Taipingchun

Ethnology in the village is just a small courtyard, located by the pond, and there are no neat rows of tables and chairs in the house, some are just a few big tables surrounded by some small horses. A piece of paper, the quality is not good, and you need to prepare your own books. In addition to "Great Learning", you have to prepare a copy of "Zhu Zi University Collected Notes" for today's "Great Learning".

Those who study in the ethnology school are all children from the village, ranging in age from five or six to fifteen or sixteen years old, chattering and making Xu Xiu feel a little headache.

Facing the strange gazes of the friends around her, even Xu Xiu, whose two lifetimes add up to nearly forty, couldn't resist. She coughed and had to bury her head in the book "University" in front of her. It seems that the previous madman Its predecessor left a deep impression on the friends.

A boy got closer and said to him with a poker face like a dead relative: "Axiu, are you okay?"

Seeing his expression, Xu Xiu couldn't help being shocked!It’s really caring about yourself, it’s so serious.

Thinking about it carefully, this person seemed to be the youngest son of the uncle's family, Xu Hui, who had a good relationship before, so he answered him.It may be that I have just arrived in ancient times and feel that I need to integrate into this era as soon as possible, or it may be that the decadent and sour traditional thinking in my bones has been ignited.

Xu Xiu reflexively said politely: "I'm sorry for my elder brother, and my younger brother is well."

The corners of Xu Hui's mouth may not be very flexible, and his expression is very subtle, as if he saw a monster in his eyes.

Xu Xiu also felt that it was inappropriate, her little face blushed, and she said it again in dialect: "Brother is healed, thank you brother for your concern."

"Ah."

Xu Hui was three years older than him. Seeing that he really had no problem, he didn't ask any more questions. He sat down quietly and recited chapters silently, waiting for his husband's arrival.

The gentleman of ethnology was invited from Huating County. I heard that he is an old scholar. He has been taking the provincial examination for more than [-] years since the Chenghua year, but he has never passed the exam. He is already over fifty. Xu Xiu can't help thinking: Here The teaching environment and faculty are not very good.What do you lack?Do you want to memorize, don't be afraid, I have already memorized it in the previous life, and this child's memory is also very good in this life, that is Shiwen, do you expect such a talented person who has failed the exam for decades?I'm afraid it's a little hanging.

Of course, Xu Xiu also knew that she was extreme. Without the attitude of seeking truth from facts and looking at it objectively, the imperial examination itself had great uncertainty, and the south of the Yangtze River was very prosperous. Every time the Nanzhili examination was held, there were at least a few thousand people. The admission rate is extremely low.

Let's see.

Not long after, a gentleman in a blue shirt with a square scarf on his head walked in.

Xu Xiu sneaked a look at him, and saw a gray beard on his chin, lean, with a bit of style, and looked very reliable.

The gentleman came to the podium and looked at the crowd. There were not many children, more than a dozen of them. When they saw Xu Xiu, they paused slightly, and Xu Xiu bowed slightly to say hello to the gentleman.

The old scholar’s ​​first sentence was, “Salute to the former teacher.” He took all the children to salute to the portrait of Confucius, and then the old gentleman cleared his throat and said: “Today’s explanation of "University", each of you recites a chapter, Xu Hui, You start reciting from "Kang Gao"."

Xu Hui stood up from the pony pony, looked at his master's back with a straight face: ""Kang Gao" said: "Ke Mingde. " "Taijia" said: "Gu Tengtian's clear destiny." "The Emperor's Code" said: "Kemming Junde." "It's all self-evident." The master didn't stop, Xu Hui continued to recite, and he didn't make any mistakes in the three chapters in a row.

The old gentleman nodded in satisfaction to signal to stop, and then called the other children, some were frowning, some were full of confidence, and some were absent-minded. The kid who couldn't recite the ruler could only cry and beg for mercy in a low voice.

When I clicked on Xu Xiu, the old gentleman said: "If you come to the school, you must be in good health. If you are recovering at the beginning of your life, you should be obedient."

Xu Xiu stood up, and the festival is the famous way of the university in Ming Mingde: "Mr. Xie... is in being close to the people, and is in the ultimate good.... There is nothing like it."

"sit down."

The old scholar said: "University is the study of adults. It is the principle that adults cultivate and govern others..."

After everyone was named and tested by the master, the old gentleman explained according to Zhu Ziji's annotations. Xu Xiu fell asleep after listening to it for a while. The old gentleman's lectures were still very rigorous, and the content he said did not differ a word from Zhu Ziji's annotations... …

This kind of reading from the text is really boring, but seeing the children around are all serious, or forcing themselves to listen to the lecture seriously, Xu Xiu also had to cheer up, looking at the university article in his hand, arranged vertically from right to left. Left, without punctuation, Xu Xiu can still get used to it, and most of the ancient books in the library don't even have school books.

At noon, the old gentleman took a sip of tea and said: "That's all for today, you can go home and study hard." Then he walked out of the school slowly with his hands folded behind his back.

All the children stood up and bowed: "Mr. Congratulations."

After watching the old scholar leave, the quiet school resumed chattering again. Xu Xiu closed his eyes and suppressed the discomfort. The library was his home, and it was quiet all year round. He was not used to it.

Hastily put away the books and stationery and was about to leave, Xu Hui stretched out his small hand to hold him: "Xiu brother, now that you're done, come with me to see my father."

Xu Xiu also thought that since he was in good health, it would be impolite not to see his elders, so he quickly said, "It should."

Walking out of the school and strolling in the village, there is a strong rural atmosphere here, and the two children walked hand in hand, Xu Hui was originally a quiet character, and Xu Xiu was not a talker in most cases, and did not speak for a while.

Xu Hui's family is not far from the school, in the old house near the ancestral hall, the relationship with Xu Xiu's family is the closest, and the parents are brothers of the same generation.Walking into the compound, seeing Xu Caimu dressed similarly to that old scholar, but with a simple net scarf on his head, of medium build, and very elegant, he quickly bowed and said, "Hello, Uncle."

Xu Caimu is serious about his words and smiles. From this point of view, Xu Hui has inherited ten percent of his father's traits. Xu Xiu can't help but secretly slander him, no wonder his uncle is called Mu.

"A Niu, have you seen the doctor again?"

"No." Xu Xiu said truthfully.

"Come closer."

Xu Xiu walked in puzzled, and saw Xu Caimu took his own pulse.

"The pulse is stable, that's good, you go and play."

Xu Xiu didn't think that this uncle could come up with something, so she breathed a sigh of relief after leaving, greeted Xu Hui and returned to her small courtyard.

As soon as he entered the gate, he shouted: "Xiao Yang, I'm hungry."

Seeing his young master come back, Xiao Yang immediately brought out a small bowl of food, "Hmm, Niu, hurry up and eat. After we finish eating, let's go to the theater. There is a theater troupe from outside the village."

As soon as Xu Xiu heard that there was an opera troupe, Xu Xiu didn't bother to complain, just a small bowl of rice and a small section of pickles was such a cheating meal, and he just took two bites and it was over.In modern times, he likes to listen to operas and has done a lot of research. I don’t know if the operas of the Ming Dynasty are Nanqu operas, or they already have legends, so I can’t help being curious.

"Let's go!" Xu Xiu pulled up the lamb and walked out of the house.

When the two arrived outside the village, it happened that the stage had been set up, and the hustle and bustle had already surrounded the circle. Xiao Yang arched in, arched out, pulled A Niu with his backhand, and came to the bottom of the stage, and proudly said to Xu Xiu: "Catch up." Xu Xiu gave him a thumbs up in return.

Then I heard an actor speak to the accompaniment of gongs, drums and flutes:

"People in the world open their eyes and see that in terms of money, a hero is a good man. With him, everything is good, and without him, it is difficult to move an inch. Kidnappers are rich, and they praise crooked steps. Dumb people are rich, and their gestures are good-looking. Nowadays, people respect The most important thing is to have money, and Kuai Wentong has no money, so he can't understand Liu An..."

"People lose your name and do harm, people judge righteousness and kindness because of you, people lose filial piety because of you, people forget loyalty and trustworthiness because of you. Think carefully about how many inhumane people are, and you know that copper stink is the root of disaster. One by one, they will take care of their roots. One day, time will change. Shrinking your head and hanging your shoulders, thinking about the past, what is your friendship? Thinking about the past, is your wife and child interested? Thinking about the past..."

Although it is an irregular zaju, Xu Xiu, a drama with such a high warning significance, is very satisfying to watch. He doesn't pay attention to rhyme, accent, or performance. He uses spoken language and dialect rhyme, sometimes without rhyme. , Lost rhyme, a song can be sung by many people, and can be sung at any time. This form of performance is purely listening to an opera and watching it lively, a typical "passing words with music".

"Even this drama "Speaking of Money" can't be finished in one day, please come and join us tomorrow afternoon!"

It's almost dusk after the game ends, and it's time for the tired birds to return to their nests.

When the two arrived home, Xiao Yang poked him and said, "Ah Niu, is money such a sinful thing?"

Xu Xiu pondered for a while before saying: "Sometimes everyone is happy to see you, and sometimes things are unexpected. Sometimes you can sit on the table, and sometimes you can occupy a high position. This is sung in the drama just now. I can't explain it to you."

The lamb hammered his head, and his little mouth pouted: If you don't say it, you don't say it.

Ancient dramas are written in miniature of the times. Since there is money, it means that money worship is not a patent of modern society. This kind of society already existed in the Ming Dynasty, but the ancestors were very reserved and used eight words to describe this social phenomenon. "The golden order is in charge of the sky, and the god of money is outstanding." Miaozai.