Yasao Text Chapter 217 A flying crane flies through the clouds
Chen Jiru loved flowers. He lived in seclusion in the south of Xiaokun Mountain in his early years. He built a temple to worship Erlu (Lu Ji and Lu Yun). He begged for famous flowers from all over and planted them in front of the hall. He said: "I am poor, so I can entertain Mr. Er with this." Because of his name.
"Flower Begging Ground" is so elegant.
After the death of his parents, Chen Jiru moved to Dongshe Mountain and built Wuxian Cottage, Lai Yi Hall, Leike Hall, Wanxiang Hall, Yifuxuan, and Linxia Garden by the Waterside. At this time, Chen Jiru no longer worried about money.
Although he is not an official, although he is excellent in calligraphy and painting, he does not make money by refining calligraphy and painting like Dong Qichang, let alone rely on his fame and power. So where is Chen Jiru's way of making money? He can actually build a large residence in Dongsheshan, make friends with famous people, and travel around the mountains and rivers
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Chen Jiru was a very smart man. He saw through the strife in the officialdom, so he burned his Confucian crown and was determined to become an official. However, he was not an arrogant scholar or a lonely hermit. It was not that he did not like wealth, but he just did not want to be burdened by wealth.
, He is not willing to be a hermit who starves to death while plucking weeds in Shouyang Mountain. Chen Jiru’s way of making money is printing books. His Baoyan Hall is the largest bookstore in Jiangnan. He is the editor-in-chief of Baoyan Hall.
"Secret Notes" is published in two volumes a month, and more than 400 volumes have been published in the past 20 years. "Secret Notes of Baoyan Hall" is an encyclopedia-like book, covering everything from classics and history to medical divination and astrology, as well as various notebooks and novels.
In short, these books were sold all over the country because they catered to the preferences of scholars in the late Ming Dynasty and Chen Ruji's reputation. It can be said that Chen Jiru was the most successful bookseller in the late Ming Dynasty——
There is a type of book that Chen Jiru's Baoyan Hall does not print, and that is the art-making literature. This is Chen Jiru's arrogant side, and also his smart side, because other types of books are enough for him to make money, and he leaves eight-part essays for others.
Booksellers make money. They avoid being jealous. With the strong financial backing of Baoyan Hall, Chen Jiru can not be fettered by fame, travel around, enjoy the pleasures of life, and enjoy the fun of life——
On the morning of May 18th, Zhang Yuan and his eldest brother Zhang Dai crossed Sheshan Mountain from Lu's Manor to Chen Jiru's "East Sheshan Residence". Accompanying them were Mu Jingyan, Mu Zhenzhen and his daughter, Wu Ling, and two Westerners.
Servant, Zhang Dai kept telling Zhang Yuan anecdotes about Chen Meigong. Standing on the top of Sheshan Mountain, looking at the pavilions and houses looming in the green trees at the east foot of the mountain, Zhang Dai stopped to rest and said leisurely: "Meson, when I think about meeting Chen Meigong.
My desire for fame and progress has melted away. In fact, I would rather imitate Chen Meigong and become such a free hermit. I can enjoy delicious food and tea, calligraphy and calligraphy to maintain my health, and live a happy life."
Zhang Yuan thought: "It's time for Mr. Chen Mei to catch up. He lived to be over eighty and died before the Ding Revolution. Big brother, you can't do that." He said with a smile: "Brother is a rich man. He has such a beautiful maid and a prostitute. Mr. Chen Mei is very capable.
Singing."
Zhang Dai laughed loudly: "The talented and charming young man is listening to Yuge upstairs. Even Chen Meigong was very lustful when he was young. That's what my eldest father said. Meigong didn't talk about health preservation until he was forty years old, so I'd better wait until he is four years old."
Go back to hermitage after you are ten years old. If you don’t have a deep taste of the world, how can you have the thought of transcending the world? So we are not just hermits. Even those monks and Taoists who have become monks since childhood can rarely achieve the true fruition. They must go through the world of mortals before they can do it.
Able to transcend enlightenment.”
Zhang Yuan also laughed. What he said is quite insightful. He has indeed lived like this all his life. Before the age of fifty, he experienced all the prosperity. After the age of fifty, he became as miserable as an old monk. Only then did he write something that is both simple and magnificent.
The affectionate and detached "Memories of Tao'an", "Dream of the West Lake", Cao Xueqin wrote "Dream of Red Mansions" because of this situation. The creation of immortal works also has its own luck. It seems to have already existed, just waiting for the right person to take it.
It is written -
On the top of Sheshan Mountain, Zhang Dai suddenly figured out that he would retire to seclusion after the age of forty. He couldn't help but feel great. This would give him a reason to live and drink. He walked briskly down the mountain road while singing: "Although beauty is good, she has the three treasures of spirit and spirit.
They have all been stolen by wild foxes. The eyebrows are wrinkled, the waist is curled, and the make-up is heavy and light, making you look haggard. A flower arrow is secretly shot, and the hero is shot, but he falls on the string. The disease is entangled, and he has no time to pray for a doctor. The sexual skills mislead people.
Quite a few, these troubles can be dealt with by oneself. To replenish one's energy and brain, one should start early. If one puts aside his ordinary mind and visits the immortals, he will never grow old in learning."
This is "Song of Caution" by Chen Jiru.
Chen Jiru loved flowers, especially plums and orchids. He lived in Sheshan for ten years and planted thousands of plums around his house. He even chose a cool and quiet place to plant a large number of orchids, including all rare varieties. It was midsummer in May, and Jianlan
, the Pearl Orchid is in full bloom, and there are also jasmine, hollyhocks, and rhododendrons, all of which are colorful and colorful. Zhang Yuan and Zhang Dai can enjoy endless views along the way. There are also various birds in the forest, chirping, singing gracefully, and looking up.
At that time, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, the sunlight leaks through, and the colors are shining. I can only hear the chirping of birds in my ears, but I can’t see where the birds are hiding——
Wu Ling also praised: "Chen Meigong enjoys it so much. Who wouldn't want to be such a hermit?"
Zhang Dai laughed: "Xiao Wu, is it so easy to be a hermit? Meigong has a famous saying, 'It's not that idle people can't have idle time, and idle people don't wait for idle people'."
Zhang Yuandao said: "Senior scholars like Meigong are rare in the world. Dong Qichang lives in the world, while Chen Meigong lives in the mountains and forests. Dong Qichang hires ghostwriters for calligraphy and painting requests. Chen Meigong only gives calligraphy and painting to close friends. Compared with Chen Meigong, Dong Qichang is unscrupulous."
He thought: "Both Dong Qichang and Chen Jiru died at the age of eighty-two. It is said that Dong Qichang asked for the woman's red shirt and embroidered jacket when he was dying. I wonder if he felt that this body was too dirty and wanted to be a woman in the next life? And Chen Meigong knew it.
The deadline is approaching, and I have been away from home for a few days. I write a letter to say goodbye to my old relatives and friends, as if I am about to travel a long distance. I write a couplet from myself: "Enlighten my feet, open my hands. I have been living in deep poverty for eighty years; I don't blame God, don't blame others, three
A thousand worlds of fish leap over a kite and fly away, throwing a pen away. How can this realm be compared to that of Dong Qichang?"
As a hermit who is well versed in the principle of protecting oneself with wisdom, Chen Jiru has impeccable conduct. Zhang Yuan admires Chen Jiru very much, but in this world, Chen Meigong is not worthy of imitation——
The mountain road was rugged, and suddenly I heard the roar of deer. Zhang Daining listened and said happily: "This must be the big-horned deer that my eldest father gave to Meigong. Haha, ten years later, Meigong still rides on the deer."
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "The child prodigy back then is now a handsome young man. I'm afraid Mei Gong won't be able to recognize him."
A group of seven people passed through the plum forest and followed the sound of deer croaking. On the right side of the mountain road, there was a mountain stream gurgling down, with dancing beads and jade splashing. The water was clear and waterless. The sound of deer croaking was heard on the other side of the mountain stream. After walking for about ten more
Zhang Yuan and his eldest brother Zhang Dai walked to the vine bridge and saw that the mountain stream surrounded them and formed a small lake at the foot of the mountain, covering an area of more than ten acres and two buildings.
The wooden building is built near the mountain, with sparse hedges as walls, forming a small courtyard. It is filled with various flowers and plants. This must be the "Waterside Forest Garden"——
Deer crowed, and a big-antlered deer came out from the bamboo fence. The sound of its hooves was loud as it walked. It walked to the lake to drink water. Then a girl in a bamboo crown and cloth robe walked out, walked to the big-antlered deer, lifted up her clothes, knelt down, and picked up a bush.
He held the water plants in his palms and fed the big-horned deer. When the docile big-horned deer was eating the water plants, his tongue licked the girl's palm, and the girl giggled -
Zhang Yuan and Zhang Dai stopped. The two brothers looked at each other. Before they could speak, the fast-talking Wu Ling lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "Master, isn't this girl the one they met in West Lake? King Yue's daughter Yin
Miss Bottle?"
Zhang Yuan laughed and scolded: "Nonsense, he is obviously a human being."
The big-horned deer was alert and noticed Zhang Yuan's seven people, tilting their heads to look at it. The deer's mouth was still holding the bunch of water plants, chewing it every move. The girl in the bamboo crown and cloth robe also turned to look over. The sun was shining brightly, and the girl squinted.
The eyes are covered with eyelashes, the eyebrows are slightly furrowed, the skin color is like jade under the sunlight, the waist is slender under the cloth robe, the face is full of peach blossoms, and the beauty is unparalleled——
Is the woman I met ten days ago by the broken bridge in the West Lake really the one in front of me? Zhang Yuan and Zhang Dai are both short-sighted and cannot see clearly on a moonlit night. But the girl in front of me is so beautiful that I am not sure for a moment.
Although the costumes are similar, after all, one is in the West Lake and the other is in Huating Sheshan hundreds of miles away——
Zhang Yuan's eyesight is poor, but his hearing is amazing and he has an unforgettable memory. He immediately took a few steps forward, raised his hands to the girl and said, "Zhang Yuan, I'm here to visit Mr. Mei with my eldest brother."
The girl returned the gift lightly, said "Oh", looked at Zhang Yuan, Zhang Dai looked at him, and suddenly raised his voice: "Uncle Yao——"
Hearing the sound of footsteps, several people lined up and came out, holding long sticks in their hands, shouting: "Are you here again!"
Mu Zhenzhen stood next to Zhang Yuan in an instant, stretched his right leg, and felt the presence of the small Panlong Stick. Mu Jingyan remained calm, and Zhang Dai's two healthy servants became nervous——
Zhang Yuan heard this girl call "Uncle Yao". She was clearly the girl who asked to be ferried to the West Lake on a moonlit night. She was a fairy, a ghost, or a fox. What were these men with sticks and evil spirits trying to do?
But the girl in the bamboo crown and cloth robe laughed loudly and said to the big men: "This is not a bachelor, but Zhang Xiucai from Shanyin who is visiting Meigong."
Several big men laughed, abandoned their sticks, crossed their hands towards Zhang Yuan and Zhang Dai and said, "My lord, don't be surprised. There are often bachelors harassing you recently."
Wu Ling said: "Those bachelors are all imprisoned in Qingpu County Prison."
The girl in cloth robe with picturesque features grabbed the big-horned deer by its antlers and entered the bamboo fence gate one by one. The big man named Uncle Yao asked Zhang Yuan and Zhang Dai: "Do you have a name card for your two husbands? I can inform you."
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Zhang Dai said: "Let's just say that Mr. Zhang Suzhi's grandchildren from Shanyin are here to visit."
The big man named Uncle Yao raised his thick eyebrows and asked, "Is it Mr. Zhang Suzhi who gave the big-antlered deer to Meigong?"
Zhang Dai said: "It's the eldest father of the family."
Then Uncle Yao turned his head and said to a boy who was peeping his head by the fence gate: "Do you understand? Hurry up and report it."
The kid responded, shrank his head and ran away.
Uncle Yao invited Zhang Yuan and seven others to enter the "Waterside Forest Garden" and sit in the ear room downstairs. Zhang Yuan and Zhang Dai were looking at the flowers and plants in the garden with great interest, but the girl with a bamboo crown and cloth robe had disappeared. Zhang Yuan was really surprised.
, Zhang Dai could not guess her identity. She was in Hangzhou ten days ago, and now she appeared in Dongsheshan Residence. Is this girl a relative of Chen Meigong? As far as Zhang Dai knows, Chen Meigong has no daughter——
About half the time for tea, the young man from earlier came running up and said, "Mr. Mei is at Lei Ke Xuan. Please come and meet me."
Zhang Dai asked the servants to wait here. He and Zhang Yuan followed the young boy to Leikexuan. After walking a few steps, they found that Mu Zhenzhen had followed them.
Very loyal."
When Zhang Yuan looked back, the fallen girl blushed and said, "Young Master, I'm afraid there's something wrong with you."
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "Well, come with us and meet the famous Chen Meigong."
Zhang Dai said: "It's strange that the Huating gangsters dare to come to Meigong's villa to harass me. The Huating gangsters are raised by the Dong family. Meigong and Dong Xuanzai have a close relationship. Don't the gangsters know that?"
The boy who led the way said: "How dare those bachelors come here to pick a fight? It's just that a few bachelors passed by the day before yesterday. When they saw Wei Gu, they started talking nonsense. Uncle Yao and the others rushed out, and the bachelors fled quickly."
Zhang Dai asked: "Weigu is the girl by the lake just now, isn't she? Who is she from Meigong?"
The boy said: "He is a disciple of Meigong. He learned calligraphy and painting from Meigong."
Before Zhang Dai could ask any more questions, the boy said, "Mr. Mei is here to greet you."
When Zhang Dai and Zhang Yuan looked up, they saw a skinny old man walking out of a pavilion built against the mountain. The old man was wearing a Dongpo scarf and a straight Taoist robe. His eyebrows were very long, almost covering his eyes. He also had big bags under his eyes.
He has a goatee and a half-white beard. When he walks down the stone steps, his back is straight and his legs and feet are flexible. He is nearly sixty years old and does not look old at all——
Zhang Dai walked a few steps to the old man, bowed and saluted, "Junior Zhang Dai pays homage to Mr. Mei."
Zhang Yuan came out and saluted: "Junior Zhang Yuan pays homage to Meigong."
This old man was Chen Jiru, and he said with a smile: "Little friend Zhang Dai, we have not seen each other for ten years. The boy with loose hair in the past has become a handsome young man. He is so clever and talented that I will never forget him till now."
Zhang Dai did not expect that Chen Jiru still remembered the couplet, and said with shame: "The boy is ignorant and has no words to express. I have already secretly regretted it."
Chen Jiru said with a smile: "Children speak quickly and see their true intentions, so there is nothing to regret. The year before last, I was teaching calligraphy and painting to King Jingshi's son in Taicang King Jingshi's house. When someone asked him face to face why he didn't go to the mountains since he is a mountain man, my expression did not change."
Zhang Dai said: "How do you know how noble your father-in-law is?"
Zhang Yuandao said: "Snobbishness and splendor are everywhere. Those who are not close to you are pure. Meigong travels around and is not stained, and he is truly pure."
Chen Jiru turned to look at Zhang Yuan, a little surprised, and asked Zhang Dai: "Is this your cousin, Zhang Baosheng's son?"
Zhang Dai hurriedly said: "Mr. Mei, this is my brother Zhang Yuan and Zhang Jiezi——"
Chen Jiru's long eyebrows twitched and he suddenly said: "Haha, he has been famous for a long time. Xiao Sanyuan of Shaoxing, a disciple of Taishi Jiao, has the ability to remember what he has heard, and even beat the Second Young Master Dong."
Zhang Yuan crossed his hands and said: "I'm ashamed. This junior is famous for beating people, so he has gained a bad reputation."
Chen Jiru said with a smile: "Dong Gong's second son is a dandy. It must be that he was rude first. Young people are at the mercy of chivalrous people. Some disputes are nothing. Dong Gong is also very magnanimous and does not blame you for beating his son."
Zhang Yuan thought to himself: "Dong Qichang is extremely magnanimous. He has nothing to do with me for the time being. He wrote a letter to Wang Tixue and wanted Wang Tixue to suppress me in an attempt to prevent me from becoming a scholar."
Of course, it is inconvenient to say these words when meeting Chen Jiru for the first time. Zhang Yuan said: "This junior is a little reckless. My uncle knew that I was coming to Qingpu, so he specially told this junior to come and listen to Meigong's teachings."
Chen Jiru said with a smile: "How dare you - how is Su Weng doing these days?"
Zhang Dai said: "My eldest father is in good health and keeps reading every day."
Chen Jiru smiled and said: "I'm so confused. I've been standing here talking for so long. Please, please -"
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