In February, the eldest brother came to Zheng's house.

He stood at the door for a while, looking at the stele strangely. That's when I got in.

When the eldest brother arrived, several ladies hurriedly sat down and boiled water to make tea. Zhang Dalang said: "A few mothers, no need, I'll go and see Xiaolang." ”

The eldest lady led Zhang Dalang to the backyard.

Zheng Lang was writing, and when he saw his eldest brother coming, he politely saluted and said, "Hello Lang." ”

You can't call your uncle, you'll be in trouble.

"Hello Xiaolang," he finished staring at the words on the table paper, and he was also commenting on the scriptures. It's the fastest way to learn. I feel funny in my heart, these two people are a couple, and they have a tacit understanding. But he asked in surprise: "...... this word?" ”

The more the words are written, the better, but after a few months, the words become ugly.

"Have you ever heard the phrase that a mountain is a mountain, a water is water, a mountain is not a mountain, a water is not water, a mountain is a mountain, and a water is still water?"

This is what the Tang Dynasty Zen master Qingyuan Shan Xingsi said.

Buddhism in the Song Dynasty was not as prevalent as in the Tang Dynasty, but this Zen saying has been widely spread.

"I've heard of it."

"Look at what I used to write." Zheng Lang still has a good impression of this eldest brother. didn't deliberately hide it, took him to the room, and took a few random sheets from the manuscripts he had written a few months ago. But the eldest brother was quickly attracted by this stack of calligraphy and drawings.

I flipped through it and said, "Your painting seems to be very good." ”

"That's not good, the words are faintly going to break through, the painting, it's still in the graffiti, it's not worth mentioning."

The eldest brother was not good at painting, so he had to look at the sketch a few times suspiciously, then look at the manuscript, and then asked puzzledly: "The handwriting you used to write was very good." ”

"That's not good, it can only be said that it is a child's eyes to see the mountains and waters, and there is nothing new. But now after breaking through this level, the word will really grow. At this time, Zheng Lang was also forced to do so, thinking that learning a book style that suited him would soon become everyone. But as I deepened my understanding of calligraphy, I realized that it was not. No matter which family's book style, I don't have my own feelings, and I don't want to make a breakthrough.

So it also embarked on the old path of Mi Fu.

Of course, there are more shortcuts than Mi Fu, after all, the descendants have created a new world in calligraphy, Mi Fu for the manuscript, visit everywhere to copy, Zheng Lang does not need, in the mind to flip over, the contrast is. This saves a lot of time.

But most importantly, talent!

Even Zheng Lang didn't know that he would be able to break through this level that year. Only after breaking through this level can I march to the realm of calligraphy.

As for the paintings, there are not even eyebrows.

Therefore, time is tight. I can't use one day as two days, and I can't do it without closing the door.

But let my uncle be speechless, you are so big, you have written such beautiful words, and you have to break through, how can I be embarrassed? Although I was used to letting my little sister hit at home, I didn't want to continue to delve into this topic of watching mountains and rivers, so I said: "Why is the handwriting you wrote in my home that day so contrasting?" ”

Cui Youjie saw it, but he didn't say it. The eldest brother still doesn't understand. As for the words of tiredness, he didn't believe it either.

When Si'er heard this, he lay in the corner of the wall and twitched, not crying, but wanting to laugh, but not daring to laugh.

"Ah, aha, I don't know," Zheng Lang snorted, and then glared at Si'er fiercely. The eldest brother diverted the topic, and he also diverted and said, "Let's go out for tea." ”

When he came to the living room, the eldest brother looked at Jiang Xing'er, who was as pretty as her little sister, and said, "She ......."

"Da Lang, she wants to learn words from me, she is very tight, and she has no choice but to accept her as a little maid." Zheng Lang replied. However, I was guessing in my heart that the eldest brother's words were too obvious, and I don't know if it was his idea, or if the Cui family was also concerned about this matter.

"I see, that's ......" But the eldest brother found a problem after a while, and listened to his brother-in-law's shrill children's voice, and his heart became worried. This is also a big problem, what is the child's face, what is **, the front is important, the back is also important, it doesn't matter if the face is tender, you have to be healthy. If it's a child, it's not good. It's not easy to ask, and I can't even open my mouth to my little sister. After talking for a while, I went back with new questions, and I can only come back next year to have a look......

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The visit of the Cui family is almost the eighth year of Tiansheng, and the Zheng family is a rare guest to receive.

Zheng Lang only went out in the middle.

It was Liu Zhizhou who was transferred to the secretary and supervisor as a young eunuch, and his grade was generally large, one was an idle position, one was a local official, and the other was a Beijing official. It's hard to say which is more important.

Zheng Lang went to see him off.

After observing Liu Zhizhou's expression, I saw that he was very satisfied.

After thinking about it for a while, I understood Liu Zhizhou's mind at this time. Although the rank of the official position has not moved, and even the actual power in the hands has become smaller, but when I entered the capital, I had the opportunity to meet the old lady and the emperor, and there were more opportunities for promotion. Besides, the capital is so prosperous, who wants to stay in the field and serve?

I wonder if the wish of this half of my master can be realized?

I don't have his name in my memory, but how many officials were there in each generation of the Song Dynasty? Even there are so many officials in the capital that there are not many that can be recorded in the annals of history. It is possible for the master to realize his dream, as long as he does not want to be the prime minister. It may not be possible.

However, Liu Zhizhou was overjoyed, so he said with a smile: "Zhizhou, congratulations to Zhizhou for going to the capital to take up his post." ”

"Seeing you, I am happier than going to the capital to take up a post. Remember, the true meaning of Confucianism, gentleness, kindness, courtesy, thrift, letting, the warm seems to be harmonious, the respectful is sustained, thrift is thrifty, let is humble, and there are five constants, benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, righteousness, benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, courtesy, respect, wisdom, and sincerity. Wen is the first. ”

Although he did a good job in this later life, he sometimes made some petty tempers, and used coercion to make brave mistakes, but there was arrogance. So before leaving, I told this sentence.

That's what the elder said!

"Yes." Zheng Lang said. In my heart, I thought that there would be brilliant scholars and doctors in the Song Dynasty soon, and with only one Wen character requirement, most of the scholars would not conform to Confucian rules.

"Alas, I have also stayed in Zhengzhou for a long time, busy with official business, and you are on the outskirts of the city, and I have always felt guilty for neglecting your teachings."

"Zhizhou, learning can be learned slowly, but Zhizhou teaches future generations how to behave. If you can't even do it well, the more you learn, the easier it is to commit evil annihilation. ”

Xin Zhizhou stood aside and was a little stunned when he heard it, such an old man's words actually came from the mouth of a young man. Genius, as expected, cannot be judged by ordinary people's thinking.

"With your words, so-and-so will be relieved."

"Zhizhou, don't worry, I also gave a gift to Zhizhou in my later life."

As she spoke, Jiang Xing'er picked up a brocade box. Zheng Lang handed it to Liu Zhizhou, owed a body, sent you a thousand miles, and finally had a farewell, needless to say, surrounded by Jiang Xing'er and Si'er, he left in style.

Everyone looked at this brocade box curiously.

This kid is good, his temper is a little stingy, some people ask for words, but they actually say that the words are not complete, and they dare not take it out to offer ugliness, and almost all of them refuse. Even those who do good deeds in the city use 50 characters in large characters and 10 characters in small characters to collect Zheng Lang's calligraphy.

I don't know what gift he gave Liu Zhizhou? Calligraphy, pen holders, or new long and short sentences?

I couldn't force it over, so I opened the brocade box and looked at it, so I had to look at Liu Zhizhou with my eyes.

"Everyone, ......" Liu Zhizhou shook his head and had no choice but to open the brocade box.

"Huh!" Everyone looked at the things in the brocade box and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

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