Song Ji, courtesy name Wuya, was the fourth eldest grandson of the Song family in Hongbian.
The Song family in Hongbian had already become the backbone of the Song family in Shuixi during the Xuande period, and all the clan leaders in the past dynasties were the Xuan comfort envoys to Guizhou.
Now that Song Ran is old and has no children, it stands to reason that Song Ji should be the first heir. Unfortunately, he is a nerd and talks nonsense all day long. The patriarch Song Ran prefers his other nephew Song Chu.
In the same way, Song Ji didn't like his uncle either. He even scolded Song Ran to his face: "How grand and broad-minded are you when you chose the word Haoran? For decades, you didn't care about the people and didn't know how to educate people.
I only know how to exploit and enjoy myself, which I am deeply ashamed of!"
In the past two years, Song Ran has become even more disgusted with her eldest nephew.
Because Song Ji spent all day contacting An Guirong, he not only wanted to restore the charity school run by his grandfather Song Ang, but also planned to establish a social school in each district. Seeing that Song Ran had no interest in running a school, Song Ji actually went to find An Guirong and wanted to follow Shui
The Xi'an clan built a school together.
The relationship between the Song family and the An family is very bad. This guy even ignored the interests of the family in order to build a school.
The bookstore owner first presented a book, bent down and said with a smile: "Song Gongzi, this is "Xi Ya Shi Lu"."
Song Ji suddenly said happily: "But Mr. Xi Ya's new work?"
The bookstore owner said: "Half are new works and half are old works. All of Mr. Xiya's poems are collected in this book. You can't find a more complete collection in Guizhou."
Mr. Xi Ya is the second assistant to the cabinet, the young master and the crown prince Li Dongyang (he still serves as the first assistant for half a year). His "Huailutang Collection" has not yet been compiled and published, and now only various scattered works have been handed down to the world.
Song Ji hurriedly flipped through the poetry collection and found some new poems, and asked hurriedly: "How much does it cost?"
The bookstore owner said: "This book is hard to come by. It was transcribed by a Jinshi. Look at the words, they are serious..."
Song Ji was too lazy to listen to his rambling: "Don't you just want to increase the price? How much is it?"
The bookstore owner put away his smile and said seriously: "Twenty taels of tattooed silver."
"It's not expensive, just put it in my account." Song Ji didn't feel that he was at a loss, but thought that he had made a profit.
The few people wearing green clothes were stunned. This collection of poems only had dozens of pages, but it was actually worth twenty taels of gold!
In fact, it’s normal. Rare things are more valuable.
Even in the late Ming Dynasty, the price of books had dropped so low that one or two hundred liters could buy a set of books. But those were only common engraved copies. Rare copies were much more expensive, and those that had been collected and compiled with great effort were even more valuable.
After Dong Qichang obtained the "Ling Fei Sutra", the Chen family in Haining borrowed it to engrave the stone tablet, and someone rubbed the stone tablet for engraving. One volume of the rubbing and engraving of the "Ling Fei Sutra" could be sold for ten taels of silver, and there were still people rushing to buy it.
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While Yuan Gang and others were stunned, Wang Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw a wild taken advantage of, a walking cash machine.
This king's head is so big that it makes my hands itch. I want to hit it with a bamboo stick!
But Wang Yuan's identity was a little embarrassing. He was just a barbarian child, and it was quite inconvenient to do things. He quietly tugged on Shen Fucong's clothes: "Sir, it's up to you."
The two masters and apprentices looked at each other, and Master Shen understood the situation and said: "When something happens, don't be impatient, just wait."
The bookstore owner no longer greeted them, but stood beside Song Ji, accompanying Mr. Song to read books and poems.
Song Ji flipped through several pages in a row, and finally found a song he had never seen before. He couldn't help but look carefully, frowned suddenly, and muttered: "'I am confused about small things, but I am not confused about big things, and I can turn my grace into a great plan... Who can be so confused again?
"Hu, Zong Hu is good enough to be Sun Mou." Why is this song so weird? It has neither lyrics nor music, and it doesn't match the lyrics. It loses its rhyme, and I can't understand the meaning."
Shen Fucong originally wanted to observe Song Ji's character and then decide how to deceive him. But at this moment, a good opportunity suddenly appeared and he immediately said: "Mr. Xi Ya is comparing himself to Lu Duan, the prime minister of the Northern Song Dynasty. This poem must have been written in the past six months, maybe I was questioned by my colleagues, so I wrote to defend myself and express my complaints."
"What's the explanation?" Song Ji still couldn't understand.
Shen Fucong explained: "You are confused about small things, but you are not confused about big things. This is Song Taizong's comment on Lu Duan. When he became prime minister, Lu Duan muddle along and did nothing, but he always acted at critical moments. This was especially true after Song Taizong's death. Set the course. Last year, when the new king came to the throne, the internal officials were tyrannical and framed Zhongliang. The ministers were helpless. Maybe Mr. Xiya was scolded by his colleagues, so he wrote this poem to defend himself. It also allowed the ministers to continue waiting for the opportunity to hoe the traitors. "
"I see!"
Song Ji suddenly realized it and asked again: "Since the poem expresses one's aspirations, why does the poem lose its adhesion and rhyme?"
Shen Fucong smiled and said: "I did it on purpose. In this way, anyone who reads it will feel awkward and can better understand his state of mind. After all, eunuchs are protected by the emperor, and anyone who becomes a cabinet minister will be embarrassed and it will be difficult to achieve anything in political affairs. "
Song Ji clapped his hands and praised: "Wonderful, wonderful!"
This is a very strange poem, and it has made all the mistakes that can be made in writing poetry. But if you understand it like Shen Fucong did, you can immediately turn decay into magic, and people can't help but marvel at it.
Shen Fucong added: "The rhymes between oblique and oblique were all summed up by the Song people, and the Tang people didn't care about them at all. Mr. Xi Ya has always pursued the ancient meaning of the Tang Dynasty. In terms of technique alone, this poem also strives to restore the ancient times."
Hearing this, Song Ji read the poem a few more times, and the more he read, the more excited he became. Then he turned around and bowed: "Sir, great talent, let me... uh, are you a liminzi?"
"Li Minzi" is another name for those who wear green clothes. Master Shen is also dressed as a young man now.
Master Shen bowed and said: "I, Shen Fucong, named Weitang, was born in Yuyao, Shaoxing Prefecture. I entered school in the 14th year of Chenghua."
Song Ji temporarily put aside his doubts and replied: "It turns out to be friend Shen. I am Song Ji, courtesy name Wuya, from Hongbian, Guizhou. It just so happens that I also entered school in the 14th year of Chenghua."
It is already rare for me to be a scholar at the age of seventeen. How old are you, and you actually entered school in the same year as me? Master Shen was a little puzzled and couldn't help but ask: "Dare you ask my friend Gui Geng?"
The bookstore owner smiled and introduced: "Song Gongzi was selected as a scholar at the age of nine."
Master Shen quickly showed respect, clasped his fists and said, "My friend Song is actually a child prodigy. How disrespectful!"
"It's okay, don't mention it." Song Ji was a little embarrassed, because during the scholar examination, the examiner and grader were both his father.
Master Shen deliberately made people disgusted and asked: "My friend Song was a scholar when he was nine years old. I'm afraid he won the exam long ago, right?"
Song Ji suddenly became even more embarrassed and explained: "Students in Guizhou must go to Yunnan to take the provincial examination, and the journey there is quite bumpy. After I got the crown, I went to take the examination for the first time, and fell ill halfway through. Three years later, I went there again When I was taking the exam, I contracted wind-heat syndrome in Yunnan. I fainted in the exam room before I could finish my essay. Three years later, when I went to take the exam again, a flash flood blocked the official road, so I had to take a detour. When I arrived in Yunnan, the exam period was already delayed. Then my mother I died of illness and missed another provincial examination, but I am still a scholar despite my wasted time. I am ashamed, I am really ashamed, and made my friend Shen laugh."
Is there anyone more unlucky than me?
Shen Fucong had no choice but to comfort him: "My friend Song is full of knowledge. I think he will win the exam next time!"
"Thank you for your good words," Song Ji said, clasping his fists, "Friend Shen is from the south of the Yangtze River, so why did he come to Guizhou and still wear the clothes of a local citizen?"
Master Shen changed his face again, feeling both sad and angry. He threw his hands towards the north and said solemnly: "The new king is the heir, and the internal officials are in charge. Those eggless eunuchs, led by the eunuch Liu Jin, are known as the 'Eight Tigers'. They deceive the emperor and form cliques for personal gain. They harmed loyal and good people. Although I was a low-ranking official, I still stood up and risked my life to remonstrate. I hate that Liu Jin deceived the holy listeners, covered the sky with one hand, and had claws and claws all over the place. I was imprisoned and tortured, and even asked me to falsely accuse a high-ranking official. But even if we, the students, die miserably in prison, we will not join in the evil deeds of the Eunuchs. We will remain innocent in this world! The Eunuchs had no choice but to exile me three thousand miles away and send me to the barbarian land of Yunnan."
The previous explanation of the poem had completely overwhelmed Mr. Song. How could he now suspect Mr. Shen of telling lies?
Song Ji was in awe, straightened his clothes, leaned down and paid homage: "Sir, you are strong-willed and upright. You are truly a role model for our generation. Please accept my respect!"
Wang Yuan rolled his eyes when he heard this.
But it is undeniable that although Mr. Shen doesn't spend time in four or six on weekdays, he really has something in his belly at critical moments.
Then again, he used to be the mastermind of the prefect. Not only did he help the prefect with suggestions, but he was also fully responsible for the prefect's documents. How could he be an idiot?
The way he behaved in Chuanqingzhai was purely a case of a scholar meeting a soldier, no matter how he talks about it, it is useless.
But when he arrived in Guizhou City and met Mr. Song, Master Shen instantly returned to his normal level and was able to easily deceive scholars in the field he was best at.
(ps: I recommend two popular books. One is "I Really Didn't Want to Be Famous" by the leader of this book, and the other is "Saving the Ming Dynasty" by Da Luoluo. Thank you two veterans for their support.)