"This young master is a bit unfamiliar." Mr. Kong stared at Yinzi and said.
People are born with faces, but money is not born with faces.
Song Che said: "I am not a local. I visited this place today. I saw the towering and majestic attic, and saw the literati and poets vying to be the first to order, so I wanted to give it a try."
Mr. Kong said: "Linjiang Pavilion was rebuilt and opened last month. Lin'an Mansion issued an official document inviting Confucian scholars from all over the world to write a preface for it. The young master is dressed in rich clothes and has a rich temperament. He is more like a wealthy businessman than a scholar."
Song Che frowned and asked, "Do you have to wear a Confucian robe, hold a paper fan, and wear a hairpin to write good articles?"
Seeing the displeasure, Mr. Kong waved his hands quickly, "That's not true, that's not true... Anyway, the young master is not short of money, so it doesn't hurt to give it a try." As he spoke, he picked a large painting and handed it a large brush. Song Che.
"What if my preface to the poem is selected?" Song Che asked again.
Mr. Kong smiled and said: "If this is the case, the young master will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver and be invited to Lin'an Mansion as the chief staff. Furthermore, your poem and name will be engraved on the inscription and passed down through the ages along with Linjiang Pavilion." .”
Song Che said "Very good", took the pen and paper in his arms, picked a secluded spot in the pavilion, opened the white paper and scroll, and began to write silently.
Of course he is not a scholar, but he is "familiar with three hundred Tang poems, and can recite them even if he can't compose them." Daliang is an unconventional dynasty, and there is no Li, Du, Sansu, so it's not a big problem to learn from it.
If we ask about the most popular prefaces to the pavilions, there are two from ancient times to the present. One is "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" and the other is "Yueyang Pavilion". Song Che has been deeply touched by these two ancient texts since he was a child. If he can't memorize them by heart, , I have to ask the Chinese teacher to open the flowers.
Song Che drew lessons from "The Story of Yueyang Tower" and wrote the "Preface to Linjiang Pavilion" for this pavilion.
Of course, Song Che's promotion of the attic is definitely not about getting promoted and making a fortune.
The same is true for Fan Gong and Fan Zhongyan. Otherwise, how could there be the quatrain "worry about the world's worries first, and rejoice after the world's happiness"?
Nowadays, the country is facing internal and external troubles, as if the building is about to collapse. Looking at these literati and dignitaries, which one is willing to miss home, country, monarch, and country? Even Song Che himself couldn't be so selfless.
I wrote this "Preface to Linjiang Pavilion" for no other reason than to break away the chaos of the world and arouse the determination of the nation. Even if a few knowledgeable people can support each other, it will be a blessing to the country.
Song Che finished writing, but he didn't sign or seal it. It was copied, and he really didn't deserve it. After rolling up the drawing paper, he turned back to the desk and handed it to Mr. Kong: "Excuse me, sir, hang it up for me. It should be facing the door so that people can see it when they come in."
Mr. Kong said: "If the preface to the poem is reviled and not recognized by others, I will withdraw it from the list."
Song Che said: "That's natural."
At this time, Shen Wenjun and Zhou Yazhao also came downstairs after admiring the scenery. Song Che did not want to attract too much attention and left Linjiang Pavilion immediately.
Not long after Song Che left, a middle-aged man in brown robes stepped into the pavilion. He was about forty years old, with a mustache, a very majestic appearance, and full of majesty. Behind him was a young man in black, eight feet tall, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. , eyes as sharp as knives.
"Master Gao——"
"Huh?" The middle-aged man looked at him and told the young man in black to stop.
The young man in black quickly changed his words, "Mr. Gao..." He glanced at Mr. Kong in the hall and whispered: "There is someone from the Lin'an Mansion."
"It's okay, I'm just here for a stroll." The middle-aged man walked into the pavilion, but deliberately avoided the hall.
The middle-aged man looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, walked around the bottom of the building, and shook his head with disappointment, "They say there are many talented people in Jiangnan, but when I saw them today, they were just like this."
The young man in black said in a low voice: "It's a small corner of Hangzhou, but it can't keep up with the Eastern Capital."
"That's all, there's nothing to appreciate in this building, so let's go." The middle-aged man was about to walk out the door. At this time, a picture scroll slipped from the roof. Because it was large and impressive, it attracted a lot of people's attention.
"This is written by Xianxing, a young man from a wealthy family. Gentlemen, please enjoy it. I will remove it from time to time."
Mr. Kong thought that after saying this, the Confucian scholars would disperse and disperse, but unexpectedly, more and more people gathered together, and they even became intoxicated.
"...When you climb the tower, you will feel nostalgic for your country, and you will be worried about slander and fear of ridicule...When you climb the tower, you will feel relaxed and happy, and forget the favors and insults together... Wonderful! Wonderful!"
"Look at this sentence again, don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself. If you live high in a temple, you will worry about its people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about your king... Scholars like us should be like this!"
"The last quatrain, 'Be anxious when the world is worried first, and be happy when the world is happy later', which virtuous scholar actually wrote it? Who is it! Who is it! Come quickly and ask Wan Sheng to worship!"
"You see, this preface to the poem has no signature. It shows that the scholar did not want fame and wealth, and he is truly a model for the world's literati. He is open to all rivers and has a broad mind for the world. We can never match him!"
Among the onlookers, only the middle-aged man was deeply emotional.
"Master, why are there tears in your eyes?" The young man in black was confused.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes, shook his head slowly, and sighed: "I just said that there is no talent in the south of the Yangtze River, but when I look at this preface, I realize that my vision is low."
All the Confucian scholars are asking about the origin of this preface.
Mr. Kong was confused, "I don't know either. I just remember that the man was in his late twenties. He was wearing a brocade robe and an emerald belt. He didn't look like a scholar, but more like a rich man. He said he was in the local area. Oh...by the way, he also has two wives, they are very beautiful, and they just left less than two-quarters of an hour ago!"
"The person who can inscribe this sequence is definitely not an ordinary person, Shi Ke, you hurry up and look for him. If you find him, be sure to invite him to see me!" the middle-aged man solemnly warned.
The young man in black answered yes and rushed out of Linjiang Pavilion.
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At this moment, Song Che and others had left Qiantang Bay and returned to the West Lake.
The night has not yet come, and the lanterns have begun to turn on. In the half-glow of the evening, when the lights are dimming, the Goulan House on the edge of the West Lake is already open for business!
Places like Goulan can be regarded as the largest entertainment venue in ancient times. Suzhou City also has one, but it is far less prosperous than the capital Hangzhou. There are singing, dancing, opera, acrobatics, eating, drinking, and playing all night long, which is dazzling.
As soon as Washe opened the market, there were already huge crowds of people.
There were many people in the busy city, so Shen Wenjun and Zhou Yazhao put on men's clothes and stuffed their money bags into their arms, so that they would not be afraid of being pickpocketed or taken advantage of.
"Dangdangdang..."
"Fathers who live in food and clothing, I, my 'brother from the Tong family', am passing by your land from the north and am here to seek a living. If we play well later, you will give us two big boys a meal of dumplings for us. If we don't play well, we will be rewarded." Okay, I have stained your eyes, the two brothers are here to apologize to you first!"
One tall, one short, one fat and one thin, they are brothers but definitely not real brothers. Two men with northern accents joined hands and bowed to the crowd.
Song Che held Shen Wenjun in his left hand and Zhou Yazhao in his right hand. After giving up all his strength, he squeezed through the crowd to the front row.
"What are you going to perform?" Shen Wenjun asked expectantly.
The short man chuckled and pointed at the strong man beside him: "My brother has been studying martial arts in Zhongnan Mountain since he was a child. He has developed a body of steel and iron. He can walk through mountains of knives, descend into seas of fire, roll on beds of nails, turn sand with iron palms, and have gravel on his chest. Wrapping a razor blade with your tongue, swallowing a silver needle with your mouth...that's how you master everything!"
Jiangnan people are as tender as water, where have you ever seen people doing such harsh things? Gradually, after hearing the news, the number of people who came to watch the show numbered not less than 500 but also less than 300!
