The next day, Wei Chen asked the steward of the Sheng family at the wine shop for some help, and went to Xiyin Village to pick up Zhang Xu, and by the way, he packed and delivered the belongings in the small courtyard.
The guards Ruyi and Zhang Ming called Fang Jia, the neighbors on the left and right, and the scribes in the yamen to witness, and signed a house deed with Fang Yazi in public.
The neighbors in the alley heard that the newly moved neighbor was a little prodigy, so they all happily came over to help with the move, saying some auspicious words to seek good luck.
Under the guidance of Wei Ruyi, Wei Chen thanked everyone one by one according to the rules, and told everyone that in a few days they would set up a running water mat in the alley and treat the neighbors to a meal.
After Wei Chen saw off the guests, he returned to the courtyard.
Wei Ruyi and Zhang Ming were a little tired after a busy day, but their joy of moving into a new home was not diminished at all.
Wei Ruyi counted on her fingers what to buy and add, such as furniture, fabrics, pots and bowls, candlesticks, bed curtains, etc.
Zhang Ming was remembering next to him, preparing to go out to purchase soon.
The most excited person was Zhang Xu. He was lying on a wicker chair, looking around, chatting nonstop with Wei Chen.
Hearing that Wei Chen said that he would live on the first floor of the small building in the inner courtyard, Zhang Xu was so happy that he rolled over with joy. He took Wei Chen's arm and talked about the future plans of his small house.
Wei Chen listened quietly to Zhang Xu's chatter, occasionally echoing a few words softly, but he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.
It’s been almost half a year since I came to this world, and I finally have a decent place for my family to settle down. We no longer have to travel around for a living. Wei Chen still feels a sense of accomplishment for this.
Zhang Xu's voice became more and more tired as he talked, and soon he fell asleep on the wicker chair. Wei Chen also closed his eyes, listening to the rustling wind outside the window, feeling extremely peaceful in his heart.
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In the early morning, the white fish belly appears in the east, and the quiet market becomes lively again, with small merchants and hawkers carrying poles selling everywhere.
On the street, Qian, the boss of Fuyuan Bookstore, picked up the tea bowl in his hand, rinsed his mouth, yawned, and directed his assistants to pull the door panels one by one, preparing to start business.
At this time, a young man walked in front of the store, wearing a square scarf and cleanly washed clothes, with bright eyes and full of vitality.
Boss Qian saw the person coming clearly, quickly put down his tea bowl, and said with an enthusiastic smile: "Mr. Wei, are you here to buy paper and post it so early?"
Wei Chen smiled: "Yes, all the paper I bought last time has been used up."
"Young master is really studious!" Boss Qian praised, and then asked: "Or is it a large submission paper with two sides?"
"Yes."
Boss Qian nodded and gave orders to the clerk. The clerk immediately picked up the paper knife, cut out the large stack of paper, making a wiping sound, and then neatly tied it with paper tape.
Da Zhenwen costs 300 Wen, which is a relatively expensive paper. Scholars use it exclusively to write papers.
Wei Chen paid the money, turned a corner into the alley with three large documents in his hand, and walked dozens of steps until he arrived in front of his house.
After entering the door, Wei Ruyi happened to meet Wei Ruyi walking out of the house with a basin of water: "Brother Chen, you are going to buy paper again! Come and have breakfast quickly. I have cooked hot porridge and steamed buns."
"Okay, got it."
Wei Chen responded with a smile and walked all the way through the front yard to the small building where he lived.
When I went upstairs and opened the window, I saw white walls and black tiles, and in the distance I could see boats passing by on the Youyang River.
The hustle and bustle outside the alley is mostly blocked by the saddle wall, making it quiet and peaceful, just right for reading.
After a while, Wei Ruyi brought breakfast. Wei Chen ate two meat buns and a bowl of hot porridge, then opened the article of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, put it on the desk, and read it aloud.
The sound of reading loudly echoed like gold and stone, resounding throughout the two-story building.
Not long after, Wei Ruyi's shouting and cursing came from downstairs: "The sun is shining on your butt, are you still sleeping? Get up! Listen to your brother Chen, you have been working hard upstairs early in the morning!" p>
Zhang Xu reluctantly crawled out of the warm bed, put on his clothes, and said with a grimace: "I regret it. Being neighbors with Brother Chen is not fun at all. I want to go back to Xiyin Village!" p>
Wei Chen upstairs heard Zhang Xu's wailing and couldn't help but smile.
Zhang Xu is an eccentric kid, but he has no interest in studying at all. He may not be able to go to school in the future.
However, Wei Chen will not force him to do this. Zhang Xu is young and has an undecided temperament. When he shows interest in a certain aspect, Wei Chen will naturally help him.
Wei Chen paused for a moment, took a sip of light tea to moisten his throat, then picked up the notes from the Eight Great Masters in his hand and read again.
He has now made some achievements in the Four Books and Five Classics and Cheng and Zhu's commentaries. Now he is going to dabble in the eight major works to improve his speaking skills.
With Wei Chen's ability, he has naturally memorized the content of the article. However, the reason why the Eight Great Masters are called the Eight Great Masters has its own merits. The secrets in the article cannot be simply memorized.
Comprehensive.
For example, Han Yu's writings are as majestic as the great rivers, and Su Shi's writings are like the gushing springs of thousands of dendrobiums. Such articles have clear rhyme and sonorous tone, and the more they read, the more interesting they become.
Wei Chen also read it over and over again, and then gradually got the true flavor of it.
After reading the article, my thoughts are clear, my body and mind are relaxed, my mind is full of inspiration, and I immediately have the urge to write.
Wei Chen immediately took out a large piece of submission paper, spread it out, held it with a paperweight, then sharpened his ink, picked up his pen, and started writing on the paper.
Occasionally, I would stop for a moment, consider the words, take a sip of light tea, and think carefully with the fragrance of tea between my lips and teeth.
When he finished writing the article, there was still half a pot of tea. Wei Chen raised the paper and started admiring it. The more he read, the more satisfied he became.
This article has both rhetoric and ancient style. It can be called the best article he has written since he entered school.
Suddenly, Wei Chen felt a chill on the tip of his nose and quickly looked out the window. It turned out that it was raining.
The rain dripped messily from the eaves, hitting the black tiles, ticking, crisp and sweet.
Wei Chen gathered the papers in his arms, then closed the window, went downstairs, picked up his rain gear, informed Wei Ruyi, then went out alone and walked slowly along the river.
When he arrived at the free school, Wei Chen showed Lin Yan a dozen articles he had written in the past few days.
Lin Yan finished reading each article, stroking his short beard, nodded slowly and said: "Yes, each article is better than the other, especially the last one, which has the style of everyone in the Tang and Song Dynasties."
Wei Chen said: "Students were reading Mr. Dongpo's article today and happened to read the sentence "Send a mayfly to the sky and the earth, a drop in the vast ocean", so I felt inspired and wrote this article."
Lin Yan listened, smiled and nodded: "Mr. Dongpo's writing style is wonderful and changeable, and it is difficult to imitate it easily. Although your article is far inferior, it can still be regarded as a bit of his authenticity."
When Lin Yan said this, Wei Chen was immediately flattered and hurriedly said modestly: "Mr. Dongpo is so talented that no student dares to compare with him. This article is just an occasional impression and cannot be counted." p>
"Not arrogant, not impatient, very good."
A hint of appreciation flashed in Lin Yan's eyes, and he continued: "You have studied the articles of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties to this point. It is already very good. Next, you can start reading the selected works."
The Selected Works, also known as "Selected Works of Zhaoming", was compiled by literati organized by Prince Zhaoming, the son of Emperor Wu of Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties. It selected the works of more than a hundred famous writers from the pre-Qin Dynasty to the Southern Dynasties in the past thousand years.
If Wei Chen can understand this anthology thoroughly, draw on the strengths of other writers, and integrate it into his own, then his article will truly be considered a success.