Seventy-six thousand volumes of poetry and books, thousands of miles
"You are all the so-called Jianghu people, why do you come to the house of this gentleman with some shabby books?" On the threshing floor in front of the old scholar's house, this gentleman who enlightened most people in the town sat on Zhang Zhang's house. On the bamboo bench, I was chanting the warning words of this sage in my hand.
Wei Changpan rashly approached this gentleman who was related to him by blood. He wanted this old scholar, the only scholar in the town who had obtained a degree of honor, to answer his questions. However, the latter casually asked him a few words about the contents of the book given more than two years ago. But it was very different from the scene that he expected to deal with easily. At that moment, the old scholar's temper got the better of him.
Seeing that the old scholar's old face turned completely dark, Wei Changpan, who was dressed in a martial arts uniform, lowered his head naturally as he did when he was scolded by his teacher in the book school in the early years.
After all, he still couldn't completely harden his heart towards his distant nephew and proud disciple. The old scholar's black face showed a hint of hatred that iron cannot be transformed into steel:
"I have been practicing boxing and kicking all day long, and all my efforts on paper and pen have been wasted." The old scholar showed his dignity as a teacher again, "You are already getting married, how can you be just a martial artist who is illiterate in writing?"
However, as soon as the old scholar said this, I don't know how many people in the sixteen states of Yao started to sneeze constantly.
"It's an established rule in the town that I, as an elder, will always give you a gift when you get married." The old scholar's role suddenly changed to that of an elder of the family, "It's just that your wife won't come to town, so I'll leave it to you." That’s it.”
The old scholar returned to two dilapidated houses, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and left Wei Changpan alone outside. The two dilapidated houses were actually the ancestral property of the old scholar. There are still exquisite stone carving patterns outside the houses, but they have been eroded by wind and rain and have long since lost their original appearance. Only intermittent and vague traces are left for people to remember the glory of their ancestors.
The old scholar who was accustomed to holding pen and paper did not have the skills to repair this house, so these two shabby houses that were about the same age as him fell into disrepair day after day.
Raising his hand to block the dazzling light coming from the broken tiles, the old scholar spent a long time in the mountain of debris and books, and finally found a small box that was only obscured by dust. If you have a good eye, come and take a look. At one glance, this exquisitely crafted object can be worth a lot of money.
I carefully smoothed away the dust with the same attitude towards the original ancient books, and the texture of the yellow cedar wood was revealed. This is one of the few items that the old scholar in the family has not pawned. This wood has always been passed down as furniture from wealthy families. The first choice, but the price of finished wood is very
It is difficult for those with extremely strong financial resources to support it. A small wooden box, not much bigger than a palm, was not so outrageous when the old scholar was still prosperous in his early years.
As the old scholar slowly straightened up, there was a crunching sound in his waist, which made him gasp with a hiss of pain.
Time is not forgiving, the old scholar thumping his waist and walking out of the shabby house muttered, but when he raised his head, Wei Changpan was nowhere to be seen, and his heart was angry again. At this moment, he couldn't wait any longer, and he didn't know where to go. Sages and sages have It is said that Mount Tai collapses in front but remains unchanged, and the elk proliferates on the left but cannot blink. It is really sad to run in the opposite direction!
The old scholar who sighed sadly was about to turn around and go back to the house, but he heard the movement behind him, and his old eyes, which were dimmed by the small regular script in the pavilion, vaguely saw the figure of Wei Changpan, and he couldn't help but start to lecture him again.
It was only when he got closer that the old scholar saw clearly that the things Wei Changpan was holding in his hands were all belonging to the masons, and he said unhappily: "I only dabble in everything, how can I be proficient in everything?" Instead of practicing martial arts, I started to work as a bricklayer to make a living."
After explaining for a long time, Wei Changpan finally made it clear that when he saw that his husband's house was dilapidated, he took it upon himself to go back and get the remaining materials from his home to build a new house.
These words made the old scholar's expression soften, and then he became a little embarrassed. The two shabby houses were barely functioning as a shelter from the wind and rain. The few places in the house that were not leaking on rainy days were stacked with his precious books first, and secondly.
The place where he and his old wife live.
Wei Changpan did not do much to repair the roof tiles. After he stepped on the wall and climbed onto the roof, he took the mud tiles handed over by the old scholar.
It is true that the residence of the most knowledgeable person in Qingshan Town has been dilapidated to the point of being miserable. Even though Wei Changpan, who is used to doing this kind of work, has the strong physique of a two-story warrior, it still took him most of the day to repair it to the point where it is almost indestructible.
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"I can still eat more than I did then." The old scholar smiled at Wei Changpan and said, "If it's not enough, there's still more in the pot."
The sky began to turn dark, so the old scholar forced Wei Changpan to stay for dinner. Since the old scholar's wife was ill in bed, she had to go to the school every day to teach, and all the cooking work was done.
He had to bear the responsibility alone. In the past few days, the old scholar was always busy, having to light the fire and cook the food. Either the bottom of the pot would be burnt to black charcoal, or he would have to eat raw rice. The food was extremely bad.
But after all these years
Come on, even if the old scholar is no longer good at this, he has finally stopped making those hilarious jokes today. The two types of vegetables, greens and potatoes are all arranged properly, but they are just like his handwriting, quite satisfactory, and not very delicious.
, and it’s not difficult to swallow either.
"You eat without talking or sleep without talking."
With these words, the old scholar stopped Wei Changpan from speaking, and at the same time he picked two more tender cabbage hearts from Wei Changpan's bowl.
After finishing picking up the food in the bowl, Wei Changpan helped the old scholar feed his old wife who was sick in bed, washed the dishes, and then he and the old scholar moved a bamboo stool outside the house. One old and one young sat and watched the crowd.
Starry sky.
"In the early years, I thought that everything the sages said was the best truth in the world." The old scholar said with emotion, "The sages once said, 'A gentleman is far away from the cook', but I never thought that there were people like me who had to do other things besides learning.
A scholar who worries about daily necessities."
The moon and stars were sparse, and there were swans flying south above their heads.
"Chang Pan, what you said is not wrong because it was written by a sage and sage. On the contrary, whether it is in the past or today, the truth is still the truth."
"There are many issues that you should use your own mind to think about." The old scholar nodded his almost white head towards Wei Changpan, "Neither your parents nor your husband or master have ever been through your situation. When the sages made their speeches in ancient times,
I probably didn’t expect that there is an old man in Zhenshan who has studied hard for decades.”
"Books have to be read, and roads have to be walked. Sir, you will never be able to go out in this life. Chang Pan, you have to help him take a good look at the scenery of the sixteen states of Yaoyang."
When the old scholar mentioned the origin, his tone became excited: "Mr. Dai is going to visit the great rivers and mountains that he has never been to before."