I went out for a walk today, but still didn't gain much.
I almost got taken advantage of by that old beggar who never repaid his kindness.
The disrespectful old liar deserves to be beaten.
The first thing Tang Ning did when she returned to the room was to place a few thin books given to him by the old liar on the corner of the table.
Not to mention, the thickness was just right. Tang Ning shook the table vigorously, but it stopped shaking at all.
Zhong Yi walked in from outside, looked at him, and said, "I looked through many poetry books today, but I couldn't find the song "Taishan Ode"..."
"I guess I saw it in some book before." Tangning said casually, "Maybe you don't have that book in your study..."
Zhong Yi thought for a while, looked at him and asked: "Could it be... that you did it before?"
It was not that she had never thought that this poem was Xie Daoyun's lost work. After all, "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions" preceded it, and he might have actually seen Xie Daoyun's last work before.
But the possibility of two things happening in succession is really small. In comparison, it is more likely to happen as she guessed.
"How is this possible..." Tangning waved her hand and said, "I can't write such a poem. I must have seen it before..."
Zhong Yi looked at him and said, "But I asked my father, and he said he had never seen it before."
Tangning thought for a moment and explained, "Maybe... maybe that book is a bit biased."
"Maybe it really was written by you." Zhong Yi said with some regret, "If you think about it carefully, maybe you can remember it..."
Tangning didn't know how to explain it.
These days, if you tell the truth, no one will believe it...
When Zhong Yi walked out of the courtyard, Tang Yaoyao lowered her head and followed her as if she had made a mistake.
She originally came to Tangning today to settle yesterday's debt.
Now, he has no mood to settle accounts at all. If he wants to settle accounts, he has to settle them with himself.
Zhong Yi looked back at her and comforted: "He can already remember the poems he made before. Don't be anxious, just take it step by step..."
Tang Yaoyao sighed and said, "I'm sorry for him too much..."
Tangning lay on the bed, knowing that Zhong Yi must have misunderstood.
The problem is that he still can't explain this misunderstanding, so he can only use the previous method to get through it.
Amnesia is really a good excuse. It never works. He is grateful to Tang Yaoyao for that hydrangea. It was she who changed his destiny. He owes Tang Yaoyao a lot.
After a small setback, Tangning's life returned to calm.
The illnesses of the villagers in Guojia Village have been controlled by Dr. Sun, and they have not caused any deaths and have gradually subsided.
Zhong Mingli made the fake god's story public, and was unanimously praised by the people of Yong'an County. When Tang Ning went out in the past few days, he heard many people praising him for his sharp eyesight...
He didn't care about this. It was better to do less than to do more. He went out for a walk every day, replayed his memories when he was bored, and watched two movies to relieve his boredom. Since Tang Yaoyao stopped bothering him, he could only watch movies to relieve his boredom.
After paying attention several times, Tangning finally discovered something.
After eating, he does not feel hungry easily, whether he is reading a book or taking a walk.
But if you choose to replay the memory and watch a two-hour movie, you will basically start to feel hungry by the time you finish watching it.
In other words, when he flips through his memories, he consumes a lot of energy.
This can lead to a very embarrassing thing.
In this era, there were no entertainment projects. People worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. When the sky darkened, it was time to rest.
But in Tang Ning's previous life, it was normal for him to stay up until after twelve o'clock. He was asked to fall asleep a few hours earlier, lying in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what, and could only relieve his boredom by replaying memories.
And this consumes a lot of energy.
So he gets hungry at night.
After Zhong Yi caught him three times sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night, she would bring some food to his room at a fixed time every night.
Sometimes it's a bowl of sweet porridge, sometimes it's a few side dishes.
Tang Ning felt a little embarrassed for always troubling her, so he chose to help Zhong Yi light the fire while she was cooking.
Zhong Yi doesn't go to bed early on weekdays. She usually reads in the study and doesn't leave until very late.
Of course, since the past few days, she had left the study half an hour earlier, and Tang Ning would consciously wait for her in the kitchen.
What Zhong Yi is cooking today is stir-fried cabbage.
Tang Ning added a handful of firewood to the stove and said casually: "Although cabbage is ordinary, if it is carefully prepared, it can reach the top of the cuisine. There is a dish called boiled cabbage, which is made from the heart of Chinese cabbage and seasoned with stock. After it is ready,
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In the past few days, they lighted the fire and cooked the vegetables alone, chatting a few words in between. The distance between him and Zhong Yi became much closer. The initial gap, I don’t know when, disappeared without a trace.
No trace.
From being restrained at the beginning, to now, the topics between them have become more casual. One moment they were judging poetry, and the next they were talking about cooking. Of course, Tang Ning could only talk about it on paper, but Zhong Yi seemed to be interested in it.
I am very interested in the later dishes he mentioned and have tried several of them, giving Tangning a feast every night.
Tang Ning would "accidentally" think of something and share it with her every day. He could see that Zhong Yi was very happy, and he could also see that Tang Yaoyao was even happier.
Zhong Yi thought for a moment, and then said: "If so, this boiled cabbage may seem like a clear soup with little water, and is simple and unpretentious, but it shows the skill of making the soup. It is fresh and tender, and is better than all kinds of dishes."
Tangning nodded and said, "This is natural."
Although boiled cabbage has a light taste, it is a high-end dish in Sichuan cuisine. It is so high-end that it is also considered a fine dish at state banquets. It is far less simple than its name sounds.
Zhong Yi looked at him and suddenly said: "What kind of person were you before? Why are you so proficient in cooking besides medicine?"
Tangning smiled and said, "I can only talk about it, but it's far worse than you."
Zhong Yi shook his head and said, "You can't tell Yaoyao about this, otherwise she will blame herself again."
Zhong Yi promised to prepare early tomorrow and try to make a dish of boiled cabbage. Tang Ning was looking forward to it.
When having dinner in the evening, Zhong Yi would sometimes accompany him.
Of course, she only moved her chopsticks a little, and most of the food went into his stomach.
It is not good to always eat late night snacks, but Tang Ning is different. He consumes a lot and is not worried about gaining weight. Instead, he needs to supplement his nutrition.
While eating, they would also chat about random things.
Tang Ning just talked to her about the four ways to make boiled cabbage. After finishing a bowl of porridge, she talked about the representative poets of the bold and graceful schools...
"Su Shi, Xin Qiji and others... have a broad vision in their lyrics, and are grand and majestic. They like to use poetic techniques and syntax to write lyrics. Their words are grand, they use many things, and they don't stick to music... They are bold and unrestrained."
"The lyrics of Liu Yong, Yan Shu, Qin Guan, Zhou Bangyan, Li Qingzhao, etc. have a deep and careful structure, pay attention to the harmonious rhythm, mellow language, fresh and beautiful, and have a soft and graceful beauty..., which is regarded as graceful."
Tang Ning was not surprised to see the look of surprise and confusion on Zhong Yi's face.
Although the bold school and the graceful school are the two major schools of Song poetry, the terms "bold" and "graceful" were only vague concepts in the Song Dynasty and did not appear for the first time until the Ming Dynasty. It is normal that Zhong Yi has never heard of them.
Zhong Yi thought for a long time before nodding and said: "Elegant people want their words to be emotional, and bold people want their words to be grand. Looking at the world of poetry, it seems to be like this. If the remarks you just made are spread, I'm afraid it will be... It caused quite a stir.”
Tangning looked at her and said, "I'm just talking casually, don't take it seriously."
Zhong Yi smiled and said: "I know you have always been low-key, don't worry, these words are known to heaven and earth, you know them and I know them, and I will not tell the third person."
Tang Ning naturally knew that Zhong Yi wouldn't talk nonsense, and it was precisely because of this that he didn't have to worry about anything when chatting with her.
After being in contact with her for a long time, he discovered that the two of them had a lot in common. Chatting with her for a while every night was one of the few pleasures he had.
After all, except for Zhong Yi Tang Yaoyao and Qing'er who just wanted to listen to the story, he had no one he could talk to.
Zhong Yi stood up and said, "It's getting late, I'll go back to my room first."
Tangning nodded, stood up as well, and said, "I'll see you off."
The two of them had been like this for the past few nights, and Zhong Yi didn't refuse. Tang Ning walked her to the door of the room. Zhong Yi seemed to remember something and suddenly asked: "You just said that the Wanyue faction is represented by Li Qingzhao and others. Who is Li Qingzhao?" , is he also a poet from the Song Dynasty? Why haven’t I heard of him?”
Tangning was stunned, looked at her, and asked in surprise: "Li Qingzhao, did I just say that?"
"Yes." Zhong Yi looked at him and said with great certainty.
"Did you hear wrongly..." Tangning looked at her and said.
"It's true." Zhong Yi said with certainty.
"It's true." Tangning nodded and said, "Haven't you heard of it?"
Pretending to be stupid is not a long-term solution. He decided to change his tactics this time. He didn't believe that Zhongyi couldn't find it in the book, so he could search it on Baidu or Google?
"No..." Zhong Yi shook his head.
"Forget it if you don't." Tangning smiled and said, "It's getting late, let's go to bed early."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Zhong Yi watched his back disappear into the darkness. After an unknown amount of time, he closed the door, washed himself, turned off the lights and went to bed.
She was lying on the bed, thinking about whether "Li Qingzhao" was there, and she would check again tomorrow.
Then he closed his eyes, feeling a little hopeful in his heart, looking forward to tomorrow night...
On the other side of the courtyard, the window of a room was quietly closed.
Chen Yuxian walked to Zhong Mingli, who was reading at the desk, with a smile on his face and said: "Maybe Yaoyao has done a great thing this time..."
