Chapter two hundred and ninety fifth simmering delicious
Chapter 295: Delicious Simmered Yun
The two middle-aged men standing by the stove and watching the snow in the pavilion in the center of the lake turned out to be police officers, Yuan Xiaoxiu and Tan Youxia, two famous celebrities from Jingling. The two men spoke to Zhang Yuan with long-standing admiration, but their tone was quite teasing——
Zhang Yuan thought: "Wang Wei once studied poetry from Tan Yuanchun, and Tan Yuanchun visited Jinling a few months ago. Perhaps Wang Wei told Tan Yuanchun that I looked down on the Jingling School of Poetry. As the saying goes, 'Other people's wives are good, but I am not.
His articles are wonderful, although his words are vulgar, but they contain worldly truths. Tan Yuanchun famously praised the world with his poems. I used the comments in "Talk about Art" to say that his poems are sour and poor, dangerous and fragmentary. Of course Tan Yuanchun doesn't like to hear them.
, and Tan Yuanchun is Wang Ruqian’s friend. Wang Ruqian suffered a lot at the Xiangzhen Pavilion and inevitably said bad things about me and Wang Wei to Tan Yuanchun. Yuan Xiaoxiu’s impression of me will naturally be affected by Tan Yuanchun——"
Zhang Yuan's attitude is that he can respect these celebrities, but he will not deliberately curry favor with them. If the other party has a bad feeling towards him, he will not shy away from them because they are historical celebrities. He will fight back when it is time.
He was not merciful and said calmly: "The two famous men said that they have admired the young man for a long time, and I am ashamed."
Tan Yuanchun said: "Young people are to be feared. My poems and essays are not worth reading in the eyes of Young Master Zhang. How can I not be afraid of future generations?" Tan Yuanchun was a little impatient to vent his grievances. Being criticized for his poems and essays really felt like a deep hatred.
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Zhang Yuan said calmly: "I have also read Mr. Tan's poems. How can I say that they are not worth reading? It is just that they were not considered popular in the past three thousand years."
This is actually the truth. How can Tan Yuanchun compare with Li Duousu and others? But Tan Yuanchun, who was conceited because of his talent, felt very uncomfortable. He smiled reluctantly and said: "Master Zhang is so good at
Appreciation, I guess you can also write poems, I wonder if I can let you read a few poems?"
Yuan Xiaoxiu looked at Zhang Yuan with a smile. He also wanted to see Zhang Jiezi's talents with his own eyes——
Zhang Yuan, however, really had no intention of discussing poetry with Tan Yuanchun. He went to the West Lake on a snowy night with his elder brother. What he wanted was a cold and lonely artistic conception. He never expected to meet Yuan, Tan and Erya who also had the same taste.
It has become a custom to meet each other, and it is really unsightly to be competitive, but since Tan Yuanchun must fight, he has no reason to retreat. Could it be that all the poems and books are read in vain? What is the advantage of being a man of two generations? He immediately turned his head and looked at the eldest brother
Zhang Dai glanced at me and said to himself: "Brother, we brothers are in the same spirit and hate the same enemy. Today I will rely on my eldest brother for support." He said: "Mr. Tan wants to teach me, but I can't ask for it, so why not watch the snow in the pavilion in the middle of the lake tonight?"
How about writing a travelogue, one for Mr. Tan, and the next one?"
As Zhang Yuan spoke, he sat down on the carpet and took a glass of Suzhou Baijiu from Mu Zhenzhen's hand. The cup was filled with hot air and the aroma of the wine was overwhelming. He drank it all in one gulp, but felt a stream of heat flowing down his stomach and intestines, which made him feel better.
, feeling comfortable all over——
Tan Yuanchun saw that although Zhang Yuan's words were polite, but his expression was obviously provocative, he sneered and said: "Okay, how about verbal manipulation?"
Zhang Yuandao: "It's up to you, Mr. Tan please go first."
Tan Yuanchun smiled at Yuan Xiaoxiu and shook his head. He poured himself a drink and thought nervously. After three cups, he spoke slowly: "In the forty-second year of Wanli, I lived in Hangzhou as a guest and was able to visit the West Lake three times. At the beginning, I walked right from Kinmen to the Broken Bridge.
Next time, it was May, half of the lake was filled with lotus leaves, and the shadow of the lake was exposed in the gaps. Come again on Chinese Valentine's Day, and see the willows on the lakeside turned into bamboos, the bamboos are all reeds, and the reeds are green and green in the garden. On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, heavy snow has begun to fall, and there is a small repair.
I was invited to visit the lake to see the snow, but I went happily——"
Tan Yuanchun recited it slowly, about four to five hundred words. This travel note was also fresh and gratifying. Yuan Xiaoxiu couldn't help but praise: "You Xia Xian's brother is so talented." Looking at Zhang Yuan, he thought: "Let's take a look at Zhang Yuan's writing. What's going on?"
Zhang Yuan recited: "In the twelfth lunar month of the Jiayin year, Yu Maoxue returned from Jinling and stopped in Hangzhou. That evening, I visited Mr. Yuyong at the foot of Nanping Mountain with my eldest brother. When I returned home, I looked around and saw the bright sky. Take a small boat, hold a lavender fire, and go to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to watch the snow..."
When Yuan Xiaoxiu heard the sentence "The shadows on the lake are only a trace of the long embankment, a small pavilion in the center of the lake, a mustard with Yu Zhou, and two or three people in the boat," he couldn't help but stare in amazement. His vision of describing the scene was so broad, even his two This kind of state is not often seen in Brother Zhonglang's writings. He raised his hands and praised: "The ice and snow are crystal clear, ethereal and clear, this article is wonderful!"
Zhang Dai's eyebrows were dancing with joy. Every word of this article recited by Jie Zi struck his heart. It was what he wanted to write, but he couldn't write it out for a while. When Jie Zi narrated it, it was as if a blocked spring was unblocked and flowing gurglingly. For pleasure——
At this time, Zhang Dai was only eighteen years old and could not write the "Tao'an Dream Memories" which recalled the prosperity, joy and sorrow. Zhang Yuan decided to ghostwrite it——
Tan Yuanchun's demeanor was sarcastic. His "Three Journeys to the West Lake" was a bit cumbersome and incomparable with the ethereal and wonderful "Watching the Snow in the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake". He was very depressed for a while. He went to Jinling in June and listened to When Wang Wei talked about Zhang Yuan, Wang Wei did not say clearly that Zhang Yuan underestimated the Jingling School of Poetry. It was Wang Ruqian who later challenged him. Wang Ruqian not only hated Zhang Yuan, but also annoyed Wang Wei. Naturally, Tan Yuanchun believed what his close friend said and wrote I wrote a letter to blame Wang Wei for not dating Zhang Yuan. They met by chance on the lake tonight. Tan Yuanchun intended to show off his talents and skills to frustrate Zhang Yuan, but he was frustrated instead. Moreover, he was really embarrassed in front of Yuan Xiaoxiu——
Zhang Yuan and his eldest brother Zhang Dai looked at each other, and they both stood up and bowed. Zhang Yuan said: "It's windy and cold on the lake, so I can't bear to sit for a long time. Mr. Yuan, Mr. Tan, please say goodbye." The two brothers turned around and left the lake pavilion. Mu Zhenzhen said, Laifu, Wuling, and Nengzhu quickly packed up their belongings and followed behind, getting off the boat together.
Zhang Dai, Zhang Yuan had not noticed it before, but now he saw a boat moored on the side of the island in the middle of the lake, with two large characters carved on the bow - "Sail Fu".
Zhang Dai said: "This is Yuan Xiaoxiu's boat. Yuan Xiaoxiu has traveled a lot. He bought a wooden boat in Jingzhou and named it Fanfu. He carried dry food, calligraphy and paintings on it and traveled all over the Yangtze River. He is indeed an elegant man. We could have a good talk tonight. But he was disturbed by Tan Yuanchun, and I am glad that Jiezi's wonderful writings suppressed him, otherwise it would be too disappointing."
The boat broke through the silence on the lake, drove straight to Baigong Embankment, and docked at the Broken Bridge. A group of people went ashore. Zhang Yuan looked at the snow-covered Broken Bridge under the moon and said: "That day was here. Wang Xiuwei asked Xue Tong to come I asked if I wanted to take a boat to Xiling Bridge, but half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. Time flies so fast that I can’t help but feel helpless.”
Zhang Dai smiled and said: "Meson misses that girl?"
Zhang Yuan smiled: "I will always think about this place, this situation, this situation."
Zhang Dai chanted loudly: "The cliffs are fragrant, and the liquid hanging from the air makes passers-by busy; if the position is not high, it is inevitable that the rich family will wear evening makeup - In the past, Wang Hui lived in the shade of the mountain, drank wine on snowy nights, recited the "Poem of Zhaoyin", and missed Dai Kui , he took a small boat at night to visit Dai in Yanxi River, passed by the place where he stayed, and returned without building a gate. When people asked him why, Wang Huizhi said, "I came here in a hurry, and returned after my excitement was exhausted, why should I see Dai?" - Gao Zhi from Jin Dynasty , enviable, Jiezi, if you want Wang Xiuwei, why not rush to the Qinhuai River on a snowy night——"
Zhang Yuan burst out laughing before Zhang Dai could finish his words, and said: "Traveling day and night, I should be able to reach Jinling in ten days, walk around in front of the Orchid Pavilion, and return without entering, right?"
Zhang Dai also laughed and said: "You don't have to imitate Wang Huizhi, you can just build a door and enter."
Zhang Yuandao: "The elegance of Jin people often lacks patience and perseverance. Although they are ecstatic and have a sense of transcendence, they are inevitably ridiculed by frivolity. Real life cannot be completely artistic."
Zhang Dai said with a smile: "What Jiezi said is true. If Dai Kui is not at Shanxi and cannot arrive overnight, but has to travel for ten and a half days, then Wang Huizhi will definitely not have the patience to visit Dai but not see him."
It is four or five miles from Broken Bridge to the canal port. Zhang Yuan and his party of six walked on the snow under the moonlight and snow. No other pedestrians were seen along the way. When they returned to the Wuming-tiled white-topped boat, they were already there.
It was the third watch of the day, and everyone else had fallen asleep. Only Huang Zunsu had not yet fallen asleep. He sat around the fire and read "The Theory of Awakening of Faith in the Mahayana", which was a Buddhist classic he borrowed from Taishi Jiao. Huang Zunsu was a very knowledgeable reader -
Zhang Yuan smelled a burnt aroma, twitched his nose, and said with a smile: "Brother, I am so excited to read yellow scrolls while simmering the Yu on a snowy night."
Huang Zunsu laughed, used an iron chopstick to pull out a few cooked yun heads from the ashes, and said, "Try the delicious food, you two."
The shepherd boys in the mountains only simmered the yun head to eat as a child. Zhang Dai felt it was unclean and shook his head and refused to eat.
Zhang Yuan reached out and picked up an egg-sized yu head. The yu head was hot and jumped between Zhang Yuan's hands. Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "It's just right to warm your hands."
After a while, the head of the scallop didn't become hot to the touch. The crispy skin broke apart with a gentle pinch, and the pink and white meat of the scallop was fragrant. After one bite, half of it was bitten off, and the mouthful was filled with glutinous and soft texture——
Seeing that Zhang Yuan was enjoying the meal, Zhang Dai also tried to peel one and ate it. He praised it and said that eating simmered dumplings on a snowy day was really the best thing in the world.
Zhang Dai praised the ruthless nature of the yun, and Huang Zunsu smiled and said, "Does the eldest son know the true taste of food today?"
Mu Zhenzhen heated up hot water and asked Zhang Dai and Zhang Yuan to burn their feet. They had just walked on the snowy road and their boots were wet——
At night, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but want to have sex with Mu Zhenzhen. Looking at the fallen girl under him, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but think of the peeled white bamboo head, which was full of hot fragrance, soft and delicious——
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The next morning, in addition to Zhang E, Zhang Yuan, Zhang Dai, Ni Yuanlu, Huang Zunsu, and Qi Biaojia all went to see Editor Wang of Zhejiang Tixue. The provincial Tixue officer would be one of the examiners for the Hangzhou Provincial Examination next year, so they and Wang Tixue
It is very important to have a good relationship. Wang Tixue was also very happy to see Zhang Yuan and the other five, and he encouraged them——
In the afternoon of that day, the white-covered boat left Hangzhou and arrived in Kuaiji on the afternoon of the 13th lunar month. The city of Kuaiji was also covered in ice and snow. Zhang Yuan and Qi Biaojia landed at Dongdachi Wharf. They were both sons-in-law of the Shang family in Kuaiji and passed by the Shang Mansion.
, of course we have to visit Zhang Dai and Zhang E, accompanying Huang Zunsu and Ni Yuanlu back to Shanyin.
Qi Biaojia saw Zhang Yuan's servant Lai Fu carrying a load of gift boxes and Wu Ling holding a gift box in his hand, so he asked: "Brother Jie Zi, I haven't prepared any gifts. What should I do?"
Zhang Yuan said: "Then these gifts are considered gifts from you and me."
However, Qi Biaojia refused to take advantage of Zhang Yuan and ordered his servants to quickly buy eight-color gifts. He did not follow Zhang Yuan into the Shang Mansion, but waited outside the door wall.