Zhang Yue Jiancai was just eating rice.

Seeing this, Chen Xiang put a fish in Zhang Yue's bowl and asked, "When you came to the house, why did you just deliver the letter and then leave?"

 Zhang Yue said: "Mr. Gu Ling is busy with political affairs, so students don't dare to disturb him too much."

Chen Xiang said: "I have been an official in Pucheng for several years, and you and I are both from Fujian. You really shouldn't be so polite to me."

“Yes, sir. I heard from Mr. Hu from the county school that Mr. Gu Ling wrote to me asking about my homework?”

Chen Xiang said: "Indeed."

 Zhang Yue said nothing and continued to take big mouthfuls of rice with his chopsticks.

Chen Xiang thought when he saw this, he is actually an honest person.

 Zhang Yue finished his meal, scooped out a bowl of clear soup and poured it into his stomach together with the remaining rice, not even a grain of rice was left.

Chen Xiang saw it in his eyes, nodded and said, "Let me test your homework."

After asking some questions, Chen Xiang said: "Your Confucian classics are very solid. Since you want to learn poetry from me, I will also share with you my experience."

 Zhang Yue immediately looked like he was listening attentively.

“When I first learned poetry, I just wanted to master the words and expressions. When I reached my middle age, I began to have little understanding of it. I gradually got a glimpse of its grandeur, and I had some proud poems.”

"The poems of Li Taibai and Du Gongbu are like the Master's wall, which has several walls and cannot be entered without the door. It is hopeless and beyond reach. The poems of Bai Letian and Yuan Zhen can be glimpsed by the door."

“Poetry is one of the six arts and should not be trivial. Therefore, if you want to learn poetry, you must first familiarize yourself with the poems of the Wei, Jin, Han and Tang Dynasties, and memorize them one by one until you are thoroughly familiar with them. However, no matter how familiar you are with memorizing, you will not be able to reach the level of the ancients.”

Speaking of this, Chen Xiang said about his collection of poems: "You have already read the poems of the Tang Dynasty. These books are all written by recent people. Although they are not as good as those of the Tang Dynasty, you might as well have a few good works. Once you have memorized them,

Come back here next month on the first day of the new year, and I will teach you how to compose poetry."

 Zhang Yue accepted the book, stood up and said, "Thank you, sir."

Chen Xiang said: "Take these gifts back, I don't need them here."

 Zhang Yue said: "How can this mean that the saint teaches his disciples to take the bundle and practice it? This is the courtesy that disciples should have."

After declining for a while, Chen Xiang only accepted the apprenticeship ceremony and asked Zhang Yue to take the rest of the ancient books and pens back.

Chen Xiang smiled and said: "My hall here can only rotate horses, and the vegetables are only in season. Doesn't Sanlang think that I, a sixth-rank official, are a bit shabby?"

 Zhang Yue said: "Sir, you are so diligent and thrifty, how can you say that you are shabby?"

Chen Xiang said: "My ancestor lived in Guling in his previous life, and later moved to Taxiang. He was a young orphan just like you. He was able to pass the Jinshi examination and become an official. It was all thanks to the elders in the clan who raised and cared for me with his elder brothers and lived frugally to provide for me. Reading made me what I am today."

"Now that I am an official, I spend most of my salary to go back to my hometown to support my brothers and elders. As for daily expenses, it is enough for food and clothing. So it is not that I am frugal, but I am just repaying the kindness."

Zhang Yue said: "The kindness of a drop of water is repaid by a spring of water, not to mention the kindness of nurturing. I really envy you, sir, to have such relatives and brothers."

 Chen Xiang glanced at Zhang Yue and chanted: "The two sons are riding in the boat and looking at the scenery. I would like to express my thoughts and thoughts about my son, and nourish them with my heart."

"The two sons took a boat and passed away. I would like to say that I think about my son, without any flaws or harm."

What Chen Xiang said comes from The Book of Songs, The Second Son Riding a Boat.

 It is said that the two brothers left in a boat, and the family members reluctantly said goodbye.

 After Zhang Yue listened to Chen Xiang's chant, he couldn't help but think of the scene when his brother bid farewell to him in Xianxia Ridge.

“When I said goodbye to my hometown and went to Beijing to take the exam, I went upstream along the Min River. At that time, the elders of my clan bid farewell by the river. I will never forget this scene for the rest of my life.”

 Chen Xiang's eyes were a little moist, as if he was remembering the past.

Zhang Yue said: "Thank you very much, sir. Apart from my brother and sister-in-law, there is no one else in Sanlang's family who can repay my kindness. I am very touched to hear this from my husband."

Chen Xiang said to Zhang Yue: "Well, when it comes to poetry, there is a difference between a gentleman and a villain. The villain's poems and prose are carved with seals, seals, seals, and verses in order to please people's ears and eyes. What's more, there are those who have friends who are traitors and hypocrites." "Those who are good in appearance are harmful to good people, and those who speak out need not be virtuous. Therefore, the world is corrupt and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be."

"However, a gentleman's poems and essays are based on the performance of achievements and achievements, and the rest are articles. Therefore, the poems of emperors and generals in ancient times did not intend to be essays but they were able to work on their own. But if there is no practice, a gentleman should write with virtue first and essays first. To supplement it, I occasionally feel something, and when the emotion comes, the writing comes."

 Zhang Yue understood that Chen Xiang was not talking to himself about the principles of life by talking about poetry.

 He bowed and said: "Everything you said, sir, is full of wisdom and wisdom. The student has memorized it."

 After saying this, Zhang Yue said goodbye and left.

 Chen Xiang's old servant carried a lantern and sent Zhang Yue to the door. It was already dark by this time. Zhang Yue turned around and saluted again in the hall, and then left Chen Xiang's house.

 Zhang Yue originally thought that Chen Xiang would mention Zhang Dun in front of him today, but he did not expect that the other party would not say a word.

But thinking about it, the Sima Twelve and Chen Xiang he met today left a deep impression on him.

 Zhang Yue returned to Taixue. Before he entered the Zhaishe, he saw Huang Haoyi wandering in front of the Zhaishe. As soon as he saw Zhang Yue, he immediately came up to him and said, "Sanlang, no matter what, you must help me."

 Zhang Yue frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

 Huang Haoyi would never stay overnight in Taixue on New Year's Day. How could he be in Taixue today? This must be a big deal.

Seeing Huang Haoyi's eyes about to shed tears, Zhang Yue said: "Are you going to borrow money from me again?"

Huang Haoyi was stunned, and then said: "Sanlang, do you already know?"

 Zhang Yuexin said, is there any need to say this?

 Huang Haoyi often borrows money from himself on a daily basis, but although he borrows money, he has one good thing: he always pays back the money he borrows, and never defaults on the debt.

 But Huang Haoyi's frequent borrowing of money also gave Zhang Yue a headache. Why are you so short of money?

 Zhang Yue said: “How much more will we borrow this time?”

 Zhang Yue has a net worth of more than ten thousand yuan after these days of seal engraving and gifts from Ouyang Xiu and his son.

“Sanlang, can you lend me twenty strings first?”

"Twenty guan?" Zhang Yue couldn't help but asked, "Where do I have this money? Why did you tell me in advance?"

Huang Haoyi said: "Sanlang is like this. His family arranged a marriage for me in Beijing..."

 Zhang Yue thought to himself, good, the marriage will be settled so quickly.

“Where are you from?” Zhang Yue still felt a little jealous in his heart at this moment.

Huang Haoyi said: "She is the daughter of Liu Jiancheng, the capital water supervisor."

 Zhang Yue praised: "Okay, Sanlang, this marriage is really good!"

Huang Haoyi said sheepishly: "His family is a Yinguan. He usually eats his salary. He has no servants and nothing to congratulate. He is neither a high-ranking official nor a downtrodden."

Zhang Yue knew that due to the serious redundancy of officials in the Song Dynasty, a large number of officials were not assigned to work. These officials also lived in the capital, went to the imperial city on weekdays, and even took a long leave. Anyway, the court did not give you a formal official position.

I won't argue with you either.

However, as a scholar, Huang Haoyi could marry the daughter of an official family, which was still a pretty good marriage. In the eyes of most scholars, it was at least better than marrying a merchant family.

"Do you mean we are well matched? You are already burning incense."

 After being scolded by Zhang Yue, Huang Haoyi also smiled.

“Then why do you want to borrow money? Is the bride price not enough?”

 Zhang Yue knew that the tendency of marriage comparison in the Song Dynasty was very serious. As the saying goes, "When you are going to marry a woman, you should first ask about the amount of money and clothing; when you are going to marry a girl, you should first ask about the amount of wealth."

Anyway, sky-high betrothal gifts will kill people wherever they go. If it were really a question of betrothal gifts, Zhang Yue, considering the friendship between his fellow villagers and classmates, would have to be more generous if not more. The same goes for other classmates in the studio, they just help more and less.

The problem.

Huang Haoyi said with a depressed look: "That's not true. My brother and sister-in-law have helped me arrange the money for the bride price. It's just... it's just that the woman's family knew about me raising an aunt outside."

Hearing this, Zhang Yue really hated the iron in his heart, and immediately cursed: "Silang, I have told you before, raising a daughter outside without marrying a wife is a matter of ruining your reputation. You and I can save it one by one."
Chapter completed!