There are many literati in Mocheng, and most of them do have a lot of literary talent. Articles and poems appear frequently, and most of them are excellent works. They are especially good at using ancient words and old rhymes, and are extremely neat and elegant without losing their splendor and purity. If spread to the outside world, it will definitely cause a shock in the Qiling literary world.
This is understandable. Every family is rich and has no worries about food and clothing. Apart from studying knowledge and poetry, there seems to be nothing else to do. Moreover, there are many old people in the city who are full of knowledge. From generation to generation, the natural city Chinese ink The gas is extremely strong.
As a result, elegant music such as silk, bamboo, orchestral music, etc. naturally flourished, and there were even a group of people who were addicted to music and dedicated themselves to playing music and performing rituals. In the eyes of the elderly, this was a ridiculous behavior, so they probably suffered at the hands of their elders. , abandoned pleasure to study literature, and devoted himself to studying knowledge.
However, there are always those stubborn people who would rather move out of their homes than destroy the strings on their hands. So among the few professions in the city, the profession of musician was added. Over many generations, musicianship even evolved into a profession with a very high status in Mocheng.
Every family in the city is wealthy, and the musicians don't have to worry about food and clothing. Many musicians still study articles on weekdays, and only play music during banquets and banquets. Looking at their status, most of them are no lower than the family that hired the musician. He is called a musician, but in fact he just likes to play music. As for going to the master's house to play, it is just a casual thing, and he does not expect to make a living or get any benefits from it. The so-called salary is like borrowing an original volume from the master's house and reading it. A few days ago, I saw a scroll in the owner's house. I borrowed it back to the house and copied it for two days, and then returned it to the original.
Nowadays, there are naturally musicians in the Ruan Mansion, but the difference is that these musicians all live in the courtyard of the mansion. It is not that they have no house to live in, but they can come and go at will in the Ruan Family Library.
The Ruan Family Library was not built in the Ruan Mansion, but thousands of steps away from the City Lord's Mansion. It was divided into nine floors and covered an extremely large area. Compared with the City Lord's Mansion not far away, the latter looked extremely shabby. In fact, this is also the instruction of the city lord, aiming to make the scholars in the city understand a truth.
All kinds of inferiors, even the lord of a desert city, or the emperors and generals of the outside world, are nothing more than a speck of dust in the mountains of books and the sea of learning.
No one knows how many books the Ruan family has in total. I am afraid that only a very few people, including the city lord, have a vague idea of the number. There are rumors in the market that none of these musicians could close their lips and teeth the moment they stepped into the library: only the ancient bamboo slips occupied three floors. Looking up, every other room in the sandalwood ancient shelf There is a roll of bamboo slips within the width of a fist. In such a wide area, there are more than thousands of bamboo slips?
So many years later, after the musicians of the Ruan family passed away, countless scholars who were proficient in silk and bamboo orchestral music came to the house to apply for the job. It was a grand occasion when they came back, not for anything else but to see the vast sea of scrolls in the library.
This was the case at the moment. The sound of the Ruan Mansion's silk and bamboo orchestras lingered endlessly, filling the large and luxurious mansion. In the twilight, amid the luxury and luxury, there was an unexplainable sense of desolation.
"In that case, why didn't the palace master go and tell the city lord personally, but instead acted in this way?" The young hero who was sitting very casually waved his hands, with a hint of helplessness in his expression, "Tang thinks he is helpless. He is incompetent, and his only wish in life is to travel around the world. Occasionally, he can make two or three blows when he sees injustice, but that's it. It is really unwise to hand over half of such a big business to a charlatan. I think that maid is good. It's better to leave it to her to take care of it."
Ruan Qiubai put down the tea tray in his hand and was silent for a while. He spoke after a long time, "Although Ling'er's temperament is shrewd, she is still too out-of-touch. Moreover, she lacks composure. Besides, staying here is not a good thing for her."
"Is it possible that this is a good thing for me? The palace master's thoughts are indeed very comparable to those of other people." Tang Bufeng teased, "If I am imprisoned in the city all day long, it will not be as satisfying as if I died in a martial arts competition."
"Sure enough, dad is right. The prettier the naughty child is, the more vicious his thoughts will be. If I had known this, I might as well have gone to Brother Yun to drink two pots, which would have wasted a lot of effort." The young hero stood up and held the long knife in his arms. With him in his arms, he left the main hall and went straight towards the gate of the mansion.
Just before going out, Tang Bufeng stopped at the fist pile, silently pulled out the long knife, waved it twice against the fist pile, the sword flashed, and then strode away without making any other moves.
No matter who looked at it, both parties ended the interview on bad terms.
Zhu Ling came slowly from the side room and called to the musicians who were still interested in putting away the harps and pipa. Ruan Qiubai stopped halfway and said, "Master, what should we do in the future?"
Ruan Qiubai frowned, bit her lower lip slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Logically speaking, if the host and guest had a great time meeting each other for the first time, there would be room for change, but this time the conversation clearly ended on bad terms. I’m afraid he won’t be able to easily set foot in the Ruan Mansion in the future.”
"If we were to investigate, I was still impulsive and threw a few punches at him. It was extremely difficult to open my mouth. As a result, the beginning was a bad start." Ruan Qiubai walked towards the Lujin Fist Stall with a frown on his face.
The fist stake was made by Ruan Ding himself. It was made of old Xin wood, which was one of the few in the city, and was cut axe by axe. It was extremely tough. It was hit countless times with Ruan Qiubai's soft and dark fists. After many years of use, it is still in good shape, with no signs of breakage or distortion.
But the moment the Ruan family leader touched the fist pile, his expression couldn't help but become clear.
After a deer tendon is ruptured, if it is dried by the hot sun, there will always be some uneven hard stubble at the break. When I was practicing boxing, the flesh and skin were tender, and if I was not careful, I could cut the tip of the fist and the palm, or even the brain. people. Therefore, after the boxing practice, I had to pour water on the hard stubble of the broken tendon, soak it until soft, and then grind it flat, so as not to hurt my hand the next time I practice boxing.
There have been a lot of things going on in the city recently, and it coincides with the end of August. The Ruan family library opens its doors to welcome scholars in the city for ten days. It is the most lively time in the city except for New Year's Day and other festivals. After going back and forth, the matter of soaking in water was delayed.
She clearly remembered that yesterday the fist pile was covered with broken thorns of deer sinew, but now it was extremely flat.
It turned out that the young hero who seemed to be acting ridiculously stopped here for a moment before going out, and quietly wiped out the cracked tendons in the fist pile with a long knife.
"Miss?" Although she was smart, Zhu Ling still didn't notice anything unusual. When she saw Ruan Qiubai standing silently in the courtyard, she called tentatively.
"Nothing. As for the rest, we will discuss it another day." Ruan Qiubai did not turn around, so Zhu Ling did not know that the look on the face of the family leader at this time was even better than usual.
"Thank you." The woman murmured.
ps. The first half may seem like a low number of words, or maybe it doesn’t matter much to the context. It just wants to introduce the origin of a musician. It can be explained clearly in a few sentences, so why do you have to go into so much foreshadowing?
I think the following sentence can be explained briefly.
All kinds of inferiors, even the lord of a desert city, or the emperors and generals of the outside world, are nothing more than a speck of dust in the mountains of books and the sea of learning.
Excluding those who seek fame and reputation, I think this is true for all scholars, or good scholars.
I want to make this world richer, so I want to tell and listen to the customs, customs, book business, tastes of the world, even building supplies, and dialects.
I will write a small side story in the last chapter. It may not have many words, and it may not have a big impact on the plot, but in line with the various phenomena in the book circle recently, I think it is necessary to write such a chapter, and it should be a sigh of relief. two.
Cool thanks.
