Just when Zhao Ran wanted to take a step closer and chat with the woman, Yu Zhiyuan carried a wooden box and walked out of the mountain gate. He dragged Zhao Ran and walked down the mountain. As he walked, he complained: "Brother Zhao, don't do these nosy things.
If you get involved, you will cause yourself a lot of trouble, and you will regret it later!"
Zhao Ran came to his senses after being distracted by Yu Zhiyuan. He felt ashamed in his heart and a little worried on his face. He said awkwardly: "The complaint of the person who complained was very serious, so I looked at it a few times, not sure whether it was true or not."
Yu Zhiyuan said: "This matter exists, but it cannot bear to be investigated. The father and daughter are singers in a restaurant and make a living by singing. Jin Jiu and Zhang Ze admitted that they had agreed on a three-liang deal every night.
When the matter was over, they asked for thirty taels, and a conflict broke out. The old man's son was also injured. The father and daughter did not dare to complain to the officials, and only came to the Taoist temple once every ten days.
, I just want Jin Jiu and Zhang Ze to pay some money."
Zhao Ran asked: "They are blocking the way outside the Taoist courtyard, and the prison courtyard doesn't care either?"
Yu Zhiyuan said: "There are many people who come to Taoist Court every year to complain about grievances. How can the prison guard take care of this kind of thing? The more you want to take care of this kind of thing, the more people will entangle you like brown sugar and throw them away.
Don’t get rid of it. If a human life is caused, it will damage the reputation of the Taoist temple, so we simply let it fend for itself. As time goes by, these complaints of injustice will naturally dissipate."
Zhao Ran secretly cursed, after all this, why do you still care about your "clean reputation"? If you really want to keep your "clean reputation", you should strictly prohibit Taoist people from sleeping outside for prostitution! But then I thought about it, and it seems that Yu Zhiyuan once said, Taoist
The courtyard is the most "local" place for the Taoist sect. In fact, in my understanding, it is the yamen where the Taoist sect supervises the secular world and requires everyone to abide by the rules and precepts.
is not included in this list.
In this world that was very different from that of later generations, the Ming Dynasty itself did not allow officials to stay in prostitution, and going to and from prostitutes was even considered a genteel thing. How could it require the lay practitioners of fire work to strictly discipline themselves?
"Can the Jin family and the Zhang family allow the father and daughter to keep complaining in front of the mountain gate?"
"This is a trivial matter to begin with, and no one would want to make a fuss about it. As I said, after a while, it will naturally dissipate."
The two talked and came to the foot of the mountain. Yu Zhiyuan easily hired a carriage and gave the driver two taels of silver. The driver laughed so hard that the corners of his eyes were sewn together. According to Yu Zhiyuan's request,
He drove the car hard and drove fast on the official road.
Yu Zhiyuan knew that Zhao Ran had worked and cleaned the house last night and probably hadn't had a good rest at the moment, so he told him to close his eyes and rest. Zhao Ran was indeed very sleepy, so he was not polite. He reached out and dragged a cotton pad over and leaned against the wall of the compartment.
, and fell asleep in a moment.
When Zhao Ran woke up, it was just noon. Because it had already entered early summer, the air was full of heat. There were wet wipes prepared in the car. Zhao Ran wiped his face and felt much more energetic. Yu Zhiyuan then
Get him off the bus.
The carriage drove directly to the main entrance of Beacon Villa. There were many cars parked outside the gate. Yu Zhiyuan asked the man to wait outside and walked in with Zhao Ran.
A manager of the villa came to greet them. After checking the invitation, he introduced the two of them inside.
Beacon Mountain Villa occupies the most scenic valley on the southeast side of Beacon Mountain. All the houses and pavilions are nestled among the green pines and cypresses. The winding paths lead to secluded places, with flowers and stones scattered here and there.
There are also natural meandering water bottles and exquisite waterfalls hanging on the cliffs. The scenery is absolutely beautiful.
Walking among the paths, the heat has long been dissipated, my eyes are clear and my face is slightly cool.
The Zhou family is a wealthy family in Sichuan and has spent decades polishing this villa. Its heritage is by no means comparable to that of Zhao Ran, a nouveau riche at the gambling table.
Arriving at a clear stream, a series of pavilions appeared among the green bamboos. The pavilion was named "Chaoluo". More than ten people had gathered in the pavilion, chatting in twos and threes, or splashing ink on calligraphy and painting boards.
Others were leaning in the pavilion drinking wine, looking like they were enjoying themselves.
The steward leading the way quietly retreated at some point, and a young man came out of the pavilion. He greeted him warmly from a distance: "Mr. Yu, why are you here at this time? You are late today, so I will punish you for painting more."
A few!”
Yu Zhiyuan was good at painting fish, and the word "fish" was a homophone to his last name, so the pen name on the calligraphy and painting was "Mr. Fish". Zhao Ran gave himself a vulgar pen name, calling him "Mountain Guest".
Yu Zhiyuan laughed and answered a few words with the young master, and then introduced Zhao Ran: "Master Zhou, this is Zhao Ran, a member of our Taoist academy. He has a tacit understanding with Pindao and has excellent calligraphy. This time he also came with Pindao to attend the meeting.
Great event.”
Zhao Ran quickly handed over his hand: "Mr. Zhou, it is presumptuous for Zhao to come here and I still hope to see Haihan."
Mr. Zhou was slightly surprised, and then he was overjoyed: "Oh? Is Brother Zhao a guest in the mountains? My calligraphy is very innovative, and my father likes it very much. Unfortunately, I only got one. Today is a good time, so I want you to have more.
Just a few words to stop!"
Zhao Ran was stunned, nodded and said: "Make Mr. Zhou laugh."
Mr. Zhou laughed and took Yu Zhiyuan and Zhao Ran into the pavilion. The people in the pavilion were dressed in various colors and of different ages. There were elders with white beards, middle-aged people who were calm and reserved, and
A young man of the same age as Zhao Ran, decorated with jade, unusually suave.
A middle-aged man in his forties with great energy was the owner of the room, the magistrate of Long'an Prefecture, Zhou Gao. Zhou Fuzun greeted the two of them politely and praised him very much.
I hope Zhao Ran will write a few more paintings today so that he can keep them in his collection.
Seeing that Zhou Fuzun's attitude towards Zhao Ran was very good, the others also greeted Zhao Ran politely, saying nothing more than "Brother Zhao's reputation is as loud as thunder. I am lucky to meet him today." They even greeted Zhao Ran politely.
Even the fire masters of Wujiyuan didn't know it, so these words revealed hypocrisy and pretentiousness.
However, the suave young man seemed to have heard about Zhao Ran, and said to Zhao Ran: "I have seen the calligraphy of Mountain Guest, and it is indeed original and somewhat new." Although the words were polite, they sounded general.
There was a sour smell.
According to Mr. Zhou's introduction, this person is Zhu Meng, Zhou's close friend in Chengdu Prefecture and the legitimate son of the Sichuan Inspector General. He is also good at calligraphy and his handwriting is said to have received some praise in Chengdu Prefecture.
Yu Zhiyuan obviously had other things to do here besides attending the gathering. He pulled Zhou Fuzun out of Cuoluo Pavilion and disappeared behind the bamboo forest.
Mr. Zhou let Zhao Ran do as he pleased, and Zhao Ran casually watched the famous calligraphers and painters in the pavilion splashing ink on the spot. After walking around in the pavilion, he found that among these people, only two old men's works were considered to be excellent, and the rest were average.
After all, Long'an Mansion is located in the northwest of Sichuan, and the famous people here are not very smart. On the contrary, the calligraphy of the young masters is much better, second only to the two old men, but not far behind, and he is indeed the best.
A handsome young man from Chengdu.
After walking around in a circle, Zhao Ran felt a little confident, so he looked for an empty case, spread out his paper and pen, and prepared to write something. He was very smart, and he knew that there were several people surrounding him without turning around, including the one just now.
A young prince.
Zhao Ran is the type that attracts attention when it comes to calligraphy. The more onlookers there are, the better he performs. He gradually becomes excited about this matter. He drinks his fill on the inkstone and writes eight big characters with his brush - "Indifferent and Mingzhi."
Peace and distance." He liked to write these eight words in his previous life. Now he was under the watch of others, so he performed very well. After finishing writing, he was very satisfied with it.
Qigong style seemed a bit weird at first sight, but it was one of those fonts that became more memorable the more you looked at it. Therefore, there were no cheers coming from behind him for the time being, and he didn't take it seriously. You don't have any experience, so let's think about it first.
The more you think about it, the more you like it. Zhao Ran knows this very well.
There was a faint fragrance in his nose. Zhao Ran turned around and saw all the people in the pavilion gathered behind him. Everyone had a strange look on their face and stared at the eight words he had just written.
Big characters. Only the young masters did not focus on his own characters, but looked at a certain position in the crowd with burning enthusiasm.
Zhao Ran followed his gaze and saw that among the crowd, at some point, there was an additional female crown.