Fang Jun had a very comfortable life these two days.
Mrs. Lu was afraid that her son would be injured internally in a fight, and because of the boy's character, he would never say anything, so he ordered the kitchen to prepare food in different ways, bringing in whatever was needed, which made Fang Jun's little face turn red.
The little maid Qiao'er seemed to feel that she didn't take enough care of the young master and failed to fulfill her duties as a personal maid, so she served her very conscientiously these days. It really made Fang Junche happy to ask someone to open his mouth and stretch out his hands. I thoroughly enjoyed the corrupt life of a feudal landlord's young master.
Qiao'er was very pleased to see that the young master's complexion was getting better and better day by day. The only complaint was that the young master refused to let her make tea for him. You must know that she secretly learned several tricks from the grandmother beside the madam... …
The eldest brother Fang Yizhi also came to visit and give a few words of encouragement.
Fang Yizhi is several years older than Fang Jun. He got married last year and lives in another courtyard. In addition, the two brothers have very different personalities. They don't have much contact or conversation with each other, and there is a generation gap...
Fang Yizhi was a sincere gentleman. He followed the rules, did not do anything out of the ordinary, and did not say unnecessary words. His words to advise Fang Jun to study were the same, which made Fang Jun confused and confused.
Seeing this, Fang Yizhi just lamented that "rotten wood cannot be carved" and left in disappointment.
Overall, it seems pretty good to experience ancient life.
The only regret is that I haven't heard any rumors about His Majesty's decision to cancel the wedding.
This always left a shadow in Fang Jun's heart.
It doesn't take a day to freeze three feet of ice, and it doesn't take a day to break through a stone. It seems that the road to breaking off the engagement is still long.
There were four treasures of the study on the table. Fang Junxian was very bored. He thought of the day when Fu Zhoufu saw his "Zhao Ti" in the Chang'a County Yamen and was so shocked that he became interested. In exchange for Qiaoer grinding, he practiced calligraphy on rice paper. .
"The divorce has not yet been successful, gays and lesbians still have to work hard..."
"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down..."
I wrote two words in a row, and the more I wrote, the better I got, so I wrote another couplet.
"Those who are determined will eventually succeed. A hundred and two Qin passes will eventually belong to Chu?"
The Zhao style calligraphy has reduced complexity and simplified it, transforming the past into the present. His writing style does not contain ambiguity and is not deliberately mysterious. The strokes of starting, moving and finishing the strokes are very clear.
The last couplet written by Pu Songling is particularly brilliant. It can be regarded as the highest level of Fang Jun. It has the charm of Zhao Mengfu, which is 70% to 80%. Fang Jun is extremely satisfied.
However, thinking that if this picture was circulated, it might make me unexpectedly become a "literary man" and lead to setbacks in breaking off the engagement, so I had to destroy the body and eliminate all traces.
"Qiao'er, burn them all."
Roll it up into a ball and let the little maid handle it.
"oh."
The little maid agreed a little strangely. Qiao'er knew a few words, but she couldn't understand Zhao Tifang's body, but she still knew whether it looked good or not. In her opinion, the young master's handwriting is extremely beautiful, not much worse than those of so-called famous writers. It would be a pity to burn it.
But the young master gave the order, so she had no choice but to clean it up and take it out to find a brazier to burn. There is a brazier in the study, but it would be bad if it makes the room full of smoke.
Qiao'er went out, turned out of the yard and walked towards the kitchen. She happened to meet Fang Yizhi who was walking towards her. She quickly bowed slightly and said, "I've met Da Lang."
Fang Yizhi was a very humble person and had no airs about his servants, so he asked, "Is your young master in the study? Hey, what are you holding in your hand?"
Scholars are very fond of things like pens, inks, paper and inkstones. When they saw the rice paper balled up in Qiao'er's hand, they were a little unhappy, thinking that the little maid had ruined the good rice paper.
Qiao'er quickly said: "It's what Erlang just wrote. I ordered my slave to take it and burn it."
Fang Yi asked curiously: "Why do you want to burn it?"
Qiao'er looked silly and cute: "I don't even know this..."
Fang Yizhi said: "Bring it to me and have a look." He was very curious. Could it be that his second brother had written something treacherous and treasonous, so he wanted to burn it?
Qiao'er quickly handed the rice paper to Fang Yizhi.
Fang Yi came over and straightened his eyes a little.
The ink on the rice paper is dripping, and each font suddenly comes into view. The appearance is round and the bones are connotated. The stipples are vigorous and vigorous, and the structure is broad and beautiful. The stipples echo each other very closely. They appear soft on the outside but strong on the inside. The shape is elegant and elegant. Strong frame.
Fang Yizhi was a little dumbfounded and murmured: "The divorce has not yet been successful, comrades still have to work hard... For those who are determined, things can turn into ruins and the boat will sink for a hundred and two. The Qin Pass will eventually belong to Chu?" Wu...the lyrics are good and the calligraphy is even better. Is this written by the second brother?"
Qiao'er replied: "Well, it was written by Erlang himself, and my slave was grinding it just now."
The little maid felt a little proud. Dalang was famous throughout Chang'an City for his good knowledge. If even he said it was good, then it was really good! I didn't expect that Erlang, who was usually silent, could write so well.
Fang Yizhi went with her and praised: "I always thought that my second brother was uneducated and had never seen him write, but it turns out that he can write such good calligraphy and compose such a good poem. My brother is so talented." , I might as well have more..."
As he said that, he actually took a few pieces of rice paper and turned back. While walking and looking, he almost hit the courtyard wall without knowing it. If Qiaoer hadn't screamed, he would have hit his head and suffered a bloody injury...
There was no way, these words had a huge impact on Fang Yizhi.
In this era when the imperial examination was not yet prosperous, a man who could write well and speak well was a man of culture. If he could stand on his own, he could be called a literary giant.
Fang Jun's writing was excellent. In Fang Yizhi's opinion, it would not be an exaggeration to call him a literary giant.
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In the study, Fang Jun was giving instructions to Fang Sihai.
"Look at this map. I drew it based on a wandering Taoist priest's dictation. There may be some discrepancies with the actual situation, but it won't be too big."
Fang Jun pointed to the map drawn on rice paper with a brush on the desk and gave Fang Sihai a detailed explanation.
"...Here in the Wuyi Mountains, there should be a Zen temple called Tianxin Yongle Zen Temple. It may not be that name, but that is not important. What is important is a canyon not far from here. This place is called Jiulong Nest. , the cliffs on both sides of the canyon are continuous and undulating, nine-shaped like a dragon, so the locals compare the canyon to the cave of a swimming dragon, hence the name. The purpose of your visit is to stand on the cliffs on both sides of this canyon. Looking for some tea trees..."
Fang Sihai looked at the map, scratched his head and said, "This looks like the Jianzhou Prefecture on Jiangnan East Road."
Fang Junqi asked: "Do you know this place?"
Fang Sihai shook his head: "I haven't seen it, but the inspector Geng Wenzhong was convicted the year before last. Fortunately, the master begged His Majesty, and he was just transferred to another place. Before I left, I came to say goodbye to the master. I occasionally heard that Mr. Geng was the one who served. Prefect of Jianzhou."
Fang Jun was overjoyed: "It's just right. If you take Fang's seal and go straight to Geng Wenzhong, and ask him to help, you will get twice the result with half the effort."
Fang Sihai immediately agreed, but his heart was pounding: Erlang stole the master's fuse. Once the incident happens, I wonder if the master will beat me to death...
However, as the son of the old housekeeper of the Fang Mansion, he prides himself on being the best among the second generation servants of the Fang Mansion, and he does not hesitate to do things for the second young master.
Will there not be two young masters in charge of this family in the future? Although the second young master is a little dull, he will be the master in the future. As long as the second young master says a few more nice words, we will be the future housekeepers...
Yes, Fang Jun asked Fang Sihai to go to Wuyi Mountain to look for Dahongpao.
Fang Jun doesn't have much ambition. He has his father, Fang Xuanling, behind him. Although he is not the richest man in the world, at least he has a rich family and a worry-free life, so he doesn't have to worry about making money.
Today is the emperor of the ages, His Majesty the "Khan of Heaven" Li Er. Fang Jun is not tired of living yet, but he does not dare to rebel under the nose of this outstanding man...
If you don't dare to have any political demands and don't have to worry about the economy, then the most important thing is how to improve your living standard to a level that satisfies you and how to live a comfortable life in the Tang Dynasty. .
