Chapter 62: Is the Golden Scale a Thing in the Pool?
Chapter 62 Are golden scales something in the pool?
In front of the Jingyang River, Winter Inn,
Yuelai Inn.
"Drink, drink, drink!"
At dusk, a group of merchants and tourists gathered around a down-and-out scholar and shouted excitedly, while the scholar raised his head and drank wildly.
One cup after another.
Continued Cup.
Have another drink after drinking.
"How many drinks have you had?"
"I drank eight liters before. Mihara Takejiro bought me two more dou, two dou of eight liters of wine. Do you think how much is left?"
Ma Zhou was really that familiar name. He had already had some doubts just now, but now it was undoubtedly confirmed.
Huaiyu smiled. Just now Ma Zhou said that he was familiar with the books of sages, especially the Zuo Zhuan of the Book of Songs. This was not easy. If he was really a child of poor people and lost his parents at a young age, then in the turbulent late Sui Dynasty, Ma Zhou even
It is difficult to survive and grow up, let alone study.
Huaiyu and Runniang were eating there each with a cake. He had been carefully looking at Ma Zhou, who was drunk and showing his true feelings.
He decided to cheer up first, accept Wu Huaiyu's invitation, become his disciple, and prepare himself first for the wind to come.
When they walked out of the inn, the group of people inside were a little disappointed to see that there was no excitement.
He is Kong Yiji who everyone laughs at.
Ma Zhou eventually became a liar and drunkard who owed money for rent, food and drinks and was kicked out by others.
Fortunately, the small wine in this shop is average. It is actually the float wine brewed after the summer harvest, that is, wheat kernel wine. It can be drunk after two days of fermentation. The shorter the fermentation time, the sweeter it is. Moreover, Huaiyu suspected that the innkeeper
This float wine is also mixed with water.
Although this is a low-level job, it is also a teacher in the state school. If you don't have some talent and learning, you can't do it. Combined with the situation of the Wu family, Huaiyu has reason to believe that even if Ma Zhou lost his parents when he was young, the Ma family will at least be a leader in Qinghe.
A powerful family, with family care, and even studying in the Ma clan, can have such knowledge, and even become a teaching assistant in Bozhou.
While working as a teaching assistant in Bozhou, he was not allowed to be reused and was reprimanded by the governor. Ma Zhou left angrily. However, after traveling in Biancao, even county magistrates could humiliate him. When he came to Chang'an, he encountered obstacles everywhere and his ambitions were wasted.
about there.
"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars nine thousand miles," Ma Zhou murmured and repeated these two sentences, becoming more and more excited as he read them.
At this time, he seemed a bit like a clown. The shopkeepers, clerks, merchants and tourists were all making fun of him. Who could really understand him? No one even believed that he was talented.
When he learned that Wu Huaiyu was the nephew of Ying Guogong's warrior Xun, he was even more determined to follow Wu Erlang and become his disciple. He had tried various methods in Chang'an but failed. Now he might become Wu Erlang's guest and then use the Wu family to help him.
, then you have a chance to show what you have learned.
Reading, at least, is something that only powerful landlords can read, let alone have the opportunity to master the Zuo Zhuan of the Book of Songs. He also asked the shopkeeper some questions just now and learned that after Ma Zhou once claimed to be the Ma family of Fufeng, his hometown, Chiping, Qinghe, was in front of him.
In several years, he also served as a supplementary teaching assistant in Bozhou.
Ma Zhou was crying, and Huaiyu stood aside and let him vent. After a long time, Ma Zhou stood up with red eyes after venting to the river Jingshui. He said to Huaiyu, "Thank you Erlang for this poem. I, Ma Zhou,
I swear here that I will not act like a bad person, and I will never drink alcohol again."
Huaiyu sat aside and watched the crowd cheering, and listened to all kinds of comments, most of which were sarcastic.
Obviously this should have been done by Ma Zhou after his journey to the west, or even after he completely hit a wall in Chang'an. It may have been in the early morning when he woke up with a hangover, looking at the sun, the river, and the lonely boat, thinking about his hometown.
Sad about his downfall.
Ma Zhou looked at the young Wu Erlang with drunken eyes.
He was only regarded as an alcoholic, a poor man who went crazy with alcohol, had high ambitions and low ambitions, and was full of big talk. Even the poems he recited were not really understood by many people, let alone thought they were written by him. They just shouted for another bucket of wine.
It seemed like he wouldn't be satisfied until he got drunk.
Ma Zhou suddenly squatted on the ground and started crying. It is said that men will not shed tears easily, but they will also cry when they collapse.
After confirming that the other party was that Ma Zhou, Wu Huaiyu was very polite to him. Now that he was in despair, every little kindness he received at this time would be repaid in the future. This was also a good relationship.
Ma Zhou was indeed a very good drinker. After drinking more than ten liters of ale, he only staggered on his feet and did not fall down.
"Hey, there are at most three liters left, right? Then you've drank two and a half buckets, right?" That person probably joined the shop later. Hearing that this scholar was so good at drinking, he couldn't help but be surprised.
"In Chang'an, rice is expensive and living in Chang'an is difficult."
That poem made him feel cherished and regretted meeting each other so late.
But if you are not prepared, even if the wind comes, you won’t be able to fly, right?”
After drinking two buckets of float wine, Ma Zhou didn't seem to be fully enjoying himself.
"I'm not drunk yet. This shopkeeper who has been beaten a thousand times fooled me with the worst float wine, with at least half of the water in it. He's a fool." Ma Zhou cursed.
"My name is Wu Huaiyu. I am the second eldest child in my family. My home is in Longqiaobao, Sanyuan. When I was nine years old, I went to Zhongnan Mountain with an old man. I just came back from the mountain..." Huaiyu briefly introduced himself, and did not deliberately conceal what he was saying.
The relationship between the warrior Yu.
The local governors and magistrates, the princes and nobles in Chang'an City, the prime ministers and ministers, none of them would care about a poor scholar without a prominent family background, especially since this scholar has a reputation for being arrogant and dissolute, and has offended Qinghe Cui.
Shi.
"On the first day of the Qing Dynasty, the spring water sent a lonely boat. There were no trees in the far mountains, and the tide seemed to be flat. The flowers on the shore were blooming and falling, and the birds in the river were still floating. They looked at each other for thousands of miles, and sang songs to relieve the four sorrows."
For Ma Zhou, who was currently suffering from a loss of self-confidence, these two sentences rekindled hope in his eyes.
"This guy calls himself Ma Zhou. I heard he is from Bozhou, Hebei Province. He once worked as a low-level assistant in Bozhou. He felt that his talent was undervalued and he drank all day long and did not take teaching seriously. He was ridiculed by Da, the governor of Bozhou.
After being reprimanded several times, he left and traveled westward. He heard that when he was wandering between Cao and Bian, he was insulted by Cui Xianshou, the magistrate of Junyi County. So he was so angry that he came to Beijing and threatened to ascend to the Emperor's Hall one day.
I offended Mrs. Cui of Qinghe, is that easy to mess with? As a result, I had no way to visit him, I ran out of money, I didn’t even have money for a hotel or a meal, I was in credit everywhere, and I was kicked out of many stores..."
"It's just a few limericks. I believe that Mr. Ma is full of talent. Even if he hits a wall temporarily, he should not be willing to sink. Let me give you another sentence. The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars nine thousand miles. All you have to do now is to be prepared and wait.
When the wind comes and the wind comes together, you can travel thousands of miles.
At this time, when I recited this poem after being drunk, I expressed the infinite sadness in my heart.
Ma Zhou got excited about drinking and stood directly on the table, drinking heartily.
He even stood on the case drunkenly reciting poetry.
Everyone was mocking him, but Takejiro, whom he had just met, was able to help him, and even firmly believed that he was talented and would rise to great heights one day.
This poem is not a timely poem, but is about a morning sun rising in a clear sky, a lone boat carried by green spring water, green mountains far away, and seemingly no trees. The river is flowing, as if it is motionless. The spring flowers on both sides of the bank are blooming and blooming.
Falling, the water birds in the river are floating and sinking, looking thousands of miles away while traveling, feeling infinite sadness, singing loudly to relieve the vast sadness.
"Go out for a walk and talk?"
"Mr. Ma, you've finished your wine, why don't you take a rest first?" Huaiyu stepped forward.
Historically, Ma Zhou later traveled to the west for several years, and finally joined Chang He's family as a retainer for several years. He was recognized by Li Shimin because he wrote memorials for Chang He. Later, he rose to the top, becoming the Secretary of the Central Committee, and also served as an official.
Shangshu, the right concubine of the crown prince, was granted the title of Duke of Gaotang County as a civil servant.
Huaiyu admired this guy's ability to drink. Even if one dou in the Tang Dynasty was only equivalent to six liters in later generations, it was still a lot. Two dou of wine, and he drank eight liters just now. The total of two dou and eight was actually sixteen liters.
too much.
"Beasts have claws, oxen have horns, beasts can fight, and oxen can touch them. However, you are holding a rare talent alone, with a hoe in your hand to plow the empty valley. Today, when people are in urgent need of virtuous people, they advertise for virtuous people and open up the light. Hu Bu writes a letter and recommends himself to Da, and he orders all over the world.
Like Yu and Tang?"
In the past few years, he gave up his position as a teaching assistant in Bozhou and traveled westward to Chang'an. His books were useless, he failed to pass the imperial examination, his visits were ignored, he was poor and down and out, his love was severely beaten, and his talents were completely useless.
"Qinghe Mazhou was lonely and poor since he was a child, and he read some books."
Ma Zhou turned to look at Huaiyu with piercing eyes, "I have never heard of this poem. Was it written by Erlang?"
These two lines are not limericks, they are famous lines from Li Bai in the future.
"Dry!"
This is also a legend.
Now I am awakened by Huaiyu.
"good."
"This guy drinks half and leaks half. It's not a waste." Chen Xing shook his head while watching. Ma Zhou drank very boldly. He drank a big bowl and drank a bowl in one go, but he drank at least a third of the wine in a bowl.
Missing.
He thought that he had a bohemian nature and was not used by the state. When he lived in Biandi, he was humiliated by the county magistrate. He traveled west to Chang'an in an attempt to make a name for himself, but in the end his talents were in vain and he was not understood. He encountered obstacles everywhere. On the journey, he was far away.
The road ahead is long and my hometown is thousands of miles away. I feel so sad that I can only relieve my sorrow by singing long songs.
Even if he takes the imperial examination, it will be difficult for him to pass, because the imperial examination in the Tang Dynasty is not entirely based on talent and learning. Before the examination, candidates will visit the princes and senior officials to submit their poems, compositions, opinions, etc., and even use family connections to publicize and become famous early.
During the actual examination, names are neither obscured nor transcribed. The examiners often decide the admission list in advance, and those children of famous noble families have extra points. This kind of imperial examination is very unfair to the children of common people.
Children of famous aristocrats could join the officialdom through their family background, or they could be recommended to join the officialdom, or they could join the civil service through military recruitment, or they could join the officialdom through imperial examination, but their road was much narrower, and it was like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.
The two chatted for a long time by the Jing River, and did not return to the inn until the moon came up. Huaiyu specially opened a separate room, slept on the same bed with Ma Zhou, and had a long talk. Ma Zhou also became more and more interested in the young Wu Erlang.
The more we chatted, the more we admired him. He became a close friend and regretted meeting each other so late.
Huaiyu was also secretly happy to be able to get to know him when he was at his lowest point. Zhou will remember this love for a lifetime.
