After the death of Mrs. Hu, the woman in the sixth house, the couple had a major disagreement. Her mother, Ms. Bai Zhao, still insisted that Mrs. Hu was just a worn-out piece of window paper, and if she tore it off, she should re-paste it with a good one as soon as possible. She now behaves
She was even more stubborn than the old man Bingde. She said that when she entered the Bai family, the old grandpa was still buying Chinese medicinal materials in the mountains. He took Bingde with him and asked his second son, Bingyi, to farm at home. That year Bingyi
After being killed, the old grandfather rushed back from the mountains. He was attacked by bandits on the way. When he got home, he was so angry that he vomited blood and died. Bingde rented the two traditional Chinese medicine purchase shops to a mountain man named Wu and returned to Baidu.
Lu Cun came to support the family. She gave birth to seven girls and three boys with him, and only supported two girls and one child, Jiaxuan. Six of the other seven were infected with untreatable four-six wind disease within a few months, and were buried until
The blood in the cattle pen turned into blood and cow dung and urine were thrown into the fields. Only Jiaxuan's brother, who had grown up to be six years old, could hold the ramrod and shake the fruits on the Shaguo tree. It was unclear.
What kind of disease did she suffer from? Her belly became swollen day by day, her arms and legs became thinner and thinner, until her whole body was yellow and translucent, and finally she couldn't survive. Jiaxuan still has no woman, let alone any heirs. Maybe one day she will die suddenly and go to the underworld.
How did the son explain to the old man Bingde who left first? Jiaxuan said sincerely that he had thought of all the interests and risks of the relationship that his mother mentioned and was as anxious as his mother, but this time he could not do things in a hurry. If this continues, what will happen to his life?
Nothing could be done, and I was only busy with the red and white matters of marrying a wife and burying someone. I had to ask Mr. Yin and Yang to find out what was wrong. Mrs. Bai Zhao agreed.
There was a heavy snowfall at night. The farmers were stuck at home due to the thick snow, and there was nothing else to do except clear the snow in the courtyard and door. Lu San got up early and had already cleared the snow in Mahao's yard.
, the drying ground was also cleaned, and the snow at the entrance of the mill was swept away. Maybe someone would come to grind flour. When Jiaxuan got up and opened the street gate, he finally went in to sweep away the snow in the yard.
Jiaxuan had already gotten up and swept the snow in the front yard into several snowdrifts. He opened the street door and greeted Lu San and asked him to push the snow out with a trolley. He was about to go out and had no time to clear it. He
She didn’t tell anyone except her mother that she was here to invite Mr. Yin Yang, so as not to cause another quarrel. The roads in the village alleys were connected by clearing away the snow one by one. The snow on the ox cart road outside the village and the roads on both sides
The snow in the wheat fields was so dense that it was difficult to distinguish. He leaned on a stick and walked towards the silver-white fields with a crunching sound under his feet. Green, blue and red light strips shone in the snow, and a colorful maze often appeared in front of him.
Qionglou Fairy Pavilion. He climbed up a dirt beam and was already sweating. He untied his trousers and relieved himself. His hot urine pierced a gaping hole in the thick snow. At this moment, he looked aimlessly.
Looking at the snowy scene on the plain, distinguishing the ridges of my own wheat field covered with heavy snow, I accidentally saw a lump of wet soil on a gentle slope. The entire wilderness was covered with dazzling white snow. Why couldn't I sit there?
Who in the snow had peed there? No human footprints or wild animal hoof marks were found around the sieve-sized pile of wet soil. He walked over with curiosity. The exposed brown earth was wet and seemed to be wet.
Wisps of steam are steaming. What's even stranger is the green leaves of a thistle creeping on the ground. It's called thistle in traditional Chinese medicine. It can stop bleeding, poison, clear fire and diuresis. Strange thing is that all the trees are withered and the grass is frozen to death all over the mountains and fields.
How could a small green thistle grow in the cold winter of March 9th?
The leaves. He dug more and more carefully into the soil, and another leaf of the same color was revealed. Digging deeper, a tender and pink stalk of the same color was revealed. Until it was completely dug out, the stalk was decorated with
There were five leaves of different sizes. He wanted to pull it up by the roots, but then he thought about it. Maybe it was some kind of precious herb. What if it died when it was pulled out? It would lose its medicinal properties and become waste. He carefully backfilled the wet soil.
He went in, kicked and scraped the surrounding snow to disguise the scene, and then squatted down and squeezed out a puddle of shit. No one would suspect that the place was messy. He wiped the dirt on his hands with snow, and returned to
On the original bullock cart road.
He immediately turned around and walked back, stepping on the footwells on the snowy road he had stepped on when he came, waiting for two days before looking for Mr. Yin Yang. When he got home, his mother and Lu San both asked him why he came back.
He all replied that the snow on the road was too thick and too slippery to climb the slow slope, and they all believed it. He returned to his mansion and dug out a lithographed book of "The Encyclopedia of Medicinal Herbs of Qin" from the box.
Come on, this is a family heirloom. When my grandfather and father were buying medicinal materials in the mountains, they used this book to identify authenticity. Now, he patiently turned the pages of the thin and crisp beige bamboo paper.
After identifying and comparing them one by one, he finally found no similar drug names. He guessed in his heart that it was either a monster or a treasure. If the monster rashly digs for it, it may cause disaster. If the treasure cannot figure out how to preserve and prepare it, it will be destroyed if it is pulled out.
He thought that Mr. Leng must know the goods, but it would be hard to tell if it was a treasure that might be offered as tribute to the emperor, so he immediately rejected the move. He thought of his brother-in-law, Mr. Zhu, in anxiety, and couldn't help but feel happy.
Mr. Zhu has just returned from giving lectures in the south. A gentleman from Hangzhou warmly invited him and spoke sincerely. He admired his unique insights and hoped that this trip to the south would bring exchanges between scholars from the north and the south, and he would also visit and appreciate the scenery of the south. He was very interested.
, took advantage of the opportunity to go south, thinking that I had studied hard since childhood, chanted day and night, and stayed alone at the desk, and finally made the academic world look at me with admiration. This trip will fully explain my many years of painstaking study of Cheng and Zhu's unique insights, with a view to promoting the authentic thoughts of the Guanzhong School. Again
Moreover, he has not been out of Qin since he was a child, and he really wanted to visit the beautiful south to gain more knowledge and broaden his horizons. However, the trip was not very pleasant, so he went there in good spirits and returned disappointed.
After arriving in the south, my colleagues put aside the lectures and spent several days touring the mountains and rivers. At first they were enjoyable, but after three days they became bored. Wherever they went, there were nothing more than small bridges, flowing water, towers and pavilions, and the names of ancient temples.
The temple looks very much the same. The life of eating, drinking and playing all day has completely disrupted the habit of morning reading and afternoon study that he has formed over the years. He feels bored and has no way to mention the lectures to his friends. Several people
The intellectuals and scholars from the north and the south who gathered together quickly became familiar with each other, and the etiquette and politeness were naturally relaxed. The disrespectful and joking jokes were endless. They all unanimously focused their happiness on his clothes and spoken language. He was dressed in cloth and blue shirt.
The green trousers, green robe, black shoes and stockings are all made by the hands of a good wife. The cotton is grown, spun, woven, cut and sewn from head to toe. There is not a single foreign thread or strand of silk. The wife starches it with noodle soup and beats it with a mallet until it becomes hard.
His clothes made them feel ridiculously old-fashioned and clumsy; the strong spoken language of Qin and the light tones of the south were no different from foreign languages, and they were often ridiculed and amused by them. He gradually became dissatisfied with their frivolity. One day after dinner, they led
He entered a fireworks building. When he realized what kind of place he was going, he was furious and walked away. He was furious at his friend who invited him to go south to give lectures: "Be a teacher, preach and teach, and solve doubts. In today's world, people's hearts are not as old as they used to be."
, we have no shirk, we should write books and make arguments, speak out loudly, and correct the world. Instead, we spend the day traveling around mountains and rivers, drinking and having fun, and at night looking for flowers and willows, dreaming of death and drunkenness..." My friend explained again and again, saying that several colleagues were originally
With good intentions, I saw that he was in a bad mood recently, and I was afraid that he would miss his family after being away from home for a long time, so... Mr. Zhu said disdainfully: "A gentleman should be cautious about being alone. This is the basis of self-cultivation for students. If the appearance is not the same as the inside, how can you be honest with others?"
"How did the world come to such absurd speculation?" He immediately decided decisively and set off for the north at dawn without staying any longer. His friend repeatedly tried to persuade him to stay, saying that if he left in a hurry without even teaching once, it would be difficult for him to support his face. Mr. Zhu then gave in and
After speaking for a while, language became a big obstacle again. Some frivolous disciples secretly laughed at his pronunciation and had no intention of listening. Mr. Zhu was even more annoyed and sighed with emotion: There are many talented people in the South, but there is no knowledge in the South. He replied feeling frustrated.
When I arrived in Guanzhong, I climbed to the top of Huashan Mountain in one breath, and when I was about to breathe out, Shan Na immediately recited a poem called "Qi Jue":
Break through thousands of white clouds
The water on Yangtian Lake is melting
The atmosphere in the sky is overwhelming
The mainstay of the human world is this peak
Mr. Zhu has been very smart since he was a child. At the age of 16, he passed the county examination and won the first place in the provincial examination.
Mr. Zhu showed his filial piety at his father's funeral and did not go to the bus. According to the regulations, his qualification for the provincial examination was revoked. Fang Sheng, the governor of Shaanxi Province, loved his talent and admired his filial piety. He recommended it to the Ming court, and the emperor made an exception and approved the results of the provincial examination.
The governor Fang Sheng entrusted him with the important task, but Mr. Zhu politely declined. Official documents were sent back and forth six or seven times, but he still refused to accept the resignation. It was not until the governor came in person that Mr. Zhu said: "You treat me like a brother, but do you know that you are doing harm to your whole body?"
The symptoms of paralysis are in vain at best, even if I can swing my hand or walk with this foot. If I don't become one of your hands or one of your feet, but instead pray to immortals and gods for you and pray for a panacea, so that you can feel free all over.
Your hands and feet are also flexible, so do you want me to be one of your hands or one of your feet, or do you want me to ask for that panacea for you? You will definitely choose the latter. In this case, you will understand.
." Governor Fang did not force himself. Mr. Zhu immediately moved into Bailu Academy.
Bailu Academy is located on the slope of Bailuyuan in the northwest of the county. It is also known as Sulu Temple and has a long history. During the Song Dynasty, a local official from Henan was transferred to Guanzhong and rode a mule over the Qinling Mountains to Zishui County to transfer to a sedan chair.
Wandering around the fluttering catkins of the Zishui River and the green wheat seedlings on the original slope, I suddenly saw a snow-white deer leaping in the air and disappearing into the green again. The clerk immediately called the sedan bearer to stop, and everyone got off the sedan to pay attention.
When I could no longer see the shadow of Bailu, I asked the bearer of the sedan chair what the original name was. The bearer said: "Bailuyuan." The clerk said "Oh" and got on the sedan chair. Half a month later, the clerk came in person.
After that, he bought the piece of land, built a house and a monastery, moved his family to settle down, and determined the location of his tomb. The minor official’s only son is still a minor official, but the four grandsons of the minor official are all here.
He became four Jinshis, one of whom was promoted to Prime Minister Zuo, and was as famous as Sima Guang Wenyanbo. All four Jinshis had their own writings. After all four brothers died, the emperor ordered a temple to be built to commemorate their merits, and the height, width, and thickness formats were established.
The four identical brick pagodas are arranged on both sides of the ancestral gate regardless of official position but only according to seniority. The imperial inscription "Si Lu'an" is written on the head of the gate. A descendant of the Lu family was giving lectures in the temple and hung up the "Si Lu'an" plaque.
The sign of "Bailu Academy". This mythical true story has been recited and chewed by the previous generations of Bailuyuan for thousands of years. When Mr. Zhu first came here, the yard was full of weeds, and bats were like garlic on the beams.
They hung down like braids. Mr. Zhu used the abundant silver money granted to him by Governor Fang to hire craftsmen to completely renovate the house, and put a plaque of "White Deer Academy" written by Governor Fang on the original hanging wall.
On the front door of "Si Lu'an", the golden plaque inscribed by the emperor has disappeared. In the main hall, who knows who in the dynasty made the statues of the four gods. Mr. Zhu ordered the migrant workers to remove them, but the migrant workers were afraid to move forward.
Mr. Zhu stepped forward and pushed it down himself, and said casually: "I don't read the books of sages. I only know how to light wax and burn incense. I'm afraid the more I kowtow, the more dizzy I will become."
However, Mr. Zhu was regarded as a god and was being recited mysteriously and enthusiastically all over Bailuyuan. One year, the wheat had just been beaten, and every household was drying the new wheat on the smooth and flat wheat field. The sun was like fire, thousands of miles away.
It was cloudless, and a thick layer of fine soil had been trampled by people and livestock in the streets. Mr. Zhu walked in the village alleys wearing mud clogs, and the farmers who were hiding in the shade of the trees to guard the grain laughed at him.
I got nervous. It was a red sun and it wasn’t raining. Wearing mud clogs, wouldn’t you be making a fool of yourself? The children followed Mr. Zhu’s butt and laughed as if they were watching a trick. Mr. Zhu didn’t get angry or impatient, didn’t answer or defend himself, and went home to lie down and rest for the afternoon.
, the good wife laughed angrily at him, the more he read the book, the more he became confused, and he could not even distinguish between sunny and rainy days. Just as the farmers were taking a leisurely rest, a strong wind suddenly blew, passing through a layer of dark clouds, and in an instant, white rain fell.
The wheat field was suddenly filled with ocean, and many people's wheat was washed away by the flood. Only later did people realize the riddle of Mr. Zhu's mud clogs, and scolded themselves for being as stupid as pigs, even for Mr. Zhu's good intentions.