The Happy Life of Small Officials in Northern Song Dynasty

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The round-faced girl in red who was helping to polish the ink happily came to report the letter. Su Jin was not surprised, but affected by her emotions, she also smiled and said: "Thank you for your work in grinding the ink. If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't be able to write a good one." word comes."

The round-faced girl couldn't help being overjoyed, this small official of the Su family can really talk, and he obviously has nothing to do with her, but she gives her some credit for it, although she knows that he is being humble, she is happy in her heart.

"The result of the competition is clear. Among the five poems, "Magpie Bridge Immortal" won the first prize. The author of this poem is Mr. Su, so Mr. Su wins..." Li Chong was so excited that his tone even rose a few tunes.

The face of the group of four was ashamed, Su Jin's words were far superior to theirs, and the few of us put together and racked our brains to get this masterpiece, which is the most proud work in our life, but he just waved it with his hands, and it was not at all. No need to think about it, just pick up the pen and finish it in one stroke, but the artistic conception of the words is beyond the reach of the few of us.

This competition was indeed lost. The tall and thin young man stared at Su Jin's words in a daze for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he shouted: "It's off topic... off topic..."

Everyone hurriedly turned their heads to look at it. The tall and thin young man's face was flushed with excitement, and he said hastily: "President Li's title is 'Farewell' as the title of the lyrics. And this lyrics is obviously about getting together. We won, we won."

Everyone stared at him dumbfounded and raised his hands to celebrate, the pity and contempt in their eyes made no secret.

Li Chong frowned and said: "Young Master Liu, what you read is 'When the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will win, and there are countless people in the world.' Is this true?"

"Yeah, isn't this about meeting each other? It just happens to be a thousand miles away from the question you asked, and I'm about to run to the Temple of the City God from here, hahaha."

Li Chong sighed and said, "Young Master Liu, Young Master Liu, it's no wonder that since you joined the "Luo Hua" club, your lyrics have always been undervalued by others. It's not that you don't want to write well, but that you really don't have the ability. This method is just right. It is a breakthrough in the artistic conception of this word. Seeing the fall of a leaf, you can know the arrival of autumn, and seeing the drizzle and chanting spring water is what resonates with people. Let me ask, the difficulty of meeting and the joy of meeting are expressed in this word. how?"

Mr. Liu said: "It has reached the extreme."

"Then can't you feel the pain of parting from the extreme joy of meeting? The more joyful the meeting, the more piercing the lovesickness. The meaning of this word is the Cowherd and Weaver Girl Magpie Bridge Meeting, We meet once a year, so the feeling of farewell after meeting, does it still need to be expressed in words?"

Su Jin nodded secretly, Li Chong has real talents and real learning, the quality of a real literati, sentimental, rich in emotion, good at associating and summarizing, this poem has a unique meaning in his mouth after a little tasting.

Su Jin's later generations are also talented Chinese majors. The most common and pertinent evaluations given to him at the time of this poem are the affirmation of the epoch-making love concept in the last two sentences, and the denial of the vulgar life of joy in the morning and evening. , which extols the everlasting loyal love, which was commendable in the era Qin Guan lived in, and this is the essence of this poem.

Li Chong seldom hurts people positively, but this time he attacked that Mr. Liu mercilessly. This is tantamount to saying that Mr. Liu is not talented enough, let alone writing, he can't even read.

Everyone looked at Mr. Liu pitifully. With such a shame, it is estimated that the "Luohua" Poetry Club will not see him at the next gathering. A few people almost echoed Mr. Liu's words just now, and they were secretly happy: "It's okay." There is no impulsiveness, it is better to hide your clumsiness than to show your ugliness. The ancients were sincere and did not deceive themselves.

The crowd naturally gathered around Su Jin, and Su Jin enjoyed the admiration of the crowd as if chasing a star, and felt at ease.

"Mr. Su's talent is so high that he is really a world-class talent."

"This poem will soon be spread throughout the Song Dynasty, and Mr. Su's name will soon become famous all over the world. We are very lucky to become Mr. Su's friends!"

"To be able to read Su Gongzi's masterpiece, I am truly lucky."

The sons and daughters were full of praise, and Su Jin praised it to the sky.

What's more, several nympho girls started asking nonsense.

"What books does Mr. Su like to read on weekdays? What music do you listen to?"

"What's your favorite color, Mr. Su?"

"Mr. Su, who is the person who has influenced you the most?"

"Mr. Su, what's your favorite dish? My family is not talented, and the boiled fish head is barely enough..."

"Master Su..."

Su Jin was stunned. It turned out that ancient people could also chase stars and gossip. After coping with this, he was more tired than doing farm work for three days. He began to sweat all over, so he had to look at Li Chong as if asking for help.

Li Chong also felt that this group of people did not make sense, and completely lost their restraint and self. He couldn't help but lamented that he didn't know people well, so why did he blindly drag so many people into the poetry club.

"What are you doing? You don't look like a scholar when you chatter. Since Mr. Su is already a member of my "Luohua" club, there will be many opportunities to meet in the future. With such a noise, will he dare to come in the future?" Li Chongyi said solemnly. After some scolding, everyone stopped talking.

Everyone was ashamed of their appearance and demeanor, and they hurriedly adjusted their clothes and restrained themselves, when they suddenly heard Li Chong softly said: "Young Master Su, please sign your name..."

Everyone almost lost their temper.

After finally calming down, Su Jin wanted to find those four people to do a day of free hard work tomorrow, but he couldn't find them. After asking again, he found out that they had already taken advantage of the chaos. The boat on the lake carried four failed Those who fled in despair.

Next, Su Jin was so beautiful that he had a group of followers wherever he went. Su Jin was also forced to express some opinions on poetry. Of course, these theories were brought by later generations. The views were novel and unique, and everyone was dumbfounded. But after careful taste, I think it is quite reasonable.

For example, Su Jin euphemistically pointed out that the contemporary literary style is more than graceful but not bold enough. This is just a portrayal of the comfortable life of contemporary literati. In the morbid mood, it makes people feel frustrated.

Of course, Su Jin can't say it too directly, but he likes this tone very much in his heart when he says this.

The more people listened, the more they felt that Su Jin was not a businessman at all, and they couldn't identify him with the image of him holding the inkstone to take pictures just now as the same person. The more they were like this, the more interested they were in Su Jin.

Unknowingly, around noon, three small boats brought dozens of plates of wine and food to the island, and they sat around and ate in the gazebo.

While eating, Su Jin thought: I can't delay the business. After they wipe their mouths, I will make an advertisement. Otherwise, if these people run away, where will I go to catch them.

Lunch was over, and after a short rest, Su Jin took out more than ten paintings of Rouniang Huanniang sisters from the cloth bag like a seller of dog skin plasters, flattened them one by one on the colored ropes, and everyone gathered around lazily Look, that painting is exactly a dozen kinds of renderings of Su Ji's latest high-end clothing.

Li Chong rolled his eyes, Su Jin still couldn't forget the purpose of coming, and started to turn his poetry club into a shop. Since he agreed first, it was inconvenient to stop him, so he had to stand around and watch together.

Su Jin coughed and began to sell clothes: "Friends, you must have known what I, Su Ji, did in Luzhou City recently. Maybe you didn't come to the scene in person. Today is just the time for the meeting, so Su wants to discuss it with you. A question about what to wear."

Everyone was puzzled, and someone said: "Mr. Su, today is a gathering of social friends to play poetry and discuss poetry. Why are you talking about such mundane things as dressing and serving?"

Some people turned their heads to see Li Chong's reaction. Li Chong is a master who doesn't rub the sand in his eyes, and he certainly won't tolerate Su Jin's mess here.

But Li Chong just watched with a smile on his face, his hands behind his back, which meant he didn't care about it, which surprised everyone.

Su Jin chuckled and said, "I don't agree with what this dear friend said just now. All of you here are top-notch figures in Luzhou City. Brother Li can bring you together to meet every other month. What a grand event this is." , How can such an elite gathering only discuss poetry and not other things, according to what I said below, this occasion should be an occasion where poetry and songs, scenery and moonlight, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, basic necessities of life can be discussed.”

When everyone heard that he stuffed food, clothing, housing and transportation into the poetry and scenery, it seemed nondescript, and someone immediately refuted it, saying that such trivial matters as clothing, food, housing and transportation were not in line with the atmosphere.

Su Jin smiled and said: "Everyone is wrong again. Clothing, food, housing, and transportation are elegant matters. If you just think that talking about poetry is an elegant thing, you will be one-sided. Why? Let me explain to you slowly."

Everyone listened to his plausible words, and their interest greatly increased. They waited and watched to see how he said that eating, dressing, walking and sleeping were elegant things.