The Cui family's cemetery was chosen in the mountains, not far from the farmhouse, but the mountains were high and the roads were so steep that it was inconvenient to get in and out. Now Zhuangzi is in charge of a family brought by Mrs. Xu. Cui Xie was too lazy to interact with them, so he stayed at a farmer's house beside his ancestral tomb. Good day to rebuild Mrs. Liu's tomb.
He doesn't have many books with him, but it is really time-consuming to learn: "Three", "Hundred", "Thousand" and persuasive poems, although they are commonly used, they are not tested in the imperial examinations. Just read them once and print them on the hard drive. ; And "Duan Lei" and "Rhyme Book" are not just a hasty reading. Because these things are for use, in order to be able to see at a glance the right or wrong of others' use, you have to rely on them to write your own poems and sentences.
If you can't remember the opposite words and rhymes, when it comes time to write a poem, it is equivalent to an English scumbag taking the Oxford Dictionary and Grammar Encyclopedia to take the simultaneous interpretation test - that is, you can open the book and write it casually. Nothing to see.
Anyway, there is still some interest in playing with words, and reciting rhyme books is purely to sharpen the mind.
The pronunciation of the people in Shuntian Prefecture is also quite different from the rhyme book. Some words with the same pronunciation are divided into two parts in the rhyme part, which is quite anti-human when memorized.
However, books such as Li Weng Dui Yun and Vocal Enlightenment, which can take into account the functions of confrontation and rhythm enlightenment, were all from the Qing Dynasty. They had not yet appeared at this time. He only had the two sets of basic reference books in his hand, so he had to memorize them by rote. . First memorize the unrelated words in the rhyme, read the correct class, then dig out the words word by word to recall which rhyme and which rhyme they belong to, and forcibly deepen the memory through comparison.
It's just that you have learned a new foreign language and memorize words through long difficult sentences... At least it's easier than learning a foreign language.
Cui Xie carried these two sets of books and studied hard day and night. Cui Yuan and his son were afraid that he would be exhausted, so they bought roe deer, deer, rabbit, pheasant, and pigeon from people in the mountains, and stewed them with Huang Jing, yam, wolfberry and other nourishing herbs. He fills up.
He himself was also afraid that sitting and reading for too long would be bad for his spine, and he would not be able to sleep due to the meals in the morning and evening, so he practiced push-ups, crunches in the room at night when no one saw him, and occasionally raised a stool to practice arm strength.
Peng Yan woke up one night and saw him using a stool as a barbell to lift through the window. He almost thought he was a ghost. He was so frightened that he stayed outside before he dared to enter. Yes, be careful that the host sees a joke."
Cui Xie's heart skipped a beat for a while, put down the stool, and said calmly with a sullen face, "I'm just practicing my wrist strength. I always feel that my strength is not enough to write for the past two days, and the handwriting is not as good as it used to be. This is not good-looking, look back. I'll get a bag of sand and hang it on my wrist, let's try to practice calligraphy by hanging my wrist."
Peng Yan immediately and seriously retorted: "Nothing, the few imperial decrees you copied are better than the original writing! I see that your hand is fine, but the copybook is not good - the appearance and style are not easy to write, you will buy it later. If you practice a few copies of Yang Xueshi's Taige style copybooks, you will definitely be able to write a good calligraphy."
As for his need to practice wrist strength, Peng Yan turned his head and told his father. Cui Yuan was more concerned about the young master's affairs, and had a serious talk with him the next morning: "Young master, don't practice randomly, you will hurt your muscles and bones, and you won't be able to write well. Let's buy it later. Zhang Xiaogong, set up a target in the courtyard, and archery is the best way to practice arm strength and breath. We have horses in our family. You can find a master who can learn horsemanship seriously, and you can go around the city and hunt pheasant and rabbits. Yes, it can also give you a good body like Jin Yiwei."
good idea.
Horseback archery is much more stylish than practicing squats, push-ups, and running around the yard at home.
He immediately put the wooden stool on which weightlifting was practiced into the cold palace, and sat under the moon in front of the pine and carried on his back, "The time is long, the moon is white and the wind is as clear as the night."
In the blink of an eye, it's August 11th.
Mr. Yin Yang sees a good day, it is advisable to build and break ground, and the new stele of the mason has also been carved, just waiting for the tomb to be rebuilt.
As early as this day, Cui Xie painted a self-portrait in front of the bronze mirror. It was drawn with fine writing, blended with modern sketching techniques, using flexible lines to outline the outline, and light ink to create shadows. The facial features are exactly the same as the fourteen-year-old Cui Xie in the mirror, but the expression is more childish. Innocent carefree.
He didn't tell Cui Yuan and his son to see this painting, but put it in a copy of the "Three Character Classic" that the original body had seen since childhood. After the tomb was excavated, together with the book and the Xiuyu jade pendant that the original body had been carrying together on the coffin lid. Then he personally shoveled up the evenly beaten wet soil, shovel after shovel, covering the things that belonged to Xiao Cui Xie.
The workers and Cui Yuan and his son also shoveled together, piled the graves high, and re-sealed the tombs.
Cui Xie knelt in front of the grave, poured three glasses of wine, and burned a pile of paper money. With his fingertips, he copied the "Unworthy Son Cui Xie Weeping" engraved on the body of the stele, silently wishing this child to be born in his era in the next life and grow up safely.
I also hope that in that world, someone can truly think about him like this before his grave.
After offering sacrifices to their ancestors, the three masters and servants returned to Qian'an.
It was almost dusk when we got home, but the official road seemed more crowded than usual, and the carriage was moving very slowly. They still thought that something had happened in the city, and when they were about to get home, they realized that it was not someone else's house or themselves that had affected the traffic. At the intersection in front of the old house of the Cui family, workers were busy carrying the soil, tamping the ground, erecting the From a very high pine pole, it looks like a four-column and three-room torii.
Although Cui Xie is not a narcissistic person, he is the only one who can build a memorial archway in their street without a widow and a loyal righteous husband.
He jumped out of the car and asked Cui Yuan to drive the car through the back door to go home. He walked up to the clerk who was overseeing the work, and asked, "Brother, how did my family build an archway?"
When the little official saw it was him, he hurriedly cupped his hands: "Why did you come back at this time. The villain Zhang Xing, the gentleman called the villain by his name. The county magistrate also said that he wanted to repair your house. After staying in the mountains for a few days, we almost couldn't get into your house!"
"Brother Zhang... Didn't the county magistrate give me a reward? Why do you want to build an archway and repair a house?" Cui Xie saw the door of the house wide open, and people were moving in and out to move earth and stones. He was so surprised that he didn't know what to say. Silently shut his mouth and sighed silently for a while for the magistrate's vigorous and resolute actions.
"The imperial court issued a decree, and also gave a plaque to the royal book. Of course, the county has to give you money to repair the archway, but the repair of the house is a kind of sympathy for you, and the money is allocated in private..." Zhang Shuban also glanced at the room. He opened the door and said with emotion, "If it wasn't for someone from your family, the craftsmen that the adults looked for wouldn't be able to enter the door, so I'll have to wait for you to come back."
The Cui family is here again? Are you here to trouble him again
It's not that he maliciously speculates on people, but he has dealt so much with the original family's family, but he has never seen anyone do a good thing for little Cui Xie. this time...
This time, it was a short and thin woman in her forties, wearing a silk shirt and a short jacket, and a red and gold embroidered skirt, dressed in a splendid manner. She ran out of the door with a happy face, dragged her skirt on the ground, and bowed like a candle before approaching, dipped a handkerchief on her face, and cried and laughed at Cui Xie said, "Brother Xie, you are really promising. Your grandparents know that you have been honored, and they are happy for you at home!"
This is... I haven't seen it at home!
Cui Xie stretched out his hand to support her, unable to squeeze out the difficult expression of sadness and joy, he simply said vaguely, "Don't get too excited, mom, why are you crying on such a good day? How are the family members? How is my grandfather's health? , Has grandma ever been sick these days? Are my parents okay these days?"
The mother replied with a smile: "Okay, why not, you got the imperial honor, the old man is so good that he can sit on the cushion for a while. The old lady is also very happy, so I packed some things for you from home, Brother Xie, come in with me and see what your milk has in store for you!"
Laughing and crying uncontrollably. Cui Xie had to coax her to go back to the house and cry again. He turned around and hurriedly said goodbye to Zhang Shuban, and asked him to thank the county magistrate on his behalf, and told the magistrate that it was too late today, and he would go to the yamen to thank him tomorrow.
Scribe Zhang cupped his hands amusedly and said, "Young Master Cui doesn't need to be so polite, go back with confidence. Let's see if there is anything that needs to be changed or repaired at home, and just tell us when you come back!"
After returning home, Cui Xie learned from Peng Yan that this mother's surname was Zhang, and that she was someone who was needed by the old lady's side. Originally living in a house in the capital, she often went to see and send some things.
It seems that the original body can live to his age, and the old lady and this mother also contributed greatly.
But he didn't know how the original body was getting along with her, so he could only smile gently and persuade: "Mom don't cry, go back and persuade grandfather and grandmother to stop worrying about me. I am now a righteous citizen of the imperial court. , Every time I go in and out of the county office, I’m already an adult.”
Mother Zhang wiped away her tears and said with a smile: "Oh, our brother Xie is already an adult and can be the master of the house. It's only been a few days since I haven't seen him, and he really looks like an adult. He has grown a lot more than when he was at home a few days ago. The old lady brought you something, you can stand up, and the two old people can rest assured."
She pushed Cui Yuan and his son to look under the porch, and opened a few boxes for Cui Yuan to see.
Those boxes were different from the ones he had at home, but they were all carved from mahogany, and the craftsmen were exquisite. Inside the box were some smooth and gorgeous satin and brocade materials, fine embroidery, incense burners and toys, as well as a few boxes of pen, ink, paper, and scrolls of calligraphy and paintings that they had no time to pack when they left Beijing.
Unexpectedly, the original body can also draw. He learned from Lu Juzi, whom he invited two years ago. He can draw boneless lotus flowers, but his skills are not superb.
Simply a surprise.
The cloth toy was given at home, and he couldn't sell it for money. It was the same wherever it was placed, so he didn't really care. What really surprised him was that little Cui Xie could also draw—Mr. Lin was a pure scholar and did not have these elegant skills. He thought he had to find an opportunity to show his painting skills. Since the original body can be used, in the future, without carrying Cui Yuan and his son behind their backs, he can pick up this skill and use it in an open and honest manner.
In the future, if someone from Jinyiwei comes to deliver wine, he will imitate a picture of Zheng Banqiao's bamboo and stone, accompanied by the song "Adamant Qingshan will not relax", let Xie Qianhu know that he is not illiterate.