son-in-law

Chapter 19

On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the song head of water tune was revealed by Xiaochan. For the past few days, Ning Yi has been sitting at home, reading books and pretending to be sick. When she is bored, she plays backgammon with Xiaochan. Today is the first day. After coming out, I went to the school in the morning to take a class. In the afternoon, I went to pick up the wooden boards that had been whitewashed before, and then bought some charcoal bars. I came all the way here. It happened that Qin Lao and Kang Xian were both there.

For things like poetry, they can be used as they are used, and Ning Yi's mental disorder is nothing.These poems that I know are a very good strategic resource now. If you can't be free and want to do something in the future, you can use it to set off the hype and add some fame.But taking it out at this time is just to satisfy a little vanity, it really doesn't make sense.

The literati of these years, who speak and act according to the classics, if they really want to gain some fame, they must be tested by others. The urgent talents in these places are to memorize all Tang poetry and Song poetry. Nowadays, such as the Analects of Confucius, When several works such as the university were placed in front of him, he could explain it in the vernacular, and he could even have a lot of new ideas, but he certainly didn't have any other talents.It's a little early to throw out the lyrics, but since things have happened, in terms of his character, it doesn't matter.

For him, this problem is not a big problem, and the solution is ever-changing.The day before yesterday, old lady Su, Su Boyong and others asked him and Su Tan'er to ask him over there. He casually said a few nonsense words, saying that these words were not written by himself. , and then just smiled: "This is the end of the matter, it can only be kept secret..." The old man is very shrewd, and he can say whether he believes it or not, but if he is really a genius, the Su family's position is actually embarrassing. Everyone is actually guessing right now.

How can being a talented person be as comfortable as being a son-in-law now, you don't have to do too much, you don't have to be responsible, and people don't expect too much from you, so there's no pressure, and the old lady also takes care of you. If you want to get rid of this kind of life Silly hat.After finally relaxing for a few months, until there is no major event, the status of entering the family is determined to be determined not to leave.He thought so in his heart, and he found it interesting, but if he told others, even Xiaochan would not believe him.

Within a few days, there must be rumors outside, and I can probably guess what it is like, but when Xiaochan told him about the Shishui Poetry Club, he was startled by the name Kangxian, and finally he couldn't help it. Laugh dumbly.I knew before that this old man is not simple, but I didn't expect such a big name.

After a few days of rest that should be rested, he temporarily left things behind and returned to his normal life.However, when he was giving a lecture this morning, someone went to Yushan Academy. The person who came was Yu Zixing who was reprimanded by Kang Lao and the other scribes, who came to apologize.

In a sense, being reprimanded by Kang Xian at the poetry meeting would actually ruin Yu Zixing's reputation as a literati. This is really a disaster.However, Kang Xian still cherished his talent. When he left, he talked to him alone and taught him earnestly. He took another time to come and apologize. Once it spreads, he would be able to achieve some good reputation. Being able to change these can be regarded as a kind of reputation.

There was a picture over there, so Ning Yi also cooperated a little bit and performed a scene of mutual sympathy. As for inviting him to a certain party at night to participate in a student party, he naturally dismissed it, and then joined the few talented people. Say goodbye to something, come out and get a painted whiteboard.

"Zixing is a good person in morality. Although his talent and learning are not top-notch, he is still among the best." Kang Xian said with a smile, "It's just that your water tune is really well written. I'm afraid that in the next few years during the Qinhuai Mid-Autumn Festival, no one will be able to write Yue Yue poems again. I can't believe that you, an ignorant boy, has such a talent for poetry."

"I said I don't understand poetry." Ning Yi took a sip of tea, "When I was young, a wandering Taoist priest in tattered clothes passed by the house and recited this poem, so I wrote it down, that's it... "

He also said the same to Mrs. Su.At this moment, Boss Qin laughed: "I'm afraid even a three-year-old boy wouldn't believe what you said."

Kang Xian also said: "This person is just too lazy and needs to be beaten... It's just the name of a genius, it seems to be very useful, the woman just now has a good appearance and temperament, and actually walked with you all the way. , We talked very happily, if you can achieve a marriage, haha, boy, you have to thank the old man..."

Ning Yi's status as a son-in-law, it's not an easy thing to want to pick up a girl again, Kang Xian is just squatting and ridiculing.Ning Yi told the story of saving people before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and only then did they understand the ins and outs of the matter.At this time, the two of them had finished the game.The three of them sat and rested. Old Qin picked up the tea cup and nodded, but he was interested in other things: "Writing? So, you want to use charcoal sticks to write on this whiteboard and use it in the school. ?"

"Well, the sand table can write too few words at a time, and it is really troublesome to use. After all, it is better to write it down in this way, which is more convenient and intuitive."

As far as teaching is concerned, at this time, the class is all written on the sand table. Often when a word is written, the sand table has to be flattened. The teacher is just showing the students how to write this font.When most of the knowledge is dictated, students are required to pay attention when the teacher speaks. After the teacher has finished speaking, they can try to memorize the lecture notes with their own understanding. If they are not particularly smart or self-conscious students, they want to keep up. The progress of teaching is actually quite difficult.

Of course, for people like Qin Laokang, this kind of teaching method has lasted for thousands of years, and naturally they will not feel anything wrong.Learning is something of a superior person. If you want to become a superior person, how can you do it if you don't want to endure hardships? This is a kind of test in itself.Old Qin picked up a charcoal stick and scratched on the whiteboard, then frowned.

"The sand table is soft, and branches are used to write on it. The technique is the same as that of a brush, but it is difficult to write with charcoal. I am afraid that such changes may be inappropriate."

Just now, Nie Yunzhu just paid attention to how the words were written. Indifferently, Qin Lao saw things from a different perspective. With only two strokes, he raised an objection. As a teacher, he did not write with the brush technique in class. , and then Kang Lao also came over to try it, frowned and said, "You need to be careful about this." If Ningyi is his disciple, maybe he has already scolded him and pointed out this matter severely. severity.

Naturally, Ning Yi could understand their concern, but at this moment he smiled and squatted down and took a charcoal stick: "It's not a big problem, writing is to cultivate temperament, not to mention that these fonts and brush fonts are actually somewhat different. The common points, if they are only used for recording, might as well be a little wider, and it can be regarded as... an additional angle."

After he finished speaking like this, he stretched out his hand and wrote on it, "Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, two orioles singing green willows", this sentence was in the pattern of regular script, and then changed into official script, "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a line of egrets blue sky".

After writing these two lines, the font changes to Song type: "Three mountains are halfway down the sky."

The Song-style characters have not appeared yet, so Qin Lao and Kang Lao looked at each other.Just to explain this kind of problem, it is better to have a more impactful way. Ning Yi used to talk about business with people and sell products. He also liked the way that there is enough impact hidden in the bland. Jin Ti: "Egret Island is divided into two waters."

Next, turn to cursive script: "There is a beautiful woman in the northwest, and you hang the southeast branch."

Then it is italicized: "If you want to be poor, you will hang on the southeast branch."

The whiteboard was just that big. After writing it like this, he put away the charcoal: "How?" Qin Lao and Kang Lao had already laughed and scolded.

"The words can catch the eye, the poems are really stupid..."

"It's humiliating to Sven, it's annoying..."

"You are too lazy, hehe, what are these poems..."

That's what they said in their mouths, but the eyes of the two of them never left the white wooden board. They occasionally read them out of their mouths, but they also commented.

"There are beautiful women in the northwest... Really ignorant and ignorant, it is clear that there are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent, this song is from the Han book, and then linked to the southeast branch, hehe, do you think the northwest rhymes with the southeast..."

"Lao Kang is really wise."

"If you were my disciple, you would have to have someone beat you with a stick, and your graffiti would spread to the famous works of the sages. If you want to be poor, you will still hang on to the southeast branch. You are not afraid that Wang Zhihuan will turn into a ghost and come to settle accounts with you! Since it hangs on the southeast branch, this peacock flying southeast is also unlucky, but the southeast branch is provoking you."

"Haha, just one day I suddenly felt that if the poems were put together like this, it might have a different flavor, doesn't Mr. Kang think? There are beautiful women in the northwest, and they hang on the southeast branch. Look up at the bright moon, and hang on the southeast branch. There is no empty mountain. People, hang the southeast branch by themselves. Since ancient times, saints and sages are all lonely, only they can hang on the southeast branch. Since ancient times in life, whoever has no death, it is better to hang on the southeast branch..."

Kang Lao shook his head: "The sages involved must be rigorous." In the words, there is a bit of humor, but also a bit of warning, while Qin Lao on the other side is looking at other things, and this time he said something : "When is the bright moon..." Elder Kang replied, "I probably have to hang the southeast branch by myself..." He laughed.

Then Lao Lao took the charcoal stick and pointed to the first few sentences: "It's also a piece together, but I don't know where it came from, but it's an old work by Li Heng, hehe, Red Crispy Hands, Huang Teng Wine... The latter is not well received, this Two orioles sing the green willows, a line of egrets on the blue sky should be a sentence... and the three mountains are halfway down to the blue sky, and the two waters divide the white egret continent... good mood, it should be another poem..."

He circled these sentences with charcoal strips, isolated "red crispy hand, yellow vine wine" and "outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road", looked at it briefly, and drew another line in the middle, probably feeling that these two sentences should Not one, Kang Xian also nodded: "It should be two." Then he looked at Ning Yi.Ning Yi was somewhat impressed. If he had read these twelve characters under this circumstance, he might have known that they were sentences in a poem. Enough to do some twists like this.These twelve characters are not very easy to distinguish, but the two in front of them separated the two based on intuition.

"This is supposed to be four poems, but I don't know if there are already full poems, or some fragments?" Qin Laochao Ning Yi looked at him and asked.

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