Entering the door, the fragrance was lingering. Mr. Xun looked around and saw a middle-aged man in blue cloth squatting beside the Kirin stove. He was holding a fire hook to stir the fire and was struggling to pull things out from the stove. Ling Ling Scattered carbon fire spilled out and fell into the white stone sink, making a hissing sound.
Mr. Xun held his forehead and trembled with anger, "Teacher, what are you doing?" Zhou Kefa didn't respond. Instead, he continued to poke his butt and dig something into the unicorn stove. Sparks flew everywhere, and a few red stars splashed on his beard. Above, a wisp of lingering smoke rose up, and he was helpless. The angry young master had no choice but to let the teacher do what he wanted, put down his robe, calm down, and tried his best to suppress the raging anger in his mind. As a son of an aristocratic family, let alone an ordinary aristocratic family, the young master of the Xun Mansion, a great Confucian scholar who would dominate the literary world for decades, valued etiquette and demeanor above all else. The middle-aged scribe in front of me is indeed outstanding, but his behavior makes it difficult to admire him: every time he turns a book, this gentleman will dip his index finger into his mouth, moisten his fingers and then turn the pages, Master Xun Most of the old and solitary copies kept by Haosheng have become wrinkled at the corners after passing through the hands of Mr. Haosheng. Numerous sloppy habits made it difficult for him to have any respect for Mr. Zhou. Xun Yuantuo snorted coldly, and his anger descended to his heart. His throat couldn't stand the itching, and he let out a series of tearing coughs.
Mr. Zhou sighed softly, walked to the window, opened the bamboo curtain that blocked the warm spring light with one hand, and shook his head. "Earlier, you were watching the children playing Cuju, and you were fascinated by it. You didn't even know I was passing behind you, and you were so mesmerized. With your temperament and temperament, to be fair, if you become an official in the future, you will die of exhaustion sooner or later. In government affairs." His attitude changed, and the gentleman said happily: "But since you are aware of all the shortcomings in your own existence, I think you will pay more attention to it in the future, which is a good thing." The bamboo curtain opened wide, and warm gold powder was sprinkled on Mr. Xun. In the room, the Kirin furnace is also coated with a layer of spirit, making it very vivid. Master peeked into his thoughts, Mr. The numbers gradually became clearer in my mind.
The gentleman nodded with satisfaction, then went to the table and leaned over, placing the object in his hand into the celadon bowl, his hands burning red. Mr. Xun next to him was stunned when he saw this. He was so angry when he entered the door. He didn't notice when there was a porcelain bowl on the table. He stretched his head to look at it in a mocking manner. In the bowl, there were dozens of white and milky white nuts, stacked on top of each other. Put them into a small pile, each one is as plump as a longan, without even a hint of color, and the fragrant smell in the house comes from this pile of ginkgo fruits. Even though Mr. Xun was well-informed, he couldn't find the ancient book that recorded the name of this thing in his mind for a while. His eyes were full of suspicion, and he asked the still possessed Mr. Zhou with his eyes. "The name of this thing is Zhuyu Millet, which first came from "Dao Zai Wu Tiao" written by Xu Jingyan of the previous dynasty. There is a paragraph in the article that reads: Spring is especially suitable for nourishing the liver and spleen, but it is also suitable for nourishing the five internal organs. The lung fire is difficult to vent, and there are five kinds of food near the river. The winter buds and spring fruits of the Zhangzhu tree are very magical. If you wear clothes, they will look like jade. If you burn the clothes and take them soaked in water, they can dispel lung fire and replenish vitality. It is said to be millet, but it is actually just a kind of fruit. I have seen it in the past two days. You have lost a lot of weight. I was walking around after noon yesterday, and I happened to find these for you to clear your lungs and fire." When talking about walking around, the gentleman's face was not natural: Near Qingchai County, Xiaohegou There is no river yet, so where does the river come from?
"Don't talk about that, let's try this fruit first. After roasting, it is really fragrant. It makes me feel a little bitter, but it doesn't matter." The gentleman rubbed off the black shell of a pearl millet in his hand and handed it to Mr. Xun's mouth. Mr. Xun looked straight at his husband and found that his blue cloth clothes had many wrinkles and even cracked cuffs. He didn't know which miraculous doctor Xu Jingyan was. He had countless prescriptions from famous doctors. The Xun family kept them neatly. The library is more than ten feet thick. Over the years, the symptoms of weak lungs and accumulation of fire have not been alleviated. So the husband found the river by himself and climbed the tree by himself just to find him such a piece of earth. By some strange mistake, Mr. Xun did not push away his rough palm. He bit the jade millet without hesitation and started chewing it. It was fragrant and smooth in the mouth, but a bitter taste filled his lips and teeth at the end, making him frown slightly.
The gentleman patted the remaining burnt black fruit clothes on his hands and said, "Good medicine tastes bitter, but loyal advice offends the ears. It's not unreasonable." The young master nodded, rarely refuting, and respectfully asked as a disciple, "Teacher, I am studying chess." It has been several months along the way, but why can't I beat the teacher? I think I have a thorough understanding of the chess pieces, the winning and losing hands, and even the estimation of the situation. Not to mention that I can pick it up at my fingertips, but I shouldn't be so embarrassed in every game. , please ask the teacher for advice." Only then did Mr. Xun have the attitude of a disciple. He lost most of his usual pride and humbly asked for advice.
Mr. Zhou was lying by the window, picking his ears out of boredom, and said in a rather contemptuous tone: "The way of chess is the way of chess. In recent decades, scribes have strongly praised the way of chess, and they have almost confused the depth of chess skills with the level of strategy. They have completely forgotten that all the national players There are many, but it is no exaggeration to say that the great counselors who stand out from them are rare. It is not easy to govern a country and secure it. Just by swaying in a grid of seventeen horizontal and vertical lines, the unpredictable battle situation may not be able to be solved. How dare you compete with those bald old foxes in the officialdom?" These words were very new to Mr. Xun, and could even be said to be completely different from his common sense. The four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting are all world-famous literati who are skilled in this art. Every talented man in the literary world, regardless of whether he has made great achievements in articles or poems, can at least pick out one of these four arts and stand out from the rest. Only one group is right. Mr. Xun met an old painting sage when he was a child. He liked strong drinks and was an unparalleled painter. He was especially good at painting tigers, wolves and galloping horses. When he was traveling in the mountains and rivers, he came to Qingchai to stay for a few days. The county magistrate persuaded him to take him to his house. When I was a guest, I drank a pot of Qing Sanqiu during the banquet. I was dizzy and angry. I painted a tiger leaping into a stream on the south wall. The image was realistic and sassy, as if it wanted to come out through the wall and choose people to devour. But there was a fly in the ointment, the tiger's head. The word "王" on it is not drawn. Later, people asked the painting sage why he did not paint the word "王". The painting sage shook his head and smiled, saying that Qingchai was a small place and the patrol officers did not have the ability to hunt tigers. All these beautiful words were looked down upon by the teacher.
Ignoring the student's wandering thoughts, Mr. Zhou threw a piece of pearl into his mouth and continued speaking incoherently, "Being proficient in the four arts does not mean that you can really do a good job in officialdom, nor does it mean that you are outstanding in the literary world. There was an old man who was buried up to his nose, and everyone in the literary world knew about him. He was a bad hand at calligraphy. If he wanted to win at chess, he could only rely on regrets. He could play the piano and the harp in nine of the ten, but he was still in court. He is famous in the hall and dominates the literary world."
Astonished, Mr. Xun hurriedly asked for advice: "May I ask the teacher, what does it mean to have ten orifices open to nine apertures?" The middle-aged man touched his goatee and said helplessly: "You know nothing. Apprentice, in a while, I will go with my teacher to learn about the world. The customs and worldly sayings of various places are too ignorant."
"In this way, in fact, the literary world can no longer be called a literary world. A student from a poor family who studies hard will end up as a petty official at most. If he has anything to do with the officialdom of aristocratic families..." At this point, the gentleman waved his hand vigorously, as if to say something. As if to disperse something, he spoke again after a while.
"I'm way off topic, let's talk about playing chess. I think what you can understand from the chessboard, or what can teach you, is to choose the most feasible and appropriate path from many options within a limited time. One step will determine the outcome. Lianqi is on the same branch, there are more than 200 points of the nine-star Tianyuan, and the thunder will not move after the move. Don't be immersed in chess skills these days. In your spare time, think about these three chess pattern rules and what you can get from them. If you are capable, let’s talk about chess skills.”
The husband went out without any delay. Mr. Xun sat in the sunshine of the setting sun. The shadows around him appeared from nothing, like branches sprouting new buds, slowly growing longer. He picked up the porcelain bowl. The water had already been soaked, and there was still a little bit of extremely black peel at the bottom of the water, mixed with the white grains. The ripples looked like the black and white pieces on a chessboard.
"It tastes good." The young master is like a jade, with a soft smile.
