From the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the water tune song head was revealed by Xiaochan, in the past few days, Ning Yi has been reading books at home and pretending to be sick, playing backgammon with Xiaochan when he is bored, today is still the first day to come out, I went to the school in the morning, and in the afternoon I went to get the wooden board that people helped to whiten before, and then bought some charcoal sticks, all the way here, it happened that Qin Lao and Kang Xian were both there.

For things like poetry, they can be used casually, and Ning Yi has no psychological obstacles. These poems that I know are a very good strategic resource now, and if you can't help but want to do something in the future, take them out to set off the hype, and add some fame or something is very useful. But at this time, it only satisfies a little vanity, and it really doesn't make much sense.

If you really want to gain some fame, you will inevitably be examined by someone, and the urgent talents in these places are useless to memorize all Tang poems and Song songs, and now several works such as the Analects and universities are in front of him, and he can explain them in the vernacular, and even have a lot of new ideas, but there are certainly no other aspects of talent. It's a little early for the lyrics to be thrown away, but since it has happened, in terms of his character, he doesn't care to accept it.

For him, this problem is not a big problem, take the right path, and the solutions are ever-changing. The day before yesterday, Mrs. Su, Su Boyong and others called him and Su Tan'er to go over to inquire, and he recited a few words at will, saying that this sentence was not written by himself, who knows what is wrong...... Old lady Su looked at him for a long time, and then just smiled and said: "The matter has come to this point, and it is ...... to keep it secret from the outside world" The old man is very shrewd, believe it or not, but if he is really a great talent, the position of the Su family is actually embarrassing, and everyone is actually guessing at the moment.

How can a talented man be so comfortable as a son-in-law now, you don't have to do too much, you don't have to be responsible, and people don't expect much from you, so there is no pressure, and the old lady still cares about it, and it's a stupid hat to get rid of this kind of life. finally relaxed for a few months, and before there was anything important, the identity of the rich man was determined not to leave. He thought so in his heart, and he thought it was funny, but if he told others, he was afraid that even Xiaochan would not believe him.

Within a few days, there must have been rumors outside, and he could probably guess what it looked like, but when Xiaochan told him about the situation of the Water Stopping Poetry Club, he was startled by the name Kang Xian, and he couldn't help but laugh dumbly. I knew that this old man was not simple, but I didn't expect such a big name.

After a few days of rest, he put things behind him for a while and went back to his normal life. However, when I was lecturing this morning, I was approached by someone to Yushan Academy, and the person who came was Yu Zixing, who was reprimanded by Kang Lao, and several other scribes, who actually came to apologize.

In a sense, being reprimanded by Kang Xian at the poetry meeting, Yu Zixing's reputation as a literati was actually damaged, which was really a disaster. However, Kang Xian still cherished his talent, and when he left, he talked to him alone, and taught him earnestly, and he found time to come over and apologize, once it was rumored, it would be able to achieve him a little bit of good name, after all, he could be regarded as a kind of good name if he was guilty of asking for guilt and knowing his mistakes.

There was a picture over there, and Ning Yi also cooperated a little, performing a scene of sympathy, as for inviting him to go to a certain boat at night to participate in the student party or something, he casually pushed it away, and then said goodbye to those talented people or something, and came out to get a painted whiteboard.

"Zixing is a good person, and although his talent is not top, he is also among the best." Kang Xian said with a smile, "It's just that your water tune song is really well written, as soon as this word comes out, I'm afraid that in the next few years, no one will be good at making Yongyue lyrics." I really can't imagine that you, a boy who doesn't learn and don't know how to learn, really have such a poetic talent. ”

"I can't even say poetry." Ning Yi took a sip of tea, "When I was young, a tattered dressed Taoist priest passed by in front of the house and chanted this poem, so I wrote it down, that's it......"

He said the same thing to Mrs. Su. At this time, Boss Qin laughed: "I am afraid that even a three-year-old child will not believe what you say." ”

Kang Xian also said: "This person is just too lazy, and he needs to be beaten...... It's just the name of the talent, it seems to be quite easy to use, the woman's appearance and temperament are all excellent, and she walked with you all the way, and they talked very happily, if you can achieve a marriage, ha, boy, you have to be grateful to the old man for a ......", Ning Yi's identity as a son-in-law, and then want to soak a girl, it is really not a simple matter, Kang Xian is also narrow and ridiculous. Ning Yi told the story of saving people before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and only then did he understand the ins and outs of the matter. At this time, the two of them have finished a game. The three of them sat on the side to rest, Qin Lao picked up the teacup and nodded, but he was interested in other things: "Writing? So, you want to write on this whiteboard with charcoal strips for use in the school? ”

"Well, the sand table can write too few words at a time, and it is really troublesome to use, after all, it is not as convenient and intuitive as writing it down like this."

As far as teaching is concerned, at this time, the class is all written on the sand table, often writing a word, and the sand table will be bulldozed, and Mr. is just demonstrating this font writing to the students. In the case of oral instruction, students are required to concentrate on what the teacher is saying, and after the teacher finishes speaking, he can also try to memorize the lecture notes with his own understanding, which is actually quite difficult for students who are not particularly intelligent or self-conscious to keep up with the progress of teaching.

Of course, for people like Qin Lao Kang, this kind of teaching method has lasted for thousands of years, and naturally they will not feel that there is anything wrong. Learning is a superior thing, and if you want to become a superior person, how can you do it without enduring hardship, and this is a kind of test in itself. Qin Lao picked up a charcoal bar and scratched it on the whiteboard, then frowned.

"The sand table is soft, and the branches are used to write on it, which is the same as the brush technique, but charcoal is difficult to write, and I am afraid that there will be something wrong with this kind of change."

Nie Yunzhu just paid attention to how the words were written, and indifferently Qin Lao saw that the angle of the matter was different, and after only two strokes, he raised an objection, as a gentleman, he did not write with the technique of a brush in class, this matter can be big or small, and then Kang Lao also came over to try it, frowned and said: "This matter needs to be cautious." If Ning Yi was his disciple, maybe he would have scolded him and pointed out the seriousness of this matter with a slap in the face.

Ning Yi could naturally understand their worries, but at this time, he smiled, squatted down and took a charcoal strip: "It's not a big problem, the writing book is for cultivating temperament, not to mention that these fonts and brush fonts actually have some things in common, if they are only used for records, they might as well be wider, and it can be regarded as ...... One more angle. ”

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and wrote on it, "Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, two yellow orioles singing green willows", this sentence is the pattern of regular script, and then changed to official script, "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, a line of egrets on the blue sky".

After these two lines were written, the font changed to Song style: "Three mountains and half fall outside the blue sky." ”

The Song character has not appeared yet, and Qin Lao and Kang Lao glanced at each other. It's just to explain this kind of problem, it's better to have an impactful way, Ning Yi used to talk about business with people and promote products, and he also liked to hide enough impact in the plain, and the next line turned into a beautiful and elegant thin gold body: "Ershui divides the Egret Continent." ”

Next, turn to cursive: "There is a beautiful woman in the northwest, hanging from the southeast branch." ”

Then the oblique black body: "If you want to be poor, hang the southeast branch." ”

The whiteboard is so big, and after writing like this, put away the charcoal strips: "How?" Qin Lao and Kang Lao had already laughed and scolded.

"Words can be eye-catching, poetry is really foolish......"

"It's insulting, it's annoying......"

"You're so lazy, hehe, what are these poems......"

The mouth said this, but the eyes of the two never took off the white wooden board, and occasionally read it out of their mouths, but also commented.

"There are beautiful women in the northwest...... It's really unlearned, it's clear that there is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent, this song is from the Han book, and then the southeast branch is hung, hehe, don't you think the northwest rhymes with the southeast......"

"Kang Lao is really wise."

"If you are my disciple, you must ask someone to whip you with a stick, and the graffiti will also affect the masterpieces of the sages. Every sentence hangs on the southeast branch, and this peacock is unlucky to fly down in the southeast, but the southeast branch is recruiting you to provoke you. ”

"Ha Luha, it's just that one day I suddenly felt that if the poems were put together like this, maybe they would have a different flavor, didn't Kang Lao think? There is a beautiful woman in the northwest, and she hangs on the southeast branch. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and hang on the southeast branch. There is no one in the empty mountain, and the southeast branch hangs on itself. The ancient sages were all lonely, and they only hung on the southeast branch. Since ancient times, no one has died, it is better to hang on the southeast branch ......"

Kang Lao shook his head: "The matter involves the sages, so you must be rigorous." In the words, there was a little funny, but there was also a little vigilance, and Qin Lao on the other side was looking at other things, and at this time he said: "When will the bright moon be ......" Kang Lao continued: "I probably have to hang the southeast branch myself......" , and then Qin Lao took the charcoal strip and pointed to the first few sentences: "It's also a patchwork, but I don't know the source, but I think it's an old work of Liheng, hehe, red crisp hands, yellow vine wine...... The back one is not well connected, these two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets should be a sentence in the blue sky...... The three mountains are half in the blue sky, and the two waters are divided into Egret Continent...... What a mood, it's another poem......"

He circled these sentences with charcoal strips, isolated "red crisp hands, yellow vine wine" and "outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road", glanced at it, and drew a line in the middle, probably thinking that these two sentences should not be one, Kang Xian also nodded: "It should be two songs." Then look at Ning Yi. Ning Yi was a little impressed, if he had read these twelve words in this situation, he might have recognized that they were sentences in a poem, after all, they were still quite neat, and the words were generally long, enough to make some such turns. These twelve words are not easy to distinguish, but the two people in front of them are just intuitive, and they separate the two.

"These should be four poems, but I don't know if there are all poems, or if there are occasional fragments?" Qin Lao looked at Ning Yi and asked.

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