Around New Year's Day, it also snowed heavily in Qian'an. Wang Gongzi came back to his house after giving the gift and sat down, holding the tea cup and sighing: "The weather is not good this year. It snowed when I went to Beijing, and it snowed again when I came back to Qian'an. Brother I almost froze to death on the road. Fortunately, this year's gift is given to me. It went well, thanks to Brother Cui."
Cui Xie asked jokingly, "Why, could it be that you sent me a note from my house, and the elders also like it?"
Not only did he like it, but many people asked him if Qian'an really had such a beautiful girl. But it's not good to say this kind of thing in front of me, Wang Dashao glanced at him with a smile, and changed his mind and said: "I went to see that Xie Qianhu, he is really kind, even I have no friendship or post. Even the bad guests who came to the door were also entertained, and they talked with me for a long time. I know that I don't have this face, and most of it is thanks to you, Brother Cui. "
Cui Xie said politely: "That's because Xie Qianhu has a good temper, and it's also because of your fate. What kind of face can I have. Who would be unwilling to befriend a man like Wang Xiqi's long history?"
Wang Xiangzhen slowly shook his head: "Brother Cui also looks down on himself. Brother, I'll make a bet with you - either a year ago or a year later, he will have to send someone to give you the gift of that small box. Do you dare to bet? "
When he left the Xie family, there was already a return gift from the Xie family in the car, but there was no one from Cui Xie. What could be the reason? He didn't think Xie Qianhu was the kind of person who didn't look at the simple gifts and lunch boxes. The sentence "I asked him to sign" had a lot of meaning!
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Cui Xie more. However, Cui Xie ignored his deep meaning and said happily: "Okay. If Xie Qianhu really returns the gift, it would only come from the brother Wang who sent the gift for me. If there is something in it, I will give half of it to me. Brother Wang."
"I'm afraid that at that time, Brother Cui will be reluctant to bear it." Wang Da Gongzi smiled meaningfully, got up and left.
His prediction was accurate. After the fifth day of the new year, an ordinary black hooded carriage drove to the front of Jigong Haoyifang. Ordinary people couldn't pass the archway by car, so the person in the car jumped out, knocked on the door where the imperial decree was enshrined, and handed a big red post.
The words "Jinyiwei Qianhu Xie" were simply printed on the cover of the post, but the entire Cui family was alarmed. Cui Xie came out of the study room in the west wing and looked at the rare clear sky in winter. He had a different feeling.
Wang Gongzi made a random bet, how could it come true? I just gave something that was not worth fifty or two taels, and Xie Qianhu's family sent people all the way to return the gift
He stood outside and took a few more breaths of cold air before stepping into the flower hall. Xie Shan hurriedly put down the tea cup, got up and bowed, and said respectfully, "Xie Shan, the little guy, is the long attendant of Lord Xie, a thousand households in front of Jinyiwei. Today, at the order of the master, I will give the son something."
He handed over Xie Qianhu's letter and gift list, and said with a smile, "My master likes the portraits sent by the son very much, and he specially ordered the young man to buy paint and white silk for the son, so that the son can make more good paintings in the future. People are also fortunate enough to take a look at the painting, it is like looking in a mirror, just looking at the facial features, it is a little more handsome than our thousand households!"
Cui Xie smiled restrainedly, the corners of his lips hardly moved, only the light in his eyes flickered, showing a little bit of joy. He said humbly: "Where, it's Master Xie who is extraordinary, and Cui has not been able to capture his three-point charm."
Xie Shan compared the gentle and handsome person in the painting with that of his own adults when he took Tiqi out with a cold smile. He felt that he was being humble, so he repeatedly praised: "Young Master I am humbled. We thousands of households are used to seeing famous masterpieces, how can we not see that your paintings are better than this famous Cui Meiren from Qian’an? The pictures of the four beauties that are beyond imitation are far inferior to the one that Cui Gongzi painted for our thousand households."
Cui Xie almost got up from the chair in a complacent manner, forcibly restrained and sat up, and asked stiffly, "Cui Meiren?"
Xie Shan nodded and said, "I was thinking at the beginning, whether the son and Cui Meiren belong to the family. Some of those who sell the four beautiful pictures in Beijing say that Cui Meiren is the behind-the-scenes boss of Zhirong Study, and some say that she It's the boss's concubine, does the young master know about the end?"
Cui Mei... Boss Cui turned his head to look at the desolate yard outside the door, coughed lightly, and said stiffly: "That Cui Meiren was just misrepresented by rumors outside, but there is no such person. I lived in Qian'an for a few people. Yue, don't you know the truth? The Simei Tu is the work of a famous artist. Zhirong study came across this work and printed it as a drawing paper. If Lord Qianhu likes it, I still have a few copies at home. I'll take it back."
Xie Shan hurriedly bowed his body and replied with a smile on his face: "My lord has got your son's painting, how can you see any beauty paper! But the real Cui Meiren paper is extremely rare in Beijing, and the young one is cheeky Xie Gongzi. rewarded."
At first, he patronized Meirenjian, and after waiting for the jian, he stayed for a drink and drank the soju from Cui Jiacun, and then he remembered the wine recipe that Cui Xie had given him.
This is something Xie Qianhu told him to keep an eye on for half a year, and he did it all, how could he not show his merit
With the spirit of drinking, he specially asked to see Cui Xie again, and exaggeratedly said: "Our master has instructed Zhuangzi to try the brew since half a year ago, but unfortunately it is still a month or two away, otherwise it will be delivered to the son today. Master, he really misses the son, and he didn't forget it. It was a pity to see the son's painting when I was young - how could it be our master? If it was the son's portrait, it would definitely be hung on the wall!"
... It's normal to hang your own portrait at home, but it's a shame to hang other men's portraits!
Cui Xie simply didn't know where to start complaining. But thinking that Xie Qianhu has always remembered his wine, it was not because of the gift from the prince that he remembered that such a person had come, and there was a little joy in his heart. He handed over the letter that was temporarily driven out to Xie Shan, and said with a smile, "Please, the steward, cover up Lord Qianhu on my behalf, I always remember his words, I don't dare to relax my studies one day, I just hope to meet you in Beijing as soon as possible. "
After sending Xie Shan away, he only kept a jar of wine and the paints specially designed for him, and personally took the rest of the food to the commander Wang's mansion.
When Wang Xiangzhen saw that he had sent so many things, he was like Zhuge Liang who had won Sima Yi, and said with a smile: "I guessed that he would have to send someone to deliver it to you alone. You must have chosen these, then you What is the share left? Fang is inconvenient to tell my brother?"
Cui Xie said frankly: "Naturally, he picked something that Brother Wang doesn't need. I gave Xie Qianhu a portrait at the beginning. He saw that I wanted to paint and was afraid that I couldn't afford good paint, so he gave me a few. ."
Wang Xiangzhen said with a "tsk": "I really can't think of the things you scholars use. Not to mention these, brother, I really want to thank you, there is news from Beijing that your four beautiful pictures, Chen Tongzhi, are extremely good. What I like, maybe in the past two years, my father, the commander of the right guard of Xingtun, will have the opportunity to move a bit."
Cui Xie quickly stood up and cupped his hands, and said with a smile, "Congratulations to the boss then."
Wang Gongzi thanked: "Tong Xi Tong Xi, if I move it, I will definitely vacate the yard behind your bookstore, so as to save you from crowding with the craftsmen. But your Four Beauties book has also been given to more people this year. , it won't be so fresh in the future, I wonder when you will release a new one?"
Last year was good, but this year is a little tight. In addition, Mr. Lin told him to study hard every day, and he would not get him new manuscripts again, and there would be nothing to print for a while.
Cui Xie thought for a while, and asked him, "Brother Wang, do you want to read it yourself or give it to someone? If you want to give it to someone, I sent a few sets of hand-written Diamond Sutras to the elders of the family a few days ago. Now I want to print a few copies. It's a good gift for the New Year. If you read it yourself, you'll have to wait until I find a new manuscript for printing."
Wang Gongzi spread his hands and said, "I don't like reading books, and I don't like chanting scriptures. You can't kill me. There are so many books and novels out there, you can just find a copy and add some pictures of beautiful women and print them. !"
That won't work, he is a man of integrity, and if he wants to print, he has to print books without copyright disputes.
As soon as he went back to discuss with shopkeeper Ji, shopkeeper Ji patted the bookcase and shouted: "Then what new manuscripts do you want! No matter how new the books are, they are not as popular as "Three Kingdoms". The son is so good at painting, he can draw a hundred of Three Kingdoms. General Zero Eight, it is guaranteed to sell better than the Four Beauties!"
That's the one hundred and eight generals of the Water Margin...
Cui Xie shook his head, chuckled lightly, and agreed with him to print the Diamond Sutra and the Three Kingdoms in Japan. There are many external editions of these two books, and they don't have to print them themselves. They just go to other bookstores to buy a set of finely calibrated engraving blocks, and then they can print them with pictures. The two finalized the next book publishing plan, and Cui Xie asked again: "How is the vote count for the first beauty in "Lianfang Lu"? If it is too obvious, I will draw the picture."
The shopkeeper Ji stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The old man calls the number of people every day, but there are still many people who vote for Wanning, there are four hundred and ten votes, and the three are thirty or forty votes away, until the Lantern Festival. I'm afraid it will be difficult to catch up. After all, the young master has a wise plan, and the pictures given to Wanning were printed three points less. Don't think that her paper was published early. Those guests who only read the pictures presented in the book are difficult to collect, and the more I want her paintings!"
Cui Xie smiled with satisfaction, and promised to draw the picture immediately and let him prepare for the printing after the festival.
After the shopkeeper Ji left, the smile on his face faded, and he sighed secretly at the drawing paper: "Unfortunately, it is a cross-literate pinch. If red and white roses are pinched in a book, it will be bloody, and the fans will be obedient to pay. "
If only I could find a good writer to change these boring stories and write something new.
He drew a picture of the annual festival, and took time to perfect the book "Four Books of Dialogues". After being so fragmented for a few months, he can really memorize the four books like a fluent. He can pick out a word or two, and he can know which chapter, which chapter, and what the preceding and following sentences are, without having to recite it from scratch.
After this exercise, and looking at the small problem sets sent by Master Liu, I feel that the topics are very friendly, and the meanings of the words and the texts are in my heart. By making up the two irresponsible questions like "You can be a man but not a bird, the poem Yun Mu Mu Wenwang", you can also answer "My wife is not as good as a bird, it's really shameful. If you are ashamed, you should be more like a teacher than King Wen." This deducts the meaning of the question.
After the two holidays of New Year's Day and Lantern Festival, it is already the 20th of the first month, and there is only a year and less than 20 years away from Jiachen's annual test. The year of Guimao is the year of the township examination. There are no two examinations for the annual subjects, and Mr. Lin has no intention of examining people.
After the official start of school, he doubled the daily homework of the students, and then took Cui Xie to class, flipped through the homework he had done during the holidays and the "Four Books and Sentences" alone, and said with satisfaction: "You To be able to write this book shows that you have thoroughly understood the book of sages. Now that you have done almost the same in the Book of Songs, you should also do the same according to the "Four Books", but you are not allowed to find the opposite sentences in the same poem. You can do get?"
Cui Xie lowered his hand and said obediently, "Students must do their best."
Mr. Lin smiled and said warmly: "I know that you have more homework than others, and you are tired of studying every day, but sir, this is also for your future. There are only a dozen children in our books. There are 14 communes in the city, 12 village communes outside the county, Sanmin villages, and children of the military villages. Together, there are at least a few hundred children, and every year Qian'an County School is only allowed to record 20 students. Weak, if you don’t learn more and deeper than others, how can you compete with people in this county?”
Yes, in a place like Qian'an, where the study style is not very prosperous, the enrollment rate is so low. The second young master of the Cui family was registered in Shuntian Prefecture, and the exam was more difficult. No wonder Mrs. Xu was able to kill people in order to secure a place in the Imperial College for her son.
But he is also a person who fought hard from the college entrance examination. The difficulty of being admitted to 985 is much higher than this. How can he be afraid because of this elimination rate? He bit his lip and smiled, raised his eyes to look at Mr., and said firmly, "Don't worry, Mr., I can cope with any amount of homework. Students must pass the annual exam next year."
Mr. Lin looked at his burning eyebrows, as if he saw himself who had just entered the medical field many years ago and was unafraid. He was also excited: "Okay! There must be such an indomitable spirit in the field of science! Today, as a teacher, I will teach you how to make eight comparisons. In the future, you will learn to write an entire article. When I look at your homework, I won't be more relaxed than others, but I will treat you like those who have passed the test of Tongsheng disciples."
The author has something to say: "A man is worse than a bird, the poem Yun Mu Muwen Wang" and the broken topic are all from Hou Meizhen, "Research on the Eight-legged Inscriptions of the Ming and Qing Dynasties"