The entrance to the old residence of Lai Da, the steward of the Rongguo Mansion, is now hung with a plaque reading "Heshan Academy North Campus".
The fonts on this black lacquered gold plaque are powerful, dignified and deep, making people feel awe-inspiring at first sight.
When I got closer, I saw the inscription on the plaque, and I realized that the person who wrote it was the senior scholar Yao Qianzhi and the world-famous calligrapher Yao Qianzhi.
Two days later, a group of scholars wearing "Heshan Academy style" attire got off the boat at Dongzhimen Pier. A team of four got on the covered mule cart that had been waiting on the pier and arrived at the gate of the North Campus of Heshan Academy.
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At the entrance of the academy, these forty students first lined up in a neat line, bowed to the plaque on the door, and then lined up to enter.
The manners of these young people are polite, calm and free. You can tell at a glance that each of them not only has excellent knowledge, but also has excellent education. The clothes, shoes and hats they wear are of the same style, and they are all simple and elegant.
Compared with them, many young people studying in Beijing would feel ashamed.
Although the people in Beijing are said to be well-informed about such a scene, they are still shocked and spread it to others.
Not to mention, when Jia Hu and Jia Qiong respectfully escorted the famous scholar off the boat, and Jia Lianjia, the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture, personally went to Dongzhimen Pier to greet him, there was a sensation in the capital.
Onlookers followed the car all the way, and they were surrounded by people on three levels inside and three outside.
After all, if there is a child studying at home in Beijing, he knows that there is a great Confucian scholar in the world.
There are also people who ask relatives and friends as far away as Suzhou to bring back books such as "Xue Si Lu" and "Honghu Wenxuan" written by Mr. Shuyou, as a reference for their children who are taking exams.
It's a pity that mountains and rivers are far apart. Otherwise, if my children were lucky enough to study with Mr. Shuyou, they would be very close to being named on the gold list.
I heard that Mr. Jia has now invited "Heshan Academy" to set up a branch in Beijing. Can every family in Beijing with children studying in Beijing still be able to sit still? Who doesn't want to ask grandpa and grandma to send their children to "Heshan Academy" to study? Since the end of the universe is the public examination, then "Heshan Academy" is the real "universal public examination school".
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People and things in this world most of the time end up being "not as famous as they are when they meet" and "not as good as they are when they meet". Later generations call it "death in the light".
For example, this legendary literary great, an absolutely famous teacher in the national civil service examination tutoring class, and several famous mentors and book friends who have become civil servants, are actually literary saints of this dynasty. But in fact, they are not as similar as the legendary Saint Confucius.
The basin is named "Qiu", hence the ugly appearance of "dragons, tigers, eagles and fans"; it is also not like the legendary Lao Tzu, who was conceived in his mother's womb for eighty years and was born with all his hair and beard white.
, just like an old man; there is not even the "strange appearance" of double pupils in the eyes, hands hanging down and knees, let alone the strange features of three heads, six arms, thousands of hands and thousands of eyes.
This Mr. Book Friend is just an ordinary, fair-skinned, well-mannered, short, fat man who always looks cheerful.
If you have to find something special that makes you stand out, it would be that you look "tender".
Perhaps because he has been immersed in knowledge for many years and has a simple mind and a peaceful mind, this book lover looks like he is only in his forties, but in fact he has already celebrated his fifty-eighth birthday.
However, others cannot see this.
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Mr. Shuyou doesn't care much about the crowd watching - if people want to see it, then just watch it. Anyway, you won't lose a piece of meat if you look at it.
As for what the crowd is talking about, Mr. Shuyou doesn't even care - what others say is other people's business, why should I care about that?
After getting off the car, Mr. Shuyou looked at the plaque written by Mr. Yao Qianzhi at the gate and felt a little emotional.
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As soon as Mr. Yao Qianzhi heard that Jia Lian was going to build an academy in Beijing, he nodded repeatedly and strongly supported Mr. Shuyou's move north.
The reason is that Suzhou is in the south, where there are abundant resources and rich literary styles, while the capital is in the north, where there are more dandies and fewer books.
If the academic style declines at the feet of the majestic emperor, then the decadence of the country's morale will be evident.
Mr. Yao Qianzhi lives far away from the rivers and lakes, but he is worried about the height of the temple and never changes his concern for the country and the people. Especially after hearing Jia Lian say, "What the poor people lack is structure, what the dandy children lack is realm." Mr. Yao Qianzhi
I deeply agree.
Educate the poor children well and give them a way to advance, and teach the dandy children well and let them understand the principles of serving the country and the people, both are planning for the future of this country.
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Mr. Shuyou took Jia Lian's hand and was a little excited:
"Yongbi, you are so fast.
You told me before that you would start building the "North Campus of Heshan Academy" as soon as you returned to Beijing. I thought that even if you had enough money, it would take a year to prepare.
Who would have thought that you could build it so quickly?
When I set out, Mr. Yao personally saw me off and specially inscribed a plaque on the academy.
The old man said that he still has some thin noodles in Beijing, but he can still do his best.
I really didn’t expect that you would prepare such a big house.”
House?
Just a house?
When Mr. Shuyou saw the "Grand View Garden" which was also written by Shan Ziye, but the area was reduced by half, he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.
How could there be such a poetic garden in the prosperous capital city where every inch of land is precious?
There are quiet and winding paths between the rugged rocks. There are spots of moss between the bluestone paths, and there are branches and green vines on the roadside.
Winding paths lead to secluded areas, with overlapping mountains, springs, rocks, trees, green bamboos and flowers intertwined with pavilions, pavilions, ponds and waterside pavilions. It is a quiet place where "a house is built in a human environment", and the sounds of cars, horses and people are shut out.
Location.
"This...this costs too much."
Mr. Book Friend, who has always been unfazed by flattery, was really flattered this time.
"Yongbi, how much money will you spend on this?
I really didn’t expect you...why did you buy such a big garden? This...this is...oh, it’s so luxurious."
Then I saw Chen Suoweng's ink dragon hanging in the main hall, the smoke of agarwood incense lingering in the Xuande furnace, and the dappled sunlight coming from the flower window carving the Three Friends of Suihan reflected on a rosewood marble bookcase.
, there are more than ten square treasure inkstones on the case.
Mr. Shuyou couldn't help but sigh:
"Too extravagant, too extravagant!
Raise the hall high and divert water from area to area.
Dung, gold, jade and treasure are still not luxurious.
The alleys are full of basil, but who knows how beautiful they are?"
Jia Lian was still sighing:
"This is Lao Zhu's 'sour water'. Where has the literati's self-proclaimed 'joking about four people having fun, being rich and powerful and being unmoved' gone?"
Mr. Shuyou's eyes were suddenly fixed on the red sandalwood piano table beside him. There was a black lacquer guqin in the shape of a string of beads, with fine running water lines on it.
Mr. Shuyou stepped forward hurriedly, took the qin in his hand and took a closer look. He saw official script inscriptions carved on the left and right sides of the bottom of the qin, which read: "Its sound is deep and strong, and its rhyme is harmonious and sharp" and "Who knows how to come out of Cuanzhong"?
Exclaim:
"Thunder! Spring Thunder!"
Jia Lian was shocked.
Thunder? Who struck whom?
But Mr. Shuyou’s eyes were shining brightly, and he would not let go of the piano:
"Tang Qin Chun Lei! This is Tang Qin Chun Lei! An unparalleled treasure!"
Jia Lian scratched his head:
The guqin isn't called "Spring Rain", it's called "Spring Thunder"? Why isn't it called "Jingzhe"? The people of the Tang Dynasty were so devoid of text.
Jia Lian didn't dare to say such tasteless words.
Mr. Reading Friend caressed the body of the piano and looked at it endlessly. Jia Lian turned around and walked out of the house, walked to the second door, and asked Jia Yun who was still busy:
"Is there a Tang Qin in that room? Do Lai Da and his family have such an elegant and valuable thing?"