Feng Ang is qualified to show off in front of him.
Fang Jun bowed slightly, cupped his fists and saluted: "Junior Fang Jun, I have met Duke Yue."
Feng An straightened his back and was more polite this time. He stretched out his hand and said, "Sit down, no need to be polite."
Fang Jun smiled and said: "Etiquette cannot be abolished, and it is not surprising if many people use it."
Feng Ang was tall and broad-shouldered. Even when he was sitting there on his knees, he looked like a tall man, exuding a majestic and domineering air.
Hearing this, Feng Ang had an indifferent expression on his face, and just stretched out his hand to stroke the neat white beard under his chin: "There is a lot of hypocrisy in courtesy to people. How can you know that being polite and respectful on the lips is not scolding others for relying on their old age?"
This old man is quite interesting.
Fang Jun knelt down in front of Feng An.
Well, I hate sitting on my knees the most...
He was complaining in his heart, but with a respectful smile on his face: "Having an old man in the family is like having a treasure. When a person is old, he has probably seen the world, knows how to advance and retreat, and understands choices, but it is not what we young boys can match.
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Feng Ang laughed when he heard this.
When he smiled, the corners of his eyes drooped slightly at first, and two shallow nasolabial folds appeared at the ends of his nose. Not only did he not feel the slightest smile, but he felt a creepy sense of crisis.
It's like facing a hungry lone wolf...
"But there is another saying, if you are too old to die, you are a thief!" Feng An looked at Fang Jun and said.
Confucius's old friend Yuan Rang was sitting with his legs spread apart, waiting for Confucius. Confucius scolded him and said: "When you were young, you did not respect filial piety and brotherhood. When you grow up, you have no achievements to speak of. When you are old and do not die, you are really a pest."
." After saying that, he hit his calf with his cane, blaming him for being impolite and being old and immoral.
Why was Confucius scolding him for spreading his legs?
The ancients sat with their knees on the ground and their feet, which is similar to kneeling, but the kneeler is straight and the buttocks are not touching the ankles. If the soles of the feet are on the ground, the buttocks hang back, and the knees are raised in front, it is called squatting, or squatting. Sitting on the buttocks, stretching forward
If the legs are shaped like a skip, it is said to be squatting. Han people sit on their knees, while Yi people squat.
Therefore, Confucius looked down upon Yuan Rang and scolded him for his lack of virtue...
In his spare time, Fang Jun would also read the popular classics of the era such as the Four Books and Five Classics. After all, he was known as a "literary man". If others scolded him based on the classics, but he would smile and not understand, wouldn't it be a source of laughter and embarrassment to the whole family?
?
But he still understood the meaning of this sentence.
Then he smiled and said: "It is a virtue to be rich because of the ability to give, to be poor to have nothing to ask for is a virtue, to be noble is a virtue to not have others, and to be humble is a virtue to forget one's power." There is no virtue, and you know it in your heart, but you want to be worthy of heaven and earth.
And he cares about the praise and slander of the world?"
This is a famous saying by Lu Kun in the Ming Dynasty.
Rich people should regard charity as a virtue; poor people should regard having no desires as a virtue; noble people should regard courtesy as a virtue; people of low status should regard contempt of the powerful as a virtue.
Whether a person is virtuous or not is not something others can say. You know it clearly in your heart...
Feng An's long eyebrows moved slightly and he stared at Fang Jun in surprise.
Ever since Fang Jun entered the room, Feng Ang had completely suppressed his momentum. He wanted to get a head start for the conversation he was about to start. Unexpectedly, this young dignitary who had not yet reached his age has always been calm and relaxed.
He looked unconcerned and kept refuting Feng An's words in a subtle way. Especially the last sentence was quite a warning. How could Feng An not be surprised?
The most important thing is the sentence "Know how to advance and retreat, know what to choose." He doesn't think that this was said by Fang Jun unintentionally, or that the attitude of His Majesty or Fang Xuanling accidentally leaked? If this is true, it would be serious.
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Despite his great reputation, he still underestimated his Majesty’s number one favorite...
After a little testing, Feng An knew that Fang Jun should not be underestimated, and his attitude naturally changed.
The boiling water in the copper kettle was steaming. Feng An stretched out his hand to lift the copper kettle. He declined Fang Jun's offer to do it for him and said with a smile: "I got some top-quality Longjing from an old friend. I can't wait to get it."
If I want to try it, I have to do it in front of Erlang."
Longjing was created by Fang Jun. In front of him and Longjing, it was really like "doing the same thing"...
But what surprised Fang Jun was not this, but Feng Ang's words.
Just got the best Longjing from an old friend?
People of Feng An's status, just like the provincial and ministerial-level officials of later generations, have too many interests involved, and every move they make will be magnified infinitely. Therefore, when facing subordinates or colleagues, no words are said.
Nonsense, every word contains a special meaning.
Feng An's words are certainly not casual, because the output of top-quality Longjing is very rare. On the one hand, it is difficult to obtain due to the complicated production methods, and on the other hand, it is also a method devised by Fang Jun to improve the quality of Longjing.
And Fang Jun just gave Zhang Zhongjian two kilograms of tea, but only a few days ago...
But didn't Zhang Zhongjian say that he and Feng An had a quarrel? He would rather go to Linyi to buy weapons and armor than Feng An, so why did he turn around and give Feng An the Longjing tea he had "blackmailed" from Fang Jun?
There is a story in this...
Feng An obviously likes to drink tea and is very skilled in making tea. However, he probably has never seen the real method of drinking green tea. The procedure of drinking "tea soup" is similar to that of the past.
Watching Feng An make tea and pour it directly into two crystal clear white jade teacups, Fang Jun raised his eyebrows and hesitated to speak.
Because Feng An had already taken a sip, and while thinking about it, he praised: "Drinking tea like this is like tasting all the flavors of life. The fragrance is simple and meaningful, and the aftertaste is endless. Erlang is indeed a gift from God to the Tang Dynasty."
You didn't ask me to come for tea, did you?
From the moment he walked in, Old Feng's words were full of provocations. Fang Jun didn't want to continue probing like this, so he got straight to the point: "The Duke of Yue has summoned this junior. If there is anything that I need to do, please give me your instructions. Don't do it."
See outside."
Feng An chuckled: "What's the matter? I just met an old friend again a few days ago, and I sighed in my heart that life is short and a fleeting moment passes by. In the blink of an eye, yesterday's yellow flowers and green hair have turned into snow... I heard that Erlang is here
Then Lin Yi State purchased two seaports, and even got Lin Yi State's permission to station troops and collect commercial taxes. It was really a sigh of relief that a new generation was replacing the old ones! I think back then, I coveted Lin Yi State, but in the end, I never sent a single soldier.
This is a regret for my life. Therefore, when I heard the servant reported that Erlang had led the fleet to arrive here, I wanted to see you, the young hero!"
Fang Jun grinned and smiled shyly: "Haha, it made the Duke of Yue laugh. I guess it's not as famous as the meeting, right?"
Old man, why are you teasing me?
Feng Ang, the "King of Lingnan" who is in charge of Lingnan, called me over to see what he looked like when he had nothing to do.
Feng Ang laughed heartily: "No, meeting each other is far better than being famous! The youthful spirit, scolding Fang Qiu, and opening up the territory outside the territory, is a hundred times stronger than me! If I were thirty years younger, I would definitely not let you, Erlang, dominate
I am more beautiful than before, and I will definitely compete with you! It is a pity that the ruthless ambitions of the years have been lost, and the pride of the past is no longer the same..."
When I talk about it later, I feel very sad, full of the sadness and helplessness of a hero who is old and old. I think back then, this man was also an iron horse, a heroic man who occupied Lingnan like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring!
It is a pity that now I am old and frail. I am afraid that I can no longer mount the horse, lift the spear, or draw the bow. All my ambitions have been washed away by the passing years. Only this old and frail body is left, tasting tea and remembering. With the heroic spirit of the past...
Fang Jun said solemnly: "Why did Duke Yue say this? Your life has been an example for our descendants to admire and yearn for! You can guard Lingnan by yourself, so that countless people in Lingnan can be protected from the ravages of war, and every family can live in peace. , every household is happy with their work, isn’t such meritorious service several times better than opening up new territories?”
These words truly come from the heart.
No matter how much desire Feng Ang had in his heart to separatism and rule as king, he never took that step, which allowed the land of Lingnan to be peaceful in the turbulent years at the end of the year without being greatly affected. This is the supreme achievement!
Then again, who doesn’t have desire?
It would be abnormal if a powerful man with hundreds of thousands of soldiers and generals from several states in Lingnan didn’t have the slightest ambition in the era of the late Sui Dynasty when all the heroes were fighting together!
Feng An only relied on Lin Shihong for a few years, but he immediately saw clearly the situation and put things right, accepted Li Jing's appeal, and submitted to the Tang Dynasty. From then on, Lingnan became more stable and prosperous, and Feng An was indispensable.
"Hahaha... To be able to receive such praise from Fang Erlang, who is the pride of today's scholars and a hero in the literary world, this life will be finalized for me. What regrets will I have in death? Come, come, have tea!"
Not only was he really happy, confused and fake, Feng An was very happy and even gave Fang Jun a top hat.
Feng Anzhi’s life merits and demerits, how could it be Fang Jun’s turn to comment on them?
Fang Jun looked at the tea cup that Feng An pushed to his eyes with his own hands, with a confused look on his face.
Feng Ang was slightly startled: "Why don't you drink?"
Fang Jun pondered for a moment and stared at the crystal clear white jade teacup: "No matter how good the tea leaves are, they are fried by hand. During the process, they will inevitably be contaminated by debris and dust, so as long as the tea is fried, the first brew will It’s going to be dumped…”
He was a little tangled in what he said. He really didn't want to cause trouble to Feng An, and he couldn't bear to see an old man who loved tea ceremony hurt. After all, it was really not a pleasant thing to drink tea all the time...
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Even after Fang Jun had left for a long time, Feng An still sat there on his knees with a gloomy look on his face.
An old man who looked like a servant came in quietly with his waist hunched over, placed a small porcelain jar on the coffee table in front of Feng Ang, and whispered: "Master, Marquis Huating has already boarded the ship. Before leaving, he said... The tea we brought with us on this trip has been used up, and only this little bit left over will be given to the owner of the family. When we return to Huating Town, we will arrange for some good tea for the owner to taste."
After saying that, he lowered his head and stood aside, waiting for the master's instructions.
However, Feng An remained silent and a little absent-minded.
He was still brooding over the fact that he had been drinking bubble tea for two years...