After Zhang Heng left, Zhang Yue looked at the thick stack and thought, finally he had something to do.
Guo Lindao: "After you have written this, no one else can make mistakes no matter what. Let me take a look. If you can't finish it, I will write some for you."
"Then how can you save money? Senior brother, you can write a page for three and a half cents, while I only have one cent for a page."
Guo Lindao: "It's good that you know, but it doesn't matter if you write slower. The most important thing is that there are no typos or omissions, otherwise it will be in vain in one day."
Zhang Yue said: "Senior brother is indeed the best to me, but if there is a mistake or omission of a word on a page and a deduction is made, then I will have copied the page in vain. If there is a mistake of two words, I will have to give them the change."
Hearing this, Guo Lin slapped his legs and smiled and said: "Junior brother, you are still joking at this time. You really don't know what to say about you."
Zhang Yue smiled slightly, immediately poured water into the polished ink, mixed the ink color evenly, and immediately picked up the pen to copy the book.
Guo Lin stood behind Zhang Yue and looked at it for a while. He was a little worried that Zhang Yue's handwriting was still not satisfactory, or that he was scribbling it because he was studying. However, Guo Lin saw that Zhang Yue's writing was clear and regular.
It's regular script and has a slightly quaint meaning.
Guo Lin couldn't help but ask: "Junior brother, what is the "Declaration Form" coming recently?"
Zhang Yue was very happy when he heard it, and Guo Lin could tell it, which meant that after practicing hard last night, his calligraphy was somewhat in shape although he was not proud of it.
"Senior brother, you really have a good eye. Can you take a look?"
Guo Lin said: "You have made some progress. It seems that I have asked you to copy the scriptures on weekdays and it has finally paid off. If you write like this, after working hard for a long time, your writing power will be perfected, and your muscles and bones will be self-developed."
"OK."
So Zhang Yue continued to copy books. As Guo Lin said, copying books is also practicing calligraphy.
The Song Dynasty was an era when culture reached its peak. The scholar-bureaucrats were obsessed with the art of writing and ink, but ignored martial arts. The same was true for the emperors of the Song Dynasty. Several generations of emperors were masters of calligraphy. Therefore, a first-class pursuit of calligraphy was formed from top to bottom, and a good stroke of writing was achieved.
Words can be regarded as another face of a person.
I took advantage of the opportunity of copying books to practice calligraphy, and I also got free pen and ink. Even though I only had one dollar, why not do it.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yue couldn't help but feel calm and continued to practice copying books as a skill.
What Zhang Yue and Guo Lin copied was different. What Guo Lin copied was Fu Ce, which should have been written by students in the school. There is still the custom of writing scrolls in the Tang Dynasty. The students' most popular works must be copied, and written by themselves or
Relatives, friends, teachers, and senior officials would like to see it and honor it on their behalf.
For example, Ouyang Xiu, the big boss in the political arena, supported Wang Anshi, Su Shi, and the three sons of the Su family.
Wang Anshi was recommended to Ouyang Xiu by Zeng Gong. Wang Anshi and Zeng Gong were from the same hometown. Zeng Gong's sister married Wang Anshi's brother Wang Anguo. Zeng Gong was Ouyang Xiu's most proud disciple.
When Zeng Gong recommended Wang Anshi to Ouyang Xiu, he said, "One of Gong's friends is Wang Anshi, whose writing is very ancient and he is famous for his writing. Although he has obtained the name of the subject, there are only a few people who know Wang Anshi today. He sincerely respects himself and does not want to know about it."
Given Wang Anshi's temperament, without Ouyang Xiu's support, Zeng Gong's recommendation would have been much more difficult.
Guo Lin's calligraphy is good, so it is used by students in ethnic studies to invite names.
However, Zhang Yue's handwriting was poor. He copied articles written by people who had already passed the examination, and then copied a copy for each student. Because of his ugly handwriting, he could not publicize it and could only digest it internally.
What Zhang Yue copied was Fu.
There are poetry, fu, policy, theory and other genres in the Jinshi examination, but the most important ones are poetry and fu, and fu is above poetry.
The quality of one piece of Fu determines whether the candidate will be admitted or not, and the rest will be judged. This piece of Fu is not written by a famous person, and thirty-six copies of each piece must be copied, which means that there are a total of thirty-six students in the family study.
Zhang Yue calculated that it was about a page and a half. I don't know whether it was calculated as two pages or one and a half pages. If it was two pages, it would be 72 yuan, which is a good income.
Zhang Yue wrote carefully and only copied two articles.
At this time, the minister had arrived with a case: "You are not allowed to eat in the study room. You have to eat outside."
"Is there a table?" Guo Lin asked.
"No." The little old man Shishi said this and left.
This requires them to squat down to eat.
Zhang Yue is not that particular. There was no TV in the dining room when he was a child, so he would often run to the living room to eat with his rice in hand.
But he was a little angry when he saw Guo Lin. Although he came from a poor family, he had been taught poetry and calligraphy since he was a child. He must use a table when eating, and must "eat on the left side of the person and soup on the right side of the person."
Seeing the food on the ground, Guo Lin couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Zhang Yue thought for a while and said: "Senior brother, we are new here, so it is not because the academy treats you and me poorly. Isn't it said in the Kun hexagram that 'the straight square is large, and there will be no disadvantage if you don't learn it'. When you and I first arrived at the academy, they would ignore us at most.
, there is no conflict of interest with each other, and there is no intention to drive us away."
Guo Lin nodded and said, "That's right. Let's discuss it with the ministers."
Immediately Guo Lin went to the minister and raised his hands and said: "It is not polite to eat without a table. Although we are here to serve as servants, we are also scholars. Please treat us with the courtesy of scholars."
The minister was dissatisfied and said: "Are you causing trouble again? Just eat. There are so many tricks. Where can I find a food table for you in such a hurry?"
Guo Lin wanted to say more, but Zhang Yue stepped forward and said, "I just passed by Shepu. There is a pavilion next to it. I would like to ask the minister to allow us to have lunch here."
"As you wish."
"Thank you for the ministry."
Guo Lin and Zhang Yue immediately walked to the pavilion carrying the food table. The rice was rice, which was pressed very solidly, and the soup was salt and black bean soup. Both rice and soup were double portions, and there was also a plate of pickles prepared by Zhang Yue and Guo
Lin eats together.
In a scholar's home, I only eat a thin meal, but here I can at least have a dry meal.
Zhang Yue had already picked up the rice and took two big mouthfuls quickly, then closed his eyes and felt the feeling of the rice grains filling his mouth. The rice was cooked, with the aroma of wooden barrels, and was particularly delicious when chewed in the mouth.
Soft and sweet.
This is real wooden bucket rice, not a wooden bucket shell wrapped around an iron basin in a fast food restaurant.
"Slow down!" Guo Lin reminded.
Zhang Yue smiled and picked up a crisp and delicious pickle. After swallowing it with the rice, he took a sip of the salt and black bean soup. It had a rich soy sauce aroma.
This meal of rice made Zhang Yue extremely happy.
While Zhang Yue and Guo Lin were eating, they watched the students in the clan school go to eat one after another. They were accompanied by book boys who carried book boxes and quivers for them.
After dinner and lodging in the afternoon, the students did not continue to go back to Zhoujin Hall to continue studying. At this time, scholars still had the saying that they should not sit for a long time after eating a full meal, as it would damage the qi and blood.
At this time, the disciples will practice archery, throw pots, and play games.
Sitting there studying hard from morning to night is something only people with no money do. Even taking a nap when you are tired from reading will be scolded as a nap.
Only poor families don't study at night. As for the government officials, they can't afford candles?
Zhang Yue once again saw Zhang Heng, the chief of the chariot, coming to the arrow stack surrounded by a group of students.
When all the students were paying attention, Zhang Heng smiled slightly and took the bow from the boy's hand. But seeing Zhang Heng's figure as straight as a pine, and his arrows in one hand like a string of arrows, all of them hit the red heart of the stack, the students around him cheered.
Zhang Yue couldn't help but cheer in his heart.
Guo Lindao: "The chief of the village in the clan school is the most respected one, so don't provoke him."
After the meal, the two continued to copy articles.
Unknowingly, it was already dark, and Guo Lin had finished copying, but Zhang Yue still had not finished copying more than a dozen articles.
Guo Lin first picked up Zhang Yue's article and proofread it, picking out a typo or omission. Then he saw that Zhang Yue was writing slowly and said, "Let me copy it for you!"
Zhang Yue said: "It's getting dark, senior brother, go down the mountain first, otherwise the road will be difficult to walk?"
"Then I leave you to go down the mountain alone?"
Guo Lin immediately took half of it and started copying it for Zhang Yue. Zhang Yue said while writing: "The Kun hexagram says, 'A chapter can be chaste, or it can be done by the king, and it will end without success.' I finally understand."
What this means is that it doesn’t matter how good you are at doing things, but you must explain everything. It doesn’t matter if you can copy the book slowly, but copying it all is not about ability, but about attitude.
"Principles can be learned from books, but they are not your own. In the end, you have to practice them on the job. Senior brother, do you think I am right?"
Guo Lin nodded: "Junior brother is right, this is virtue, and only kindness can carry things. Going through this can also be considered as sharpening your character."
The conversation between Zhang Yue and Guo Lin was heard outside the house.
After hearing this, the minister smiled without stroking his beard: "It's really interesting."
By the time it got dark, Zhang Yue had finished transcribing the thirty-six articles and handed them over to the minister.
The minister said: "How much are these worth? You can ask the chief, I am too lazy to care about your business."
"Thank you for your service!" Zhang Yue and Guo Lin saluted together, and then prepared to say goodbye and go down the mountain.
"Wait a minute!" the minister said, "It's so dark, how do you get down the mountain?"
Zhang Yue and Guo Lin looked at each other.
The minister said: "I have some pine oil here. Go and break some branches and bark, and I will make a torch for you!"
Zhang Yue Guo Lin was overjoyed when he heard this and said, there are still good people.
At that time, Zhang Yue and Guo Lin made a torch. The two brothers carried it down the mountain.
Zhang Yue was in a good mood and talking about interesting things, but Guo Lin warned him with a solemn face: "Let's go back to walking. If you hear strange rustling noises behind you, don't look back. Just keep walking straight ahead."
"Why?"
"Just listen to it. Look, that part of the mountain looks like a tomb. Let's just walk over there quietly."
Seeing Guo Lin like this, Zhang Yue couldn't say anything anymore, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing. The moonlight in the sky was dim and the stars were sparse, and the surrounding areas were pitch black. The two senior brothers held torches side by side. The torches illuminated the small area in front of them, but they were not visible to the two of them.
People have gained a lot of courage.
Zhang Yue and Guo Lin walked like this for several miles at night before returning home.
At this moment, the torch was almost burnt out, but Xingxi saw a lantern light up in the distance, dimly in the night. When they got closer, they saw Guo Xuexuu supporting her sick body and her wife holding a lantern outside the house.
Waiting for himself and Guo Lin.
Guo Lin almost burst into tears when he saw this scene. He threw away his book bag and ran forward, kneeling in front of Guo Xuexun and saying, "Dad, you are unfilial. You came back so late. I'm tired of waiting outside the house."
Zhang Yue then arrived and said quickly: "Sir, it's not my fault. I was late copying the book. Senior brother has been copying with me until now."
Guo Xuexu helped Guo Lin and said: "It's good to come back. I'm just worried. How did you come back?"
Zhang Yue said: "Sir, it was the minister who served as a torch for me. My senior brother and I carried it all the way back. Although the minister's words were unpleasant, he is a good person."
Guo Xuexue said: "Then I need to thank you. Okay, please go in and wash up. You haven't eaten at home yet?"
The scholar Hunjia said: "There is also a piece of cake."
"Give each one half. After you have eaten the bread, go and have a rest! You are tired after a long day of work!"
"Dad, there is no shortage of children. The children need to study for a while!" Guo Lin said.
"I will accompany senior brother." Zhang Yue said from the side.
"Okay." Guo Xuexiu nodded, and then told his wife, "Quickly put out the lantern, waste gas!"