The ground was slippery when going up the mountain in the early morning. Guo Lin stayed up too late to study yesterday and accidentally slipped and almost fell into the mountain stream. Fortunately, Zhang Yue's quick hands and eyes caught him.
“Brother, if I go up the mountain wearing hemp shoes like this, I won’t be afraid of slipping.” Zhang Yue said while eating pancakes.
Guo Lin poured water into a bamboo tube and washed his hands and said: "Hemp shoes are only worn by farmers. Although you and I are servants, we still have to keep the dignity of scholars."
Zhang Yue sneered in his heart, "If I write letters to servants, what kind of dignity can I have? I am just a migrant worker without emotions now."
When the words came to his lips, Zhang Yue said: "What senior brother said is absolutely true."
Guo Lin smiled and said: "Let's go up the mountain!"
Green moss grows on the mountain path after the rain. When walking, if you lower your head slightly, you can touch the hanging tree branches and shake off the rainwater. But Zhang Yue likes the feeling of walking in the mountains after the rain.
The wind is chilly, but the fragrance of grass and trees reaches the tip of my nose.
Guo Lin felt that the rain was bitter, but Zhang Yue felt happy.
Zhang Yue wore a coir raincoat and bamboo hat on his head. After abandoning the bamboo stick, he walked faster. As he walked, he chanted: "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. The bamboo stick is easier than the horse with mango shoes, who is afraid?"
I can live my whole life under the mist and rain."
Guo Lin followed Zhang Yue and thought carefully, "Junior brother's words are very good. He heard the words sound like Ding Feng Bo. But why is there no lower half? Could it be that it is not done well?"
In fact, Zhang Yue, who was half a fan of Su Shi in his last life, remembered a lot of his poems. But now that he was traveling to the same time as Su Shi, Zhang Yue couldn't help but wonder. If he copied all of Su Shi's poems, would he be able to make a name for himself in the literary world?
Xian Sheng, nothing will happen to him in the future without him.
But after thinking about it carefully, Zhang Yue felt that it didn't matter. The ancients wrote poems based on the time and place, and they didn't have so many feelings. It was very inappropriate to burst out a sentence suddenly.
For example, "If you eat three hundred lychees a day, you will live a long life as a Lingnan native." This poem is not very outstanding, but it is very popular because it was written by Su Shi when he was demoted to Guangdong.
Su Shi was nearly sixty years old at that time. It was difficult to return alive after being demoted in the Song Dynasty. Therefore, most of the officials who were demoted here wrote sad poems, but Su Shi's poem can be called optimistic and open-minded. Like Zhang Yue's "Ding Feng Bo" just now, others
The road was in a state of embarrassment to take shelter from the rain, but Su Shi, wearing a raincoat and bamboo hat, rushed forward with unusual heroism.
Therefore, even if Zhang Yue wrote, "Eating three hundred lychees a day, I will live a long life as a Lingnan native" is useless. Rather than doing this, it would be better to avoid it early and let others get out of the way.
But speaking of which, who was the person who demoted Su Shi to Lingnan to eat lychees?
While thinking about it carefully, the two of them had already arrived at Nanfeng Yuan in front of them.
Zhang Yue and Guo Lin arrived at the pavilion door. They took off their coir raincoats and bamboo hats and hung them by the school barn.
The minister had already lit a brazier in the small room next to the pavilion door, and beside him was a little girl of five or six years old, holding a bag of chestnuts in her hand, sitting quietly munching on the chestnuts.
As soon as the official saw Zhang Yue, he said to his granddaughter: "This man is very good at counting, and he is here to teach you how to count."
The little girl glanced at Zhang Yue, shook her head and said, "I don't want to learn."
"Okay, my granddaughter won't learn if she doesn't want to learn," the minister said with a smile on his face. After standing up, he said to Zhang Yue with a straight face, "When I go to teach, you can take care of my granddaughter for me and teach her by the way."
Count, count.”
I am a great science monk and you actually asked me to teach a little girl to count? Just treat me as free labor.
“Wrap it up with me, and the ministry will go slowly!”
The minister nodded and left with his hands behind his hands. Zhang Yue turned his head and looked at the little girl.
The little girl continued to eat her own chestnuts as if she didn't notice Zhang Yue. She sat on a high chair and swung her legs. After biting one, she spat out the chestnut skin and said "poof"!
Zhang Yue smiled and said, "Sister... no, what's your name?"
The little girl shook her head.
Zhang gets too involved and you get close to feeling that people are ignoring you.
“Ah, you call me I don’t know! Then I don’t know, let’s learn to count!”
“I don’t know if I don’t know.” The little girl said in a sweet voice.
Zhang Yue continued: "I don't know, we have to learn to count. Do you know how to count?"
“I don’t know.”
Zhang Yue said: "I'll teach you! Do you know how many chestnuts are in the bag?"
The little girl immediately counted: "I know this, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven."
Zhang Yue nodded and said with a smile: "I don't know, the number is absolutely correct."
“How many do we pick up? Seven minus one?”
The little girl shook her head, Zhang Yue smiled, and immediately took one from the little girl's bag and said, "How many pills are left now?"
As Zhang Yue spoke, he opened a chestnut and ate it.
Hmm, it’s really delicious.
The little girl burst into tears when she saw Zhang Yue taking action.
The little girl's voice was so loud that Zhang Yue immediately panicked. Guo Lin also came over and said, "Junior brother, you are so shameless. You even eat the little girl's things."
“Brother, you are so strange,” Zhang Yue turned to the little girl and said, “I wonder why you are crying?”
“You eat...eat my chestnuts. I have no chestnuts.”
"Why not," Zhang Yue said quickly, "count the chestnuts in the bag to see if there are still seven. Count them quickly."
Hearing this, the little girl stopped crying, counted several times in the bag, and cried loudly: "It's not seven, it was seven just now, and now it's six."
"Do you think this is a correct count? I ate one out of the seven, and there are still six left. Seven minus one is six." Zhang Yue breathed a sigh of relief. His method of entertaining and educating was really good.
so amazing.
The little girl shook her head and said, "I don't want to learn to count. I just want chestnuts. I want seven chestnuts."
The little girl was reluctant and was about to cry again. Zhang Yue was anxious and said wisely: "Don't you want seven chestnuts? Brother, I will conjure them up for you."
“How did it change?” The little girl looked at Zhang Yue with bright red eyes.
But Zhang Yue took another chestnut, broke it in half, put it in the bag and asked, "If you count again, will it become seven again?"
The little girl was stunned for a while, and then cried: "You are playing tricks on me!"
The cry of the little girl was heard again, and Guo Lin hurriedly said: "Junior brother, what bad idea do you have? Hurry, others will come over and ask. If it reaches the ears of the minister, you and I will not be embarrassed."
Hearing this, Zhang Yue stretched out his hand and pointed at Guo Lin and said, "I don't know, would you like this big brother to lie down and act like a big horse for you to ride on?"
“I can’t do it, I can’t do it.” Guo Lin shook his head.
…
A series of giggles sounded in the library. The clear childish voice of the little girl spread far away.
“Junior brother, I’m tired, I’ll take my place with you!” Guo Lin said breathlessly.
“No, I’m not as tall as you. I don’t know, but it’s better for the big brother to ride more comfortably!”
"Comfortable."
“Do you like it when big brother rides a horse for you?”
“I like it when my elder brother rides a horse for me.”
“Senior brother, look...”
…
Not long after, the minister came to the library and saw his granddaughter playing with Zhang Yue with a smile.
Seeing a smile on the minister's face, he didn't expect that his granddaughter, who ignored no one, could play with Zhang Yue. He thought Zhang Yue would be in a hurry.
This scene was really unexpected.
“This young man is really rare.” Shi Shi thought in a daze.
“Grandpa, grandpa!” the little girl rushed to the side of the minister.
hehe!
The minister let out a long burst of laughter and said to Zhang Yue, "The boy is quite capable."
Zhang Yue laughed, is it easy to do everything possible to make the little girl happy?
“I don’t dare to take it seriously, it’s because she is so well-behaved. How about we come back tomorrow?”
“Okay!” the little girl giggled again. Guo Lin, who was copying books at the side, turned extremely pale when he heard this.
“Haha, how can I waste your time...” Although the minister said this, he had already made up his mind to come back tomorrow.
In addition to copying books, Zhang Yue and Guo Lin had to sit in the library on weekdays. They were only allowed to go out when submitting articles to the academic journal.
On this day, Zhang Yue sent articles to Xuelu and passed by the Zhoujin Hall. The Zhoujin Hall is five rooms wide, and the two small summer halls facing north are used as study rooms. The front of the hall is covered with a gauze-like hanging curtain, and the curtain steps are one
Pairs of shoes were neatly arranged. When Zhang Yue passed by the corridor, he was watching ethnic studies students sitting on the floor in the hall, and the teacher was reciting the meaning of the scriptures.
Zhang Yue couldn't even understand the professor's usual lectures.
On this day, the professor happened to be talking about the Book of Changes, and Zhang Yue couldn't help but stop and listen.
“The Zhou Yi that we have learned is one of the three Yis. Before that, there were Lianshan Yi and Guizang Yi, but Lianshan Yi and Guizang Yi have been lost so far. Only Zhou Yi has been handed down.”
"The Book of Changes is not passed down by my Confucian sect. Dao, Mo, and Xuan all have it. Recently, some Confucian sects have interpreted it with the Tai Chi Yin Yang River diagram, but our sect still uses the human way to interpret the hexagrams. The sixty-four hexagrams of the Zhou Yi
, are the sixty-four images, which represent the sixty-four changes in human nature. For example, the two hexagrams of Qian and Kun refer to kings and ministers, father and son."
Zhang Yue couldn't help but be fascinated after hearing this. What he realized was that the ancients had already thought of it and summed up the rules.
"In the sixty-four hexagrams, two pairs are yin and yang, and the song of the mixed hexagrams is 'Qian is strong and kun is soft, and is more worried than a musician. Come, watch the meaning, either give or seek. See without losing its place, mixed and mixed... …”
Zhang Yue listened to what Master said, and his eyes suddenly became brighter.
That's right, the sixty-four hexagrams of the Book of Changes are yin and yang, such as Qian hexagram to Kun hexagram, Bi hexagram to Shi hexagram, Tun hexagram to Meng hexagram...
Sure enough, no matter how much you understand, it is not as useful as someone else’s on-demand reading of a few sentences.
"But the theory of miscellaneous hexagrams is only a supplement. Our introduction is still based on the preface hexagram, starting with Qian and Kun, and ending with both relief and failure. Hexagrams have six lines, such as the Qian hexagram with three lines for yang, and the hexagram Kun for six lines. , so there are nine yang lines, meaning yang can include yin, and there are six yin lines, meaning yin cannot include yang..."
A gust of wind blew, and the leaves of several osmanthus trees in the courtyard made a sound. There were also ripples on the inkstone in the center. A few birds were jumping around the window sill, or pecking at the window paper.
Zhang became more and more engrossed as he listened, and couldn't help but feel fascinated. If I could listen to Master teach the Tao of Yi, I would definitely be ten times better than these students. It's a pity...
The more Zhang thought about this, he realized that the voice was getting closer and closer. When he raised his hand, he saw that Zhang Heng, the chief of the village, was standing in front of him holding a scroll in his right hand and shouting.
