Prime Minister

Shepherd boy, farmhouse, cooking smoke.

A small village under Xianxia Ridge.

Zhang Yue rested here for a while, and glanced at Xianxia Ridge shrouded in clouds behind him.

This is the only way for the official road, so the villagers are not surprised to see passers-by, but many vendors come to sell food.

Hearing the familiar local accent, Zhang Yue seemed to be a person who had been away from his hometown for many years, and when he set foot on the land of his hometown, he felt a sense of sadness.

Now I am returning to my hometown with fame and fame, but what if I am down and out?

Thinking back to his last life, he was working hard in a big city, but his hometown was a place he couldn't go back to. I didn't know how to tell my childhood friends and relatives who watched you grow up about your current situation.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly dream of juvenile things, crying makeup and tears.

Turning around, he returned to the original place.

Zhang Yue got off his horse and asked a villager, "Old man, how do I get to Mengbi Mountain?" "

The other party said: "If you go back to the officials, you can go ten miles west. Why do you go to Mengbi Mountain?"

Zhang Yue laughed and said: "The old man doesn't know, I'm from my hometown, I've been away for many years, I'm coming back this time to take a look."

The old man laughed and said: "So that's how it is. The old man can't hear the local accent, so please do as you please."

Zhang Yue thought to himself that when the other party heard that he was a local, he changed his title from a senior official to a gentleman.I have lived in Bianjing for many years, and my Wuyue accent has changed into Luoyin at some point.

Zhang Yue passed by a village school, but he heard the voice of "at the beginning of human beings, nature is good; natures are similar, habits are far away".

These three characters are read by the crisp voices of Confucian children, which is really pleasant to the ear.

Zhang Yue got off his horse and walked into the village school to listen. Soon the school teacher saw someone was outside, so he asked the Confucian boy to come out by himself.

Zhang Yue apologized to the other party: "I pass by here, and I can hear the sound of reading, so please forgive me for being presumptuous."

The school teacher smiled and said, "It's okay."

Zhang Yue asked: "The Confucian boy just recited the Three Character Classic?"

The school teacher said: "Exactly, since Zhang Duanming became a Hanlin scholar, the county has made Confucian children learn it, not only in this county but also in the prefecture."

Zhang Yue was originally happy, but the smile froze on his face when he heard the other party's words.

The school teacher said: "However, these three-character scriptures are really good for enlightenment, and they can be called catchy."

After hearing this, Zhang Yue relaxed slightly and said, "But it's not good to force it."

The teacher said: "The current custom is like this. In the past, when the county school was tested and taught, the Confucian boys didn't have to worship the county magistrate, but just bowed to each other. Now they all need to worship."

Zhang Yue said: "This is because the future is in the hands of the other party. Zhang Duan clearly knows that this is not his original intention."

The school teacher sneered and said: "Your lord is not Zhang Duanming, why bother to speak for him? Seeing that this lord is also a scholar, if you dare to ask this three-character scripture, what does it mean?"

Zhang Yue didn't know how to answer for a moment.

It's like the other party asking the author, what does your article mean?The other party will not be able to answer for a while.What's more, Zhang Yue is not the real author of the Three Character Classic.

Zhang Yue said: "Sir, I'm surprised. I really don't understand. The class is messing around."

The school teacher suddenly felt arrogant, turned and left.

……

Zhang Yue arrived at the foot of Mengbi Mountain, but saw a lonely peak standing alone.

There is a temple at the foot of the mountain named Dengjue Temple.

When Zhang Yue went to the temple, he saw many literati writing inscriptions praising the 'Mengbi Mountain'.

It's hard to imagine Furong's illusion.

Relying on the sky to accumulate green clouds and roots, the rain in the evening is worthy of a picture.

Floating haze, emerald locks, a few peaks are clear', "The smoke in the trees across the dock condenses the twilight.

Yu Yumeng pen embraces Qinglan, as if an expert is sleeping soundly.

Zhang Yue looked at it for a while, and then a monk came to inquire.

Zhang Yue told the monks that he would stay here, and the abbot of Xuefeng Temple received him personally after receiving the notice.

Zhang Yue said together: "I admire Jiang Yan's name, so I come here here for the name. I want to stay in your temple. I hope I will take care of the disturbance."

The abbot laughed when he heard about it: "Over the years, many literati and poets have come to visit here in the name of Jiang Yan. There are also a few rooms in this temple for laymen to rest, and there is no need to disturb them."

Zhang Yue said: "Thank you abbot!"

Then the host introduced Zhang Yue: "It is rumored that Jiang Yan dreamed of writing here. He wrote the most in Pucheng, and more than a dozen famous Fus such as Chihong Fu and Qingmosong Fu are written here. When it comes, it will be a spring of writing and thinking, just like spraying pearls and washing jade."

"But it's a pity that after Jiang Yan left Pucheng, his official career has been prominent since then, and his writing is not as good as it was before, so there is a saying that Jiang Yan's talent is exhausted."

"However, many scholars come here here because of the fame, and they want to get the efficaciousness here, and the five-color magic brush. I'm afraid that Mr. Lang is also here to ask for the brush?"

Zhang Yue laughed and said, "I'm not asking for a pen, but paying it back!"

The abbot didn't understand why.

After Zhang Yue ate his vegetarian meal, he lay down on the couch in the monk's room, and the dream from more than ten years ago still seemed to be vivid in his memory.

After taking the exam by myself, the magical space in the dream is rarely encountered in sleep.

Because after becoming an official, I really don't need it anymore, but I still use it occasionally when I get up to practice calligraphy. Now my calligraphy is worth a thousand gold.

Will Song Sijia be changed to Song Wujia in the future?Zhang still ranks in front of Su, Huang, Mi and Cai?
But these are not important to Zhang Yue. The way of calligraphy was taught to him directly by Zhang You, so he just wants to pass it on. This is the meaning of scholars continuing to learn.

But it was useless after a long time, so Zhang Yue also felt that he should not waste everything on him, just sleep under Mengbi Mountain and return it.

Just like Jiang Yan repaying his pen.

After Zhang Yue lay down, he thought he would fall asleep immediately, but he found that he had no dreams all night.

Zhang Jingyang, the old man who told himself that "things in the world, youthful heart, dreams are clearly a little bit deeper", didn't seem to come to see him in his dreams.

When the sun was rising, Zhang Yue came to the foot of Mengbi Mountain and looked at the lonely peak, wondering what it meant.

"Why?" Zhang Yue murmured under the peak.

The abbot looked at Zhang Yue's bewildered expression, and walked to the other party's side with understanding, and said with a smile: "Layman, things in the world come and go, have their own destiny, and you can't force it."

This remark hit Zhang Yue's heart, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Abbot, for your guidance."

The abbot smiled and said: "It's okay, the poor monk advises you, scholars should not be too utilitarian, and the best policy is to be solid and practical. The poor monk sees that the layman's appearance will not be a thing in the pool in the future, and he will be a Jinshi within ten years. Why do you ask for something outside your body? "

Zhang Yue said with a smile: "I have accepted the auspicious words of the abbot."

After a pause, he asked more: "Abbot, in your opinion, how is a real scholar?"

The abbot thought for a while and said: "Scholar Sima can be called a scholar, but the worst thing about Bachelor Sima is that he is an official. As long as he is an official, he can't be called a real scholar."

"Why?"

The abbot said: "You think that being an official is a request, but how many real scholars really ask for help?"

"Scholars take the imperial examinations, saying that they rely on their own ability, but don't they have to call themselves disciples of the emperor, and scholars who have begged others are still worthy of being called scholars?"

Zhang Yue said: "What the abbot said is very true, this junior has been educated!"

While talking, a novice reported: "Report to the abbot, the county magistrate, the county magistrate, and the master book have all arrived at the mountain gate!"

Hearing this, the abbot cheered up and said, "You guys come out with me to welcome you!"