Chapter 12: It is not easy to do two things well in a lifetime
The person Li Longqian wanted to exchange and borrow books was the only one who could be regarded as knowledgeable in the town. This person was in his sixties and his name was Jiang Chengcheng. He had an elegant name and was also elegant in his conduct.
, of course, except when facing Li Longqian.
Jiang Chengcheng, Mr. Jiang, was considered a well-known big shot in the town where Li Longqian lived. Even some wealthy officials around the town would rather send their children to Mr. Jiang's home than stay close by.
, this shows that Mr. Jiang's knowledge is still very recognized by people, but Li Longqian doesn't think so. Li Longqian thinks that Jiang Chengcheng, an old man, except for being somewhat murderous on the chessboard, is usually obedient.
Although he was full of knowledge, Li Longqian often sweated profusely and his face twitched when asked, so Li Longqian felt that Mr. Jiang was just that useless scholar, far less comfortable to look at than those happy knights in the world.
It turns out that the old slave often played chess with Mr. Jiang when he was alive, but the old slave never won. No pieces of armor were left on the chessboard, but under the chessboard, the old slave was so angry that Mr. Jiang blew his beard and glared.
, it is said that the only game of chess that the old slave has ever won in his life was when the old slave stole seventeen white chess pieces with a black chess piece, and regretted the move six times before he barely managed to win that time.
Even Mr. Jiang's little daughter curled her lips and cursed: "The old beggar is so shameless!"
But the old slave didn't care what others said. After winning once, the old slave seemed to have won for a lifetime. After returning home, he boasted about it to Li Longqian for more than half a month.
Later, the old slave left. Mr. Jiang often brought a pot of white wine to pay homage to the old slave's grave. You must know that Mr. Jiang went there more often than Li Longqian. Sometimes Li Longqian forgot to clean the grave.
Mr. Jiang took his little girl there to get the weeds. Li Longqian was very grateful to Mr. Jiang for this.
Teaching and playing chess are the only two things Jiang Chengcheng does in his life.
The old slave often said: "Jiang Chengcheng is not a simple person."
Li Longqian asked: "Why isn't it simple?"
The old slave replied: "In this life, it is not easy to do one thing well, but Jiang Chengcheng did two things, and he still did two things well."
Li Longqian curled his lips and said: "It's just that this town is small. If he goes to other places, it would be great if he can speak and do these two things."
The old slave shook his head and said: "Jiang Chengcheng is an expert at these two things wherever he goes."
Li Longqian asked: "How do you know he is a good person if you have never been to other places?"
The old slave replied: "Knowledge, there is not a single new book in his study room, and it will definitely not be like that without reading it three or five times, so this person must be knowledgeable. As for playing chess, his chess skills are definitely better than mine."
It’s just cum.”
Li Longqian was speechless: "You are bragging again."
The old slave smiled and stopped talking.
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Li Longqian came to the door of Jiang Chengcheng's house and knocked twice. After a while, the door was opened a small crack. A pair of big watery eyes looked out and saw Li Longqian.
After that, Li Longqian quickly closed the door, but Li Longqian's reaction was quite good. He stretched out his hand and clamped the door of the house with the "Lun" in his hand.
"If you close the door hard and destroy your father's "On Common Life", I'm afraid there won't be a three- to five-thousand-word sticker on it, right?" Li Longqian stood outside the door and asked calmly.
"Shameless villain!" The girl inside the door gritted her teeth and cursed, then slowly opened the door and let Li Longqian go in.
The girl who opened the door was Jiang Youfu, the youngest daughter of Mr. Jiang Chengcheng.
Jiang Chengcheng had no children, but he had three daughters. The eldest daughter, Jiang Shuiqin, was a well-known talented woman. She was proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs. Later, she married to Luoyang. The second daughter, Jiang Qiuyan, was a chivalrous woman who was good at dancing.
Jian, later went to Bijianya, which was relatively famous in the world of martial arts, and became a child of the martial arts that was envied by others. As for the third daughter, this domineering girl in front of Li Longqian played chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs.
Although Fu knew a little bit about it, she was far behind her eldest sister. As for sword dancing, that was something she didn't even have to think about. Fortunately, the third daughter was pretty tall, and her weapons were bright and clear.
Touching, otherwise behind two outstanding sisters, how would these three daughters have the dignity to survive?
Li Longqian and Jiang Youfu were similar in age, and the two families had been in contact with each other for a while, so they often met. However, they did not develop a good impression because of their frequent meetings, and instead became more troublesome.
Jiang Youfu didn't want to see anyone. When Jiang Youfu saw Li Longqian for the first time, her impression was quite good, but later she found out that besides being angry with her father every day, this man seemed to be teasing and teasing her.
He doesn't know anything. Every time he comes to the house, this shameless person will take advantage of him with his words. Although there is no real action, it still makes people feel disgusted.
As for Li Longqian, of course he didn't like this pretty girl. The main reason was that every time the old slave brought Li Longqian to Jiang Chengcheng's house, the third daughter would make sarcastic remarks and ridicule her.
The old slave said a few words. Li Longqian wanted to stand up for the old slave, so he teased and teased the girl without any problem. At first, Li Longqian was quite measured, but then he became more and more aggressive. Finally, the old slave
Even after the slave left, Li Longqian would still make a habit of teasing the girl when he saw her.
In short, the two of them have been at odds with each other over the years, they don't like each other, they don't meet if they can, and even if they do meet, they just avoid it if they can.
In the dusk, Jiang Youfu walked on the secluded path, sneering in her heart: Why is this shameless person so quiet today? Could it be that someone had his tongue cut out?
Unexpectedly, Jiang Youfu had just had this idea, and Li Longqian seemed to be able to hear it, and said in a weird voice: "Miss Jiang seems to have lost weight in the past few days."
Jiang Youfu looked back at her numerologically incompatible rival, Li Longqian, who could not achieve great results without passing the exams, and then smiled and said, "I'm sorry for bothering you, but you still care about me."
"Well, my butt and breasts are too small, so I guess it won't be easy for me to marry in the future." Li Longqian nodded lightly.
"You..." Jiang Youfu's eyebrows widened and she looked straight at Li Longqian who seemed to be fine.
"What's wrong with me?" Li Long asked with a slight smile.
"You are a dog."
Jiang Youfu didn't care about her ladylike demeanor at all, and had completely forgotten all the knowledge and principles she had learned on weekdays. After scolding her fiercely, she quickened her pace and wanted to leave early.
But who knows, Li Longqian also speeded up his pace, stood in front of her, and teased her in a formal way: "You really don't marry well with your appearance. You have a rude mouth and a small butt."
, as soon as I saw my husband’s family, I was destined to be ordered around!”
"you!"
Jiang Youfu glared at Li Longqian, and then sighed. She knew that she would not gain any advantage by arguing with such a scoundrel, so she did not continue talking.
Li Longqian walked proudly in front of Jiang Youfu. Looking at his appearance, Jiang Youfu wished he could borrow his second sister's sword and stab the scoundrel to death with one strike.
The two of them walked along the path for a short while before arriving at the study where Jiang Chengcheng was.
"Mr. Jiang."
After Li Longqian entered the study, he bowed respectfully. Although Li Longqian didn't behave properly on weekdays, he still had the proper etiquette.
"Um."
At this time, Jiang Chengcheng was holding a brush in his hand, swiping ink on the half-man-high rice paper. Li Longqian lowered his head and glanced at it, then curled his lips and commented: "Compared to the great calligrapher Ou Hongcai, he is still a little less arrogant.
Such grandeur.”
Jiang Chengcheng raised his head and glanced at Li Longqian, then continued writing without saying anything.
Li Longqian knew he was bored, so he put down the "On Common People" in his hand and walked to the bookshelf to look for the next book he wanted to read.
After a while, Jiang Chengcheng finished writing the last word. When he picked it up and looked at it, Li Longqian really said that he really couldn't write with the courage of Ou Hongcai. Calligraphy, if you don't have courage and can only calligraphy, it can only be regarded as words. Only
With Po, that is the real calligraphy. Jiang Chengcheng shook his head helplessly, then picked up the "Lun on Common Life" beside the table, looked at Li Longqian and asked: "Have you finished reading?"
"Yeah." Li Longqian responded while looking for a book.
"How do you feel?" Jiang Chengcheng asked again.
"generally."
"This was written by Chen Xingxiu, the current prime minister. Do you know how many people in the world have memorized this book like a treasure, and now you are saying it is just average?" Jiang Chengcheng asked with some confusion.
"It's just average. It has nothing to do with who wrote it. Could it be that because he is a prime minister, I have to scream when he farts?" Li Longqian replied confidently.
"Absurd!" Jiang Chengcheng slapped the table, then tremblingly held up the "Lun on Common Life" and asked: "Since you said it is general, then I want to hear what this book means?"
"Every time I say your books are mediocre, you always react like this. You're not afraid to tremble and just follow me. If that's the case, your little girl will have to fight for me." Li Longqian muttered helplessly.
After a sentence, he continued: "I say this book is ordinary, with three points in total. First, the book is called Common People, but it actually writes about the people. What is the people? It is written in the book that those who live in peace are the people, so what is the country?
If you are uneasy, how can you live safely? If you live uneasy, how can the people be safe? Since it is written in the book that the country should give priority to people's safety, why do we have to go to war all the year round? How can the people be safe when wars continue? In the front, it says people's safety, and in the back, it says military effectiveness.
, this is one of the inconsistencies. Second, the book talks long and boldly about how the country should bring peace to the people. How can it be that we, the people, can decide the peace of the world? I think this should be written in "On Officials".
It's not in "Lun An Sheng Lun", this is the second one. Thirdly, the article's sentences are too gorgeous and vague, lacking actual content, and the whole article is generalized. I want to ask him why he used the living conditions of the people in Chang'an City to generalize.
The living conditions of the people in the world? Doesn’t he know that in some places in Daliang, some people still live without enough to eat? This is the third one. Combining these three points, I think this book is average.”
Jiang Chengcheng held the book "On Common Life" in his hand, and in a daze he completely agreed with Li Longqian's thoughts.