After the cold dew in September, the weather is cooling down more and more quickly. When heavy rain falls, the city of Jiangning looks like foggy patches. The rain in late autumn is not as noisy as in summer, and it seems to carry the chill of the approaching winter.
, every bit of it will seep into people's clothes.
When walking across the wooden bridge across the small alley, Ning Yi patted the water stains on his robe. On such a rainy day, wearing the robe was actually a bit obstructive. Relatively speaking, Xiao Chan trotted over from behind.
It was much better. When she came out on a rainy day, she didn't wear a skirt. She wore a top with lake green lace and trousers. She had a cute bun as usual and light blue embroidered shoes.
I was shopping for something in the back. At this time, I was holding an oil-paper umbrella and going around the puddles on the roadside, and swallows flew over me.
"Uncle, uncle, wait for me."
"What's wrong?"
"I bought something." Xiaochan ran to Ning Yi and took out a booklet with a smile, "I just passed by the store over there and saw that this book was newly released. My uncle may not have read it, so I bought it.
coming."
It is a new vernacular novel on the market. Look at the name, it is called "The Romance of the Ghost Fox". Such vernacular novels are quite common in this era, and the words and sentences are relatively easy to understand. Some of them are historical legends.
Some are love stories from folklore, especially love stories about various ghosts and ghosts. After some popular ones are published, storytellers will tell them in teahouses and taverns. Ning Yi is reading these novels during this time.
Xiaochan kept it in mind, and sometimes when she saw new ones, she would buy them and take them home.
This type of novel is not as entertaining as various modern stories, but it is also a taller among the short ones. You can read it when you are bored. After all, it is ancient literature, and you can blend yourself into the atmosphere of this era. Ning Yi
At this time, he took it with a smile and turned it over. Xiaochan followed behind and talked while walking.
"At noon, what that man said was really hateful. Xiaochan really wanted to go up and scold him."
"Um."
"If you don't know anything, you just make blind guesses, and you dare to brag about what kind of talent you are in a restaurant. Such a person will not be able to pass the exam."
"Um."
"Uncle, Xiaochan is fighting for your injustice. That person is talking bad about you, okay?"
"what is the relationship?"
"How could it be okay? This person... Huh, okay, okay, I know that my uncle doesn't care about what these vulgar people say, but Xiaochan doesn't feel comfortable hearing it. After all, it has insulted my uncle's reputation. If my uncle had been there on the spot
Write a poem to scold him, and Xiaochan will take it and hit him directly on the head!"
"Oh, he doesn't know me." Ning Yi turned the page of the novel, "I'm sitting next to him."
"That's why I'm angry..."
It has been more than a month since the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, and the public opinion about the water-melody song has been changing. In the first ten days or so, the evaluation of this poem has almost reached its peak.
, there was the most curiosity and discussion about Ning Yi during that period, and then... the public opinion dropped quickly and began to develop in a deeper and more specific direction.
After all, the popularity of this kind of public opinion in the market has its own time. For many ordinary people, for about ten days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, they may still pay attention to what happened in the poetry meeting, and then, other things
This heat will gradually be covered. Life itself is busy and hurried. When the frequency of these people mentioning that matter decreases, there will be less discussions about it on weekdays.
More admirations and questions began to focus on groups of scholars. The influence of Shui Diao Ge Tou continued to spread to the surroundings - through the oral letters of these scholars, but for Ning Ning.
Yi's doubts and speculations, however, stayed within the scope of Jiangning. For example, when a scholar in Tokyo listened to Shui Tiao Ge Tou, his admiration would not be much weakened, but as to who Ning Yi was, Ning Yi could
Naturally, he wouldn't be too concerned about whether he could write this poem or not. After all, it was too far away.
The Wu Dynasty was similar to the Song Dynasty. Confucianism reached its peak, and literati accounted for a large proportion of society. This proportion was also for the previous thousand years. Even though this was the dynasty with the most literati in history, compared with Ning Yi's
In modern times, this ratio is really too small. Therefore, in less than a month, the things I feel have quieted down. Of course, just like today at noon, I overheard several literati who were not very happy while eating outside.
There are naturally opportunities for good questioning.
After talking to Mr. Qin and Mr. Kang about his thoughts that day, Mr. Kang may have felt that his efforts to fuel the flames on the Mid-Autumn Festival were a bit redundant. Afterwards, he helped Ning Yi with some activities. Later, it was said that some students who wanted to come to Ning Yi for advice were harassed.
Sir's reprimand. In recent months, there have been many invitations to various gatherings, but Ning Yi ignored all the invitations. There were only three groups of people who actually came to ask for advice. One group was in vain, and the other two groups
When I came over, I saw Ning Yi teaching the Analects to the children. He first looked for a topic: "I tried to talk about half a book of Analects to govern the world. Today I heard Brother Ning explain this. I think he has a lot of attainments. I don't know how to explain it."
This is considered habitual thinking. When you see what the other person is saying, you will find something to say from it. For formal books such as the Four Books, Ning Yi has read it several times and is still prepared. He has been influenced by the modern era of knowledge explosion, even if
I mentioned the previous paragraph casually, focusing on the key points to make people think. Even if they take the wrong approach, it will be difficult for the other party to argue. Now that these people have come, they have naturally prepared other questions, some of which are unfamiliar, but with Ning Yi’s demeanor and aura
, even a woman like Nie Yunzhu had to be restrained and left with him, so what could these scholars do? After answering a section of the Analects, there was no chance to ask the rest of the questions. Ning Yi left after a while, and others only thought that he was profound or knowledgeable.
It was so enigmatic that, thinking about it afterwards, I couldn’t ask most of the questions.
In addition to such group provocations, there are actually people who come privately. There is a guy named Li Pin who comes here every day and seems to be very interested in the stories Ning Yi casually tells, so he comes to listen. After the lecture a few days ago, he
Instead, he asked Ning Yi some questions, mainly about his views on those stories. He wanted to ask Ning Yi for advice. In fact, these questions were closely related to the meaning of the Analects. He did not mean to provoke, so Ning Yi also talked to him for half of it.
It took more than an hour. After that, the other party didn't come over.
As far as Ning Yi is concerned, as long as no one can prove his lack of knowledge and skill, the outside world's suspicions about the Shui Tiao singer will not really turn into a stigma. When he needs this fame, he must prove it.
It's very simple. Things that can be done at any time are not necessary now. He doesn't care about such things.
Among the suspicions from the outside world, there are also vague rumors circulating about the Taoist priest's poems being plagiarized by Ning Yi. Not many people believe it. As for where it came from, it is naturally impossible to find out. However, here in Ning Yi, this
It was something I had expected, and after hearing about it, I just laughed it off.
Regarding the chalk matter, Kang Xian produced a batch in less than half a month after that day, and the quality was quite good, so the process of evolving from a whiteboard to a blackboard only took more than ten days.
It has been completed, which makes it much more convenient during class. Of course, the specific results cannot be seen for a while. His class process is still the same: reading, paraphrasing, and telling stories. That's all, but those children are enthusiastic about learning.
The growth is obvious.
It's just that this lively atmosphere in the classroom is probably rare in this era. The students like it, but the teachers mostly shake their heads. Su Chonghua made another insinuation. This time Ning Yi discussed it with him for a while.
This kind of teaching might be beneficial, so he didn't say anything. Firstly, Ning Yi now has the reputation of being a talented scholar and has the aura of a water-melody singer, so it's hard for him to control him. Secondly, the academy has never been productive anyway.
No matter how bad it is, that's all. Let him go and see the results.
Lectures in the morning, walking around in the afternoon, or going to Mr. Qin's place to play chess - of course, only when it's not raining.
Xiaochan still followed him most of the time, and also came to the academy to listen to classes - she really liked Ning Yi's stories. She had all kinds of weird stories. If she went back, she could tell them to the two sisters.
Showing off. Ning Yi felt that she was following her more closely, and she might have been instructed by Su Tan'er to write a water-melody song. It was conceivable that she could understand this, but he didn't understand it.
mind.
Of course, what makes him more confused is that his wife may have indeed found some reason to explain why she wrote that poem. Because in the first few days, when everyone was eating, each other still looked at each other a lot.
Yes, it changed later. She focused on her work again. Every day, carriages came and went, she ate, and her speech returned to the same attitude as before. There was no temptation in her words. This actually made Ning Yi a little interested:
What reason did she find and accept and understand... I really can't grasp it...
In addition to the same life as before, Ning Yi occasionally inquires about martial arts or internal strength. The Su family has a group of guardians. It is said that some people practice kung fu very well, but they are just hard-core in the modern army.
The level of qigong can break bricks. As for the more miraculous internal skills, according to what he has heard so far, there should be some in this era. Some famous martial arts masters may be able to do it, but it is difficult to learn it.
Ning Yi has only begun to collect information in this area for the time being - this is what he is most interested in. In this era, whether it is being an official, doing business, or rebelling, it is just something that has been played in modern times.
The system is just the interaction between people. Only martial arts can be innovative. If there is a chance, he really wants to get in touch with internal skills or something - he just hopes that it is not fake like modern times, and he is not greedy.
For example, if you can jump about ten feet on the same spot, of course...he doesn't mind if it's two feet...
If you want to practice martial arts, you must have a good body. Now, if you want to find a hero or something to teach you, it is not very reliable. The right way is to keep your feet on the ground. So in the morning when it is not raining, the daily morning exercise is still the same.
He continued and doubled the intensity in order to achieve maximum results. He did sit-ups, push-ups, and long-distance running. When he passed the house where Nie Yunzhu lived a few days ago, a woman wearing a simple dress stood there and saw him.
, when he came closer, he pulled his sleeves together and saluted: "Mr. Ning."
Ning Yi was sweating profusely and panting. He struggled to smile, waved his hands, and couldn't say "hi", and then... just ran over like that...
Nie Yunzhu was left standing there, stunned for a long time.
She... finally decided to come out and say hello...