Ever since Shuidiao Getou was revealed by Xiaochan on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ning Yi had been staying at home and pretending to be sick. When he was bored, he would play Gomoku with Xiaochan. Today was his first day out. He went to school in the morning, and in the afternoon, he went to get the wooden board that he had asked someone to paint white. Then, he bought some charcoal. On his way here, Elder Qin and Kang Xian happened to be there.
When it came to things like poems, Ning Yi didn't have any psychological barriers when he used them. The poems that he knew would be a good strategic resource now. In the future, when he was bored and wanted to do something, he could use them to create hype and increase his fame. But at this time, it was just to satisfy his vanity. It was meaningless.
In this day and age, scholars would quote from the classics. If they really wanted to make a name for themselves, they would be tested by others. For these areas, it would be useless even if they could memorize all the poems of the Tang and Song dynasties. Now, with works such as The Analects of Confucius and The University in front of him, he could explain them in vernacular and even come up with some new ideas. But he definitely did not have the talent in other areas. It was a bit early to throw out the poem. But since it had already happened, with his personality, he accepted it without a care.
To him, this was not a big problem. Take the unorthodox path, take the right path, and there were many ways to solve it. The day before yesterday, Old Great Grandfather Su, Su Boyong, and the others had called him and Su Tan 'er over to inquire about it. He casually made up a few sentences, saying that he didn't write the words himself. Who knew that by a freak combination of factors … Old Great Grandfather Su looked at him for a long time, then only smiled and said, "Now that things have come to this, it's better to keep it a secret …" The old man was very shrewd, whether he believed it or not was another matter. However, if he really was some great scholar, the Su family's position would actually be awkward. Everyone was actually guessing.
Being a scholar was not as comfortable as being a son-in-law. There was not much to do, no responsibility, and no one had too many expectations of you. So there was no pressure. Old Grandpa Su also took care of you. Only a fool would want to get rid of this kind of life. It wasn't easy for him to relax for a few months. Before anything big happened, he was determined to cling on to the identity of marrying into the family. He thought this way in his heart and found it interesting. However, if he were to tell others, he was afraid that even Xiaochan would not believe him.
In the next few days, there would certainly be rumours outside, and he could roughly guess what it was. But when Xiaochan told him about the situation of the Still water poetry meeting, he was taken aback by the name of Kang Xian, and couldn't help laughing. He knew that this old man wasn't simple, but he didn't expect him to be so famous.
After resting for a few days, he put the matter to the back of his mind and returned to his normal life. On the other hand, someone had come to Yu Shan Academy during the morning lecture. It was Yu Zixing and a few other scholars who had been reprimanded by Elder Kang. They had come to apologize.
In a sense, after being reprimanded by Kang Xian at the poetry meeting, Yu Zixing's reputation as a scholar was almost ruined. This was really an undeserved disaster. But Kang Xian still cherished his talent, and when he left, he talked to him alone and earnestly taught him. Then he found time to come and apologize. Once it was spread out, it would more or less help him build a good reputation. After all, asking for forgiveness and admitting one's mistake could also be regarded as a kind of good reputation.
Since there was a picture over there, Ning Yi also cooperated a little, acting out a show of mutual appreciation. As for invitations to attend a student gathering at a certain boat in the evening, he casually declined, and then said goodbye to the scholars and came out to get the whiteboard that had been painted.
"Zixing, this person, is still good in virtue. Although his talent is not the best, but he is also among the best." Kang Xian said with a smile. "It's just that your song title is really too good. Once this poem was written, I'm afraid that in the next few years, no one will be able to write poems about the moon. I really didn't expect that an ignorant and incompetent kid like you would have such a talent for poetry. "
"I already said that I don't understand poetry." Ning Yi took a sip of tea. "When I was young, a traveling Taoist in ragged clothes passed by my house and recited this poem, so I remembered it. That's it …"
He also said the same thing to Old Grandpa Su. At this moment, Elder Qin laughed. "I'm afraid that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe what you said."
Kang Xian also said, "This person is too mischievous, and needs to be taught a lesson … But it seems that the reputation of a scholar is quite useful. Just now, that girl's appearance and temperament are both excellent, and she actually had a pleasant conversation with you. If you can get married, haha, kid, you have to thank this old man …"
With Ning Yi's status as a son-in-law, it was really not easy for him to pick up a girl. Kang Xian was just being mischievous and teasing. Ning Yi told the story of the rescue before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the other side finally understood the ins and outs of the matter. At this time, the game between the two of them was over. The three of them sat to the side to rest. Elder Qin picked up the teacup and nodded. He was interested in something else. "Writing? So you want to write on this whiteboard with charcoal for the classroom? "
"Yes, the sand table can only write a few words at a time, and it's really troublesome to use it. After all, it's not as convenient and intuitive as writing like this."
In terms of teaching, at this time, writing on the sand table was all done in class. Usually, after writing a word, the sand table had to be flattened. The teacher was only demonstrating the writing method to the students. Under the situation where most of the knowledge was taught orally, the students were required to pay attention when the teacher was speaking. After the teacher finished speaking, the students had to work hard to memorize the lecture notes according to their own understanding. If the students were not particularly smart or particularly conscientious, it was actually quite difficult to keep up with the progress of the teaching.
Of course, for people like Elder Qin and Elder Kang, this teaching method had been going on for thousands of years, so they naturally didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. Learning was something for the upper-class people. If one wanted to become an upper-class person, how could one not want to suffer? This itself was a kind of test. Elder Qin picked up a charcoal and drew on the whiteboard. Then he frowned.
"The sand table is soft. Writing on it with a branch is the same as writing with a brush. But it's very difficult to write with charcoal. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to change it like this."
Just now, Nie Yunzhu was only paying attention to how the characters were written. However, Old Qin saw things from a different perspective. After just two strokes, he raised an objection. As a teacher, he did not use the brush technique to write in class. This matter could be big or small. After that, Old Kang also came over to give it a try. He frowned and said, "This matter needs to be handled with caution." If Ning Yi was his disciple, maybe he would have scolded him and sternly pointed out the seriousness of this matter.
Of course, Ning Yi could understand their concerns. At this time, he smiled and squatted down to pick up a charcoal. "It's not a big problem. Writing is to cultivate one's temperament. Moreover, these characters have some similarities with writing with a brush. If it's only for recording, it's not a bad idea to put it a little wider. It's also … an additional angle."
After saying so, he reached out and wrote on the whiteboard, "Red Soft Hands, Yellow Vine Wine, Two Orioles Singing on the Green Willow." This sentence was in the regular script. Then it turned into the clerical script, "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a row of egrets flying in the blue sky."
After writing these two lines, the characters turned into the Song script, "Three mountains and half fall beyond the blue sky."
Up until now, the Song script had not appeared. Elder Qin and Elder Kang looked at each other. However, in order to explain this kind of problem, it was better to use a more impactful method. In the past, when Ning Yi discussed business with others and promoted his products, he liked to use a plain but impactful method. The next line turned into a beautiful and elegant thin golden body, "Two rivers divide the egret island."
Next, he turned into cursive script, "There is a beauty in the northwest, hanging from the southeast branch."
Then, he turned into the black script, "If you want to see a thousand miles, hanging from the southeast branch."
The whiteboard was only so big. After writing in this way, he put away the charcoal. "How is it?" Elder Qin and Elder Kang laughed and scolded him.
"The words are pleasing to the eye, but the poems are really messed up …"
"It's a disgrace to literature, so annoying …"
"You're really too mischievous. Haha, what are these poems …"
Although that was what they were saying, their gazes never left the white wooden board. Occasionally, they would read it out and comment on it.
"There is a beauty in the northwest … truly ignorant and incompetent. It's clearly the beauty in the north, peerless and independent. This song comes from the Han Book and hangs from the southeast branch. Haha, could it be that you think that the northwest rhymes with the southeast …"
"Elder Kang is truly wise."
"If you were my disciple, I would have had people beat you with sticks. Even a random scribble would have affected the works of the sages. If you want to see a thousand miles, hanging from the southeast branch. Aren't you afraid that Wang Zhihuan will turn into an evil ghost and come to settle the score with you? Every line is hanging from the southeast branch. This' peacock flies to the southeast 'is really unlucky. Did the southeast branch provoke you? "
"Haha, it's just that one day, I suddenly felt that if I put these poems together, it might have a different flavor. Don't you think so, Elder Kang? There is a beauty in the northwest, hanging from the southeast branch. Raising my head to look at the bright moon, hanging from the southeast branch. Empty mountains without people, hanging from the southeast branch. Since ancient times, the sages have been lonely, hanging from the southeast branch. Since ancient times, everyone has died, why not hang from the southeast branch … "
Elder Kang shook his head. "This matter involves the sages, we must be careful." His words contained a hint of amusement, but also a hint of caution. On the other side, Elder Qin was looking at something else. At this time, he said, "When will the bright moon appear …" Elder Kang continued, "It's probably time to hang from the southeast branch …" As he spoke, he began to laugh.
Afterwards, Elder Qin took out a charcoal and pointed to the first few lines. "It's also pieced together, but I don't know where it came from. Presumably, it's an old work of Liheng. Haha, red and soft hands, yellow vine wine … the latter part isn't good. These two yellow orioles singing on the green willow, a row of egrets ascending to the blue sky should be one line … and three mountains and half fall beyond the blue sky, two rivers divide the egrets in the middle … good mood, it should be another poem …"
He used the charcoal to circle these few lines, isolating "red and soft hands, yellow vine wine" and "outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient path". After a brief look, he drew another line in the middle, feeling that these two lines should not be the same poem. Kang Xian also nodded. "It should be two." Then, he looked at Ning Yi. Ning Yi, on the other hand, was somewhat impressed. If he were to look at these twelve words in this situation, perhaps he would recognize them as a sentence from a poem. After all, it was quite neat, and the words were usually long enough to make a few twists and turns. These twelve words were not very easy to distinguish, but the two people in front of them only relied on their intuition to separate the two.
"This should be four poems. I don't know if it's the complete poem or if it's just a fragment?" Old Man Qin looked at Ning Yi and asked.
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