Since those excellent model essays were posted and interpreted in depth, Cui Xie became a little popular on campus and really became a little celebrity. There are also many people who came to him specially after reading the article, just to observe what a person who could write such an article looked like.
He arrived late and returned early in the past two days. After class at noon, he went straight to the instructor's duty room. He wanted to cover his face with his sleeves while walking. But in Chinese studies, attention is paid to appearance, and you have to walk well, otherwise you will have to be dragged to the Shengyan Hall to decide. He was also very good-looking, and he could be seen in the eyes of a group of 20 or 30-year-old Juren prison students, so he would be surrounded by people from time to time.
The older the superintendent, the more he likes to tease him, the one who thinks he can be his elder, the more he likes to tease him, and when he catches him, he asks, "Xiao Cui, can you tell us about your 'advance to ritual music' in detail. ideas?"
"Brother Hezhong, what do you think is better or worse in your article and Brother Zichong?"
"After we read the masterpiece, I deeply felt that the future generations were terrifying. Unfortunately, there was only one article 'Advanced in Ritual and Music' posted under the corridor. I don't know how Cui Xiandi wrote the article 'The Son of Heaven'? Can you still recite it and give it to me?"
When he was studying in Qian'an, Mr. Lin was a scholar, and the scholars in the county were all his teachers. When he read his articles, he always drew circles to teach him how to change here and how to change there. Whoever wants to enter the Guozijian, this group of teachers and elders not only refused to change the article for him, but also praised him how well he wrote, wishing he could memorize it, and even write one according to his structure and intention. articles.
That sour feeling is really indescribable.
Fortunately, the paper can be torn off after hanging for three days, and this trend will always pass. With the support of this idea, Cui Xie returned home every day to adjust his mentality and gradually adjusted to the life of a school celebrity.
But the troubles after becoming popular don't stop there.
Those who inquired about articles always left satisfied, and those who borrowed notes were only polite when they took their notebooks. They didn't disturb his normal life much, but the ones who were most afraid were those who were interested in him.
Those people put on the appearance of loving elders, from reading to asking about his family's family background, from his grandparents to his younger brothers and sisters, to Jingli and then to Qian'an, how did he live, who was around him... Finally, cover up. He asked, "My virtuous brother hasn't gotten married yet, but is there a marriage contract?"
The eyes of those who questioned all had blue light. Cui Xie had an intuition that as long as he said "no", he would immediately be put on red clothes and carried into the bridal chamber.
"This... my family..." He didn't know whether to make up a doll first, or to say that he should not marry early. Just as he was hesitating, Zhang Zhaichang came over to help him out and scolded everyone: "Brother Cui Xian's marriage is decided by his parents. At his age, can he make an order privately in school? If it is already made, how can it be taken seriously? They are all people who know the book and the rites, how could they force marriage in the school?"
Saying that, they blushed and dispersed in shame.
Cui Xie was very grateful, and when everyone left, gave him a deep bow to the ground, thanking him for helping himself. Zhang Zhaichang lifted him up with a smile, waved his hand and said, "No need to thank you. I want to ask you a favor for them. I hope you don't care about today's affairs. They are also parents with a heart, for the sake of their own children. I have to apologize and ask these questions."
He sighed and smiled bitterly: "The little girl in the family is also about to get married, and I can deeply understand their painstaking efforts."
Now a girl is about to get married at fifteen or sixty-seven, and it is not easy to get married after twenty. At this age, parents will start to worry.
Cui Xie also felt the same way and said: "No, my youngest sister is 12 this year, and I was thinking of asking a female teacher to teach her for a few years, so that she can be married. What kind of gentleman can the director recognize and recommend to me? ?"
Zhang Zhaichang gave him a serious look and replied, "The little girl just reads a few books at home. It's not easy to pick a good lady. If you have the heart, I can ask you for help, but It may take a few months, don't worry."
Cui Xie smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry. My sister is not too old. I want to stay with her for two more years. If I can pass the exam then, I can hire her with great fame."
Zhang Zhaichang looked at him and said with a smile: "Yes, it's better to be a superintendent girl than to be a juren or a jinshi girl. I see that you can write such an article at a young age, and maybe you will have the blessing of a big Dengke even a small Dengke. Someone will take care of this for you."
Cui Xie shook his head with a smile, and said casually, "I just want to raise my younger siblings well and settle their life well, and let's talk about it later."
Three days later, the article posted under the corridor was removed, and there were fewer out-of-court supervisors who came to visit him. Cui Xie and his classmates borrowed and copied several other articles that were posted, and listened to those comments mixed with comments on his own articles with a shyness.
After listening to several different seniors analyze his article, he felt that the article, like the others, was written by others. There are foreshadowings and metaphors everywhere in the article, and the interpretation made him feel a sense of strangeness. After reading it a few times according to the meaning explained by the classmates and supervisors, he has a different idea and gain.
This brainwashing is awesome.
He memorized all those articles, drew a tree diagram to summarize the writing ideas and ideas of each article, and rewrote several articles according to different ideas to expand his thinking.
The husband said that his articles are long in arguments and momentum, which must be maintained. If the argumentation is thorough, and the literary talent can be refined, the article can be improved to a higher level; if you cannot maintain the best strengths, you will definitely not be able to match the literary talent with those Ming Dynasty scholars who are proficient in poetry, lyrics and music.
But he has already been on the list, and he has asked all the supervisors to greet people who have almost greeted them once, so he can't fall any further.
Although it is very shameful to be criticized by the supervisor in public, to be compared with other seniors by classmates, and to be watched by others... But if it is on the list this time, it will be even more embarrassing if it is not posted again and again in the future. When someone mentions him, will they think his first article is an attack on an old article or someone else's? Even if he doesn't think that way, don't he think he's getting carried away, and he won't study hard after being on the list once
Cui Xie sighed deeply, closed his eyes and read "Zhu Ziyu Lei" intensively, digging deeper into the meaning of the chapters and sentences in the Four Books. When I was very tired, I got up and turned around, opened it and looked at a pair of beautiful pictures hanging on the wall of the room.
The two pictures are put together: a picture of Xiao Qiao in white, facing to the right, holding a sword scabbard in both hands and passing it to the front; a picture of Mrs. Sun in red, drawing the sword from the scabbard with her left hand, as if she was hunched over. Want to dance. Xiao Qiao naturally drew according to He Qing, but his impression of the old version of Mrs. Sun was a little blurry. He only remembered that she was a bright and magnificent beauty.
Now I put on a red dance costume, which is even more gorgeous and thrilling. It is just a red and white rose against He Qing's Xiao Qiao, which is enough for readers to tear it apart for a few years.
The 61st time is when Zhao Yun cuts off the river and seizes A Dou. After hanging up for Mrs. Sun for a few days, it is time to advertise the new book in 12 volumes.
Looking at these two pictures of beauties that are either gentle like water or gorgeous and compelling, he seems to see that after the opening of the new store, the customers in Beijing are also competing with the old store in Qian'an to buy picture books. His eyes were no longer sore, his brain was no longer swollen, and his spirits were uplifted.
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Ten days after the Cui's Nanhuo Store was cleared, it closed on a daily basis. Adjacent neighbors and people who came to buy things watched the guy put down the signboard and put wooden boards on the doors and windows. It was really a gesture of closing the door. Since the old goods have been burned in the store, aren't they selling more and more every day, wouldn't it be good to keep driving like this?"
Cui Liangdong stood outside the door and sighed, "We don't want to close it either, but our son is faithful, and he said that it will only be sold for ten days, and it can't be delayed for a day. Anything that is too much will be sent to the nursing home. Our shop will be owned by others from tomorrow onwards, thanks to the care of our neighbors over the years, there are a few things here to thank you."
The shop clerk dragged out a box of wine, vinegar, soy sauce, dried and fresh fruit, snacks and dried goods from the side door and distributed them to the neighbors. Neighbors and people who came to buy things praised: "The owner of this house is really a charitable man, and this servant is also a righteous servant."
Although there will be no cheap things to buy in the future, but there has been a lot of fun from his house in the past two days, and it is a good thing to watch. The owner of the house finally gave them away things, which also shows the love of the neighbors. .
Guy Cui planned to pull out two carts from the yard with more than 80 taels of food and seasonings, circled half of the capital, and drove slowly toward the South Guan Nursing Home. Neighbors and neighbors also went all the way around with them, telling the idlers on the roadside that their family wanted to donate money to the elderly.
Along the way, more and more people followed, and the news spread farther and farther. Half the city knew that Cui's South Goods Store was closed. Those who didn't sell the goods refused to set up a stall to sell again, and sent them directly to the nursing home outside the city. .
I don’t know how many people regret not buying more things from his house; some people criticize the owner of this house for not being able to do business, and they would rather give up good things than sell them at a discount to those who are willing to pay. And when those village elders and scholars heard the news, out of political correctness, they all praised their family for charity and benevolence, helping the poor and helping the poor.
The news spread wildly for two days, and the whole city was talking about this shop that was originally silent and the goods were mediocre, but suddenly burned old goods at the closing door, donated to the elderly, and exploded like fireworks. There are still many people lingering outside the closed store, wanting to see who took over the store, what business the new owner does, and whether he has the kindness and character of the young master of the Cui family.
Two days later, they finally waited for the convoy coming from outside the city.
Two unremarkable middle-aged men in cocoon shirts got out of the car, knocked on the side door silently, and handed over to a young man guarding the store.
These people are like servants taught strictly by everyone. They don't talk much. When the neighbors ask anything, they only answer: "We'll find out later."
Where are these idlers willing to wait, and seeing that they don't say anything, they will look at the side door by themselves. It's just that the side door is too far from the unloading place. After watching for a long time, I can only see the guys in the car get down and move a lot of weird museum shelves with upright sides and forward leanings into the store, and then a few people carry a box of boxes. Items with yellow paper seals come down.
They couldn't see what was in the box. They could only see that the shopkeeper had spread long boards and logs on the ground and pushed the heavy box hard into the back door of the store.
After several large cars entered, the side door of the yard was closed by the guy who guarded the store from the inside. There was nothing to watch, and there was no way to ask those guys, so he had to go back to the front door.
The front door was already open, and the doors and windows were wide open, revealing an empty lobby. The front of the store was crowded with people, and there was no place for them to stand. These people couldn't squeeze into the crowd, and they hurriedly shouted from behind: "All the villagers, let us go, we came first, but we were delayed for a while at the side door of his house. What is there for sale, let us see it too. One glance!"
The people in front just squeeze in front of the store, whoever is willing to let it go.
They had to squeeze forward, squeezing and scolding the person in front of them who had never seen the world, and they could squeeze like this for something. They squeezed so that their towel and hat were also dropped, their shoes and feet were also dirty, and the small pendants on their clothes were missing. Finally, they approached the door and saw the picture hanging on the wall from the gap between the head and the hat.
Just glanced at the incomplete picture, and it was worth the stepping and squeezing on the way in.
The beautiful women in the painting are Xiao Qiao and Mrs. Sun who they have seen many times in "Six Talents Commenting on the Three Kingdoms", and bought a painting note to enjoy them. At this time, the painting was made life-size and hung on the wall, like two real beauties standing behind the counter.
The beauty's face is not as thick as in the book, and her cheeks are dizzy. She only has light sandalwood makeup and white powder on her forehead. The person who could see clearly in front shouted: "The one in white is Xiao Qiao, and the one in red is Mrs. Sun, the color is really like a stranger, it is heartbreaking to watch! Born in troubled times, it is a pity that Wu Guo is a pair of absolute beauties! "