It was so hot last night that I couldn't sleep on my pillow. After the heavy rain, it was cool and refreshing. It was a good time to sleep at dawn. Zhang Dai and Zhang E each had their beautiful maids lying on their backs. Zhang Yuan did not have the habit of sleeping in, so he sat cross-legged on the bed and recited silently.
I read "University" with nearly 2,000 words, gathered my wild horse heart, and did twenty sit-ups, um, to train my abdominal muscles, and then got up, dressed and left the cabin——
The morning after the heavy rain was fresh and pleasant. The water in the lake was swollen. The water level was about half a foot higher than yesterday. It can be seen by comparing the pedals set up on the shore——
The sky is not bright yet, the mountains in the distance are ethereal, the flowers and trees near the shore are all wet, and they look very clean. The high-waisted porcelain vase placed on the bow of the boat exudes cyan glaze, and the lotus flowers on the vase are so delicate that they are dripping with petals.
Still shrinking from comfort, as if she was very shy, the girl Wangwei knelt down beside the small table, playing with the colors of the painting. She was painting this blooming lotus flower. It was different from the pure ink painting the day before yesterday. This time, she used small freehand brushwork and colored renderings.
, the color of this lotus is so beautiful that ink painting cannot express it——
"Good morning, Mr. Jie..."
Wang Wei put down his pen and stood up to give a blessing.
Zhang Yuan bowed and returned the gift: "Morning, Taoist in Cao Yi." Yesterday he saw Wang Wei's painting calling himself Taoist in Cao Yi.
The girl Wang slightly raised her eyebrows and said with a beautiful face: "Ah, thank you very much." Although she called herself Taoist Cao Yi, no one called her Taoist Cao Yi that way.
Zhang Yuan said: "Wait and enjoy the masterpiece - where did you see Mu Zhenzhen go?"
Wang Wei pointed towards the east bank of the lake. Zhang Yuan nodded, jumped onto the lake bank in a few steps, and walked east for half a mile. He didn't see Mu Zhenzhen. I wonder where this fallen girl was hiding to practice sticks?
Zhang Yuan didn't look for it anymore. He practiced Tai Chi twice by the lake and jumped up and down to pull willow branches——
When Zhang Yuan was practicing boxing, Wang Wei watched from a distance and was quite curious. Scholars who like to practice boxing are rare. Master Wu Xingmao likes to read military books but does not practice boxing. This Zhang Jiezi is really a strange person. He looks polite, gentle and kind.
, but he was so angry that Dong Hanlin was half-dead. He advocated an alliance with the Han Society and planned to build a bookstore. This Zhang Jiezi was by no means an ordinary person. He had great ambitions - +ya+sao+ba+hand+beat+
Over there, Zhang Yuan finished his exercise and turned around to see Mu Zhenzhen standing under a maple tree, holding a bamboo basket in his left arm, looking at him with a mixture of shyness and joy. Zhang Yuan said: "Zhenzhen, where are you running?"
Are you there so that I can find it easily?"
Mu Zhenzhen replied: "My maid is behind this grove. Master, please wash up." As he spoke, he walked closer and took tooth powder and sweat towels from the bamboo basket. Zhang Yuan saw a few strands of her hair stuck to
There is some sweat on my forehead. I must have been practicing Xiao Panlong Stick for a while.
Zhang Yuan chewed a willow branch and asked vaguely: "Zhenzhen, are you feeling better now?"
Mu Zhenzhen's face turned red. His two strong and round thighs couldn't help but clench. His heart was beating hard: What does the young master know?
Zhang Yuandao: "I'm telling you not to worry about Uncle Mu. A man as big as Uncle Mu is used to wandering around, so why should you worry about it?"
Mu Zhenzhen lowered his head, with a blush on his face, and said: "The young master is right, that is my father's ambition, and he will always have to fight hard -" - Ya - Saoda -
After Zhang Yuan washed up by the lake, he returned to the boat and ordered Laifu to go to the town to buy snacks and fruits. Zong Yishan was practicing calligraphy in the cabin, Zhang Dai and Zhang E were still sleeping soundly, and Wang Weiyou drew half a bottle with lotus on it.
The maid Huixiang cooked tea and brought one to Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan knelt down on Wang Wei's banquet and watched Wang Wei paint——
Wang Wei turned his head and looked sideways, and asked: "Did Mr. Jie Zi ever learn to paint?"
Zhang Yuandao: "If I don't learn from it, Mei Gong will not accept me."
Wang Wei smiled gracefully and said: "There is no shortage of masters in Shaoxing. Mr. Baosheng, the father of Yanke Xianggong, is a painter. The little girl once heard Mei Gong comment on the famous calligraphers and painters in the north and south."
Zhang Yuandao: "I can't even learn eight-legged writing, and I don't have the energy to dabble in calligraphy and painting."
Wang Wei thought to himself: "This is an excuse. You must have spent a lot of time on Go." He said: "Xiangong Jie is extremely smart and has exquisite conversational skills. As long as you are willing to learn, there is nothing you can't master."
Zhang Yuandao: "My ambition is not here, and I know that my talent in learning painting is limited. Even if I put in a lot of effort to learn, it will only be of average or low quality. It is better not to learn and just appreciate it."
Wang Wei put down his pen and asked seriously: "Dare you ask me about Jie Zi's ambition to become a duke?"
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "Even if you have a high official position, you are an immortal."
Wang Wei couldn't help but smile. This was Li Zhuowu's poem that ridiculed the vulgar people. Now Zhang Yuan said it frankly, which did not make her feel disgusted. He said: "Is Mr. Jie so serious about fame? But the little girl just wants to be free and care about the mountains and rivers.
Poetry, painting, silk and bamboo, freedom and freedom, whatever you want, you can do whatever you want."
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "Do you think this is freedom, Taoist Cao Yi? This is Zhuang Zhou's leisurely journey. It is absolutely impossible to have this kind of freedom in the human world. Kunpeng is big and has big limitations, but Xiaoniao is small.
There are small limitations, and there is no freedom to do whatever you want. Master, you have to do whatever you want without violating the rules. I think true freedom is that no one can force you to do something you don’t want to do. This is freedom. Of course, this kind of freedom
It seems to be there, but in fact it is not yet. No one is free in this world, everyone is shackles, and the emperor is no exception."
Wang Wei was silent, looking at Zhang Yuan with bright eyes, and said in his heart: "If you are not eager to learn and think deeply, and have a clear understanding of world affairs, you would never say such a thing——"
Zhang Yuan nodded in greeting and went back to the cabin to practice calligraphy. He didn't have to learn painting, but he had to practice calligraphy. Zong Yishan was here and he just wanted to ask for advice.
Zhang E got up the latest. When he got up, the boat had already passed Tongli Lake. Before noon, the boat arrived at Wusong River, followed the river to the northeast, then turned west through the waterway to Jinji Lake. On the bank of Jinji Lake is Changzhou County, Suzhou Prefecture.
The rivers in Zhou County are crisscrossed and extend in all directions. The three-row wave boat followed Fan Wenruo's boat and parked at the pier of Fan's back garden. It was already dusk. Standing on the bow of the boat, Zhang Yuan could make out the towering towers in the distance.
At this time, the Tiger Hill Tower was already leaning a little to the northwest——
Fan Wenruo jumped ashore first and said to the Zhang brothers: "Xian Kunzhong, we have arrived at the humble residence. Please, let's not get drunk or have fun tonight." Then he said to Wang Wei: "Now that we have arrived at the humble residence, please come in with Miss Xiuwei."
Wang Wei politely said that she would not enter other people's houses easily, but Fan Wenruo did not insist. His house had a lion roaring from the east of the river, and it would be bad if Wang Wei was allowed to enter the house, and it would make people talk.
The Fan family is a wealthy family in Suzhou. If Fan Wenruo has achieved great fame, he is also a prominent figure in the county. His mansion is grand, certainly not as good as Zhang Yuan's, but it is several times larger than Zhang Yuan's.
While Fan Wenruo ordered people to prepare a banquet, he sent servants to invite several nearby literary friends to come and meet with the Shanyin Zhang brothers. Zhang Yuan's reputation had already spread far and wide in Suzhou. These few literary friends of Fan Wenruo had already become famous last year.
Knowing Zhang Yuan's name, the collection of contemporary articles published by Fushui Shanfang Society for Zhang Yuan is almost a volume in Cheung Chau. Recently, Zhang Yuan's reputation has been revived. Scholars all over the city are looking for Zhang Yuan's articles. Fan Wenruo's
These literary friends have also read Zhang Yuan's writing skills. The pattern of Zhang Yuan's eight-legged essay is not even, and the meaning is clear and clear. It is not as good as the famous Confucian scholars. When they saw Zhang Yuan, they did not expect that he would be so young and talk to him.
Afterwards, I felt that Zhang Yuan's gentle words, rich spirit and harmonious spirit made people fall in love with him.
During the dinner, Fan Wenruo talked about Hanshe Bookstore and asked Zhang Yuan where he could find manuscripts besides the collection of contemporary works.
On the boat, Fan Wenruo thought about it and decided that Fan's Fushui Shanfang Bookstore would not join the Hanshe Bookstore for the time being, but he did not want to reject Zhang Yuan. He had a wait-and-see mentality and wanted to see Zhang Yuan's Hanshe Bookstore first.
What can a bookstore do? A bookstore cannot last long just by publishing Zhang Yuan's collection of contemporary works. If he can't change the name of the Fushui Shanfang Bookstore that has been in operation for many years to the branch of Hanshe Bookstore just because of Zhang Yuan's words——
Before Zhang Yuan could answer, Zhang E said: "There are so many manuscripts. When my brother-in-law suffered from an eye disease the year before last, he had a strange dream. He dreamed that there were thousands of volumes of books in the mountains, and he translated them one by one.
Look, I remembered everything when I woke up. I told you some strange and wonderful ideas, which were unprecedented in the world. Now I only need to write them down. Do you know the most wonderful book in history, "Jin Ping Mei"?"
A scribe at the table said: "I have heard that there is a manuscript circulating, but I have never read it. It is said to be a work of obscenity."
Zhang E said disapprovingly: "Scholars all over the world read the books of sages every day, and a few have become saints. Not all of them read the books of sages for the sake of imperial examinations and seeking fame and fortune. It's all in vain."
The whole audience was speechless, looking at each other in confusion. Although Zhang E's words were harsh, they made sense.
Zhang E added: "In the same way, reading those so-called obscene stories will not make you a slut and a slut. It's just a matter of lust."
Zhang Yuan was stunned. Didn't Cao Xueqin put forward the word "obscene" in "A Dream of Red Mansions"?
Fan Wenruo felt that he was off topic and asked, "Why did Brother Yan Ke suddenly talk about "Jin Ping Mei"?"
Zhang E said: "The Plum in the Golden Ping contains millions of words, and Jie Zi also memorized it by heart. To engrave this wonderful book alone is to make Luoyang Zhigui."
"Jin Ping Mei" is a masterpiece, it was all during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. What the Manchus wanted to ban was not actually these so-called obscene works, but the nine-day literature and pornography of the survivors of the previous dynasty that were not conducive to the rule of the Manchus.
, so all kinds of active ideas are springing up. At the same time, novel creation is also extremely prosperous. There is no obstacle to publishing "Jin Ping Mei". In Zhang Yuan's view, "Jin Ping Mei" is greater than "A Dream of Red Mansions". If you just focus on it*
The description of sex is of course an obscene work, just like what Lu Xun said: For example, a warrior also fights, rests, eats, and naturally also has sex. If you only take the last bit of him and draw a portrait,
Being hung up in a brothel and respected as a sex and intercourse master can certainly not be said to be unfounded. However, isn't it unfair *sao beat*
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "The volume of "Jin Ping Mei" is too large, so I won't publish it for now. I will wait until Hanshe Bookstore develops and expands. I do remember some books, but I may not be able to write well. The writing style of novels and eight-part essay are two different things. I
I will tell the story and ask someone to polish it."
Fan Wenruo and others were very surprised. Dreams have omnipotent memory when awake, and there are thousands of volumes. This is indeed miraculous. If it comes from others, Fan Wenruo may not believe it, but if it is said by Zhang Yuan, the weight is very different.