Confucianism in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 33 Nongyu's Monologue

The winter in Daliang comes later and warmer than usual.It was just snowflakes last night, and today is the first clear sky after the snow.

Even so, perhaps because of the snowfall last night, the small courtyard was covered with a thin layer of frost, and the whole courtyard was depressed and cold.

She had no parents since she was a child. In her memory, the first person who treated her well was Sanniang.In a snowy winter, Sanniang picked her up as a baby.

At that time, she was less than a month old and her body was weak. It was Sanniang who brought her home and raised her with her own milk.

Later, Sanniang remarried, and she moved to a new place with Sanniang.

Sanniang's husband didn't treat her well and often questioned her. She was afraid that he would drive her away from Sanniang.

Therefore, she has been very sensible since she was a child, and she is very diligent in doing things, and never let San Niang worry about it.

The days were passed in a little bit of peace, and she was used to this kind of life.

Until that day, that group of Qin soldiers suddenly broke into the village...

Sanniang died, and she saw Sanniang lying in a pool of blood with her own eyes.

At that time, she realized that there is another kind of death in this world called heart death, and she realized that she had already regarded Sanniang as her mother.

It was also on this day that he rescued her.

That night, he told the girl about himself to this cold hearted girl.

He told her that he, like her, had never seen his mother since he was a child and that his father had raised him.

He said that his father was a very learned man, who taught him how to read and write, and taught him how to be a man.

Later he met his adoptive father who taught him swordsmanship and he was very kind to him.

Later, he met Mr. Xinling, and he said that he and Mr. Xinling were friends.He met a lot of people and they were all nice.

Now that he has met her, he says she is also her friend.

His voice was very soft, like the soft wind blowing across his face in spring, very comfortable.

His eyes are very gentle, like a rippling lake surface, soothing the haze in her heart.

After that, she came to Daliang and lived in this house. The people here treated her very well.

He taught her poetry, books, rites and music, and piano and chess. He was about the same age as her, but he knew a lot of things. It seemed that nothing in this world could be difficult for him.

That day he taught her how to practice the piano in the bamboo garden. He said that poetry and music are originally one, whether it is music theory or poetry, they are all for the cultivation of one's character.

She doesn't quite understand what he said, but she likes the piano, and he likes playing the piano.

Later he taught her a new piece of music, she played with him, she played the piano, he played the flute, the sound of the flute and the song attracted all the birds to fly together.

On this day, she knew her life experience, and it turned out that she was from Yue.On that day, she had a master. Her master saw this scene and named her Nongyu...

Her mood gradually drifted away with those memories, and the scenery in front of her eyes became blurred, and this winter day became much warmer.

"My lord, why are you standing outside? The wind is biting outside, so be careful of catching a cold."

Suddenly there was a voice in the ear, and then a fur coat fell on him.

When she came back to her senses, she saw that her maid, Xiang Lan, had come to her side, wrapping her in the thick fur coat a little tighter.

"I'm fine, sister Xianglan, let's go to the bookstore right now."

Nongyu walked towards the Book Pavilion, and Xianglan followed her.

Book Pavilion is one of the quietest places in the whole mansion.It is a small five-story building facing south and surrounded by water.

There are pines and cypresses planted around the pavilion, and every winter, the pines and cypresses are even more emerald green, reflecting the surrounding white snow scene.

When she came to the bookstore, there was already someone inside. He was sitting in front of the desk, wearing a green shirt, black hair hanging down his shoulders, and picturesque eyes.

Every morning, he stayed in the Book Pavilion for two or three hours, and in the afternoon he practiced sword.This has been the case for a while, and Nongyu has already remembered his habits.

"Master." Nongyu called out.

"Yu'er, please sit down." He raised his eyes and smiled at her with a gentle tone.

"Thank you, Master." She sat down, behaved well, neither humble nor overbearing.

In Shuge, she likes to call him Master.

The reason here is that one day his master teased him: I see that you like arts and science so much, and your knowledge is profound, why don't you go to Jixia Academy and become a doctor.

You are also decent in teaching and reading, and it is also a good way to become a master of Sanghai Confucianism.

"Do you understand the geometry I taught you yesterday?" He looked at her.

"I probably understand." Nongyu replied.

"Then I'll test you, Tian Guang Erli, Cong Sanli, Tian Ji?" He asked.

"22 hectares and [-] mu." Nongyu thought for a while and replied.

Guangcong multiplies the number of miles to get the product.Multiply by 370 five times, that is, the number of acres.

He taught her the axioms of geometry and the inner product of circles.He also taught her to draw pictures and find the integral derivation of the area of ​​a circle.

"Good." He nodded appreciatively.

"Do you remember the words I taught you yesterday?" he asked.

"Remember." Nongyu replied.

"Why think?"

"From the heart's heartbeat, everything that thinks belongs to thinking. Obedience means respect, speech means obedience, seeing means brightness, listening means understanding, and thinking about the heart means capacity. These are the five virtues." Nong Yu replied sternly.

"Tell me again what is Shisao." He continued to ask.

"Lu has Daye, Jin has Dalu, Qin has Yang, Song has Mengzhu, Chu has Yunmeng, Wuyue has Yu, Qi has Haiyu, Yan has Zhaoyuqi, Zheng has Potian, Zhou has Jiaoyan." Nongyu thought about what he taught her, and replied without thinking.

"You're right." He nodded slightly.

Afterwards, the girl answered all his questions fluently.

"The Master said: "The Poetry" teaches; it is also gentle and honest but not stupid, and it is deeper than the "Poetry". It snowed last night, and today I will take you to enjoy the snow and sing about it with poems." He got up and faced Walk outside and lead her out of the bookstore.

It was still cold outside, but she didn't notice it at all.

There is always an elegant and orchid smell about him.

They walked slowly along the stone path, and the green cypress trees stood upright in the snow, with crystal clear dewdrops hanging between the branches and leaves.

The plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the pure white petals dance lightly on the branches.A gust of wind blew, and a petal fell on Nongyu's skirt. Nongyu bent down to pick it up, and sniffed it lightly.

The clear plum fragrance is mixed with the fragrance of snowflakes, which is refreshing.

He stopped, turned to look at her, and said to her who was sniffing the plum snow, "Teach six poems: Yue Feng, Yue Fu, Yue Bi, Yue Xing, Yue Ya, and Yue Song. I will write a poem, and you will come again." do.

Nongyu nodded and put down the white plum in her hand.

He opened his mouth slowly and recited:

Samuume is noble and pure, not flattering the times.

The solitary mark is far away, and the strength is the same.

Frost and snow at the end of the year, awe-inspiring and lonely wind.

Conceived by a gentleman, ice jade is home.

The virtue of a gentleman can last forever.

Compared with the four-character ancient style popular in this period, he is better at Ci.But she hasn't learned deeply yet, and she may talk about it later when the meter is taught to her.

Nongyu listened quietly.The breeze blew a few strands of hair from her temples, revealing a slender jade neck.

In the clear water of the pool, a small fish shuttled through it, its tail swaying gently, unaffected by the cold snow outside.

There was a slight smile on her lips, and she immediately chanted:

I have a fish that lives in the water.

Swim endlessly, in the void of the other pool.

The snowflakes are scattered, and the wind is rippling.

The scales and armor are fresh, how is the spirit.

A gentleman loves things, so why should he be greedy?

"For those who give, speak frankly; for those who compare, for those who compare with things; for those who promote, for things to be based on things. Your writing is very good." He boasted.

He looked towards the pool, and saw the little fish swimming leisurely in the pool. It was not interested in their poems.

He looked at the fish, thoughtfully, and said to her, "Zhuangzi and Huizi are swimming on the Haoliang. Zhuangzi said: "The minnow swims leisurely, which is the joy of fish. Huizi said: "You are not a fish, how do you know the joy of fish?" "

"Today you and I visit the garden to enjoy the snow, and compose poems for each other. The joy during this time is beyond the knowledge of fish."

Precocious, he has never had friends of the same age, and now he and Nongyu are both teachers and friends.

When it comes to reading, you also need to have one or two confidantes as companions, and you can only benefit from discussions with everyone.

(End of this chapter)