Peerless Pirates
Chapter 347
Chapter 347 A bad road
According to legend, Liu Yuxi's shabby house was just a small house that could accommodate a table, a chair, and a bed. Song Zheng thought that the so-called former residence of Liu Yuxi was just a fence around and repairs to explain, and he did not have much extravagant expectations at first (
The latest chapter of The Strongest Fighting Immortal). However, the sight in front of him surprised Song Zheng.
When Song Zheng followed the instructions of passers-by and came to the old site of the humble house, he came across a square garden covering an area of about two acres. At the entrance of the garden, he also ordered a wooden sign, "The place where Liu Meng died after his death". Song Zheng
Even if you are a scholar, you may not laugh dumbly.
How many of you know that "Mengde" is Liu Yuxi's name? Generally speaking, Liu Yuxi is called "Liu Guest" because he himself was a guest of the prince, and few people call him Liu Mengde. But here in the title
These three words are obviously showing off.
When Song Zheng was observing outside the garden, more than a dozen scholars in brocade clothes came to the door together. The two leaders were good-looking, the one on the left was about twenty years old, good-looking, with red lips, white teeth, round eyes, and light clothes.
The man on the right looks elegant and suave. The one on the right has sword-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes, slightly stout, and his head is slightly raised, with a bit of arrogance.
The remaining ones were also well-dressed, but these two were vaguely the leaders.
"Brother Meng, this time we came to Liyang City together to see Liu's guest's "humble room". We should write poems about it!" the pink-faced scholar said with a smile.
"That's natural. Our Wuyi Poetry Club is famous in Jiangning City, and it's not for nothing. After we finish the tour later, we will use this humble room as the theme and each of us will write a few poems." The scholar with sword eyebrows waved his hand and pointed out the country.
taste.
A scholar with higher cheekbones came up from behind, crouched slightly, and said with a smile, "After this incident, our Wuyi Poetry Society can publish a collection of poems, namely "Ode to the Humble Room". Brother Meng and Brother Xu, what do you think?
"
The pink-faced scholar nodded slightly, while the sword-browed scholar patted the shoulder of the high-cheekbone scholar, "Dou Yiwei, as expected, you have a boy. This is exactly what I want. Come on, go in and take a look!"
The sword-browed scholar waved his hand, and the brocade-clad scholars swarmed in. When Song Zheng saw this posture, he stepped aside and shook his head with a wry smile.
"Hey, kid, why are you shaking your head?"
Song Zheng looked up and saw the tall cheekbones scholar named Dou Yiwei, raising his eyebrows and looking askance at him. Although Song Zheng didn't want to deal with this kind of thing, he didn't want to cause trouble either, so he waved his hand.
, even said "nothing" and took a few steps back, showing that he did not want to cause trouble.
"Let's go, don't care what this kind of person does!" The sword-browed scholar said displeasedly, and walked inside.
Dou Yiwei smiled quickly, turned his head and glared at Song Zheng fiercely, and then followed up.
Song Zheng burst into laughter. If he hadn't been wearing ancient clothes, Song Zheng would have thought that Dou Yiwei was a Japanese traitor from later generations. He nodded and bowed, looking like a slave. The world is so big, there are all kinds of people (Eavesdropping's latest chapter)
). This Dou Yiwei acted like a pug in front of the sword-browed scholar surnamed Meng, but turned around and treated him badly. It was really unreasonable.
Song Zheng didn't want to cause any trouble, so he didn't take it to heart. After all the scholars in gilded clothes entered the garden, Song Zheng walked inside.
The scene inside is quite funny. There is a large garden with empty surroundings and several small trees planted. In the middle of the garden, there is a lonely house. There is only one big room, only one foot high and long.
It is about ten feet long and nine feet wide, like a small temple.
However, one thing is right. The "small temple" can only accommodate one table, one chair, and one bed, just as recorded in historical records.
Even so, the whole garden looks like a cemetery, and it doesn't feel like a "humble room" at all!
Song Zheng walked around the garden and came to the front and back of the "small temple". He looked around, and the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to laugh. There were some poems written inside and outside this house. Some of them were written by Liu Yuxi in Hezhou.
They were made at that time, and some of them were echoed by celebrities of later generations.
From these poems, Song Zheng knew that the reason why the place looked like this was all thanks to the previous county magistrate of Liyang, who not only demolished all the original neighbors’ houses, but also planted some pines and cypresses, turning the humble houses into
It became a cemetery.
While Song Zheng was laughing, the group of scholars were in a mood for poetry.
The sword-browed scholar chanted loudly, "In the winter, the shabby room is shy of spring beauty, the cold wind is bleak and there is no words to express my joy. My heart is filled with curling jade. I only envy good names but not immortality."
"Okay! Brother Meng, this poem is a masterpiece!" All the scholars praised loudly.
Not to be outdone, the pink-faced scholar immediately smiled and said, "I also have a good sentence, listen to it: The wind is rustling and the river is cold. Now that I see the humble house, I think more about the past. Zhuge Lu accompanied Zi Yunting to talk about the wise people and their thoughts together!"
All the scholars cheered again. They wished they could describe these two poems as rare in the sky and unparalleled on the earth. They were noisy and embarrassing for a while (Martial Arts: Kung Fu Superstar).
Song Zheng shook his head helplessly. He was really disappointed today. The former county magistrate of Liyang made the shabby house look like this. It looked more like a tourist attraction than the tourist attractions of later generations. There was no charm of the shabby house. What was even more helpless was that there was such a
A group of scholars who really don't know the heights of heaven and earth are here, which greatly offends elegance.
Just when Song Zheng was about to leave, a powerful voice rang out, "A bunch of kids, sitting in a well, knowing only a few words, are showing off here. They are really shameless!"
Song Zheng took a closer look and saw that he was an old man in his fifties, dressed in green clothes, very clean and tidy. Next to the old man, there was a man about forty years old, who looked like a housekeeper.
"Old man, who do you think you are!" Dou Yiwei opened his mouth and shouted angrily, "Our Wuyi Poetry Club is here to discuss poetry, what do you know?"
The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "What bullshit poetry club? You are from Jiangning Academy of Arts? I'm ashamed of you! You're just at such a low level, and you still come out to show off, and you're not afraid of being laughed at!"
"What? Do you have a better poem?" Fan Mian Shu's face turned red with anger. He had just composed a poem and it was praised to the heavens. It was when he was proud that the old man came and poured a basin of cold water on his head. What?
Don’t be annoyed!
The old man ignored him. Instead, he stared at the sword-browed scholar and said, "Meng Fanfei, don't you know how many things you have in your belly? You are just toiling in Jiangning, why are you here?"
To Song Zheng's surprise, the sword-browed scholar frowned, but did not say anything. Instead, he lowered his head slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Master Wei, why is it you?"
"Can't I come?" The old man curled his lips, "If I didn't come, how would I know about your feats!"
"We are just here to have a look. All my friends believe that coming here to pay homage can cultivate our sentiments and help us do a better job in our studies!"
"Hang the sheep's head and sell dog meat (read the full text of Infinite Bloody Evolution)." The old man said, "Since you are here to pay homage, let me ask you, why did guest Liu write the "Inscription on the Humble Room"?"
All the scholars laughed disdainfully. Who doesn't know this? After Liu Yuxi came to Hezhou, the conditions were difficult, so he wrote the "Inscription on the Humble Room" here to express an optimistic and uplifting fighting spirit despite adversity. It was also a kind of self-cleansing.
A life attitude that does not want to go along with the world and does not pursue pleasure.
Meng Fanfei also grinned, and said more artistically, "The Analects of Confucius says, Confucius said: 'The virtuous man will return home! With a basket of food and a ladle of drink, in a back alley, people can't bear their worries, but they will not change their joy when they return.
!' I think Liu Bin's "Inscription on a Humble Room" is probably the same as Yan Hui's!"
"Fart! Fallacy!" the old man reprimanded, but he raised his eyes and looked at Song Zheng, "Little guy, tell me too!"
Song Zheng was watching the fun, but he never expected that trouble would find him. He looked at the old man in confusion, but the old man pointed at him, "Little brother, I saw that you were shaking your head just now. You obviously have different opinions. Tell me, what's the matter?"
What’s going on!”
Song Zheng raised his hand and said, "When an elder asks a question, how dare I not answer it? As far as I know, Liu Binbin wrote the "Inscription on the Humble Room" all because of his angry words. I think that at the beginning, Liu Yuxi came to the country because of the failure of Yongzhen's reform.
In Hezhou, the local county magistrate added insult to injury and followed the trend, and first gave the government to the south of the city.
Three houses with three buildings were moved to the north of the city, and only one and a half rooms were given. Finally, he found a very small house in this city. Liu Yuxi's article should be regarded as an indignant work against the county magistrate.
When people read poetry and essays, they often neglect to read history, which leads to many fallacies, which is really regrettable!"
"What a saying, 'Sincerity is a pity'!" The old man clasped his hands and smiled, "I didn't expect that although my little brother is dressed in simple clothes, he has such insight! To read poetry, you must read history and use history to interpret poetry, so that the original meaning can be revealed.
." The old man said a few words and then sighed, "Oh, the same goes for reading scriptures!"
The scholar named Dou Yiwei was about to reprimand Song Zheng, but when he saw the old man sighing like this, he held back his words. He was not a fool. Boss Meng, who was usually awesome and coaxing, was also shorter in front of the old man.
As "Master Wei", Dou Yiwei did not dare to be presumptuous.
The old man ignored the scholars and walked towards Song Zheng instead, "Little brother, come on, let's talk. This place has been ruined like this, and there's nothing good to see anymore (Latest Chapter of Begging for Life)."
Although Song Zheng was very curious about the old man, he really didn't have time to talk nonsense. He immediately bowed again and said, "Old sir, I'm really sorry. I should be happy to agree to your appointment, but I have to rush to Jiangning. I was about to
Go to the river to look for boats. Look..."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, "That's just right! I'm about to go back too. Haha, little brother, you don't have to look for a boat anymore. Follow me and I'll take you to Jiangning. I've been lucky enough along the way.
Someone who talks!"
"This..." Song Zheng couldn't figure out the old man's details, so naturally he didn't dare to agree casually.
"What? You look down on me, an old man?"
"You don't dare!"
"Then why bother? Let's go! I won't charge you the boat fee!" The old man laughed heartlessly, turned around and walked out.
The butler advised in a low voice, "Little brother, don't worry, our master is also a very famous figure in Jiangning. It's rare that he thinks highly of you. Maybe if you have something that you can't solve, I can still help you!"
"
Song Zheng nodded and smiled to himself. This was considered a blessing after all the hardships. He was like a savage, sleeping in the open air for more than ten days, and now the auspicious stars were shining again. Immediately, Song Zheng followed the old man.
Behind them, the group of scholars were talking about each other, and the pink-faced scholar asked in confusion, "Brother Meng, who is this old man? Why are you so respectful to him?"
Meng Fanfei pursed his lips and said, "Xu Laoqi, I am two years older than you, and I arrived at Jiangning Academy two years earlier than you. At that time, this old man was the chief teacher of Jiangning Academy!"
"The chief professor of Jiangning Academy of Arts, whose surname is Wei?" The pink-faced scholar pondered for a moment, then said in shock, "You said he is Mr. Wei Buzhou Wei?"
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