After the cold dew in September, the speed of the weather cooling became more and more obvious. When the heavy rain fell, the city of Jiangning seemed to be foggy. The rain in late autumn is not as noisy as summer, and it seems to carry the chill of the approaching winter, and every shred of it will seep into one's clothes.
When walking across the wooden bridge across the small alley, Ning Yi patted the water stains on the robe. In such a rainy day, wearing a robe is actually a bit of a hindrance. Relatively speaking, Xiaochan, who trotted over from the rear, is much better. When she came out on a rainy day, she didn't wear a skirt, but a blouse with lake green lace and trousers. As usual, there is a cute Baotou on his head, light blue embroidered shoes under his feet, and his suit is very light. He probably fell behind to buy something. At this time, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella, bypassing the puddles on the side of the road, and flying like swallows. coming.
"Uncle, uncle, wait for me."
"What's wrong?"
"I bought something." Running in front of Ning Yi, Xiaochan smiled and took out a booklet, "I passed by the store over there just now and saw that this book is new, my uncle may not have read it, so I bought it. coming."
It was a new vernacular book on the market, look at the name, it was called "Ghost Fox Romance". Such words are quite common in this era, and the words and sentences are relatively easy to understand. Some are historical legends, and some are love stories from folklore, especially the love legends of various ghosts and ghosts. After going out, the storyteller will take it to the teahouse and tavern to tell the story. Ning Yi has seen these a lot during this time, and Xiaochan also kept it in mind. Sometimes when she sees a new one, she will buy it and take it home.
These kinds of stories are not as good as modern stories in terms of entertainment, but they are also taller than short ones. When they are bored, they flip through them. After all, they are ancient texts, and they can also integrate themselves into the atmosphere of this era. Ning Yi took it with a smile at this time, flipped it over, and Xiaochan followed behind and talked while walking.
"At noon, what that person said was really hateful, Xiaochan really wanted to go up and scold him."
"Um."
"If you don't know anything, you will guess blindly, and you dare to brag about what kind of talent you are in the restaurant. Such a person will not be able to pass the exam."
"Um."
"Auntie, Xiaochan is fighting for you. That person is talking bad about you, okay?"
"what is the relationship?"
"How could it be okay, this person... Hmph, alright, alright, I know my uncle doesn't care what these vulgar people say, but Xiaochan doesn't feel comfortable listening to it, after all, it's insulting uncle's reputation. A poem scolds him, and Xiaochan takes it and hits him directly on the head!"
"Oh, he doesn't know me." Ning Yi turned the page, "I'm sitting next to him."
"That's what makes me angry..."
It's been nearly a month since the Mid-Autumn Festival's poetry meeting, and the public opinion about the water tune has been changing until now. In the first ten days, the evaluation of this poem has almost reached its peak. , The curiosity and discussion about Ning Yi was also the most during that time, and then... this public opinion quickly descended and began to develop in a deeper and more specific direction.
After all, the popularity of such public opinion in the market has its own time. For many small people, they may still pay attention to what happened in the poetry festival in about ten days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then, other things This will gradually cover the heat, and life itself is busy and hasty. When the frequency of these people mentioning that matter decreases, there will be fewer discussions about this matter that can be heard on weekdays.
More admiration and doubts began to focus on batches of scholars. The influence of the lyric "Shui Diao Ge Tou" was still being passed around constantly - through the oral letters of these scholars, but for Ning Yi. The doubts and speculations, but stayed within the scope of Jiangning. For example, when a scholar in Tokyo listened to the song of the water tune, his admiration would not be weakened, but he would not be too high on who Ning Yi was and whether Ning Yi could write the poem. Heart, after all—too far.
The Wu Dynasty was similar to the Song Dynasty, Confucianism reached its peak, and the literati accounted for a considerable proportion in society. This considerable amount is also for the previous millennium. Even if this is the dynasty with the most literati in history, compared with the modern times where Ning Yi lived, this proportion is really too small. Therefore, in less than a month, I feel The things that have been in the past have quieted down—of course, like this noon today, there is a chance of overheard a few literati questioning voices while eating out. Naturally, there is also a chance.
After talking to Mr. Qin and Mr. Kang that day, Mr. Kang probably felt that the promotion on the Mid-Autumn Festival was a bit redundant, and he helped Ning Yi with activities afterwards. It is said that some students who wanted to come to Ning Yi for advice were accepted. reprimand of Mr. In the past few months, there have been many invitations to various gatherings, but all the invitations were ignored by Ning Yi, and there were only three groups of people who really came to ask for advice. Ning Yi was teaching the Analects to the children, so he first found a topic: "Have a taste of saying that half of the Analects govern the world. I heard Brother Ning explain this way today. I think he has a lot of knowledge, but I don't know what to do with xxx?"
This is considered habitual thinking. When you see what the other party is saying, you will find something from it. For the four books and other serious books, Ning Yi has read it several times, but he is still prepared. He has been nurtured in the era of modern knowledge explosion, even if He casually said the last paragraph, grasping the key points and making people think. Since these people have come here, they have naturally prepared other questions. There are also uncommon ones, but with Ning Yi's demeanor and aura, even a woman like Nie Yunzhu has to be restrained and go with him. What can these scholars do? An Analects of Confucius After answering, there was no chance to ask the rest of the questions at all. Ning Yi had to deal with leaving for a while. Others only thought that he was profound or inscrutable. After thinking about it, most of the questions could not be asked.
In addition to such group provocations, there are actually private ones. A guy named Li Pin comes over every day and seems to be very interested in the stories Ning Yi casually told, so he came to listen. After the lecture a few days ago, he Instead, I asked Ning Yi some questions, mainly about my views on those stories, and I wanted to ask Ning Yi for advice. In fact, these questions are also inseparable from the meaning of the Analects. He didn't mean to be provocative, so Ning Yi also talked to him for more than half an hour. Since then the convenience has not come.
For Ning Yi, as long as no one can convince him of his ignorance and ignorance, the outside world's suspicions about Shui Tiao's singer will not really become a stigma. When he needs this fame, he has to prove that he can Simple. Things that can be done at any time are not necessary now. He doesn't care about such things.
Among the doubts from the outside world, there were vague rumors that Taoist priests’ poems were plagiarized by Ning Yi. Not many people believed them. As for where they came from, it was naturally impossible to find out. It was expected, but after hearing it, I just laughed it off.
As for the chalk, Kang Xian made a batch in less than half a month since he said it that day, and the quality is quite good, so the process of evolving from a whiteboard to a blackboard only took more than ten days. It has been completed, so that it is much more convenient for class. Naturally, the specific results cannot be seen for a while. The process of his class is still the same: reading, paraphrasing, and storytelling. That's all, the growth of the children's enthusiasm for learning is obvious.
It's just that the lively atmosphere in the classroom is rarely seen in this era. The students like it, and the teachers mostly shake their heads. Su Chonghua said it sideways again. This time Ning Yi discussed with him for a while. This kind of teaching may be beneficial, he will not say. First, Ning Yi has the reputation of being a genius now, and he has the halo of that water tune singer, so he is not easy to manage. Second, the academy has always been ineffective, no matter how bad it is, so he can go and have a look The effect is also good.
Lectures in the morning, walking around in the afternoon, or still go to Qin Lao to play chess—of course, it must be at a time when it is not raining.
Xiaochan still followed him most of the time, and also came to the academy to listen to the class - she liked Ning Yi's storytelling, and there were all kinds of weird stories. If she went back, she could tell the two sisters to show off. some time. Ning Yi felt that she followed a little tighter, perhaps because of Su Tan'er's instruction, she wrote a water tune by herself, such a thing can be imagined, he quite understands this, but doesn't mind it.
Of course, what made him more puzzled was that his wife might indeed have found some reason to explain why he wrote that lyric. Because in the first few days, when everyone was eating, the other party's eyes were still a lot of scrutiny. Later, it changed. She focused on her work again, and the carriages came and went every day. There was no temptation in the words, which made Ning Yi a little interested: what reason did she find and accept and understand... I really can't grasp...
In addition to the same life as before, Ning Yi occasionally inquires about martial arts or internal skills. The Su family has a group of nursing homes. It is said that some people practice kung fu well. At the level of qigong, one can crack bricks and stones. As for the more miraculous internal skills, according to what he has heard so far, there should be some in this era, and some famous masters of the sect may be able to, but it is difficult to learn it.
For the time being, Ning Yi was only beginning to collect information on this matter—this was what he was most interested in. In this era, being an official, doing business, or rebelling is nothing but a system that has been played in modern times, and the interaction between people. Only martial arts can bring new ideas. If there is a chance, he really wants to get in touch with internal skills or something - just hope that it is not fake like modern times, and he is not greedy. For example, he can jump about ten feet in place, of course ... he doesn't mind two feet...
If you want to practice martial arts, you must also have a good body. Now, if you want to find a hero or something to teach yourself, it is not very reliable. Down-to-earth is the right way. So in the early morning when it didn't rain, the daily morning exercise continued, and the intensity was doubled according to the plan to achieve the maximum effect. Sit-ups, push-ups, and long-distance running. When passing by the house where Nie Yunzhu lived a few days ago, a woman in a simple dress stood there and saw him. When he ran close, she bowed and bowed, "Young Master Ning."
Ning Yi was sweating profusely and panting, struggling to make a smile, waved his hand, but couldn't say "Hi", and then... just ran over like that...
Leaving Nie Yunzhu standing there, he was stunned for a while.
But she... finally decided to come out to say hello...