Chapter 200 Apricot flowers fall in the sound of wooden fish
In the dark night, Wang Yingzi looked at Zhang Yuan listening attentively and couldn't help but smile.
Ask: "What did senior brother hear?"
Zhang Yuan said: "Hear what I can hear." This is the truth.
Wang Yingzi thought: "Some sounds cannot be heard with the ears." He asked: "Brother, have you ever heard the sound of apricot trees withering, or the sound of apricot trees falling in the sound of wooden fish?"
Zhang Yuan thought to himself: "This is synesthesia. Junior Sister Yingzi is a female poet. This kind of feeling is difficult for ordinary people to achieve." He smiled and said: "You know how much flowers fall in dreams. How can a monk understand it? Just break the wooden fish."
Wang Yingzi called him senior brother, and Xinghuā Temple was nearby. Zhang Yuanzhen felt that Xiao Ran had a Zen feel about him——
Wang Yingzi said with a smile: "Senior Brother's words are quite rhyming, but they are like half a piece of Huanxi yarn." His voice became softer and he said: "Senior Brother Jiezi, you have the ability to remember what you have heard, so the sound you just heard will be heard many years later.
Can you still remember it?" Wang Yingzi felt that this moment was worth remembering. It may seem ordinary, but it is very important to her.
Zhang Yuan's heart was very quiet at this time, and he said: "Many years later, if someone reminds me, I will remember it. If no one mentions it, it seems difficult to remember it for no reason."
Wang Yingzi said "hmm" and said: "Skillful people work hard, but wise people worry. Senior brother, I have needs and requests. Things are too annoying. I'm afraid it will be difficult to remember this moment in the future. Let me help you remember it."
For some reason, Zhang Yuan's mind instantly flashed back to the scene where Wang Ying's concubine cried while caressing the bamboo in the bamboo forest of the garden last year. Now, the thought of Junior Sister Yingzi saying in a very calm tone that she had given up the thought of being the number one scholar made people even more shocked.
However, Wang Yingzi was moved and said again: "I know that senior brother has great ambitions. Now that he has become a scholar, he is like a dragon entering the sea. He will not be here for a long time. It will be difficult to meet senior brother in the future. It is really melancholy."
Wang Yingzi is very straightforward. This is what she thinks in her heart, and she doesn't feel that she can't say it.
Zhang Yuandao: "Teacher, I will come to visit you often~" Suddenly he thought that Junior Sister Yingzi is the same age as him, already seventeen years old this year, and should be talking about getting married. Junior Sister's words tonight were a bit strange, it seemed like a kind of farewell, really
is that so?
A maid walked out of the wall door and said, "Second Miss, my wife is looking for you."
Wang Yingzi said: "Senior brother, I'll go in then. I wish my senior brother a good success in the provincial examination." With a blessing, he walked through the wall gate and left.
Zhang Yuan stood alone under the big locust tree in front of Teacher Wang's door for a while, then turned around and walked out. The old disciple of the Wang Mansion picked out a lantern and came out and said: "Mr. Zhang, it's getting dark, pick a lantern to light the way.
Miss ordered." He looked around and shouted: "1 Xiao Wu, 1 Xiao Wu, come here and hold the lantern."
Wu Ling ran over and took the lantern and asked: "Master, are you going to Baima Mountain?" Wu Ling called going to Shang Mansion to go to Baima Mountain. Although Wu Ling was looking forward to performing "The Romance of the West Chamber", but because of the little girl around Shang Danran,
Your servant Yun Jinwuling is now extremely enthusiastic about going to Baima Mountain.
Zhang Yuan said: "Let's go tomorrow, it's too late now."
Wu Ling said "Oh", a little disappointed, and picked up a lantern to light the way. The master and the servant walked past the Xinghua Temple. Zhang Yuan stopped in front of the Xinghua Temple. Seeing that the young master had stopped, Wu Ling took the lantern to shine at the flower tree and said
: "Master, these apricot flowers are almost gone. The ground is covered with white flowers, like snow."
When the apricot flowers bloom, they are red and white, and when they fall, they are all white, just like snow falling in April. Wang Anshi wrote in a poem: "A wave of spring water surrounds the flower, and the shadows of the flowers are enchanting, each occupying the spring. Even if it is blown into snow by the spring wind,
It is better than Nanmo being crushed into dust."
The evening classes for the monks at Xinghuā Temple were over, and the sound of Buddhist monks and fishes was quietly disappearing. Zhang Yuan turned around and looked in front of Teacher Wang's door. The wall door was closed, and of course the dim yellow light blanket that had been spread out also disappeared. Zhang Yuan shook his head and took a step forward.
Soon we arrived at the Yuewang Bridge——
The night in Mengxia is neither cool nor dry. Looking down from the bridge, the river is sinking, and the lights of the night boats reflect the bodàng flow of the water. This year's summer wheat harvest in Shaoxing is acceptable, and the famine has been overcome. The continuous lights and misty lights on both sides of the Fu River
The sheng song showed that the prosperous Jiangnan was still a peaceful scene. Zhang Yuan slowed down and Xiao Sanyuan's high spirits calmed down at this time. He felt that there were too many things to do and he was in a hurry. Did he miss anything? This year's apricot flowers
It has already fallen. When the flowers, shadows, and enchanting girls take their respective seasons next year, I'm afraid Junior Sister Yingzi will no longer be able to talk to him face to face by this wall door, right?
Heartache!
At the first quarter of the morning on April 25th, Zhejiang Daoti academic officer Wang Bian received 520 new students from Shaoxing Prefecture in the examination hall. In order to prevent fraud, these students had to write an essay in front of the audience.
The question preparation technique has a time limit of one hour. This exam is called Dafu. At the same time, these 520 students have submitted their previous county and prefecture examination papers to review the Dafu and Dafu test papers.
Look at whether the handwriting matches. As for the eight-legged essay on the Four Books and Eight Parts written in this Great Reconstruction, as long as it is not too bad, it will generally not be discarded——
Before noon, the examination was completed, and no one among the 520 candidates was dismissed due to discrepancies in handwriting. Everyone was happy, so the academic officer assigned these new students to the prefecture schools and county schools.
, Zhang Yuan did not want to stay in the Fu School, and the Shaoxing Fu School professor seemed to be colder than Sun Jiaoyu from the Shanyin County School, so Wang Tixue assigned Zhang Yuan to teach under Sun Jiaoyu, which was a good idea.
Those who are top six in the examination can choose whether to study in the prefecture or the county, and they will be first-class junior students as soon as they enter school. They will have one or two silver of tuition money per month, which is living expenses. In addition to the senior students themselves, they can also be exempted.
The allocation of duties for Erding in the family has been decided. The newly admitted students will fill in the personal statement and the instructor will issue a seal in class.
After the formalities were completed, Wang Tixue gave the new students a hairpin ceremony. Each of the five hundred and twenty students had square scarves and thick blouses, with two golden flowers inserted sideways, full of ambition and high spirits.
In the afternoon, 80 new students from Shanyin County, headed by Zhang Shou, went to the county to study and worship Confucius. The leader, Zhang Yuan, wore a brand-new thick shirt, a bookcase-like square scarf with gold flowers inserted at an angle, and rode a horse.
The third brother Zhang E borrowed his white horse, with colorful flags in front to open the way, and yellow caps behind him, from the government office to the teaching field, and then to Shanyin Confucianism outside Guangxiang Bridge. Along the way, people rushed to watch the new talents. This time
Qi Biaojia, the child prodigy who ranked second in the Taoist examination, also rode a big white horse with the support of two healthy servants. Riding a white horse was the most beautiful thing when traveling on Pankua Street. Of course, Shanyin City could not have so many white horses, so the yellow horse,
Red horses, black horses, and miscellaneous horses were all brought out for riding, and those who could not ride horses had to walk——
When passing through the cross street, Zhang's mother, Lu Shi, Zhang Ruoxi and others were already waiting at the fortune-telling shop of Qingmoshan people. In addition to Yi Ting, Mu Zhenzhen and Tu Ting, there was also a young man wearing a curtain hat and veil.
The girl stood next to Zhang's mother, Lu, and spoke softly to Zhang's mother, Lu -
From a distance, Lu Chun and Lu Jie saw Uncle Zhang Yuan riding a big white horse, clad in red and colorful clothes. They were so happy that they stretched their necks and stood on tiptoes and shouted: "Uncle, uncle, I want to ride a horse."
"I want to ride a horse even more, uncle, let me ride first."
Zhang Ruoxi supported her mother and looked at her younger brother Zhang Yuan on the white horse. She was overjoyed and turned to Lu Chun,
Lu Jie and others said: "Your uncle is a scholar now, so he can ride a white horse. If you don't read or read, you can't ride a white horse."
The two little brothers clamored to study and become literate——
When Zhang Yuan saw his mother, he jumped off his horse to greet her. He saw the girl in a green lotus dress next to his mother. Even though she was covered with a veil, he could recognize who it was. He said in surprise: "Dan Ran, why are you here!"
Dan Ran felt blessed and said with a smile: "Come and see Zhang Lang Kua Street."
Zhang's mother, Lu, looked at her son in a square scarf and thick blouse and the beautiful and elegant Miss Shang. She felt as if she was drunk. She was so happy that she couldn't help but urge her son: "Hurry up and get on the horse. The people behind are waiting."
"The team of scholars from Kua Street arrived outside the Lingxing Gate of the Academy. Zhang Yuan and others dismounted and were led by Sun Jiaoyu and Zhu Xun across the half-moon-shaped Panchi Bridge.
Only those with meritorious status as members of the Communist Party of China can go, but ordinary people cannot go. The eighty new scholars filed across the bridge, entered the Dacheng Hall, worshiped Confucius, and then went to the Confucian Minglun Hall to see Sun Jiaoyu. Sun Jiaoyu
Read out the eight prohibitions in the "Women's Tablet Inscription", such as students are not allowed to discuss the government affairs indiscriminately, and they are not allowed to visit the government unless it is an important matter. These prohibitions have long become empty words. Students love to talk about government affairs, and students love to control the red tape.
After a busy day, Houzhi County finally hosted a banquet for the newly admitted students. It was already midnight when Zhang Yuan returned home. It used to be a sparse bamboo fence gate, but now it is a wall gate with woven bamboo horizontal panels.
You can see the light leaking from the entrance hall through the bamboo fence, which is very interesting. But now there are two large lanterns hanging high, giving it the atmosphere of a wealthy family.
Two of the four wall doors were open. Before Zhang Yuan and Wu Ling entered, they heard the big stone in the wall door shouting: "Why are you here again? I know your name is Laifu, but my young master said, no
Collect slaves - you hurry out, if you don't go out I will call you Uncle Mu -" Wu Ling smiled and said: "Master, that Laifu is here again. He has been wandering around nearby for the past two days and refuses to leave."
Zhang Yuan entered the door, and Laifu quickly knelt down and said: "Master, Master Jiezi, the villain Laifu lives by the Changsheng Bridge in Huating. Because the house was occupied by Dong Zuyuan, he is homeless. I beg the master to take him in. The master dares to hit Dong Zuchang. Xiaoren
People admire him so much that they come all the way to join him."
Zhang Yuandao: "So you are from Huating. Are you originally a slave of the Dong family?"
Laifu said: "I am an innocent person, not a slave of the Dong family. I have a road guide. Master, please take a look." Zhang Yuan took the road guide and looked at it. This Laifu is a bamboo craftsman and is a craftsman.
, he cross-examined Laifu a few times, but didn't notice any flaws, and said: "Laifu, your origin is unknown. I can't take you in. I'll help you with a few hundred coins to pay for your expenses. You should go back to Huating to make a living."
Laifu cried loudly and knelt down, refusing to get up.
Zhang Yuan said: "You go back to Huating first. I will go to Huating in a few days. When I visit you and find that you are really kind, I will take you in. There will be no lies." He asked Wu Ling to take 500 Wen and give it to Laifu, and then asked him to give it to Laifu.
Cuigu brought ten yellow cakes to Laifu, who kowtowed and said, "Master Zhang, I'm waiting for you at the Changsheng Bridge in Huating. Master, I'll go first." After kowtowing three times, he got up and went out.