The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

Different from the bustle of the Master's house, Chen Heng's holiday had no special arrangements. After breakfast, he followed Chen Qing and Chen Xian to the chicken coop to feed the chickens.

The cowshed also needs to be cleaned, but the smell is really unpleasant, and my cousin Chen Xian has always disliked it. Anyway, it was just simple cleaning, so Chen Heng took over all the work. On weekdays, he has to concentrate on studying, so why not take advantage of his rest today to help the family more.

After finishing his housework, he returned to his room and prepared to complete the homework assigned by Wang Xianming yesterday. Because of his rapid progress in reading, Wang Xianming allowed him to start writing some articles.

There are no restrictions on the format and content. Wang Xianming just let him write as he pleased, purely to let him try it out and slowly get used to it and accumulate the feeling of writing articles.

It sounds like a student's diary from a previous life, and the format is similar. But the content requires you to choose a question from four books, and the difficulty is not the same as the former.

For example, the scope delineated by Wang Xianming this time is the first sentence of The Great Learning: The way of a great university is to be clear and virtuous, to be close to the people, and to strive for perfection. The content of the article is naturally an explanation of this sentence. It would be better if some allusions could be quoted.

After all, it was the first time in his life to write an article. Chen Heng didn't expect his writing to be very good. He just wanted to be serious about every word and think about every sentence.

After writing the article in this way, most of the morning had passed, so Chen Heng took the time to memorize the book again. It wasn't until Mrs. Gu called him to eat that he put down his book and walked out of the room.

It's already November, and there's still a sultry autumn heat in the air. Chen Gaishan, Zhou Shi, and Chen Qi could not come back to eat because they had to thresh rice in the fields, so Chen Heng took over the task of delivering meals to them.

When he came to the farmland, he could see the golden wheat fields, and the young people from each family were gathered around several threshing machines. When Chen Heng saw the threshing machine for the first time, he was surprised. He didn't expect that such a thing existed in ancient times.

Grandma, I'm here to deliver food.

My dear grandson, why are you here? The sun is so bright, and your mother is willing to let you come. Come to grandma, it's cool here.

Mr. Zhou, who was sitting by the roadside to rest, quickly pulled Chen Heng over and shouted to the field: Chen Beishan, call your son to come and eat.

Although there were many people and noisy sounds in the field, Zhou didn't worry that Chen Gaishan wouldn't be able to hear them. Sure enough, before her voice could be heard far away, the people who were closer had already straightened up and helped spread the message: Chen Gaishan, your mother-in-law called you to eat.

Uncle Chen, aunt calls you to have dinner.

The sound spreads to the distance along with the ups and downs of the wheat waves. The enthusiastic farmers are more like taking this opportunity to relax and have fun than to help.

Chen Gaishan was cursing all the way back, but he heard a young boy hiding in the crowd just now and took the opportunity to call his name.

Okay, let's eat quickly. After eating, let Heng'er go back to study. Grandma Zhou opened the food box and took out the meals prepared by Gu one by one.

Grandpa, where is my father.

Chen Heng blinked and asked curiously.

He is still busy. This year's harvest has been good, and the village's grain machinery is not enough. If our family doesn't hurry up, the people waiting behind will probably be busy until the end of the month... Before Chen Gaishan could finish his words, Chen Heng had already walked away. Feet ran to the fields.

Ergou, why are you running away!! Come back quickly.

Grandma, I'm going to help dad.

This made grandma anxious. Mrs. Zhou stood up straight and shouted at Chen Heng's back.

Forget it, forget it, let him go. Chen Gaishan sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the chopsticks and put rice into his mouth, saying vaguely, It's not like you don't know about Heng'er's temper, let alone him. At this age, many people in the village come out to help the family with work.

Can my grandson be the same? He is a scholar now. Mrs. Zhou's face was full of pride.

Students also need to eat and work.

Seeing that he could not talk to Chen Gaishan, Zhou didn't say anything more and just sat on the stone by the roadside, smiling and eating with his head down.

When Chen Heng ran to Chen Qi, he was wearing short clothes and operating a threshing machine. The sun shone on his dark skin, and the sweat reflected a greasy light.

I saw a bundle of rice with ears being put into the entrance by Chen Qi. Chen Heng knew how to help.

He came to a place full of rice, picked up a bundle and brought it to Chen Qi's feet. Chen Qi thought it was Chen Gaishan who had left and returned, so he turned his head strangely, but saw his son's smiling face before he could get angry. Chen Heng has already explained:

I memorized the book in the morning and finished the homework assigned by the Master.

Chen Qi had no choice but to say: Remember to choose something light on your back.

I'm very strong, Dad.

You can brag to your heart's content. Chen Qi curled his lips in disapproval. How much meat do you have? As a father, I don't know?

You've turned into charcoal. It won't be easy for you to find a wife in the future.

Then how did dad find mom?

When Chen Qi heard this, he cracked his neat white teeth and said very proudly, Who told your father to be good-looking? Your mother took a liking to him at a glance.

Dad. Chen Heng put down the rice ears, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said seriously: It's okay to lie to your son, but don't lie to yourself. Grandma said that she told you about several families, but she didn't. A man has taken a fancy to you. It’s because you look dark and old.”

Why did mom even bring this up? Chen Qi complained in a low voice, trying to find some ground for himself, But your dad is good at carpentry. Your dad's hands are both skillful and capable. People before him didn't know the difference. , that’s why your mother has this luck.”

This is true. Chen Qi's carpentry skills are really good. Whether they are flying in the sky or crawling on the ground, Chen Heng's toys when he was a child were all made by Chen Qi himself. Even the threshing machines currently busy in the fields were built by him.

Just say so.

Chen Heng was busy, so when he had time to talk to his father, he put down one bundle and rushed to move the next one.

When the grandparents came over to change shifts after eating, they saw Chen Heng sweating from the work and didn't try to persuade him to go back. They just asked Chen Qi to eat instead.

The family was busy until the sunset filled the sky before carrying the packed grain bags home. For those unfinished rice ears, Chen Gaishan looked at the sky and said that it would not rain at night, so he left them in the field.

There are no outsiders in Shanxi Village, and the people are simple and honest. If you lose a chicken on weekdays, you can find it, so you don’t have to worry about any thief’s accusations. If such a person is caught once, he will be forced to leave his hometown.

On the way home, Mr. Zhou repeatedly asked Chen Heng whether it was hard work.

Chen Heng would say yes, but would just shake his head and wave his hands to indicate that everything was fine. Walking into the village, there was a rhubarb raised by someone else. It rushed to Chen Heng and kept licking his hand.

Chen Heng found it interesting and stopped teasing for a while. It wasn't until Mr. Zhou saw his eldest grandson lagging behind and called him that Chen Heng quickly ran towards his family.

When Mr. Gu rushed him to take a bath in the evening, Chen Heng was sitting in the bathtub and suddenly remembered another homework assigned to him by Wang Xianming. Since he had never had any contact with it before, Wang Xianming did not ask him when to hand it in. He only asked him to write it neatly.

Feeling this coming, Chen Heng hurriedly washed up and went to the yard, enjoying the cool breeze blowing slowly and looking at the bright moon in the sky in trance.

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The next day, in the school.

This is the poem you wrote? Mrs. Wang was a little surprised. She picked up the homework handed in by Chen Heng and chanted: The morning is against the clouds, the rain is against the wind. The loess is against the clear sky. When spring goes away, the cold and summer days are gone, and it is done again every year. East. The old farmer doesn’t know how to count, but the ears of rice are as ripe as the seeds.”

That's right, that's right. Master Wang nodded repeatedly after reading, You need to pay more attention to the rhyme and rhyme, and the wording can be polished. But this is your first time composing poetry. To be able to achieve this level, it is obvious that you have understood my words. Listen in.

Poetry is nothing more than borrowing scenes to create feelings and objects to express aspirations. When you first start, don’t disconnect from life.

Chen Heng stood beside the master, lowering his head in embarrassment and could only giggle a few times.

You idiot, are you still feeling dissatisfied? Master Wang turned around, touched Chen Heng's forehead with his hand, and said with a smile: Don't let the things in the poetry collection obscure you.

Who are those people? From ancient times to the present, countless literati have selected their masterpieces. We should not be afraid of seeing high mountains. Instead, we should regard them as role models, learn from them, and slowly improve.

Disciple knows. Chen Heng nodded. When it comes to poetry writing, he prefers to take things as they come. Wang Xianming told him before that most of the literati and poets in the past dynasties were from the Kuyin school.

Either I have a draft in mind, or I have already completed it in advance and will just take it out at the right time.

There are only three and a half wealthy people who can really pick things up and turn them into poems by reading the history books. As soon as these people appeared in his previous textbooks, just hearing their names would make people admire them and turn them into fans.

Chen Heng has been studying with Wang Xianming for a long time and has become more courageous. Everyone in the old Chen family has this problem. He asked cautiously: Master, what kind of poem did you write for the first time?

Wang Xianming's expression paused and he said: Class, class.

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Today's lunch was at the teacher's house. Because his wife had cooked some meat, Wang Xianming had bad teeth, so he asked Chen Heng to eat some together as an extra meal for his disciples.

During the meal, Chen Heng asked his wife about the interesting things in the morning, which made his wife Liu laugh.

My wife knows about this. Heng'er, your wife's first poem was written to my father. I still remember the way my father looked when he read it. It's really interesting.

Mrs. Liu softly throated it, ignoring Wang Xianming who was digging his rice with his head down next to him, and told this interesting story to his children.

The foggy mountains lock green rain,

The blue bird calls to the moon and crows.

The wind alone makes no music,

Takasu knows the sound.

My father said at that time that this person who came to study had such a big voice.

There were three people at the table, and two of them were laughing together. Only Wang Xianming, who was suffering, decided secretly that he would give the students some shoes to wear in the afternoon.

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