I don't want to be a saint

Chapter 24 This Courtship Poem Again

Guo Yi sat in the teahouse all day, drank tea and listened to gossip all day.I know some of the latest inquiries in Jiangling City, but I don't know anything about the situation of traveling merchants.

It was not until the sun was setting that I left the teahouse and went straight to my uncle Yang Ligong's grocery store.

The grocery store is a house with two entrances, the front is the shop facing the street, and the house in the backyard is used for living.

Zhu Zhu, who went to visit the temple fair, has already returned, and is sitting in the main hall with a big sword, grabbing all kinds of snacks with both hands, and stuffing them into his mouth non-stop.

And Yang Huifan, who went to the poetry meeting today, also came back at this time.

Two years older than him, he is 1.8 meters tall and has a strong body.He is also wearing a blue pair of breasted sleeves and a black soft toe cap.

Standard literati attire.

When he saw him enter the door, his face was immediately covered with a smile, he stood up, and took two steps towards him: "Erlang, you are here! I was thinking the day before yesterday that I would go back to the village to ask you for advice." !"

"Brother." Guo Yi hurried forward to salute.

"When you first came back from the capital, your father advised you and my sister-in-law to stay in the city. It's not that there is no place to live at home, you can still go to the academy to study with me as a companion.

But you and my sister-in-law refused to listen and insisted on going back to the village.Well now, you can't even read a book.You must know that learning is like sailing against the current, if you do not advance, you will retreat. "

Listening to his long speech, Guo Yi couldn't help but feel a little confused, knowing that he was doing it for his own good, but who knows whose situation it is.

When they came from the capital, they were a big family, not only their mother and son.

And uncle's courtyard cannot be lived in at all.It is not difficult to accommodate their mother and son, but there are also Sanniang, younger brother, younger sister, and Zhuzi's family, there are indeed too many people to accommodate them all.

In this case, they have to live separately.But they are newcomers, they are not familiar with the place of life, it is not easy to adapt, and they cannot be separated.

Guo Yi smiled wryly. Seeing that he was still talking, he quickly changed the subject and said, "I heard from my uncle, did you go to the poetry meeting today?"

This topic really hit Yang Huifan's weakness. His face, which was still a little frowning, immediately beamed with joy, and he said vividly: "You haven't seen it! Chen Gangshi's Fu on Winter Snow, but you can't see it!" It's really overwhelming! Even the two great scholars present were full of praise.

There is also Wang Chunyin by Lu Zixi, a talented woman from Lu, expressing the winter snow and looking forward to the next spring.The rhetoric is gorgeous, and the antithesis is neat.Really amazing!

If it wasn't for Miss Lu's engagement, I would have wanted to pursue her well.As the saying goes, Guan Guan Jujiu is on the continent of the river.My fair lady, a gentleman is so good! "

When he read the following line of the Book of Songs, he deliberately slowed down his speech, shaking his head, full of rhythm.

Again the tone, the tune, the facial expressions.

It's this courtship poem again.

Guo Yi tapped his toes in embarrassment.

This spring hasn't arrived yet, one by one is starting to spring?
Moreover, when I heard Chen Gangshi and Lu Zixi again, I couldn't help being a little surprised.

From this point of view, these two are indeed very famous.

And Yang Huifan sighed, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve, and said loudly: "Tomorrow, there will be a literary meeting at the 'Farewell Pavilion' on the bank of the North River, which will be hosted by 'Mr. Wangshan'. I heard that a generation of great scholars" Mr. Qingzhi will also go to answer questions for many students.

Moreover, Chen Gangshi and Miss Lu will also participate.Wow, looking forward to it just thinking about it! "

There was no wave in Guo Yi's heart, nor any sense of expectation.

It's nothing more than some guys who can only talk and talk, get together to talk and flatter each other.

Waste of time for nothing.

Yang Huifan, on the other hand, was overjoyed and couldn't help himself. He didn't see his calm expression at all, and continued to say to himself: "Erlang, I will take you to the literary meeting tomorrow!"

"No time!" Guo Yi refused without hesitation, then shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I didn't come to the city to play."

"How can it be called a game?" Yang Huifan frowned slightly, and said solemnly: "Tomorrow's literary meeting will be a serious one! There will be two well-known Confucian scholars presiding over it, answering students' questions. This kind of good opportunity is hard to come by.

Moreover, the seats are limited, and not everyone who wants to participate can participate.Even I got a seat by virtue of my teacher's name. "

Guo Yi pondered for a moment.

When Yang Huifan saw this, he immediately became impatient: "Erlang, you are a scholar! After staying in the village for so many days, I have already fallen behind in my homework. Learning is like sailing against the current, if you do not advance, you will retreat.

A few days ago, my father also said that when spring starts next year, he will let you come to the city to study, to study at Jiangling Academy.As for the entrance examination, it was administered by Old Master Yan.With your knowledge, you will definitely pass! "

Guo Yi was very moved. The uncle's family is very good, and they are thinking of themselves inside and out.

"Then it's a deal!" Yang Huifan was afraid that he would go back on his word, so he hurriedly made a final decision.

"Well, good!" At this point, Guo Yi could only nod in agreement, not wanting to take away his kindness.

"Great! Let's go to sleep at night, I want to discuss knowledge with you!"

"Dalang, Erlang, dinner is ready!" Aunt's voice came suddenly.

"Let's go to eat." Yang Huifan happily pulled his sleeves.

The dinner was very rich, with braised kidneys, stewed mutton, roasted duck, crispy tendon, rabbit with spring onions, and a big pot of fish soup.

"Come on, Erlang, try this mutton. It was slaughtered by Zhang Tuzi today. It's very fresh." Yang Ligong couldn't help but pick up a big piece for him.

My aunt was not far behind, she tore off a duck leg and put it in his bowl: "This duck is very fat and tender, try it. I'm hungry and skinny these days in the village."

"There is also this fish soup, which is also fresh live fish." While talking, he filled a big bowl full for him.

"Enough, enough! I can't eat that much." Guo Yi gave way, but he was still full.

I couldn't sleep at night, but fortunately Yang Huifan took him to discuss knowledge together.

Now he has just picked up "The Analects" under the coercion of the dog system.

But the original owner is an out-and-out good student. He used to be a student of Wenshan Academy.

Later, he was implicated in his father's case and was expelled from the academy.

Yang Huifan pulled him to discuss knowledge, and also talked about the literary meeting to be held tomorrow, about "Mr. Wangshan", and about the young talented leader Chen Gangshi.

In fact, when Guo Yi was in the capital, he also participated in many literary conferences.

Most of them are some boasters, plus some people who are trying to catch their reputation, bragging and showing off each other, exalting the high and trampling the low.

They will also use the excuse of exploring culture to praise and criticize the current political situation.

However, they don't know that there is a saying called: Empty talk harms the country, but hard work rejuvenates the country.

I don't even know that there is a truth called: what is done on paper is always superficial, and you never know that you have to do it yourself.

Including the former Guo Yi, also did not know.After all, he hasn't even been out of Tokyo City for more than ten years.

The source of all knowledge is nothing more than books and teachers; the source of all news is nothing more than hearsay and echoing what others say.

(End of this chapter)