Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 551 Cold Moon (Part )

Pei Ye returned to Tianliyuan at dusk. Fang Jidao had already left. Pei Ye pushed the door and found it was closed.

The sparse stars hung in the gray and cold sky, small and far away. In the courtyard, only the second floor of the library reflected the dim candlelight. Pei Ye walked in. The backyard had obviously been cleaned today. He went up to the second floor with a book, and the wooden boards made an old sound under his footsteps.

This was the first time he stepped on this staircase. In the past, life in this small courtyard was always as regular as a scale. Every time he watched Zhu Wen say goodbye and leave after cleaning the courtyard, the sun had just set in the west city. Zhu Wen would wash the teapot, take the book and go up to the second floor alone. When Pei Ye walked to the gate and looked back, the dim candlelight was reflected on the window of the second floor of the library.

At this time, Pei Ye stood in front of the door and knocked gently: "Mr. Zhu, the student is here."

"Come in."

Pei Ye pushed open the wooden door and found the small room in front of him was even more cramped than he had imagined.

There was already not much space on the four walls, and with the bookcases surrounding them and a narrow couch at the east end, plus the desk in the middle where Zhu Wen sat and wrote, there was really not much space left to move around.

Pei Yejing stood at the door. The philosopher looked up and nodded to him, indicating that he should turn his head to the side: "Please sit down and wait for a moment."

There was indeed no table for the young man here, so Pei Ye sat down quietly beside the wooden table.

The simple and desolate environment made Pei Ye silent, but he also felt that he was very compatible with this philosopher. He often felt that this philosopher was like the lonely and cold pine tree outside the courtyard, or large grains of coarse salt.

He wore the simplest clothes and had the most upright posture. His life tasted just like that simple bitter tea.

Zhu Wen was still carefully annotating the notebook in his hand. Pei Ye was familiar with its slightly worn appearance, as it was the same one that this philosopher had in his hand when they first met.

Pei Ye stared at the desk in a daze for a while, his eyes unconsciously moved to Zhu Wen's jumping pen tip. Zhezi's handwriting was just like him, his small regular script was solid and neat... Pei Ye stared at it for a while, and was suddenly slightly startled.

It was the first time that he paid attention to the contents of this book. It was neither a classic nor a history book, but actually a medical book.

Pei Ye was slightly startled. Zhu Wen finished annotating this section and closed the booklet. "The room is narrow. If you are not afraid of the cold, let's move the case to the stage outside."

It turned out that there was a windward platform outside the wall that was larger than the indoor space. Pei Ye was naturally not afraid of the cold, but he could not help but look at the gentleman's not very thick military uniform.

"I just put on a cloak."

Zhu Wen stood up and carefully turned off the candle, motioning him to lift up the end of the long table, and the two of them carried the wooden table out.

"..."

Pei Ye actually wanted to say that he was enough, but then he remembered that he had been studying with this philosopher for more than half a month, but he had never received any assignment. He just came to study every day and then left. The yard was always clean, the desk was always clean and tidy, and the books to be read every day were always placed in the school in advance.

Zhu Wen came out wrapped in a somewhat old but indeed thick cotton cloak. Originally there was a desk on the stage, leaning against the study, facing the backyard and the starry sky. Now with the addition of this new desk, it looked like a school.

Zhu Wen sat behind the wooden desk and Pei Ye sat opposite him at a new desk. When Zhu Wen sat upright, the atmosphere was the same as that in the school - quiet, solemn and meticulous.

Zhu Wen called Pei Ye to bow, and then returned him a half bow. The teacher and student each sat at their desks and opened their books. Time passed little by little in the candlelight.

Two hours passed like this, the night gradually deepened, and Zhu Wen called him to his side as usual to answer his questions. Pei Ye came over and knelt beside him, handing the book to him on the table.

At this moment, he shifted his gaze and noticed the rough pottery jar placed on the corner of the table. It was not made with very good craftsmanship and was a bit crooked, but it contained a few handfuls of dried flowers picked from the mountains, clustered together, and looked a little fragile and dull after drying.

Zhu Wen held it in his hands and moved it to the other corner of the table, then turned his gaze to the boy: "How much did you read today?" "I reviewed five chapters and read two chapters."

Zhu Wen nodded, took the book and explained the contents to him again in detail. At the end, he said: "I can't finish explaining this book to you, but I have tried my best to teach you how to interpret the scriptures. You can study it in your spare time in the future. Don't abandon the book when you leave the school."

"...Yes." Pei Ye responded, but this time he did not leave. His eyes fell on the medical book on the table and he said in amazement, "Mr. Zhu, you study the principles of nature, do you also read medical books so carefully?"

"Astronomy, geography, and all human affairs all have their own principles. Those who can know should know everything." The night was very quiet. The two were close to each other, so Zhu Wen's voice was not loud. "If you don't read a book, you will lack the principle of the book; if you don't understand a thing, you will lack the principle of that thing; if you don't understand a thing, you will lack the principle of that thing... It's just that life is limited, but knowledge is limitless, just like a bird chasing the sky."

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment, nodded, and looked away: "No wonder Mr. Zhu can also make dried flowers."

Zhu Wen paused and said, "My wife taught me."

"……Well."

"But is there anything else in doubt?"

Pei Ye was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Mr. Zhu, do you think... can the Two Heavens Theory be confirmed?"

At this moment, he remembered what Wen Zai Zi said in prison, and thought that the Two Heavens Theory was still unresolved and public opinion in the capital was turbulent. It was useless even to draw the sword, which made the young man a little worried.

"Why do you support the Two Heavens Theory?" Zhu Wen looked at him with a silent face.

The young man was stunned: "...If the Ertian Theory is true, then so many people who study can straighten their backs, can pass the imperial examinations, can...can get the official career they want."

"So will the situation become better after scholars seek official careers?"

"……what?"

"You seldom read history books. Throughout the dynasties, the country was in turmoil during the struggles between scholars and factions. The number of people who died as a result was not less than that caused by the aristocratic families."

Pei Ye was stunned.

"If you want to judge right from wrong, read more history, and you will make fewer mistakes," Zhu said. "Of course, history can also be seen in rituals, and sometimes it can be seen more truly and deeply, because historical facts can be smeared, but rituals are difficult to modify after all."

This is a detailed teaching. This philosopher always speaks the most when he is solving a problem. At other times he is usually silent and speaks little.

“But even if you read through the entire ancient times, no one can always know what is right.” Zhu Wen looked up at the night sky. “Dynasties are ancient and modern, and the world is ruthless. Perhaps the only thing that never changes is the moon in the sky.”

Pei Ye was somewhat touched, yet somewhat bewildered. In short, there was a moment of silence on the Linfeng Terrace.

"Okay, it's getting late, you can go now." Zhu Wen said solemnly.

The young man was quiet for a while, then lowered his head and took out a dirty and wrinkled note from his sleeve, and whispered, "Mr. Zhu, I don't quite understand what you mean, but I think Brother Wen may have something he wants to say to you, so I went to see him in prison today, and he asked me to pass this on to you, saying that it is his lifelong ambition."

Zhu Wen was stunned.

(End of this chapter)