After the class was over, he rubbed off with Assistant Professor Xie for a while, and when he got home, it was close to dinner time.
Mr. Lu and the carpenter were waiting for him at home.
Cui Xie divided the priorities and asked someone to arrange food and drinks to entertain Mr. Lu. He first met the carpenter in the small courtyard and asked him if he could get the old man a wooden wheelchair as wide as a rocking chair with wheels on both sides.
Also don't want expensive hardwoods, but soft ones. The armrests on the left and right of the chair are preferably adjustable, which can either be flattened or removed, so that it is convenient to carry people up.
If you can make a wheelchair, you can make another nursing bed: a bearing is installed in the middle of the bed board, and by twisting the mechanism, half of the bed board can be lifted, and the old man can sit up with his upper body supported.
Following the image of the hospital nursing bed in his memory, he drew a diagram for the carpenter with charcoal and asked him if he could make it.
The carpenter was an old craftsman specially hired by Cui Liangdong. All of his beards were gray and his hands were full of old scars. His fingertips were thick and blunt, but his fingers were extremely flexible. He took the charcoal pen from Cui Xie, added wooden shelves on both sides of the bed, hung thin wires from the top, added a winch on the side, pointed to the picture and said, "It's not easy to install the machine from the bottom like the son said. , but if you install a few slings here, and ask someone to use a winch to hoist it, it will be easy to borrow force."
Yes, you can save effort by using a pulley block.
He was thinking of a single bed in a hospital, and the craftsman was thinking of a large bed in an ordinary family. The effect of the painting is naturally different. Cui Xie saw that his design was more practical than his own, and that he was not a designer who came across, so he simply entrusted this matter to an expert: "Then let's ask for these two first, please ask the master to do it more carefully. I'm sick in bed for a long time, and my weak bones are fragmented. I'm afraid it will be uncomfortable to sit up suddenly.
The old craftsman sighed and said, "How can you see such a filial son and grandson like your son? Ordinary people have a sick person who is willing to wash and groom him without causing him to develop bedsores. Who would think of getting something that could make him feel filial? A bed to sit up on? Don’t worry, sir, I have also made a wheelchair before, so I will make it spacious and comfortable for the old man, and the bed needs to be thought about more.”
Cui Xie asked Cui Liangdong to give a deposit of five taels of silver first, and told him to go back to buy wood and polish it carefully. The craftsman looked at the piece of snow-white silver entwined with filaments, and laughed until the wrinkles were opened, and declined: "Actually, there is no need for so much, the first deposit of one or two taels is enough, the old man still doesn't believe you with such a big family business. Can you pay on time?"
These five taels are not only the money for wheelchairs and beds. Cui Xie said with a smile: "The money is not much, the old man just accepts it, there is no reason for you to work and pay for the money. If the bed is not easy to do for a while, you can build a wheelchair first. Please help me make a paper pavilion and a paper gallery like that commonly used in the south—"
There is no heated kang in the south, and most people rely on charcoal fire in winter. When the weather is cold, the literati will use the wooden frame to paste the tortoise paper on the outside of the bed to make a "paper pavilion" that falls on all sides and is covered with a paper top. Burn charcoal inside to keep warm and save fire.
This is also the historical material cited in the chapter "Papermaking" in his ancient chemistry book, which he read by the way when he found out the papermaking and printing techniques in the Qing Dynasty. In the winter of the year he first arrived in Qian'an, he also wanted to build a paper pavilion for the office in the backyard. Later, because the craftsmen thought it was inconvenient to get in and out, he didn't do it in the end.
For ordinary people, that paper pavilion can only be used between two things, but it is really useful for a chronically ill person like Mrs. Cui: if the pavilion is made dense and airtight, the surrounding is translucent. The window paper, can't he enjoy the scenery outside the pavilion when he sits in it? If he took an airtight paper corridor from the door and let someone push the old man for a walk, he might be in a better mood.
Anyway, it is only made of wood and paper, and the cost is not high.
He instructed Cui Liangdong to send the craftsman back first, and then come back tomorrow to measure the corridors and gates, and customize a paper corridor with windows. He himself changed into a blue straight body, put on a scarf and went to see Mr. Lu in the front yard.
Mr. Lu was already waiting for him in the flower hall, pouring his own drink. Seeing him enter the door, he lifted his eyelids and opened a picture towards the door, revealing a small square face in his 40s, with deep crease lines between his eyebrows, and a thin, skinny face, and said lightly, "It turned out to be Cui The case leader is here, and there is a long way to go."
He didn't look the same as Cui Xie imagined. He was a little dark, and his brows were wrinkled, and his face seemed a little gloomy. There was a sense of loneliness around him, and he didn't fit in very well.
Cui Xie apologized after entering the door: "I should have come to see Mr. earlier, but after returning home, I have always had a lot of business, and I didn't make time until now."
Mr. Lu let out a low snort, put down his glass and said, "Cui An's first reading is poor, but he is knowledgeable and practical. All knowledge is acquired by his own soul. Why should I look at me as a gentleman who has a false name and misunderstands his children?"
Cui Xie's hand was hanging in the air, and he said awkwardly, "Mr. Domon taught me in the early years..."
Mr. Lu said: "What have I taught you? Even if I teach you the truth of filial piety, sincerity and respect, poetry, books, etiquette and music, and a little bit about righteousness and principles from one thing to another, I still can't teach you how to practice self-restraint. It is my incompetence, Mr.
He said this, and seeing that Cui Xie didn't seem to understand, his face darkened a little, and he asked directly, "When I taught you "University", how did I teach you the way of style? Zhu Zi Answer Wu Huishu's words, have you forgotten all these words? Before Gezhi, you should practice self-cultivation and practice, and then you can clarify the complicated mind and focus on knowledge!"
He simply gritted his teeth and said, "People said before that I couldn't teach, and I would delay the prodigy. I also thought to myself that I had taught you some time to clear your mind, and it would be useful for you to study and write. Now I know, It turns out that the world is right, the things I teach are completely unremembered in your heart..."
It's not that he doesn't remember, it's just that the person who learned it is not him. Cui Xie took a few steps back, unable to bear to look at Mr. Lu.
But Mr. Lu thought he was guilty, so he stood up and walked in front of him, holding back his anger and said, "I still have the cheek to stay in the Cui family, but only to see the eldest son's side." Feeling impatient, he asked politely: "When I taught you, did you ever feel unsatisfactory? You studied for three days, fished for two days, and basked in the net. How often did I not exhort and teach you a lesson? Or? Without giving you homework and urging you to endorse?"
Choi Xie was speechless.
He really couldn't have imagined beforehand that coming to see Mr. Ex was like seeing his girlfriend who had broken up for many years, and he had to listen to such a slightly sad complaint.
But Mr. Lu is so righteous, maybe he didn't really want to delay Cui Xie at the beginning? After all, it has only been two years since this gentleman took over the original body...
He could clearly feel that the body itself did not have the aptitude for unforgettable and extraordinary thinking speed. He is now at this level thanks to the ten years of books he has read in his previous life, the various learning methods and dialectical thinking he has mastered, and thanks to the hard disk gold finger, he does not have to worry about myopia, and he can review it every day until midnight.
He shook his head secretly, first to appease the other party: "Sir, calm down, I used to be young and didn't know how to..."
Mr. Lu's face darkened again, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, and he said with excitement: "I should be asked by Master Cui to teach in this house, from the eldest son to you, the second son, the third son, and even Mongolian books. I have taught, apart from taking time off to prepare for the exam, I don’t dare to mislead my children! I don’t know why I am not good at teaching, so that a generation of prodigies are dusty in my hands, even a scholar who has gone to a small county in the countryside. They all teach better than me..."
"Mr. Lu." Cui Xie's voice was not high, but he interrupted him very firmly: "At the beginning, the students were not enlightened and could not learn anything from the master. It is no wonder that the master blamed me. When Mr. Lin was studying, he also devoted all his knowledge to teaching me. Without Mr. Lin, I would not be where I am today. Students were not good at learning at that time, so they could only blame themselves, and I hope Mr. Lin will stop involving Mr. Lin."
Mr. Lu couldn't catch his breath, his face became darker and darker, he turned around and sullenly faced the wall.
An uncle who is not very good-looking, and is as arrogant as a little loli in his teens. He is not awkward himself, and the people who watch it are also awkward...
Choi Xie just wanted to cover his eyes.
Mr. Lu was angry at the wall for a while, then turned around and bowed his hands to him: "Now that the eldest son is in prison, the second son is not at home, and the third son is still young, I am afraid that he will be better than me if he changes his mind. Lu Mou is not very talented, and he doesn't dare to stay in the Cui family to delay a few talented people. Today, I will resign from the hall with the eldest son in person!"
Cui Xie hurriedly stopped him: "Sir can't go. Now my father is far away in Yunnan, and the two elders are old. If my husband is not here, who will my three brothers and sisters be entrusted to go!"
Mr. Lu said coldly, "How can Lu, a man in his prime, teach the young lady!"
No, Mr. Lu looks in his forties, right? Putting aside the modern age, it is reluctant to choose an outstanding young man, how can it be considered a proper age in the Ming Dynasty!
Cui Xie's heart was almost overwhelmed by the barrage, but judging from the identity of this gentleman and the boneless lotus he taught little Cui Xie, he was still reluctant to let him go.
He grabbed the gentleman's thin wrist, pulled him back to the table with ease, poured a glass of wine and toasted it, holding the glass with both hands, and said gracefully, "Sir, forgive me for being rude. The way of knowing and doing, I didn't think about it for a while, it's my fault. I didn't study with Mr. before, and it's because of our misfortune. If Mr. won't stay at Cui's house because of rumors, then I will be at the door tomorrow. A notice was posted outside to let people know that my husband is talented and virtuous, because I was filial to my grandparents, so I couldn’t concentrate on my studies.”
Mr. Lu snorted coldly while holding the wine glass, and watched him drink three glasses in a row before he drank his own.
Although he drank wine, he still had to put on the shelf that should be put on. Mr. Lu looked at his nose and heart, and said lightly: "I don't care about gossip, and I don't need to post any notices. I didn't teach you well in the past, and I didn't have the face to grab this teacher's name - but I always have to teach you something. This thing, let the world know that I, Lu Boshan, are not the ignorant and incompetent, nor the one who delays the study of my children!"
After Cui Xie became famous, it was not Cui Langzhong who suffered the most in Beijing, but his husband. Anyone who mentions this prodigy of Qian'an has to talk behind his back, he is delaying the age of the former gentleman.
Mr. Lu didn't even go out to eat at banquets this year, and he was full of anger when he sat at home. Fortunately, Cui Langzhong has not resigned from his pavilion, otherwise he would lose the reputation of "the master thinks that he is ignorant, afraid that he will delay the remaining two sons", and he will really not be able to stay in Beijing.
Before meeting today, he had already moved Li Jing's heart. He just wanted to see Cui Xie again, leave the restaurant in person, and leave with a backbone. But seeing this student who is now wearing the halo of a small three-yuan case, and who has grown a little more graceful in the air, and so earnestly persuaded him to stay, he couldn't help but feel a little tempted, and he was reluctant to leave.
Even if the student is not serious about studying with him, it would be good to only teach some science.
He hesitated so much, so he asked Cui Xie to hold him down, poured wine to apologize, and persuaded him to stay. Mr. Lu ate a few glasses of wine on the spot, agreed to stay at Cui's house, and borrowed the wine to cover his face, insisting that Cui Xie took time to learn something with him.
Cui Xie is now completely exam-oriented learning, how can he have the time and mind to engage in philosophy? Then he bargained and said that he wanted to learn painting from him, and by the way, Cui Qi was also inserted, and Mr. Please even taught him.
Mr. Lu was about to give him an irritated laugh: "Drawing is just a little skill that makes you feel free, so you can learn it from me? Looking back, I met the same year, so it's hard to say that it's not worthy of me to give you the Cui Mansion as a Western chair. Can you be a painter?"
He wanted to get up, seeing Cui Xie's hand on the table, thinking about his strength, and feeling that he couldn't get up, so he just sat there and stared at him.
Cui Xie sighed: "The student is still young and has little knowledge, so I'm afraid that I can't understand the science and will make the teacher angry. Besides, the Guozijian has a lot of schoolwork, and the student has to take care of the family's affairs. me."
Mr. Lu knew the situation at their home, and remembered that he was a young boy who had to study and take care of such a big family. He couldn't get home until dinner time. If I had to give him any more homework, I was afraid it would break his spine.
Well, let him take a step back as a gentleman.
Mr. Lu said: "Since I've made a western seat for your family, I can only listen to Dongweng's arrangement, how can I screw it with you. I will teach the students who should be taught, but you have to come to me every three or five days. Listen to a class here. I won't teach you any principles of style, and now it's not my turn to lecture on classics... Have you learned poetry from Mr. Lin?"
He also wanted Cui Xie to memorize a song, listening to Mr. Lin's revision of the poem, which was not neat and deep, and had to pick out some faults, so that he could revise and give pointers.
But Cui Xie didn't even bother to memorize the poem that should be made, so he got up to drink and said, "Student is stupid, he has never learned to write poetry before, and Mr. Lao will teach him in the future."