As for Wang Zhi, he didn't think so much. He was simply disgusted with the current traditional Chinese characters. There were so many colorful strokes that made people feel numb when writing.
As for the dictionary, which is unthinkable to others, it is just that to Wang Zhi, a person with the memory of later generations.
Simplifying, summarizing, and phonetic notation will suffice, which means annotation will be a bit more troublesome, but I believe some people are willing to do this.
At this time, everyone on the lecture platform was enjoying themselves, and the domineering appearance of both sides at the beginning was gone. Questions were asked from the audience, and answers were answered from the audience. Even the four people in the inner room, Chen Dong, respectfully bowed to Wang Zhi as disciples, asking and answering each other, even if there were still questions. Some students who did not agree with Xin Xue's words were also holding a learning attitude at this moment, listening carefully in the audience, and raised questions from time to time, but they were all resolved by Wang Zhi one by one, and everyone was convinced.
It wasn't until the Youshi hour, when the fasting bell rang, that Wang Zhi and the other two people walked off the stage amidst everyone's thanksgivings. Just like when they came, a channel automatically opened in the crowd, but at this time there was no sound of compliments, and of course there was no At the sound of ridicule, all the students just bowed respectfully and stepped back to get out of the way. This was the kind of respect that could only be shown to the great Confucians who had lectured in the past.
Wang Erlang took the lead and led Chen and Yi through the crowd. He had a warm smile on his face and looked as upright as the great scholar who gave lectures in the past.
But at this moment, an inappropriate jeer suddenly sounded from the outside of the crowd, which was particularly prominent in this quiet atmosphere, "Wang Zhi! If others don't know you, how can I not know you?"
"You are just a dandy walking around, looking like a ghost from nowhere, and you are pretending to be a big-tailed wolf."
There was a commotion in the crowd. Some people were about to curse, but when they saw who it was, they were so frightened that they quickly shut up.
Everyone looked outside the venue and saw several students in the corridor of the pavilion, surrounded by a young student also wearing a white Confucian shirt, striding towards the lecture platform.
This young man was still waving his folding fan in the cold wind of March, with a strong look of disdain on his lips. Who could he be but Wang Hongfu, the son of Wang Fu, the prime minister of the dynasty.
Wang Fu was the prime minister in the fourth year of Xuanhe, and he was also one of the "six thieves" in Chen Dong's mouth. His son Wang Hongfu was admitted as a scholar at the age of fourteen and served as a fourth-rank palace official.
It's just that these Yinbu officials are usually in name only. Even if they are assigned, it's just a trivial matter. There is very little room for advancement in the officialdom and it is difficult to join the ranks of senior bureaucrats. Therefore, some ambitious Yinbu officials will choose to accept the favor first and then take the imperial examination. Or Taixue Gong tried to seek a career as a Jinshi, so that he could rise to prominence in the officialdom in the future.
This Wang Hongfu is obviously not an ambitious person, but the imperial examination is no better than the imperial examination, and there is still a lot of room for maneuver. For the prime minister of the dynasty, it is easy to catch, so this Wang Hongfu is now a student of the inner house, and he is just waiting for After a few days of public examination, those who are "qualified and reasonable" should be able to enter the upper house.
Wang Zhi also frowned when he saw this person. He was his rival in Taixue. The reason was that the two people had similar personalities. They were so-called enemies in the same industry. They didn't like each other very much, and they had to quarrel with each other when they met. , He frowned not because he was afraid of Wang Hongfu, but because the pen was installed perfectly today. It would be disgusting if a fly fell in at this time.
Wang Zhi didn't say anything. Arguing with an ignorant dandy would obviously ruin his status as Wang Daru, so he looked at him coldly to see what kind of monster he was going to do.
"how?"
Wang Hongfu said aggressively: "You have been exposed by me and you don't dare to speak anymore?"
"How dare you, the thief, to bark so loudly? Master Wang is well versed in heaven and man. How can you slander him like this? I will offer you a stick of incense and leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, don't blame us for not missing our classmates."
It was Chen Dong who spoke. He was not used to the son of the "Six Thieves". Even his prime minister father Chen Dong wanted to kill Ji Tian, let alone the son of such a thief.
With Chen Dong taking the lead, all the students also joined in and used the momentum to press forward. The fierce looks of the crowd made Wang Hongfu change his face slightly, and he said with a fierce expression: "Chen Dong, I didn't provoke you. This is the place of the academy. I’m a student, why can’t I come here?”
"There is still half a stick of incense." Chen Dong did not reply to him, but said expressionlessly.
Wang Hongfu was obviously a little afraid of this reckless man. Who in the Imperial College didn't know that this guy was a man who didn't care about his life and that he really dared to attack.
So I wanted to say a few harsh words to give myself a step down.
"Wang Zhi, you shy turtle, you have a few drops of ink in your heart. Don't you know it? You are an old fritter who is still hanging around outside after taking exams for four years. You still have the nerve to discuss your studies with others. Can you write half a poem? If I were you, I would be so embarrassed that I would kill you with a piece of tofu."
After Wang Hongfu finished his harsh words, he looked at the students around him with unkind expressions and some students who were rolling up their sleeves and wanting to fuck him. They also kept backing away, ready to run away.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
At this moment, a burst of hearty laughter sounded, and everyone looked at Wang Zhi, only to see that he had walked out of the crowd with his hands behind his back and shaking his head. Without looking back, a poem came, "Live as a hero, die as a hero." He is also a ghost hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River."
As soon as this poem came out, the scene suddenly became quiet.
He was a great man in life...and a hero in death...I still miss Xiang Yu...and refuse to cross the Yangtze River...
Some students couldn't help but murmur and read it over and over again.
What a poem! What a poem! !
There is not a single complicated word in this poem, not a single redundant phrase, and there is no disadvantage of piling up. Although the words are simple, it expresses the heart directly. The whole poem is easy to understand, upright and dignified, but the spirit of life is directly following the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
In just two words, the audience was brought to the edge of the Wujiang River thousands of years ago, where they could face the overlord's grace and drink in his heroic spirit.
This is poetry! This is real poetry! !
"I understand!"
A student suddenly shouted, "Master Wang's stay in Waishe is not because he is untalented. He is just protesting. He looks down on the fancy and extravagant style of writing in Taixue today and does not want to join in the trend. It is for this reason that he raises his flag and goes against it. How can he follow the trend?" To write that flattering article?"
After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.
Indeed, how can someone who can create a new school of thought and write such eternal quatrains be without talent?
New learning advocates abandoning complexity and adopting simplicity, and speaking with substance, doesn’t it correspond to this poem?
Master Wang alone stood up to the entire literary world of the Song Dynasty, marching forward without fear, risking death but refusing to bow his head. Isn't this exactly what the Overlord of Chu did back then?
Someone looked at Wang Hongfu, who was already stunned on the spot, and slapped him in the face. It was really a slap in the face!
Didn't you say that Master Wang is ignorant and can't even write half a poem?
As soon as this poem came out, looking at the entire history of Chinese poetry, which one can be said to be the most stable one?
…
What happened behind the scene, Wang Zhi and the others had no way of knowing. The group of four had just left the lecture hall. Chen Xiucai, Qin Abacus, and Fatty Xu looked at each other. Seeing that no one was around, they looked at Wang Zhi and Wang Zhi together. Zhi pressed on the rockery beside the bluestone path.
"Tell me, who are you?"
Chen Yuyi's thin body held Wang Zhi's big collar and stared at him fiercely.
Fatty Xu grabbed Wang Zhi's wrist, felt his pulse with one hand, and looked up and down Wang Zhi's eyelids with the other hand.
Qin Abacus, on the other hand, jumped up and muttered something.
Wang Zhi said helplessly: "Oh, what are you doing? Who else can I be?"
"No! You are definitely not Wang Zhi!"
Chen Yuyi stared at his face carefully to see that he didn't look like he was disguised, and then said: "Tell me, what kind of god have you got into my brother's body? Leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me and other brothers for being rude." !”
Wang Zhi laughed angrily when he heard this, "Besides me, the great sage Wang, who else can be so talented, knowledgeable, knowledgeable about ancient and modern times, and possess both civil and military skills..."
Wang Zhi was still talking. The three of them looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, that's right, it's him!
Chen Yuyi let go of his hand, Qin Abacus also stopped beating, and Fatty Xu patted his chest to calm down his nervousness.
Do you believe this? I haven’t explained it yet!
Wang Zhi was speechless, feeling insulted.
"What's going on with that poem?" Chen Yuyi asked.
They did not ask about Xinxue's remarks. They had known Wang Erlang for several years. They still knew very well what kind of character Wang Erlang was. He was bohemian, unbridled, and often made surprising remarks. He also had unusual insights into all things in the world. It was also his style.
Wang Erlang opened his mouth and said, "Oh, that was what I did impromptuly."
"Do you think we believe it or not?"
Qin Abacus jumped furiously. If this poem was said to be written by Chen Xiucai and Xu Fatty, he would almost believe it. But who are you, Wang Erlang? We have been classmates for four years, how can I not know? You can also write poems about emotions, so where does that leave my Qin grand plan?
"It's really... uh... forget it, it was done by Aunt Li."
Wang Zhi knew that no matter how much he tried to quibble, they would not believe him, so he simply told the truth.
Aunt Li, Li Qingzhao!
The three of them nodded in succession, but Chen Xiucai asked again, "Since it was done by Mr. Yi An, why haven't we heard about it?"
There are ghosts only if you can hear it. By the time you hear it, your country will be ruined and your family will be destroyed!
Wang Zhi rolled his eyes at him and said, "Aunt Li and my mother-in-law wrote it in letters a few days ago, but it has not been spread yet."
Wang Zhi didn't want to explain to them why Aunt Li complained about the weakness of Zhao Song's official family after the country was destroyed. They wouldn't believe it, and he had forgotten when the country would be destroyed. It was still far away, so I made up a sentence casually.
What everyone in this era, including Wang Zhi, who has the memory of later generations, does not know is that the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed only four short years later...
When the three of them heard what he said, they all believed it. They all knew that Wang Zhi's mother-in-law was friendly with Mr. Yi An. They had the chance to meet him when they had dinner at Wang's house three years ago. Chen Yuyi was even called Mr. Yi An once praised him, how could he forget this?
But this guy’s butt is raised to the sky, and he will often say something like this from time to time: Mr. Yi An always praises me for my poetic talent...
As for why Wang Zhi’s mother-in-law and Mr. Yi An met, the three of them asked Wang Zhi, and then they learned that Mr. Yi An’s mother’s family was from the Langya Wang family, and they were related to Wang Zhi’s family, and they were not even close to each other. Dear, it stands to reason that Mr. Yi An should be regarded as Wang Zhi's distant cousin, but this house is too far away. Mr. Yi An and Wang Zhi's mother-in-law get along extremely well, and they call each other sisters, so Wang Zhi calls her "aunt". .
The three of them also wondered how the dignified and graceful Mr. Yi An could get along with the violent Queen Mother.
Maybe this is the complementation of personalities!
