He Shen
Chapter 28 The Encounter on Tanzhe Temple Road
Double Ninth Festival.
Niu Hulu's family had a very lively life because of the happy event of Shanbao Zhongju.
There are a few large baskets of crabs in the Zhuangzi, and a few clusters of chrysanthemums are planted in the small garden in the spring. Although they are not rare varieties, they bloom well.
At noon, before Junbao came back from the yamen, Yu Zicheng ordered the maid to clean up the crabs, and asked Shanbao to have a drink.
Shanbao brought a small jar of wine and said with a smile, "I wonder how the chrysanthemum wine made last year tastes?"
Yu Zicheng is an elegant person. He brews wine every year in Chongyang. Shanbao is envious and follows suit. He brews [-] altars, seals them with mud, writes a seal on them, and puts them in the cellar for storage. Take it out and drink it.
"You are too anxious, it will be clearer and sweeter after two or three years." Yu Zicheng shook his head and smiled.
"Taste it first. It's my first time brewing wine. I really can't wait." Shanbao patted off the mud seal, pulled out the plug, leaned over to smell it, and looked up at Yu Zicheng with a puzzled expression. Yu Zicheng asked, "What's wrong?"
"It doesn't taste right. Could it be that it's gone bad, and I've never heard that the wine will go bad. The more you put it, the more fragrant it will be." Shanbao poured out a pot, and a sour smell diffused in the air.
Yu Zicheng picked up the jug, frowned and smelled it, took a sip from the spout, stared at Shanbao's bewildered face, and burst out laughing.
Shanbao smiled at him inexplicably, "What's wrong? Is the wine wrong?"
Yu Zicheng stroked his chest, handed the jug to Shanbao tremblingly with one hand, and said with a smile, "Taste, try it yourself, hahaha, I've lived most of my life, and this is the first time... hahaha..."
"What's the matter?" Shanbao poured himself a small cup, licked it, woo, it not only smelled sour, but also tasted sour. He frowned and muttered, "Why does it taste like vinegar?"
"Hahaha..." Yu Zicheng laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, patted his thigh, pointed at Shanbao and was speechless.
Shanbao was dumbfounded, unable to believe it.
Yu Zicheng finally straightened up, with a smile on his face, "There is a saying in the folk that 'wine is not made into vinegar', hehe, this time I really see it alive. Hehe." Jian Shanbao pouted and comforted him with a smile , "It's okay, send it to the kitchen to cook, it's the same."
Shanbao cried and said depressedly, "Sir, I asked Moyan to send two jars to Fu Kang'an in the morning."
Shanbao lost his big ugly, this joke made Niu Hulu laugh inside and out for a month.
Even Fukang'an came here to thank Shanbao, "Thanks to you, my family won't have to buy vinegar for three months."
"It's not on purpose." Shanbao asked Mo Yan to take the wine brewed by Yu Zicheng to Duke Zhongyong's mansion to exchange his few jars of vinegar. Smoke is back.
Fu Kang'an smiled for a while, and said, "Our family had dinner at noon, I specially opened the wine you gave to Fu Chang'an and the others to drink, thinking that it's okay if the degree is not high, Fu Chang'an yelled after taking a sip, Ask me how to drink vinegar for him. I tasted it and found out that it was a jar of vinegar. I am amused by you, and you sent Moyan over there. After hearing these reasons, our whole family is grateful to you. In the past, Chongyang It's never been this fun."
Shanbao rolled his eyes, "Mr. Yu will still make wine in a few days, I don't believe it can be done if I make a few more jars?" After saying this, he was still annoyed, "Everything is the same, this time Mr. The spring water brought back from Tanzhe Temple will definitely make good wine!"
"Okay, make good wine, and give me a few more jars next year." Fu Kang'an smiled with a row of small white teeth, his stomach fell, and he still coaxed him, "It's okay, if you are jealous, I will accept it as much as I do."
Shanbao directly kicked Fukang'an out.
Shanbao's serious business is still studying, not to mention the expectations of his uncle and the two gentlemen, even he wants to try it himself.
At any time, the imperial examination is the most upright and noblest step for promotion.
During the first heavy snowfall in early winter, a charcoal basin was set up in the house, and Shanbao was warming up his books, when a word came from outside that Yu Zicheng asked Shanbao to meet guests in his yard.
Shanbao held up an umbrella, and as soon as he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he heard hearty laughter in the room.He went to the porch to stomp the snow on his feet, handed the umbrella to the maid, and let out a cry before going in.
At this time, Yu Zicheng fully showed his super thick skin, and introduced to the 50-year-old man with long beard who was sitting beside him, wearing a light blue satin cotton robe, "This is Shanbao, the student I accepted in the capital. Shanbao, Mr. Yuan is my friend for many years and also your teacher, he is famous, you are really lucky to see him today."
Yuan Mei has the appearance of a southerner, not tall, with warm and penetrating eyes, and he looks at Shanbao with a smile.Shanbao met each other according to the etiquette, Yuan Mei smiled and said, "Yuan Che has a good eye, he looks like a clever child. How old is he, has he ever had an imperial examination?"
Without waiting for Shanbao to answer, Yu Zicheng waved his hands and said, "Oh, it's not worth mentioning, this is a fluke." But his face was full of complacency, and it was because of his contribution that Shanbao won.
Knowing that this year is the year of the provincial examination, Yuan Mei was a little surprised, shook her head and sighed with a smile, "Well, you Yu Yuanche, the co-author is always for me to show off."
Yu Zicheng laughed, Yuan Mei smiled and said to Shanbao, "I came here in a hurry this time. I heard that your husband is in Beijing, so I came to see you. I didn't bring anything. I'll write you a letter later."
"Mr. always said that I am luckier than others, but now the prophecy has come true." Shanbao didn't miss the surprise in Yu Zicheng's eyes. Besides, the person who can say the word gift is definitely not an ordinary person. Shanbao smiled, "I This is to prepare paper and ink for Mr. Yuan."
Yuan Mei smiled, "Yuan Che used to be narrow-minded when he was young, and it's not bad to accept a student. If you are so anxious, are you afraid that I will run away?"
"How can it be? If it's cold today, the ink needs to be baked for a while so that it doesn't get stagnant."
Yuan Mei has already known the year of destiny. He was an official before, traveled to most of the countries, and met many people in the world.Since Shanbao entered the house, he behaved politely, not flattering or vulgar, unlike the children of the Eight Banners, but very much like a son of a scholarly family of the Han people, he couldn't help feeling a little fond of him.Seeing Shanbao go out to make arrangements, he smiled at Yu Zicheng and said, "Yuan Che has a good eye."
"Brother Zicai is too much." Yu Zicheng said with a smile, "I just accept a student in my free time, brother Zicai is full of peaches and plums." At the end of the sentence, he was a little more solemn.After Yuan Mei resigned from home, he recruited many students in his hometown, which was praised by people.
Yuan Mei is different from others in that he advocates women's literature, which is contrary to the current society where "women are virtuous without talent". He has attracted a lot of criticism for accepting female disciples.
The two hadn't seen each other for many years, and they talked and laughed very happily. At noon, Shanbao came in and said with a smile, "Sir, lunch is ready. After eating, it's not too late to chat."
Only now did Yuan Mei know that Shanbao was going to arrange meals, so he hurriedly said, "The eldest son is too polite, how can this be worthy of it." After all, Manchu and Han are different.
Shanbao smiled slightly. He asked Mr. Feng a few more details about Mr. Yuan outside, only to realize that this short old man was actually Mr. Suiyuan, who will be famous hundreds of years later, and said softly, "Mr. Yuan is too polite. , I heard that you are very particular about food, so you have to let them show their housekeeping skills, don't miss out. Today, when you and your husband meet old friends in a foreign country, you should have a few drinks."
Yu Zicheng smiled, "That's right, good to protect the younger generation, the master has something to do, and the disciple will do his best, so he should be there to help. Brother Zicai, if you eat well today, you can give me an extra letter later." I was still very satisfied that Shanbao did things properly, and to add honor to his long face, he held Yuan Mei's arm and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go and see what delicacies are arranged."
Yuan Mei was restrained for a while, and then let go immediately.The host and guest enjoyed the meal, and asked Shanbao how to make plum sauce.
The pen and ink were ready, and taking advantage of the wine, Yuan Mei poured out the pen and ink and asked, "I wonder what Shanbao wants to write?"
"Sir, please give me a couplet." Shanbao said with a smile, "An insight into the world is knowledge, and a master of human feelings is an article. These two sentences."
Yuan Mei turned his head to look at Shanbao, and said with a smile, "Shanbao has realized this truth at this age, and the future is boundless."
Shanbao smiled slightly, it seems that the famous book has not yet been published.
Yu Zicheng and Yuan Mei have a long-term friendship, and the two make an appointment to go to Tanzhe Temple to appreciate the plum blossoms together while the snow is good.
Shanbao also brazenly followed, and he spoke very eloquently, and waited on the two gentlemen on the way.By the way, let Shanbao and Jiabao take two days off to go together.After all, there are very few chances to meet such a erudite Confucianist. Even if you can't get advice in schoolwork, it's good to get some edification.
Yu Zicheng passed away and stood without a child.Yuan Mei knew the fate, was open-minded and open-minded, and had no objection to the two little fellows coming together.Different from Shanbao's thoughtfulness and calmness, Fubao Jiabao is simple-minded and strong-looking, with a bit of a cute and lively youth.
Tanzhe Temple was in the outskirts, and the group first took a carriage to the Zhuangzi to rest for the night, and then climbed the mountain the next day.
It happened to be sunny and the sun came out.
Shanbao followed Yu Zicheng and Yuan Mei one or two steps, walking leisurely.
Although Fu Bao Jia Bao has a wild temper, he also knows the rules. He would not run in front of the teacher, but he pulled Shan Bao's sleeve and asked, "Brother, didn't you say that there are ten scenic spots in Tanzhe Temple? Give us the ten scenic spots." Let's talk."
"Because of the different solar terms, it is not possible to see all the ten scenic spots of Tanzhe Temple at one time. This time we are lucky to see one of them. Now, it is the snow scene of Jinping Mountain in the south," Shanbao pointed. At the beginning of the auspicious snow, there are mountains and mountains, a vast expanse, and the white snow seems to be full of pear blossoms in full bloom. Jiabao said "wow" and danced to Shanbao, "Isn't it the right line of Cen Shen's poem 'Thousands of trees... Tree...something'."
"The spring breeze comes as quickly as one night, and thousands of pear trees bloom." Fu Bao was one year older and recited it.
"Exactly." Shanbao turned around and helped Jiabao, "Pay attention to your step."
"Brother, what are the other nine sceneries?"
It's cold today, there are not many people going up the mountain, but there is a group of travelers behind them, the leader is about forty, with a young master on his arm, and a group of guards behind.
Shanbao couldn't walk fast, Yu Zicheng and Yuan Mei were scholars, and they crawled slowly. Shanbao thought not to block his way, so he pulled his two younger brothers to stand by the roadside, and said with a smile, "Sir, you go first Come on, let's go slowly."
The man smiled, "It's okay, they all come out to enjoy the snow scenery. From what you said clearly, it can be seen that they come here often."
"This is a wrong guess sir. It's the first time I've come to Tanzhe Temple. I read some essays and travel notes in the past. Many of them are about Tanzhe Temple. I remember it in my heart." Shanbao smiled and looked at the young man next to the middle-aged man. At first glance, the oval face is delicate and cute. After a closer look, she smiled. It turned out to be a woman disguised as a man.
The middle-aged man paid attention to Shanbao's gaze, and said with a smile, "My granddaughter is naughty, so she insisted on following her, but she really made a fuss about her."
Shanbao said, "Actually, it doesn't matter. Manchu girls are not as cowardly as Han daughters. They are raised in deep boudoirs, with needles and willows supporting the wind. It doesn't hurt to come out to enjoy the scenery. If they can draw a bow and shoot arrows, they will be more heroic." Sassy, without losing the prestige of the ancestors."
"That's right, Guo Luomafa, you see what this brother said makes sense." The girl chirped like a sparrow, Shan Baoxin said, good guy, one sentence made me two generations shorter.
The middle-aged man smiled, "There are no rules." The girl tilted her head, raised her cherry lips, and said innocently and cutely, "Brother, go on and talk about the scenery of this temple, I have never heard of it."
Shanbao waited for Yu Zicheng and Yuan Mei to stop and gave a general introduction.So the two of them joined together, but the girl must listen to Shanbao as a tour guide. Shanbao has always been good-tempered, so he said with a helpless smile, "The first scene is called the red leaves in the plain. Now I can't see it anymore. I have to wait until next autumn. The red leaves in the middle of the mountain here, "the frosty grass lingers on the light blue, the frosty pears are half red", "the mountains are full of red, and the forests are all dyed". "
"What's so good about red leaves, it's not a rare thing." The girl said.
Although there is an allusion to the poem inscribed by the maple leaf, Shanbao naturally would not say it in front of the little girl, and said with a smile, "That's a lot. For example, in the Buyi people of Guizhou, the most famous maple leaf black glutinous rice in their locality has to be Using fresh maple leaves, smashed, dried, sieved, squeezed out the juice and soaked in black glutinous rice, the steamed rice is extraordinarily fragrant, slightly mellow, tender and delicious."
Yuan Mei was surprised, "Shanbao even heard about the Buyi people in Guizhou?"
"I just saw it in a book by chance." Shanbao smiled, "Mr. Yuan is not the only one who loves food in this world."
"It's really so delicious?" The little girl asked curiously, blinking her big eyes.
"Of course it's true."
When I got home and asked the cook to try it out, the little girl asked again like a cuckoo, "Brother, why do you think the leaves of this kind of tree are red, and I think other trees have green leaves?"
Shanbao stopped and coaxed her, "Well, according to the "Shan Hai Jing", Huang Di killed Chi You, and the weapon was stained with blood. Later, Huang Di discarded the weapon, and the weapon turned into a tree, because it was once on it. It was stained with blood, so the leaves of the tree were red, and later generations called this tree a maple."
The middle-aged man was also very interested in hearing it, and said with a smile, "There is a poem by Yang Wanli that 'Xiaofeng stole the wine overnight, but loves the sky to cover up the drunk'. The fairy wine is drunk and dyed red."
The little girl Yong'er smiled, "Isn't it? When a person is drunk, his face will turn red, let alone a tree?"
Everyone laughed.
Shanbao recounted the ten sceneries of Tanzhe Temple all the way. He was articulate and knowledgeable, so he spoke with wit and wit, interspersed with many poems and legends, which appealed to both refined and popular tastes.
"Rare and rare," said the middle-aged man clapping his hands, "I have been here more than a dozen times, and the people who have been here for the first time are not as good as your first time going up the mountain."
"Sir, it's absurd. It's fine to talk to these children, but in front of you, it's a classmate." Shanbao said modestly.
"Seeing that you are young and have read a lot, it is really rare. I don't know who your teacher is? People say that famous teachers produce high-level students, and it is not easy to teach you to read." The middle-aged man laughed, "You don't have to worry about it. I like to make friends with talented people, so I ask this question."
Shanbao smiled and glanced at Yu Zicheng, "This is the tutor."
Yu Zicheng paused, but smiled at the middle-aged man, "Don't dare to plunder beauty, Shanbao is studying in the official school of Xian'an Palace. I regret that I didn't come back a few years earlier, and I can accept an exquisite apprentice."
Shanbao smiled and said, "It's not too late now, my disciples have many deficiencies, and I still need to be taught by my master."
"Xian'an Palace official school?"
"Yes, my younger brothers and I are all studying in government schools." Seeing the interest of middle-aged people, Shanbao guessed that there are people in this family who want to go, so he explained in detail for him, "The masters here are all from Hanlin. They are all first-class, and there are masters who teach wrestling, boxing, bow and arrow, riding and archery, which are better than the ethnology academies outside."
"I originally wanted to hire a great Confucian to teach at home. After hearing what you said, it's a bit tempting." The middle-aged man smiled.
Shanbao said, "Then you have to let your family prepare for the exam earlier."
"nature."
Yuan Mei listened to them talking about mundane affairs, disturbing the tranquility, smiled and pointed to a beautiful red plum tree beside the road, "Look at that flower."
"It's so beautiful, I'll go and pick a branch first." Yong'er didn't move, but a guard jumped up a few steps, picked a branch of red plum and presented it to the master.
Yong'er was playing with it in his hand, and suddenly asked with interest, "Brother, you are a scholar, but you can compose poems, don't all scholars like to compose poems?"
The middle-aged man looked at Shanbao with a smile, as if he was interested in this proposal.Shanbao said with a smile, "With Mr. Yuan here, am I not playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong's gate? If Mr. Yuan has good poems, I don't want to hide them."
Yuan Mei really came to poetry, and smiled, "So, I will throw a brick to attract jade." After thinking for a while, he said slowly, "I envy him that the water in the Xixi River is so clear that I can shine on you when the ice blooms; do you know if Yang Hua turns envy?" You, you have never known the sorrow of spring in your life."
Yu Zicheng naturally applauded, and praised, "'I envy him that the water of Xixi River is so clear that he can open the ice and illuminate the king'. It is unprecedented to write ice with plum."
The middle-aged man laughed, "The last two sentences seem to bring plum blossoms to life. Good poetry."
Yu Zicheng didn't wait for Shanbao to open his mouth and said, "I am limited in poetry, but this gentleman has a good conversation. Since we met by fate, why don't you write a poem to remember today's pleasure?"
The middle-aged man said with a smile, "What time is it in the sea of green snails and snow, and it's not true if you don't meet this situation. Plum blossoms should be thin or fat. Today, I am amazed at plum blossoms."
"Most plum blossoms are thin because they are beautiful. My husband said, 'Plum blossoms should be thin or fat'." Shanbao said with a smile. Feng, Mr. is far away from this road now, if Mr. learns calligraphy and painting well, he will be able to leave behind a painting of snowy plum blossoms handed down from generation to generation. Not to mention anything else, the novelty of unique ideas is beyond human ability."
The middle-aged man laughed loudly, "The reputation is too high. It's rare that you can taste the three flavors at a young age. Since you have this talent, don't hide your clumsiness."
"Even if you don't say anything, I still feel itchy and want to say a few words. It's just that I don't have the genius of the two gentlemen, so I have to borrow the spirituality of my ancestors and add another poem." Shanbao rolled his eyes and touched The soft and smooth wind hair on the cuffs, following the steps up the mountain, said in a voice, "The wind and rain bring spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the bushes."
The middle-aged man said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to sweep away the decadent and reclusive wind of the predecessors!"
"If my guess is correct, Shanbao used Lu Fangweng's "Bu Suanzi. Yongmei" in reverse." Yuan Mei guessed it right away with his quick thinking.
"Yes." Shanbao said, "When I read Lu Fangweng's poems about plums before, I always felt that they were too desolate and sad, but today I am full of interest in traveling, and besides, I am not so depressed at my age, so it seems coquettish to compose it reluctantly. "
After climbing the mountain for so long, the face of the middle-aged man was slightly flushed, but the conversation was intense. If you are true to your heart, what you write is also awkward and ridiculous.”
Seeing that Fubao and Jiabao were sweating on their foreheads, Shanbao wiped them with a handkerchief.Jiabao wanted to take off his clothes when it was hot, but Shanbao hurriedly stopped him, "No, it's cold on the mountain, and it's easy to catch cold, so you can't blow the wind at this time. When you get to the temple, it won't be hot after a while."
Although Jiabao was reluctant, he listened.Shanbao asked him, "You have been in school for a while, come, let me recite a plum blossom poem."
Fubao Jiabao each recited poems, and the group chatted and laughed until they arrived at Tanzhe Temple and left to play separately.
Niu Hulu's family had a very lively life because of the happy event of Shanbao Zhongju.
There are a few large baskets of crabs in the Zhuangzi, and a few clusters of chrysanthemums are planted in the small garden in the spring. Although they are not rare varieties, they bloom well.
At noon, before Junbao came back from the yamen, Yu Zicheng ordered the maid to clean up the crabs, and asked Shanbao to have a drink.
Shanbao brought a small jar of wine and said with a smile, "I wonder how the chrysanthemum wine made last year tastes?"
Yu Zicheng is an elegant person. He brews wine every year in Chongyang. Shanbao is envious and follows suit. He brews [-] altars, seals them with mud, writes a seal on them, and puts them in the cellar for storage. Take it out and drink it.
"You are too anxious, it will be clearer and sweeter after two or three years." Yu Zicheng shook his head and smiled.
"Taste it first. It's my first time brewing wine. I really can't wait." Shanbao patted off the mud seal, pulled out the plug, leaned over to smell it, and looked up at Yu Zicheng with a puzzled expression. Yu Zicheng asked, "What's wrong?"
"It doesn't taste right. Could it be that it's gone bad, and I've never heard that the wine will go bad. The more you put it, the more fragrant it will be." Shanbao poured out a pot, and a sour smell diffused in the air.
Yu Zicheng picked up the jug, frowned and smelled it, took a sip from the spout, stared at Shanbao's bewildered face, and burst out laughing.
Shanbao smiled at him inexplicably, "What's wrong? Is the wine wrong?"
Yu Zicheng stroked his chest, handed the jug to Shanbao tremblingly with one hand, and said with a smile, "Taste, try it yourself, hahaha, I've lived most of my life, and this is the first time... hahaha..."
"What's the matter?" Shanbao poured himself a small cup, licked it, woo, it not only smelled sour, but also tasted sour. He frowned and muttered, "Why does it taste like vinegar?"
"Hahaha..." Yu Zicheng laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, patted his thigh, pointed at Shanbao and was speechless.
Shanbao was dumbfounded, unable to believe it.
Yu Zicheng finally straightened up, with a smile on his face, "There is a saying in the folk that 'wine is not made into vinegar', hehe, this time I really see it alive. Hehe." Jian Shanbao pouted and comforted him with a smile , "It's okay, send it to the kitchen to cook, it's the same."
Shanbao cried and said depressedly, "Sir, I asked Moyan to send two jars to Fu Kang'an in the morning."
Shanbao lost his big ugly, this joke made Niu Hulu laugh inside and out for a month.
Even Fukang'an came here to thank Shanbao, "Thanks to you, my family won't have to buy vinegar for three months."
"It's not on purpose." Shanbao asked Mo Yan to take the wine brewed by Yu Zicheng to Duke Zhongyong's mansion to exchange his few jars of vinegar. Smoke is back.
Fu Kang'an smiled for a while, and said, "Our family had dinner at noon, I specially opened the wine you gave to Fu Chang'an and the others to drink, thinking that it's okay if the degree is not high, Fu Chang'an yelled after taking a sip, Ask me how to drink vinegar for him. I tasted it and found out that it was a jar of vinegar. I am amused by you, and you sent Moyan over there. After hearing these reasons, our whole family is grateful to you. In the past, Chongyang It's never been this fun."
Shanbao rolled his eyes, "Mr. Yu will still make wine in a few days, I don't believe it can be done if I make a few more jars?" After saying this, he was still annoyed, "Everything is the same, this time Mr. The spring water brought back from Tanzhe Temple will definitely make good wine!"
"Okay, make good wine, and give me a few more jars next year." Fu Kang'an smiled with a row of small white teeth, his stomach fell, and he still coaxed him, "It's okay, if you are jealous, I will accept it as much as I do."
Shanbao directly kicked Fukang'an out.
Shanbao's serious business is still studying, not to mention the expectations of his uncle and the two gentlemen, even he wants to try it himself.
At any time, the imperial examination is the most upright and noblest step for promotion.
During the first heavy snowfall in early winter, a charcoal basin was set up in the house, and Shanbao was warming up his books, when a word came from outside that Yu Zicheng asked Shanbao to meet guests in his yard.
Shanbao held up an umbrella, and as soon as he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he heard hearty laughter in the room.He went to the porch to stomp the snow on his feet, handed the umbrella to the maid, and let out a cry before going in.
At this time, Yu Zicheng fully showed his super thick skin, and introduced to the 50-year-old man with long beard who was sitting beside him, wearing a light blue satin cotton robe, "This is Shanbao, the student I accepted in the capital. Shanbao, Mr. Yuan is my friend for many years and also your teacher, he is famous, you are really lucky to see him today."
Yuan Mei has the appearance of a southerner, not tall, with warm and penetrating eyes, and he looks at Shanbao with a smile.Shanbao met each other according to the etiquette, Yuan Mei smiled and said, "Yuan Che has a good eye, he looks like a clever child. How old is he, has he ever had an imperial examination?"
Without waiting for Shanbao to answer, Yu Zicheng waved his hands and said, "Oh, it's not worth mentioning, this is a fluke." But his face was full of complacency, and it was because of his contribution that Shanbao won.
Knowing that this year is the year of the provincial examination, Yuan Mei was a little surprised, shook her head and sighed with a smile, "Well, you Yu Yuanche, the co-author is always for me to show off."
Yu Zicheng laughed, Yuan Mei smiled and said to Shanbao, "I came here in a hurry this time. I heard that your husband is in Beijing, so I came to see you. I didn't bring anything. I'll write you a letter later."
"Mr. always said that I am luckier than others, but now the prophecy has come true." Shanbao didn't miss the surprise in Yu Zicheng's eyes. Besides, the person who can say the word gift is definitely not an ordinary person. Shanbao smiled, "I This is to prepare paper and ink for Mr. Yuan."
Yuan Mei smiled, "Yuan Che used to be narrow-minded when he was young, and it's not bad to accept a student. If you are so anxious, are you afraid that I will run away?"
"How can it be? If it's cold today, the ink needs to be baked for a while so that it doesn't get stagnant."
Yuan Mei has already known the year of destiny. He was an official before, traveled to most of the countries, and met many people in the world.Since Shanbao entered the house, he behaved politely, not flattering or vulgar, unlike the children of the Eight Banners, but very much like a son of a scholarly family of the Han people, he couldn't help feeling a little fond of him.Seeing Shanbao go out to make arrangements, he smiled at Yu Zicheng and said, "Yuan Che has a good eye."
"Brother Zicai is too much." Yu Zicheng said with a smile, "I just accept a student in my free time, brother Zicai is full of peaches and plums." At the end of the sentence, he was a little more solemn.After Yuan Mei resigned from home, he recruited many students in his hometown, which was praised by people.
Yuan Mei is different from others in that he advocates women's literature, which is contrary to the current society where "women are virtuous without talent". He has attracted a lot of criticism for accepting female disciples.
The two hadn't seen each other for many years, and they talked and laughed very happily. At noon, Shanbao came in and said with a smile, "Sir, lunch is ready. After eating, it's not too late to chat."
Only now did Yuan Mei know that Shanbao was going to arrange meals, so he hurriedly said, "The eldest son is too polite, how can this be worthy of it." After all, Manchu and Han are different.
Shanbao smiled slightly. He asked Mr. Feng a few more details about Mr. Yuan outside, only to realize that this short old man was actually Mr. Suiyuan, who will be famous hundreds of years later, and said softly, "Mr. Yuan is too polite. , I heard that you are very particular about food, so you have to let them show their housekeeping skills, don't miss out. Today, when you and your husband meet old friends in a foreign country, you should have a few drinks."
Yu Zicheng smiled, "That's right, good to protect the younger generation, the master has something to do, and the disciple will do his best, so he should be there to help. Brother Zicai, if you eat well today, you can give me an extra letter later." I was still very satisfied that Shanbao did things properly, and to add honor to his long face, he held Yuan Mei's arm and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go and see what delicacies are arranged."
Yuan Mei was restrained for a while, and then let go immediately.The host and guest enjoyed the meal, and asked Shanbao how to make plum sauce.
The pen and ink were ready, and taking advantage of the wine, Yuan Mei poured out the pen and ink and asked, "I wonder what Shanbao wants to write?"
"Sir, please give me a couplet." Shanbao said with a smile, "An insight into the world is knowledge, and a master of human feelings is an article. These two sentences."
Yuan Mei turned his head to look at Shanbao, and said with a smile, "Shanbao has realized this truth at this age, and the future is boundless."
Shanbao smiled slightly, it seems that the famous book has not yet been published.
Yu Zicheng and Yuan Mei have a long-term friendship, and the two make an appointment to go to Tanzhe Temple to appreciate the plum blossoms together while the snow is good.
Shanbao also brazenly followed, and he spoke very eloquently, and waited on the two gentlemen on the way.By the way, let Shanbao and Jiabao take two days off to go together.After all, there are very few chances to meet such a erudite Confucianist. Even if you can't get advice in schoolwork, it's good to get some edification.
Yu Zicheng passed away and stood without a child.Yuan Mei knew the fate, was open-minded and open-minded, and had no objection to the two little fellows coming together.Different from Shanbao's thoughtfulness and calmness, Fubao Jiabao is simple-minded and strong-looking, with a bit of a cute and lively youth.
Tanzhe Temple was in the outskirts, and the group first took a carriage to the Zhuangzi to rest for the night, and then climbed the mountain the next day.
It happened to be sunny and the sun came out.
Shanbao followed Yu Zicheng and Yuan Mei one or two steps, walking leisurely.
Although Fu Bao Jia Bao has a wild temper, he also knows the rules. He would not run in front of the teacher, but he pulled Shan Bao's sleeve and asked, "Brother, didn't you say that there are ten scenic spots in Tanzhe Temple? Give us the ten scenic spots." Let's talk."
"Because of the different solar terms, it is not possible to see all the ten scenic spots of Tanzhe Temple at one time. This time we are lucky to see one of them. Now, it is the snow scene of Jinping Mountain in the south," Shanbao pointed. At the beginning of the auspicious snow, there are mountains and mountains, a vast expanse, and the white snow seems to be full of pear blossoms in full bloom. Jiabao said "wow" and danced to Shanbao, "Isn't it the right line of Cen Shen's poem 'Thousands of trees... Tree...something'."
"The spring breeze comes as quickly as one night, and thousands of pear trees bloom." Fu Bao was one year older and recited it.
"Exactly." Shanbao turned around and helped Jiabao, "Pay attention to your step."
"Brother, what are the other nine sceneries?"
It's cold today, there are not many people going up the mountain, but there is a group of travelers behind them, the leader is about forty, with a young master on his arm, and a group of guards behind.
Shanbao couldn't walk fast, Yu Zicheng and Yuan Mei were scholars, and they crawled slowly. Shanbao thought not to block his way, so he pulled his two younger brothers to stand by the roadside, and said with a smile, "Sir, you go first Come on, let's go slowly."
The man smiled, "It's okay, they all come out to enjoy the snow scenery. From what you said clearly, it can be seen that they come here often."
"This is a wrong guess sir. It's the first time I've come to Tanzhe Temple. I read some essays and travel notes in the past. Many of them are about Tanzhe Temple. I remember it in my heart." Shanbao smiled and looked at the young man next to the middle-aged man. At first glance, the oval face is delicate and cute. After a closer look, she smiled. It turned out to be a woman disguised as a man.
The middle-aged man paid attention to Shanbao's gaze, and said with a smile, "My granddaughter is naughty, so she insisted on following her, but she really made a fuss about her."
Shanbao said, "Actually, it doesn't matter. Manchu girls are not as cowardly as Han daughters. They are raised in deep boudoirs, with needles and willows supporting the wind. It doesn't hurt to come out to enjoy the scenery. If they can draw a bow and shoot arrows, they will be more heroic." Sassy, without losing the prestige of the ancestors."
"That's right, Guo Luomafa, you see what this brother said makes sense." The girl chirped like a sparrow, Shan Baoxin said, good guy, one sentence made me two generations shorter.
The middle-aged man smiled, "There are no rules." The girl tilted her head, raised her cherry lips, and said innocently and cutely, "Brother, go on and talk about the scenery of this temple, I have never heard of it."
Shanbao waited for Yu Zicheng and Yuan Mei to stop and gave a general introduction.So the two of them joined together, but the girl must listen to Shanbao as a tour guide. Shanbao has always been good-tempered, so he said with a helpless smile, "The first scene is called the red leaves in the plain. Now I can't see it anymore. I have to wait until next autumn. The red leaves in the middle of the mountain here, "the frosty grass lingers on the light blue, the frosty pears are half red", "the mountains are full of red, and the forests are all dyed". "
"What's so good about red leaves, it's not a rare thing." The girl said.
Although there is an allusion to the poem inscribed by the maple leaf, Shanbao naturally would not say it in front of the little girl, and said with a smile, "That's a lot. For example, in the Buyi people of Guizhou, the most famous maple leaf black glutinous rice in their locality has to be Using fresh maple leaves, smashed, dried, sieved, squeezed out the juice and soaked in black glutinous rice, the steamed rice is extraordinarily fragrant, slightly mellow, tender and delicious."
Yuan Mei was surprised, "Shanbao even heard about the Buyi people in Guizhou?"
"I just saw it in a book by chance." Shanbao smiled, "Mr. Yuan is not the only one who loves food in this world."
"It's really so delicious?" The little girl asked curiously, blinking her big eyes.
"Of course it's true."
When I got home and asked the cook to try it out, the little girl asked again like a cuckoo, "Brother, why do you think the leaves of this kind of tree are red, and I think other trees have green leaves?"
Shanbao stopped and coaxed her, "Well, according to the "Shan Hai Jing", Huang Di killed Chi You, and the weapon was stained with blood. Later, Huang Di discarded the weapon, and the weapon turned into a tree, because it was once on it. It was stained with blood, so the leaves of the tree were red, and later generations called this tree a maple."
The middle-aged man was also very interested in hearing it, and said with a smile, "There is a poem by Yang Wanli that 'Xiaofeng stole the wine overnight, but loves the sky to cover up the drunk'. The fairy wine is drunk and dyed red."
The little girl Yong'er smiled, "Isn't it? When a person is drunk, his face will turn red, let alone a tree?"
Everyone laughed.
Shanbao recounted the ten sceneries of Tanzhe Temple all the way. He was articulate and knowledgeable, so he spoke with wit and wit, interspersed with many poems and legends, which appealed to both refined and popular tastes.
"Rare and rare," said the middle-aged man clapping his hands, "I have been here more than a dozen times, and the people who have been here for the first time are not as good as your first time going up the mountain."
"Sir, it's absurd. It's fine to talk to these children, but in front of you, it's a classmate." Shanbao said modestly.
"Seeing that you are young and have read a lot, it is really rare. I don't know who your teacher is? People say that famous teachers produce high-level students, and it is not easy to teach you to read." The middle-aged man laughed, "You don't have to worry about it. I like to make friends with talented people, so I ask this question."
Shanbao smiled and glanced at Yu Zicheng, "This is the tutor."
Yu Zicheng paused, but smiled at the middle-aged man, "Don't dare to plunder beauty, Shanbao is studying in the official school of Xian'an Palace. I regret that I didn't come back a few years earlier, and I can accept an exquisite apprentice."
Shanbao smiled and said, "It's not too late now, my disciples have many deficiencies, and I still need to be taught by my master."
"Xian'an Palace official school?"
"Yes, my younger brothers and I are all studying in government schools." Seeing the interest of middle-aged people, Shanbao guessed that there are people in this family who want to go, so he explained in detail for him, "The masters here are all from Hanlin. They are all first-class, and there are masters who teach wrestling, boxing, bow and arrow, riding and archery, which are better than the ethnology academies outside."
"I originally wanted to hire a great Confucian to teach at home. After hearing what you said, it's a bit tempting." The middle-aged man smiled.
Shanbao said, "Then you have to let your family prepare for the exam earlier."
"nature."
Yuan Mei listened to them talking about mundane affairs, disturbing the tranquility, smiled and pointed to a beautiful red plum tree beside the road, "Look at that flower."
"It's so beautiful, I'll go and pick a branch first." Yong'er didn't move, but a guard jumped up a few steps, picked a branch of red plum and presented it to the master.
Yong'er was playing with it in his hand, and suddenly asked with interest, "Brother, you are a scholar, but you can compose poems, don't all scholars like to compose poems?"
The middle-aged man looked at Shanbao with a smile, as if he was interested in this proposal.Shanbao said with a smile, "With Mr. Yuan here, am I not playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong's gate? If Mr. Yuan has good poems, I don't want to hide them."
Yuan Mei really came to poetry, and smiled, "So, I will throw a brick to attract jade." After thinking for a while, he said slowly, "I envy him that the water in the Xixi River is so clear that I can shine on you when the ice blooms; do you know if Yang Hua turns envy?" You, you have never known the sorrow of spring in your life."
Yu Zicheng naturally applauded, and praised, "'I envy him that the water of Xixi River is so clear that he can open the ice and illuminate the king'. It is unprecedented to write ice with plum."
The middle-aged man laughed, "The last two sentences seem to bring plum blossoms to life. Good poetry."
Yu Zicheng didn't wait for Shanbao to open his mouth and said, "I am limited in poetry, but this gentleman has a good conversation. Since we met by fate, why don't you write a poem to remember today's pleasure?"
The middle-aged man said with a smile, "What time is it in the sea of green snails and snow, and it's not true if you don't meet this situation. Plum blossoms should be thin or fat. Today, I am amazed at plum blossoms."
"Most plum blossoms are thin because they are beautiful. My husband said, 'Plum blossoms should be thin or fat'." Shanbao said with a smile. Feng, Mr. is far away from this road now, if Mr. learns calligraphy and painting well, he will be able to leave behind a painting of snowy plum blossoms handed down from generation to generation. Not to mention anything else, the novelty of unique ideas is beyond human ability."
The middle-aged man laughed loudly, "The reputation is too high. It's rare that you can taste the three flavors at a young age. Since you have this talent, don't hide your clumsiness."
"Even if you don't say anything, I still feel itchy and want to say a few words. It's just that I don't have the genius of the two gentlemen, so I have to borrow the spirituality of my ancestors and add another poem." Shanbao rolled his eyes and touched The soft and smooth wind hair on the cuffs, following the steps up the mountain, said in a voice, "The wind and rain bring spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs among the bushes."
The middle-aged man said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to sweep away the decadent and reclusive wind of the predecessors!"
"If my guess is correct, Shanbao used Lu Fangweng's "Bu Suanzi. Yongmei" in reverse." Yuan Mei guessed it right away with his quick thinking.
"Yes." Shanbao said, "When I read Lu Fangweng's poems about plums before, I always felt that they were too desolate and sad, but today I am full of interest in traveling, and besides, I am not so depressed at my age, so it seems coquettish to compose it reluctantly. "
After climbing the mountain for so long, the face of the middle-aged man was slightly flushed, but the conversation was intense. If you are true to your heart, what you write is also awkward and ridiculous.”
Seeing that Fubao and Jiabao were sweating on their foreheads, Shanbao wiped them with a handkerchief.Jiabao wanted to take off his clothes when it was hot, but Shanbao hurriedly stopped him, "No, it's cold on the mountain, and it's easy to catch cold, so you can't blow the wind at this time. When you get to the temple, it won't be hot after a while."
Although Jiabao was reluctant, he listened.Shanbao asked him, "You have been in school for a while, come, let me recite a plum blossom poem."
Fubao Jiabao each recited poems, and the group chatted and laughed until they arrived at Tanzhe Temple and left to play separately.
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