yuandao: "Yanghe Yicang has not accepted donations from people outside the county yet, and the people who will be rescued will only be the people of Shanyin County. If the teacher wants to donate, he should only donate it to Kuaiji."
Wang Siren said: "That's right." He ordered the steward to collect the money and asked Zhang Yuan to keep the selected manuscript and pick up the preface two days later.
After having lunch at Teacher Wang’s house, he took Wu Ling to visit Shang and Zhoude. Shang and Zhoude had just returned from an inspection tour of the countryside. They lamented that the drought was serious. Drought relief was the top priority for the people of Kuaiji and Shanyin counties.
The little red lantern came slowly, and Shang Danran's voice sounded like a shengxiao: "Master Zhang, Master Zhang"
Zhang Yuan responded, "I'm over here." He stood up and went up to meet him. When he saw Shang Danran coming with a lantern, but the servants and maids did not follow him, he felt very happy. He took Shang Danran's hand and asked with a smile:
"Who is the first to thread the needle?" The girl in the Qixi Festival threads the nine-hole needle with a five-colored thread. The one who goes in first is lucky.
Shang Danran smiled and said: "The maids are all letting me go." His eyes were a little dodgey, thinking about what Zhang Yuan said that day, so he asked: "Zhang Lang, has your friend in Qingpu gone back?" Zhang Yuan said:
"I'll go back in a few days." He took the delicate little lantern and hung it on the branch by the spring. He took Shang Danran and sat down on the bluestone by the pool. He held Shang Danran's soft little hands in his palms and said, "I don't know what's going on in the sky.
Are the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl holding hands and looking at each other like you and me?"
Shang Danran didn't say anything. He put his hand in Zhang Yuan's palm, feeling warm and slightly wet, and his heart was "thumping". He asked: "Zhang Lang is well-educated. Do you know that the meeting on the dove bridge is true?"
Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "There may be no reason, but love has its own truth." The two people didn't speak for a long time, just holding hands, looking at each other in the night, feeling the true love under the starlight, the two people got closer and closer.
, with a slight touch of his legs, Shang Danran's body stiffened, he leaned up slightly, and said in a very thin voice: "Zhang Langyi" Zhang Yuan took out a hand and hugged Shang Danran, but felt that the dress was thin, the waist was slender, and the gap between
Wearing two layers of gauze, you can still feel the warmth and softness of your skin. From the waist down, the graceful arc expands sharply, which is the plump and round mound. If you touch it gently, you will breathe lightly, and the breasts in your arms will
His body trembled slightly, and he placed a hand on his chest to hold him back. Zhang Yuan did not dare to move much, just hugging each other and saying some vague love words. It was an early autumn night, and it was in the mountains again. The weather was already a little cool.
Suddenly, the stars were falling like raindrops. I don't know how long it took. I heard a maid calling, and the two separated. Shang Danran responded: "I'm here." Zhang Yuan took off the lantern and took a photo, and Shang Danran
With bright eyes and a blushing face, Fang Wu Shang said calmly, "Mr. Zhang, let's go down the mountain." Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "I really want to sit here all night." He held a lantern and pointed fingers at Shang Danran.
Link each other back to the bamboo pavilion.
Seven or eight maids and servants had packed up their utensils and went down the mountain with Zhang Yuan and Shang Danran. Wu Ling was waiting at the foot of the mountain.
It was already midnight when Zhang Yuan returned to Dongzhang Mansion by carriage. When he got off the car in front of the bamboo fence gate, the person who answered the door was Mu Zhenzhen. He said with a joyful face: "Master, look at the sky." He pointed to the sky.
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Zhang Yuan looked up and saw that the night sky, which was originally bright with stars, was now covered with clouds, and the hooked moon that was setting in the west was also hidden in the clouds. Mu Zhenzhen asked with great joy: "Master, will it rain now?" Zhang Yuan thought to himself.
"Can it rain with such a cloud?" He said with a smile: "Go to sleep quickly, maybe the river will be full of water tomorrow morning." He asked again: "How many days do you Water Margin heroes have to pray for rain?" Mu Zhenzhen said.
: "There are seven days in total, and tomorrow is the last day."
Zhang Yuan said: "I really hope for a timely rain.
That night, Mu Zhenzhen fell asleep with full expectations. He listened to the sound of the patio on his pillow, hoping to hear the "rustling" sound of rain the next moment.
Is this imitating Bailuo Xuejing to grind his teeth?
Mu Zhenzhen got up early the next morning. There was no sign of rain in the patio. He looked up at the square sky. It was still blue and clear. The clouds from last night were gone. Mu Zhenzhen was very disappointed and thought to himself: "Today is the day."
It’s the last day to pray for rain, and the Dragon King still refuses to let it rain?”
Zhang Yuan was upstairs in the west, looking at the dazed fallen girl by the patio downstairs, and thought to himself, at this time, the people were very pious in praying for rain. In the thirteenth year of Wanli, there was a severe drought in the capital. The emperor even went to the extravaganza in person for more than ten years.
Going to the Temple of Heaven to pray for rain is also a kind of belief and determination that man can conquer heaven. The drought in Shaoxing will definitely pass. I just hope that this day will come soon."
On the afternoon of the ninth day of the lunar month, Zhang Yuan went to Teacher Wang's residence in Kuaiji. The old disciple said that the master, his wife, and the eldest lady had all gone to the garden. The master had told Mr. Zhang to go to the study room in the front yard to pick up the manuscript if he came.
Zhang Yuan went to the study room in the front yard and saw a stack of manuscripts held down by a sapphire paperweight. The top piece of paper was the preface written by Wang Siren for this eight-legged essay selection. Zhang Yuan read the preface and laughed while reading it.
, Teacher Wang also wrote such a short preface of hundreds of words in such a clever and interesting way - "The article is more wonderful than the sky, where is the text of the sky?" He said: Its spirit is in the sky, its health is spinning, its bones are green, and its essence is there.
The rhythm of the sun is in the snow and the moon, its beauty is in the clouds, its screams and wild monsters are in the wind and thunder, and its changes, trance, separation and unpredictability are in the clouds..."
"Senior Brother Jiezi"
Wang Yingzi wears three buns, wears a pea green rimmed gold and red heart armor, and a white silk skirt. She is light and neat, and stands pretty in front of the study door.
"Ah, Junior Sister Yingzi, didn't Junior Sister go to the refuge garden?" Zhang Yuan asked.
Wang Yingzi walked in, smiled and said: "I didn't go, I was just waiting for you to pick up the manuscript and talk to you." He sat down on a square chair next to the desk and asked: "Senior brother, this is the election.
How much money did the government get?"
Zhang Yuan also sat down and said with a smile: "One hundred and twenty taels, what, junior sister wants to divide it up?" Wang Yingzi smiled and said: "Didn't you send us fifty taels of silver the day before yesterday? My father knows very well.
My sister and I’s writing skills are all in it, too.
Zhang Yuan said: "I want to buy some gifts for my senior sister and junior sister, but I don't know what to buy for fear of being rude." Wang Yingzi looked at Zhang Yuan and said with a smile: "I won't be polite. I heard that you are inviting friends from the same clan.
I asked a mirrormaker in Hangzhou to make a telescope. If you have finished it, please give me a telescope."
Zhang Yuan said: "The telescope has not been made yet, but there is already a crystal incense mirror that can hold fire against the sun. I will send someone an incense mirror tomorrow. After the telescope is made, I will also give one to my junior sister."
Wang Yingzi said happily: "That's good, it's settled." He then asked: "Brother, how are you reading the Spring and Autumn Classics?" Zhang Yuan said: "I don't have time to study these days, and there are still many books I haven't read."
Wang Yingzi said: "I have recently read nearly forty volumes of books on the meaning of the Spring and Autumn Annals, such as "Chun Qiu Ci", "Chun Zuo Fu Yi", and "Zuo Zhuan Commentary". These books are all clichés.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t read it, senior brother. Only Lu Zuqian’s Zuo Shi Boyi, Huang Zufu’s Spring and Autumn Questions and Wang Li’s Spring and Autumn Ci Ming are helpful to the scientific examination. The rest are all duplicates of each other, and it will be useless if you read too much.
It’s the same thing.”
Zhang Yuan said happily, "Thank you, junior sister, for your advice." Wang Yingzi smiled widely and said, "How dare you give me advice, senior fellow apprentice, it's just a suggestion."
The brother and sister were discussing "Spring and Autumn" in the study. Wang Yingzi had read far more books on "Spring and Autumn" than Zhang Yuan. He had even read the 70-volume "Commentary and Commentary on Three Biography of Spring and Autumn".
Zhang Yuan, as for Zhang Yuan, has more cutting-edge ideas. The two of them talked with great interest and felt full and happy. It was really a wonderful feeling.
Wang Siren came back in the evening, and Zhang Yuan hurriedly said goodbye. Wang Siren saw his daughter's baby-like posture, her eyes were smiling and her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was dry when she spoke. He asked her if her daughter had been talking to Zhang Yuan all afternoon.
, it was very inspiring to learn from each other. Wang Siren shook his head and thought: "The fate between Zhang Yuan and Yingzi is not over yet, there will be a breakdown next time. Let's see if there is a way to achieve both in the world?"
Wang Siren was deeply influenced by Li Zhuowu's thoughts. He believed that dressing and eating were the physics of human ethics. He was critical of the ethics of Confucius and Mencius, so he often made angry and unrestrained remarks. He also did not think there was anything good about Zhang Yuan's relationship with his daughter Yingzi.
The fuss was, of course, mainly because Wang Siren admired Zhang Yuan as a good student, and deep down in his heart, he still had the secret psychology of treating Zhang Yuan as his son-in-law, which even he himself was not aware of. So when it comes to Zhang Yuan's encounter
He is really lucky to have a master like Wang Siren. If it had been anyone else,
I had beaten him out with a big stick a long time ago, and even though he was already engaged, he was still entangled with his daughter’s senior brother and sister. How unbecoming is this!
On the tenth day of July, before Yang Shixiang and Jin Bozong left Shanyin, Fan Wenruo and Jin Langzhi from Fushui Shanfang Society in Suzhou rushed to Shanyin to visit Zhang Yuan. When they arrived in Shanyin County, they asked Zhang Yuan and Zhang Jiezi, which everyone knew
Ah, then some enthusiastic people led Fan and Jin to the front of Zhang Yuan's house in the east. Da Shitou took the name card and went in to inform. After a while, Zhang Yuan, Yang Shixiang, and Jin Bozong came out with smiles.
Xiaodao will speed up the progress of the plot appropriately, and book lovers who like Xiaodao's slow pace, please rest assured that speeding up the plot is just a little more detailed, Xiaodao will not change the writing style, at least before entering the capital, please