When he was about to write the imperial decree, Peng Yan only said that his handwriting was better than before, and he didn't find it strange, so he stopped imitating the original handwriting, but used the time of copying books to practice calligraphy while memorizing. Note the content.
The version of the book on his hard drive was mixed with the original text, chapters, and annotations, and it was not coherent enough to read. When copying the book by yourself, copy the original text in one version, and the annotations in one version: when writing the original text, silently recall the annotations in your heart, and when copying the annotations, you recall the original text, and the two pairs can be remembered more firmly.
Back to the Analects of Confucius and Mencius, he also drew a tree diagram by himself, with each chapter title as the main branch, and filled in the original text and annotations chapter by chapter. Complete the article.
However, this kind of picture is not easy for people to see. After he drew it, he immediately formed a ball, soaked it in a teacup, and poured it into the flower pond under the window together with the tea residue.
The guy came over to curry favor with the master's house, and saw the ball of paper when they were sweeping the courtyard. He hurriedly recited a few words of Emperor Wenchang, and asked Cui Yuan to bring a charcoal basin to burn the paper. Cui Yuan did not burn a charcoal pot for him, and sent it along with a fire stick. When he entered the door, he rambled on him: "How can someone pour the paper on which they wrote into the soil? If you don't want it, you must burn it well, how can it be so bad..."
Cui Xie's eyes lit up when he saw the brazier, and smiled at him and said, "Uncle Yuan, you are so thoughtful, I just didn't think of asking for a brazier."
Cui Yuan sighed: "Young master thinks that my old man is nagging. This is what this guy asked me to bring to you when he saw you throwing rotten paper. I didn't see you throwing paper before, and I didn't think about it. You will remember to cherish the writing paper in the future, and be careful that Emperor Wenchang takes offense."
"I know, I just got it right for a while, and any waste paper in the future will definitely be burnt." He admitted his mistake very well, and immediately took a few sheets of waste paper full of words and threw them into the brazier. The red charcoal licked the surface of the paper, and immediately burned the edges of the paper to black and rolled, and the leftover ashes fell into the snow-white winter ashes in the basin, and quickly melted into one color.
Cui Yuan took the fire and turned it over, revealing a few big chestnuts with oil palm from the white ash, and told him: "When this pot is no longer needed, let it burn outside for a while, the chestnuts will be more delicious after simmering for a long time."
He naturally agreed.
Cui Yuan still had a lot of work to do outside, so he put the brazier and firewood out of the way and left. Cui Xie poked the fire, buried the chestnuts back into the ashes, smoothed the gray surface on one side with a shovel, scratched twice with the fire stick, and drew a hairy chestnut with a shell and thorns in the basin.
This was just a casual drawing for fun. After a few strokes, he put down the copper chopstick, went back, and then drew a tree diagram on the paper and memorized four books. When he was tired of the four books, he changed to a flat water rhyme. After he drew the paper, he put it on the charcoal and burned it. into ashes.
The fire in the charcoal basin burned intermittently, and the chestnuts buried in the ashes were quickly roasted. The chestnut shell is pre-slashed, and the browned chestnut meat is exposed. Blow off the ashes and taste it, it is really sweet and sweet.
After a while, he came into the house with an inkstone to pour tea, and Cui Xie let him go to the brazier to pick up chestnuts to eat.
Holding the inkstone not only ate it by himself, but also peeled a round drum for him and put it on the table. He had eaten a lot before, and he was not in a hurry to eat it. He threw it away on the table to dry. Occasionally, he painted two strokes on the edge of the paper while copying the book. He also used only a few strokes to draw the chestnut seeds. The shape and texture, the bright surface is left blank, and the shadow is slightly contrasted with light ink, which makes the chestnuts come to life.
When holding inkstone peeled the chestnuts for him again, he saw the small picture he drew on the edge of the paper, he couldn't help touching it, and said in surprise, "How can you draw so well? It turned out to be with Mr. Lu. When you painted lotus flowers, Mr. Lu also thought that your painting did not look like a real flower."
Because it turned out that the one who painted was little Cui Xie, not the adult who came through.
He bowed his head guiltily, blinked and said, "Isn't it necessary to draw according to the brushwork taught by Mr. Lu at that time? It was coloring again. When coloring and brushing, I was afraid that something was wrong, and it would be awkward to draw. That's right. I draw at will with chestnuts, without restraint, I draw just fine."
Peng Yan looked at Lizi and sighed for a while: "This is really a talent. If you don't learn from Mr. Lu at home, but find a famous artist like Mr. Shitian (Shen Zhou), maybe you have already become a painter, and the master will also Knowing your talent will make you feel better."
Just hold the inkstone without any doubts.
Cui Xie has been wearing it for a long time, and he has a good understanding of the personnel around Yuanshen. Ping Yan is Yuanshen's personal servant, and he knows him well. Cui Yuan was originally in the outer courtyard, but he is not familiar with his situation.
He looked at the child's eyes full of trust and admiration, sighed silently, shoved Li Ren to him, and said with a smile, "I also think that I have a talent, and it's better to paint by myself than to follow the painting taught by Mr. I'll draw a few portraits for you later, maybe you can draw quite alike."
Holding the inkstone happily agreed to him, and went out with a few chestnuts to help him make some snacks.
In the next afternoon, Lizheng on the street in the study sent a deed with a red seal to their house. Cui Xie kept it in the box, and he was also a boss from now on.
Li was eating tea from his family and complimented him without a word: "When I went to the county, I said that a small official from the Cui family had written a contract with someone, and the Zao Li at the door didn't want my favor, and the household secretary did. If you don't say anything, it will be stamped! The county says that you are a righteous citizen recognized by the emperor, and you will definitely not violate the law. Those hired workers are lucky enough to catch up with the master who has accumulated virtue and goodness."
Cui Xie felt a move in his heart, and asked him, "If I want to save my servants, what should I do?"
Li Zhengdao said: "This is easy to handle. You as the master will send a Fangliang with a certificate, go to the county household to register it, and ask them to settle down again. However, after Fangliang, you will be required to do corvés. Immediately in October, you will be a river worker, a craftsman. I also have to go to Beijing to take a rotating duty... No, your craftsmen are all civilians, so is it the little servant next to you that you want to let go?"
Cui Xie wanted to put both Cui Yuan and his son in good hands, but thinking that the corvée in the Ming Dynasty had to be served from 16 to 60, he didn't answer immediately, shook his head and said, "I'm just asking."
Li Zheng didn't worry too much about this, he drank two cups of Yancha filled with hazelnut, chestnut and sesame seeds, and left after eating a few pieces of puff pastry.
It was not early for him to leave. Cui Xie estimated that Mr. Lin's school should be disbanded, so he asked Zhang's mother to pack up some good ink, ink, paper, inkstone, a box of fried loose tea, and put them in a small bamboo basket. The Ye Mi kiwi fruit given by the county magistrate went to Mr. Lin's house as a gift.
Seeing it outside the door, Cui Yuan asked in surprise, "Why are you apprenticing on this inappropriate day? Why don't you wait for the school holiday on August 15th, and then officially buy the six ceremony of apprenticeship and offer it together with the gift money?"
Cui Xie said with a smile: "Apprenticeship is to find a good life, but today I have something to trouble Mr. Lin. Isn't our bookstore going to print a new book? Mr. Lin is all students, and in terms of knowledge, he is the first person we can find. Now, I want to ask him to help with a book."
The methods that the shopkeeper came up with are all based on pirated copies. Buying other people's editions also costs three or four coins, and road transportation is another cost. If you buy books that are already on the market, you will have enough time to buy and copy what you want to see. Invite someone to write a new one, and the cost is not more expensive than buying a copy from Jianyang.
Cui Yuanxin said that Mr. Lin was not the first person, but if he added the attribute "I can find him", he would not only be the first person, but also the only person.
Cui Xie changed into new clothes, dressed up neatly, and took the inkstone to the yard rented by Mr. Lin. At this time, it was early to leave school, and only a few naughty little disciples were punished to copy books in school. Mr. Lin was sitting in the hall reading a book. When he saw him going in with a gift, he hurriedly got up to greet him and asked, "Are you settling down now and ready to go to school?"
He handed over the gift and gave a long bow: "The ground is being broken everywhere in my house, and it's still so messy that people can't stop reading. I'm afraid I'll have to wait until after the Mid-Autumn Festival. I'm here today to ask for something else, Mr. Good things can be used as gifts, so I brought some of the Four Treasures of the Study and the Fresh Fruits given by the magistrates from some old acquaintances of officials and gentlemen, and I hope you will not give up."
His pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all real good things. Although the monkey peach is a little smaller, he has the word "Xianzun" on it, and it has also raised some worth.
Mr. Lin rolled his eyes around the gift, then withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, stroked his beard, and said with a smile, "Not to mention that I already regard you as a disciple in my heart, just because our neighbors live, what is there to use for one? Ask for words."
Cui Xie bowed his head slightly, and said reverently, "This disciple has always admired Mr.'s knowledge, so when he encounters trouble, he is the first to ask him for help. So that the master will know that the disciple's family has recently handed over a Zhirong study in the west of the city to him. I took care of it. But since the flood in the county last year, the study has never been opened properly, and now I don't know what to print. The shopkeeper asked the disciple yesterday, and the disciple knew that he was only shallow, so he had to ask the teacher for help, or find People write a long novel, or pick some short stories and compile them into a collection..."
He gave a deep bow and pleaded, "This is the first time this disciple has done things by himself. I beg for your help, and don't teach my family to be disappointed in me."
With a cautious look on his face, Mr. Lin helped him up, frowning and said, "How old are you this year, how dare you take over this major event of compiling a book?"
Cui Xie sighed: "The study is a dowry that was accompanied by my late mother. It just so happened that the disciple came to this county again. Could it be possible to leave his late mother's legacy alone and let it decay? Sir, take pity on me with filial piety and preside over this matter for me."
Mr. Lin pondered for a while, and finally nodded: "I only want to help you this time in the face of Shilingtang. Those novels are all things that shake people's minds, you are going to take the imperial examination. People who are wise should pay attention to the scriptures and not be distracted by these chores.”
Cui Xie nodded again and again: "These are actually made by craftsmen. I will follow the teacher's teaching and study at home behind closed doors."
He entrusted this matter, and naturally he read books at home in peace, and also instructed the craftsmen to build two clean dry toilets in each of the three courtyards. Although Zhang's mother was going back to Beijing, in case there is a future Which servants who have a family move in must also prepare one for their female dependents.
Seeing that he had set up the house in an orderly manner, and that the people in the bookstore obeyed him, she packed up her small burden, said goodbye to the three of his masters and servants, and took the manservant who brought her to rush A small donkey cart rushed back to Beijing.
Old Mrs. Cui looked forward to the news of her grandson day and night, and when she got home, she grabbed her and asked questions. Zhang's mother told everything she had heard and watched these days, and laughed exaggeratedly: "Our young master is praised by everyone in his hometown. All the neighbors around him say that he is a loyal and righteous person, and he is willing to make friends with him. He got it again. The emperor's holy grace, even the county magistrate loves him too much. This time, the lord is just a little anxious for a while, sooner or later, he will be relieved, and he will remember the benefits of his son, and he must be brought back! "
The old lady sat beside the bed and listened. At first she was smiling, and she was fascinated. Later, when she heard the word "Master", her smile faded, and she sighed and said, "I will wait for him to change his mind, and I will wait until I die. I can't wait. I'll just wait for my eldest grandson to come out and come in dignifiedly from the middle door, let his mother look at him and dare not stop him, my father and I will enjoy the blessing of the eldest son and grandson serving him for a few more days."