On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xiao Chan revealed the title of Shui Diao. In the past few days, Ning Yi has been sitting at home, reading and pretending to be sick. When he was bored, he played backgammon with Xiao Chan. Today is still the first day.
After coming out, I went to school in the morning for classes. In the afternoon, I went to pick up the wooden boards that had been whitewashed by someone before. Then I bought some charcoal strips and came all the way here. It happened that Mr. Qin and Kang Xian were both there.
As for poems and other things, you can use them as you go. There is nothing wrong with Ning Yi's mental disorder. The poems he knows are a very good strategic resource now. If he can't be idle in the future and wants to do something,
, it’s very useful to use it to create hype and add some fame. But at this time, it’s just to satisfy a little vanity, and it’s really meaningless.
The literary talents of these days use classics in their speech and deeds. If they really want to gain some fame, they must be tested by others. The eager talents in these places can even memorize all Tang poetry and all Song lyrics. Nowadays, for example, the Analects of Confucius,
When several works were placed in front of him such as the University, he could explain them in vernacular, and even came up with a lot of new ideas, but he definitely didn't have any other talents. It would be too early to throw out the lyrics, but since things have happened
, considering his character, he accepted it indifferently.
For him, this problem is not big. There are ever-changing ways to solve the problem by taking the wrong path or taking the right path. The day before yesterday, Mrs. Su, Su Boyong and others called him and Su Tan'er over to inquire. He made a few random remarks and said
I didn't write these words myself. Who would have thought that something might happen... Old Mrs. Su looked at him for a long time, and then just smiled and said: "The matter has come to this, so we can keep it secret from the outside world..." The old man is very shrewd. Believe it or not.
That's all, but if he is really a great talent, the Su family's position is actually embarrassing. Everyone is currently guessing.
How could being a talented man be as comfortable as being a son-in-law now? You don't have to do too many things, you don't have to be responsible, and people don't expect too much from you, so there is no pressure. The old lady still takes care of you. You want to get rid of this kind of life.
What a fool. After a few months of leisure, until something big happens, he is determined to stick to his status as a wife. He thought so in his heart, and he found it interesting, but if he told others, I'm afraid it would be...
Even Xiaochan refused to believe him.
Within a few days, there must have been rumors outside, and he could probably guess what they were. But it was when Xiaochan told him about the Zhishui Poetry Club that he was startled by the name Kang Xian, and in the end he couldn't help but
He couldn't help but laugh. I knew before that this old man was not simple, but I didn't expect him to have such a big name.
After resting for a few days, he temporarily put the matter behind him and returned to his normal life. However, during the lecture this morning, someone came to Yushan Academy, and the person who came was the person who had been reprimanded by Mr. Kang.
Yu Zixing and several other scribes actually came to apologize.
In a sense, being reprimanded by Kang Xian at the poetry meeting actually damaged Yu Zixing's reputation as a scholar. This was a real disaster. However, Kang Xian still cherished his talent and left when he left.
I talked to him alone and taught him earnestly. He found time to come over and apologize. Once word got out, it would give him a good reputation. After all, it would be a good reputation to apologize and correct mistakes.
kind.
There was a plan coming over there, so Ning Yi cooperated a little bit and staged a scene of sympathy. As for inviting him to go to a certain boat in the evening to participate in a student gathering, he declined casually, and then met with those talented people.
Say goodbye or something, and come out to get the painted whiteboard.
"Zixing is a man of good moral character. Although his talent and learning are not top-notch, he is still among the best." Kang Xian said with a smile, "It's just that your water-melody song is really good.
"I'm afraid that in the next few years during the Qinhuai Mid-Autumn Festival, no one will be able to write poems about the moon. I really didn't expect that an unlearned boy like you could actually have such poetic talent."
"I told you I don't understand poetry." Ning Yi took a sip of tea. "When I was young, a wandering Taoist priest in tattered clothes passed by my house and recited this poem, so I wrote it down. That's it...
"
He also said the same thing to Mrs. Su. At this time, Mr. Qin burst into laughter and said, "I'm afraid even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe what you said."
Kang Xian also said: "This person is too lazy and needs to be beaten... It's just that he is called a talented scholar, but it seems to be quite useful. The woman just now has a good appearance and temperament, and she is walking with you all the way.
, we had a great conversation, if we can achieve a marriage, haha, boy, you have to thank me very much..."
As Ning Yi's adopted son-in-law, it is really not an easy thing to pick up a girl. Kang Xian was just being petty and teasing. Ning Yi told the story about rescuing people before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and only then did the other side understand the matter.
The whole story. At this time, the two of them had finished playing a game. The three of them sat aside to rest. Mr. Qin picked up the tea cup and nodded, but he became interested in other things: "Writing? So, you want to use charcoal
Write on this whiteboard and use it in the school?"
"Well, there are too few words that can be written on the sandbox at one time, and it is really troublesome to use. After all, it is not as convenient and intuitive as writing it down like this."
As far as teaching is concerned, all classes at this time are written on a sand table. Often, after writing a word, the sand table has to be flattened. The teacher just demonstrates the writing method to the students. When most of the knowledge is taught orally, students are required to
You must concentrate when the teacher is speaking. After the teacher finishes speaking, you must try to write down the lecture notes according to your own understanding. If you are not a particularly smart or self-conscious student, it is actually quite difficult to keep up with the progress of the teaching.
Of course, for people like Qin Lao and Kang Lao, this teaching method has been used for thousands of years, so they naturally don't think there is anything wrong with it. Knowledge is something for the superior people. If you want to become a superior person, how can you do it if you don't want to endure hardship?
This place itself is a kind of test. Mr. Qin picked up a charcoal stick and scratched it on the whiteboard, then frowned.
"The sand table is soft, and branches are used to write on it. The technique is the same as that of a brush, but charcoal is difficult to write on. I am afraid there is something wrong with this modification."
Just now, Nie Yunzhu only paid attention to the handwriting. He was indifferent to the fact that Mr. Qin saw things from a different perspective. After just two strokes, he raised an objection. As a teacher, he did not use the brush technique to write in class. This matter is not big or small.
, then Mr. Kang also came over to give it a try, frowned and said, "You need to be careful about this matter." If Ning Yi was his disciple, maybe he would have scolded him and pointed out this matter with a slap in the face.
the severity of.
Naturally, Ning Yi could understand their worries. At this time, he smiled and squatted down to take a charcoal stick: "It's not a big problem. Writing books are for cultivating one's temperament. Besides, these fonts and calligraphy fonts actually have some
If the common points are only used for recording, it might as well be broadened, which can be regarded as...an extra angle."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and wrote on it, "Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, two orioles singing green willows." This sentence was in the pattern of regular script, and then changed to official script, "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a row of egrets are on the
blue sky".
After writing these two lines, the font changed to Song Dynasty: "Three mountains are half-fallen outside the blue sky."
The Song font has not appeared yet. Mr. Qin and Mr. Kang looked at each other. Just to explain this problem, it is better to have a more impactful way. Ning Yi used to like to talk business and sell products in a plain way.
Hidden in a way that has enough impact, the next line changes to a more beautiful and elegant thin gold body: "Two waters separate Bailuzhou."
Next, turn to cursive script: "There is a beautiful woman in the northwest, and she hangs herself on a branch in the southeast."
Then italics: "If you want to see a thousand miles away, hang yourself from a southeastern branch."
The whiteboard is only so big. After writing like this, he put away the charcoal strip and said, "How?" Mr. Qin and Mr. Kang had already laughed and cursed.
"The words are really eye-catching, but the poems are really messy..."
"It's an insult to politeness, it's annoying..."
"You are so lazy, haha, what are these poems..."
They were talking like this, but their eyes never left the white wooden board. They occasionally read out words and made comments.
"There is a beautiful woman in the northwest... I am really ignorant and unskilled. It is clear that there is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. This song comes from the Han Dynasty, and then it is connected to the southeast branch. Haha, don't you think northwest rhymes with southeast..."
"Kang Lao is really wise."
"If you are my disciple, you will have to ask someone to beat you with a stick, and your random graffiti will affect the masterpieces of the sages. If you want to see from a thousand miles away, you should stick to the southeast branch. You are not afraid that Wang Zhihuan will turn into a ghost and come to settle accounts with you! Every sentence is perfect.
If you hang it on the southeast branch, it will be unlucky for the peacock to fly to the southeast, but the southeast branch will provoke you."
"Haha, I just suddenly felt one day that if the poems were put together like this, it might have a different flavor. Don't you think Mr. Kang thought that? There is a beautiful woman in the northwest, hanging on a branch in the southeast. Looking up at the bright moon, hanging on a branch in the southeast. The empty mountain is gone.
People hang themselves on the southeast branch. Since ancient times, all sages have been lonely, but they can only hang themselves on the southeast branch. Since ancient times, no one has died, so it is better to hang on the southeast branch..."
Mr. Kang shook his head: "When it comes to matters involving sages, you must be rigorous." His words were a bit funny, but also a bit alarming. On the other side, Mr. Qin was looking at other things and said this.
"When will the bright moon come..." Kang Lao continued: "I'll probably have to hang it on the southeast branch..." He laughed.
Then Mr. Qin took the charcoal stick and pointed at the first few sentences: "It's also pieced together, but I don't know where it came from, but I think it was an old work by Li Heng, haha, red hands, yellow vine wine... The last one is not connected well, this
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a line of egrets ascend to the blue sky should be a sentence... And outside the blue sky, with three mountains half-light, two waters divide the Egret Island... Such a beautiful artistic conception, it should be another poem..."
He circled these sentences with charcoal strips, isolated "red crisp hands, yellow vine wine" and "outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road", looked at it briefly, and drew a line in the middle. He probably felt that these two sentences should be the same.
Not one, Kang Xian also nodded: "It should be two." Then he looked at Ning Yi. Ning Yi was a little impressed. If he had read these twelve words in this situation, he might have recognized them.
They are sentences in a poem. After all, they are quite neat and tidy, and the lyrics are generally long, enough to make such transitions. These twelve characters are not easy to distinguish, but the two people in front of them just rely on intuition.
Then separate the two.
"These should be four poems. I don't know whether they are complete poems or just some fragments?" Qin Lao looked at Ning Yi and asked.