"Wow!" The fish came out of the water, and before Han Yi could say anything, the boy rushed over impatiently, unhooked the fish, and put the fish into the fish basket.
"Sir, look, it's such a big fish." The boy trotted to Han Yi holding the fish basket as if he was taking credit for the credit.
"This is the fish caught by the young master. Why are you so happy? It's as if it's the fish you caught." The girl curled her lips and said when she saw the boy so eager to take credit.
The boy was immediately embarrassed when he heard this and scratched his head.
"Young Master caught such a big fish, I'm happy too. Young Master, I'm afraid this fish weighs eight kilograms."
"Yeah." Han Yi adjusted his white robe, stood up, took a look at the fish basket, and smiled, "It should be eight pounds."
"Xiaoye, pack up the fishing rods and let's go home. I asked Aunt Wang to braise this fish for you."
"Okay, Master, you are the best." The girl jumped up happily and quickly put away the fishing rod, bait and food box.
"Master Han, please wait a moment." The old man couldn't sit still at this time and shouted quickly.
"What advice does the old gentleman have?" A smile appeared on the corner of Han Yi's mouth, and it disappeared briefly. He turned around and looked at the old man.
"Mr. Han, you are not kind." Han Yi was stunned by the old man's words.
"How do you say this?"
"Mr. Han, I must have come to this place first."
"Ah, it was indeed the old gentleman who came first."
"Since the old man came first, Mr. Han, you still come to fight with the old man. Isn't it very kind? Forget about fighting for the fishing land, you also caught three big fish in three days in a row. You caught three big fish.
Forget it, you actually don’t know how to respect the elderly and share with them. This is really unkind." When the old man said this, the central idea conveyed was very clear, and Han Yi naturally understood it clearly.
However, Han Yi hadn't spoken yet, but Xiaoye, the girl beside him, couldn't help it anymore.
"Hey, old man, you are so shameless. This river does not belong to your family. My young master can go fishing wherever he likes. You have no ability and can't catch fish, so you come to rely on my young master in vain.
You are still a famous scholar in Tiandu City."
"Xiao Ye, don't be rude." Han Yi thought to himself, and quickly scolded Xiao Ye. When he looked at the old man, his face was already extremely ugly.
"Old sir, my maid is rude. I hope you won't blame me. I will treat this fish as a student to apologize to you." Han Yi took the fish basket from the boy's hand and placed it at the old man's feet.
He turned around and glanced at the girl Xiao Ye helplessly, shook his head, and called the boy, "Xiao Ling, let's go home. We don't need to come here anymore."
"Yes, young master." The boy Xiaoling lowered his head dejectedly, packed up his things, and trotted away after Han Yi.
"Sir, I'm sorry, Xiaoye said the wrong thing." The girl Xiaoye looked like she was about to cry.
"Okay, sir, I don't blame you." Han Yi wiped the tears from the corners of Xiaoye's eyes.
"But Xiaoye wants to eat the braised fish cooked by Aunt Wang."
Hearing Xiaoye's words, Han Yi froze, shook his head and laughed: "Okay, back to the city, the young master will buy fish and ask Aunt Wang to cook it for you."
Just as the three of them were about to leave in the carriage, the old man's voice came from behind.
"Master Han, please wait."
Han Yi turned around and looked at the old man.
"I wonder if the old gentleman has any other instructions?"
"I'm afraid you have another purpose for coming here to fish with me during this period. Are you ready to leave before your purpose is achieved? Young people, giving up halfway is not a good habit."
Hearing what the old man said, Han Yi's face suddenly showed a hint of joy.
"Besides, this fish is so big, I can't eat too much by myself." The old man stroked his gray beard, "If Mr. Han doesn't dislike it, why don't we go to the old thatched cottage to talk about it."
"Mr. invites you, Han Yi dare not refuse." Han Yi quickly handed over his hand and told the boy Xiao Ling, "Xiao Ling, help Mr. pack your things quickly."
After a while, a group of four people rode a carriage to a simple thatched cottage in the mountains. Soon, the carriage arrived in front of the thatched cottage. The four people got out of the carriage. The small door of the thatched cottage was opened by someone, wearing a gray
The middle-aged man in civilian clothes hurriedly came over to greet him.
"Teacher, you are back." The middle-aged man looked respectful.
"Yes." The old man responded lightly and introduced Han Yi, "This young man's name is Han Yi. He is the son of the Han family in Tiandu City. He has been fishing with me in the stream these past few days. Today I invite him to my home as a guest. Shang Yi,
You go and take care of this fish, today I want to have a drink with Mr. Han."
"Yes, teacher."
The middle-aged man took the fish basket and led Han Yi and others into the thatched cottage. After serving tea, he went off to deal with the big fish.
There was a banquet, although there was no big meat, there was big fish. The old man and Han Yi were chatting happily, but the two little guys Xiao Ye and Xiao Ling surprisingly played together with the middle-aged man named Shangyi.
After the old man drank a glass of thin wine, he looked at Han Yi and took a look.
"Master Han, tell me, you have been coming to this old man to fish every day these days. What do you want?"
"The student dare not lie to the teacher. A few days ago, the student learned from the academy teacher that Mr. Yuan Xi was hiding in the mountains. The student wanted to come to ask for advice, but was worried about disturbing the teacher, so he came up with this idea." Han Yi said with his hand.
"Oh, that's it." Mr. Yuan Xi's eyes flickered, "It was that little guy Huairen who told you I was here. Is he still brooding about that matter?"
Having said this, Mr. Yuan Xi looked a little melancholy.
"Teacher has always felt guilty and failed in his teachings. He has not passed the imperial examination for more than ten years and cannot be named on the gold list to make his name famous." Han Yi walked into the attendance room, faced Mr. Yuan Xi, and bowed profusely, "Teacher asked me, if
When you see your teacher, you must give him a big gift to show your apology for betraying your teacher."
"Huh, you know that I am living in seclusion in this mountain, but you don't come to see me." Mr. Yuan Xi snorted coldly.
Han Yi did not dare to criticize his teacher's behavior.
"Okay, get up." Seeing Han Yi sit down at the banquet, Mr. Yuan Xi said again, "I haven't accepted disciples for many years. If you want to study with me, I'm afraid you won't be able to get what you want."
Hearing this, Han Yi showed a look of disappointment on his face.
"However, if you have any questions, you can come to this thatched cottage and I can answer your questions."
"In that case, thank you very much, sir." Han Yi was overjoyed and quickly handed over his hands in thanks.
In this way, as spring passed and autumn came, Han Yi traveled between Tiandu City and Mintai Mountain every day. Under Mr. Yuanxi's explanation, his understanding of many sages' classics became more profound. Many doubts were answered by Mr. Yuanxi.
The explanations were all enlightening.
In the blink of an eye, four years have passed.
On this day, Han Yi carried a fresh big fish up the mountain as usual. However, when he came to the thatched cottage, he found that the thatched cottage was already empty. Han Yi hurriedly looked around inside and outside.
All the things have been moved away, leaving only a letter to him.
After Han Yi read the letter, he realized that it turned out that Mr. Yuan Xi longed for the scenery of Wudi and had already planned to move, but it was only because of Han Yi's studies that he delayed it until now. Today, Han Yi has already achieved success in his studies.
There is no need for him to stay any longer.
"Sir, I wish you a safe journey." Han Yi faced Wu Di and bowed three times.
After returning to Tiandu City, Han Yi packed his bags and went to Beijing to take the exam. This trip lasted twenty years. Han Yi became the top scholar in high school, became an official in Beijing, and was summoned by His Majesty the Emperor as his consort.
At that time, Han Yi was thirty-seven years old. When he returned to Tiandu City, everything had changed. Three months ago, when his brother on the street sent him a letter from home, he felt like he was struck by lightning.
Just like that, I was stunned.
His mother was infected with wind-cold disease last year, and she was worried about him. She finally fell ill and passed away in June this year. After receiving the news, Han Yi immediately went to the palace to meet the saint and asked to resign and return to his hometown.
Mother is filial.
When Han Yi walked into the house with his grown-up maid Xiao Ye and book boy Xiao Ling, the sadness that had been accumulated for a long time finally burst out. Looking at the heavy coffin in the mourning hall, he rushed home at night under the stars.
Han Yi, exhausted both physically and mentally, fell ill.
"Mother, my child is unfilial."
Han Yi dragged his sick body and knelt on the mourning hall. His face was pale and bloodless, and tears flowed down silently.
"Zitong, you don't have to be like this. My mother has never blamed you. She has always been proud of you when she was alive. You don't know how happy your mother was when she heard the news that you were the top pick in high school." Bi Han Yi
An older middle-aged man stood behind him, wearing a mourning cloth, and comforted him.
"Gu Yun, my parents are here and they don't travel far away, but I can't do it with my son. It's really because I have to study hard for many years. Even though I'm the top scholar in high school, I can't fulfill my filial piety under my parents' knees. I'm a son of a human being in vain. Ahem - cough -
"After Han Yi finished speaking, he coughed violently. His face was earth-colored, and he was so haggard that it made people feel sad to see him.
"Brother, mother, mother, did you leave me a last message?" Han Yi summoned up the courage to ask.
"Mom asked you not to blame yourself. In all these years, she has never blamed you." After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh. Facing his haggard brother, he had been feeling sorry for him for twenty years.
The blame for not going home to visit my parents has also faded a bit.
"The son wants to be raised but cannot be kissed, the son wants to be raised but cannot be kissed." Han Yi murmured, feeling a strong dizziness in his head, and fell down on the mourning hall.
"Come, come quickly, go get the doctor." In a daze, Han Yi only heard his brother Han Yusheng's anxious shouting.
After that, Han Yi lay on the bed, his body getting weaker and weaker. After hearing the news, the emperor sent an order to send three imperial doctors to Tiandu City for diagnosis and treatment. Han Yi's first wife, Princess Youning, heard the news that Han Yi was ill and spent the whole day thinking about it.
Tears washed away.
In this way, in less than a year, Princess Youning was one step ahead of Han Yi and died of illness in the Prince Consort's Mansion. When the news reached Tiandu City, Han Yi almost collapsed and his condition became more serious as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt.