Another night of dense autumn rain.
When going up the mountain in the early morning, the ground was slippery. Guo Lin stayed up late yesterday to study and accidentally slipped and almost fell into the mountain stream. Fortunately, Zhang Yue's quick hands and eyes caught him.
"Brother, if I go up the mountain wearing hemp shoes like this, I won't be afraid of slipping." Zhang Yue said while eating pancakes.
Guo Lin poured water from a bamboo tube and washed his hands and said: "Hemp shoes are only worn by farmers. Although you and I are servants, we still have to maintain the dignity of scholars."
Zhang Yue sneered in his heart. He was giving letters to servants, so what dignity could he have? Now I am just an emotionless worker.
When the words came to his lips, Zhang Yue said: "What senior brother said is absolutely true."
Guo Lin smiled and said: "Let's go up the mountain!"
Green moss grows on the mountain path after the rain. When walking, if you lower your head slightly, you can touch the hanging tree branches and shake off the rainwater. But Zhang Yue liked the feeling of walking in the mountains after the rain. The mountain wind was cold, but the fragrance of vegetation reached the tip of his nose.
Guo Lin felt that the rain was bitter, but Zhang Yue felt happy.
Zhang Yue wore a coir raincoat and bamboo hat on his head. After abandoning the bamboo stick, he walked faster. As he walked, he chanted: "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. The bamboo stick is lighter than the horse with mango shoes, who is afraid?" You can live your whole life under the mist and rain."
Guo Lin followed Zhang Yue and thought carefully, "Junior brother's words are very good. Hearing the words, it sounds like he is setting a storm." But why is there no lower half? Could it be that it was not done well?
In fact, Zhang Yue, who was half a fan of Su Shi in his previous life, remembers many of his poems. However, Zhang Yue couldn't help but wonder if he traveled back in time to the same time as Su Shi. If he copied all Su Shi's poems, he would be able to become a saint in the literary world, and he would have nothing to do with him in the future.
But after thinking about it carefully, Zhang Yue felt that it was okay. The ancients wrote poems based on the time and place. They didn't have so many feelings. It was very inappropriate to burst out a sentence suddenly.
For example, "If you eat three hundred lychees a day, you will live a long life as a Lingnan native". This poem is not very outstanding, but it is very popular because it was written by Su Shi when he was demoted to Guangdong.
Su Shi was nearly sixty years old at that time, and it was difficult to return alive after being demoted in the Song Dynasty. Therefore, most of the officials who were demoted here wrote sad poems, but Su Shi's poem can be called optimistic and open-minded. Just like the "Ding Feng Bo" chanted by Zhang Yue just now, others were in a state of embarrassment while taking shelter from the rain, but Su Shi was wearing a raincoat and bamboo hat, rushing forward with extraordinary boldness.
Therefore, even if Zhang Yue writes, "Eating three hundred lychees a day, he will live a long life as a Lingnan native" is useless. Instead of doing this, it is better to avoid it early and let others get ahead.
But having said that, who was the person who demoted Su Shi to Lingnan to eat lychees?
While thinking about it carefully, the two people in front of them had arrived at Nanfeng Courtyard.
Zhang Yue and Guo Lin arrived at the pavilion door. They took off their coir raincoats and bamboo hats and hung them by the school barn.
The minister had already lit a brazier in the small room next to the pavilion door, and there was a little girl of five or six years old beside him, holding a bag of chestnuts in her hand, sitting quietly munching chestnuts.
As soon as the minister saw Zhang Yue, he said to his granddaughter: "This man is very good at counting, and he is here to teach you how to count."
The little girl glanced at Zhang Yue, shook her head and said, "I don't want to learn."
"Okay, my granddaughter won't learn if she doesn't want to learn," the minister said with a smile on his face. After standing up, he said to Zhang Yue with a straight face, "When I go to teach, you can take care of my granddaughter for me and teach her by the way." Count them."
I am a great science monk and you asked me to teach a little girl to count? Use me as free labor.
"Keep it with me and let the ministry go slowly!"
The minister nodded and left with his hands behind his hands. Zhang Yue turned his head and looked at the little girl.
The little girl continued to eat her own chestnuts as if she didn't notice Zhang Yue. She sat on the high chair and dangled her feet. After biting a piece, she spat out the chestnut peel and said, "Poof!"
Zhang Yue smiled and said: "Sister... no, what is your name?"
The little girl shook her head.
Zhang Yue gets close to you and finds that people are ignoring you.
"Ah, you call me I don't know! Then I don't know, let's learn to count!"
"I don't know if I don't know." The little girl said in a sweet voice.
Zhang Yue continued: "I don't know, we have to learn to count. Do you know how to count?"
"I don't know."
Zhang Yue said: "I'll teach you! Do you know how many chestnuts are in the bag?"
The little girl immediately counted: "I know this, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven."
Zhang Yue nodded and said with a smile: "I don't know, the number is absolutely correct."
"Then how many do we pick up? Seven minus one?"
The little girl shook her head, Zhang Yue smiled, and immediately took one from the little girl's bag and said, "How many are left now?"
As Zhang Yue spoke, he peeled a chestnut and ate it.
Mmm, so delicious.
The little girl burst into tears when she saw Zhang Yue taking action.
The little girl's voice was so loud that Zhang Yue immediately panicked. Guo Lin also came over and said, "Junior brother, you are so shameless. You even eat the little girl's things."
"Brother, you are so weird," Zhang Yue turned to the little girl and said, "I wonder why you are crying?"
"You eat...eat my chestnuts. I don't have any chestnuts anymore."
"Why not?" Zhang Yue said quickly, "Count the chestnuts in the bag to see if there are still seven. Count them quickly."
Hearing this, the little girl stopped crying, counted several times in the bag, and cried loudly: "It's not seven. It was seven just now, and now it's six."
"Do you think this is a correct count? I ate one of the original seven, and there are still six left. Seven minus one is six." Zhang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and his method of entertaining and educating was really good. so amazing.
The little girl shook her head and said, "I don't want to learn to count. I just want chestnuts. I want seven chestnuts."
The little girl was reluctant and was about to cry again. Zhang Yue said in a hurry: "Don't you want seven chestnuts? Brother, I will conjure them up for you."
"How?" The little girl looked at Zhang Yue with bright red eyes.
But Zhang Yue took another chestnut, broke it in half, put it in the bag and asked, "If you count again, will it become seven again?"
The little girl was stunned for a while, then cried again: "You are playing tricks on me!"
The cry of the little girl was heard again, and Guo Lin hurriedly said: "Junior brother, what's your bad idea? Come on, others will come over and ask. If it gets to the ears of the minister, you and I will be embarrassed."
Hearing this, Zhang Yue stretched out his hand and pointed towards Guo Lin and said, "I don't know, do you think this big brother will lie down and act like a big horse for you to ride on?"
"I can't do it, I can't do it." Guo Lin shook his head hurriedly.
…
A series of giggles sounded in the library. The little girl's clear childish voice spread far away.
"Junior brother, I'm tired, I'll let you do it!" Guo Lin said breathlessly.
"No, I'm not as tall as you. I don't know, but it's better for the big brother to ride more comfortably!"
"Comfortable."
"Do you like big brother riding a horse for you?"
"I like it when my big brother rides a horse for me."
"Senior brother, look..."
…
Soon after, the minister came to the library and saw his granddaughter playing with Zhang Yue with a smile.
Seeing a smile on the minister's face, he didn't expect that his granddaughter, who ignored no one, could play with Zhang Yue. He thought Zhang Yue would be in a hurry.
This scene was really unexpected.
"This young man is really rare." Shi Shi thought in a daze.
"Grandpa, grandpa!" the little girl rushed to Dao Shishi's side.
hehe!
The minister let out a long burst of laughter and said to Zhang Yue, "The boy is quite capable."
Zhang Yue laughed, was it easy to do everything he could to make the little girl happy?
"I don't dare to take it seriously. It's because she is well-behaved. Can we come back tomorrow?"
"Okay!" The little girl giggled again. Guo Lin, who was copying books at the side, turned extremely pale when he heard this.
"Haha, how can I waste your time..." Although the minister said this, he had already made up his mind to come back tomorrow.
In addition to copying books, Zhang Yue and Guo Lin had to sit in the library on weekdays. They were only allowed to go out when sending articles to the academic journal.
On this day, Zhang Yue sent articles to Xuelu and passed by Zhoujin Hall. The Zhoujin Hall is five rooms wide, and the two small halls facing north are used as study rooms. The front of the hall is covered with gauze-like curtains, and pairs of shoes are neatly placed on the steps of the curtains. When Zhang Yue passed by the corridor, he was watching ethnic studies students sitting on the floor in the hall, and the teacher was reciting the meaning of the scriptures orally.
Zhang Yue couldn't even understand the professor's usual lectures.
On this day, the professor happened to be talking about the Book of Changes, and Zhang Yue couldn't help but stop and listen.
"The Zhou Yi that we have learned is one of the three Yis. Before that, there were the Lianshan Yi and Gui Zang Yi. However, Lianshan Yi and Gui Zang Yi have been lost so far. Only the Zhou Yi has been handed down."
"The Book of Changes is not passed down by my Confucian sect. Dao, Mo, and Xuan all have it. Recently, some Confucian sects have interpreted it with the Tai Chi Yin Yang River diagram, but our sect still uses the human way to interpret the hexagrams. The sixty-four hexagrams of the Zhou Yi , that is, the sixty-four images, which represent the sixty-four changes in human nature. For example, the two hexagrams of Qian and Kun refer to kings and ministers, father and son."
Zhang Yue couldn't help but be fascinated after hearing this. What he realized was indeed something the ancients had already thought of and summarized the rules.
"In the sixty-four hexagrams, two pairs are yin and yang, and the song of the mixed hexagrams is 'Qian is strong and kun is soft, which is more worrying than a musician. The meaning of "lin" and "guan" is either giving or seeking. Tunjian without losing its place, written by miscellaneous... …”
After listening to what the master said, Zhang Yue's eyes suddenly became brighter.
That's right, the sixty-four hexagrams of the Book of Changes are yin and yang, such as Qian hexagram to Kun hexagram, Bi hexagram to Shi hexagram, Tun hexagram to Meng hexagram...
As expected, no matter how much you realize yourself, it is not as useful as someone else’s on-demand reading of a few words.
"But the theory of miscellaneous hexagrams is only supplementary. Our introduction is still based on the preface hexagram, starting with Qian and Kun, and ending with both aid and failure. There are six lines in a hexagram, such as the Qian hexagram with three lines for yang, and the line for kun with six lines. , so there are nine yang lines, meaning yang can include yin, and there are six yin lines, meaning yin cannot include yang..."
A gust of wind blew, and the leaves of several osmanthus trees in the courtyard made a sound. There were also ripples on the inkstone in the center. A few birds were jumping around the window sill, or pecking at the window paper.
Zhang Yue listened with rapt attention, and couldn't help but feel fascinated. If I could listen to Master teach the Tao of Yi, I would definitely be ten times better than these students, but it's a pity...
The more Zhang thought about this, he realized that the voice was getting closer and closer. When he looked up, it turned out that Zhang Heng, the chief of the village, was standing in front of him holding a scroll in his right hand and shouting.
"What are you doing here?"
