Chapter 18 The Pursuit of High Quality of Life
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 18 The Pursuit of High Quality of Life
Fang Jun has been very comfortable these two days.
Lu Shi was afraid that his son would be injured in a fight. According to the character of this kid, he would never say it, so he instructed the kitchen to prepare food in a different way.
The little maid, Qiaoer, seems to feel that she does not take good care of the young master, and has not fulfilled her duty as a personal maid, so she has been serving her dutifully these days. Thoroughly enjoyed the corrupt life of the young master of the feudal landlord family.
Qiao'er is very pleased to see that the young master's complexion is getting better every day. The only complaint is that the young master is determined not to let him make tea for him. You must know that he secretly learned a few tricks from the mama next to his wife... …
The elder brother Fang Yizhi also came to visit and gave a few words of encouragement.
Fang Yizhi is several years older than Fang Jun. He got married last year and lives in another yard. In addition, the two brothers have very different personalities. They don't usually communicate much, talk less, and there is a generation gap...
Fang Yizhi is a sincere gentleman who follows the rules, doesn't do anything out of the ordinary, doesn't say superfluous words, and persuades Fang Jun to go to school.
Seeing this, Fang Yizhi just lamented that "dead wood cannot be carved" and left in disappointment.
Generally speaking, it seems to be quite good to wear the ancient life.
The only regret is that I have not heard any rumors about whether or not to call off the marriage.
This left a shadow in Fang Jun's heart.
Frozen three feet is not a day's cold, dripping stone wear is not a day's work, it seems that his road to divorce is still long.
There are four treasures of the study room on the table, Fang Junxian is very bored, thinking that he was shocked when he saw his "Zhao Ti" in Chang A County that day, he came to the interest, in exchange for Qiaoer grinding, practicing calligraphy on rice paper .
"The divorce has not yet succeeded, and comrades still have to work hard..."
"The road is long and it's a long way to go, I will go up and down to find out..."
Write two characters in a row, the more you write, the better, then write another couplet.
"Those who have the will to do things will break the cauldron and sink the boat. One hundred and two Qinguan will eventually belong to Chu?"
Zhao style characters are simplified and simplified, and the ancients are changed into the present. The brush strokes are not muddy, and they do not make a mystery. The strokes of starting, running, and closing the brush are very clear.
The last couplet written by Pu Songling is particularly brilliant, which can be called Fang Jun's highest level. It has seven or eight points of Zhao Mengfu's charm, Fang Jun is very satisfied.
However, I thought that if the word spread out, it might make him become a "literary man" by accident, causing some twists and turns in the great cause of divorce, so he had to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces.
"Qiao'er, burn all these."
Randomly roll it into a ball and let the little girl deal with it.
"Oh."
The little girl agreed a little strangely, Qiaoer knew a few words, so she couldn't understand Zhao Tifang's body, but she still understood whether it looked good or not.In her opinion, the words written by the young master are very beautiful, not much worse than those so-called famous writers, what a pity to burn them.
But as the young master ordered, she had no choice but to pack it up and take it out to find a brazier to burn.There is a brazier in the study, but it is not good to make the room smoky.
Qiao'er went out, turned out of the yard and walked towards the kitchen. She happened to meet Fang Yizhi who was approaching, and hurriedly bowed slightly to greet him: "I have seen Dalang."
Fang Yizhi is a very modest person, and he has no pretensions to his servants, so he asked, "Is your young master in the study? Hey, what are you holding in your hand?"
The scholar is very fond of things like pen, ink, paper and inkstone. When he sees the rice paper rolled up in Qiaoer's hand, he is a little unhappy, thinking that this little girl has broken the good rice paper.
Qiao'er said quickly, "It's what Erlang just wrote, and he ordered the servants to take it away and burn it."
Fang Yizhi wondered, "Why burn it?"
Qiao'er has a cute face: "I don't know about slaves..."
Fang Yizhi said: "Bring it to me to see." He was very curious, did the second brother write something wicked and outrageous, so he wanted to burn it?
Qiaoer hurriedly handed the rice paper in her hand to Fang Yizhi.
Fang Yi came over to straighten up a bit, and his eyes were straightened.
The ink is dripping on the rice paper, and the fonts are suddenly eye-catching. The appearance is round and the bones are connoted. The stippling is vigorous, the body is broad and beautiful, and the stippling echoes closely. It looks soft on the outside but strong on the inside. The skeleton is strong.
Fang Yizhi was a little dumbfounded, and murmured in his mouth: "The divorce has not yet succeeded, comrades still have to work hard... If there is a will, everything will be ruined. Qin Guan will eventually belong to Chu? Wu... the words are good, the words are even better, is this written by the second brother?"
Qiao'er replied, "Well, Erlang wrote it himself, and the servant was grinding it just now."
The little maid was a little proud in her heart. Dalang was famous for his knowledge in the entire Chang'an City. Even if he said it was good, it was really good!Unexpectedly, Erlang could write such a good hand when he was so silent.
However, Fang Yizhi thought of going with her and praised: "I always thought my second brother was ignorant and had never seen him write, but it turned out that he wrote such a good handwriting and made such a good poem, my brother is very talented. , I might as well have more..."
As he said that, he actually took a few pieces of rice paper and folded it back. As he walked, he almost hit the wall of the courtyard, but he didn't realize it.
No way, the impact of these few words on Fang Yizhi was too great.
In this era when the imperial examinations were not yet prosperous, if you can write well and export well, you are a cultural person. If you can stand on your own, you can be called a scholar.
Fang Jun's words are excellent, in Fang Yizhi's opinion, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a writer.
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In the study, Fang Jun was giving Fang Sihai an opportunity.
"Look at this map, I drew it according to the dictation of a wandering Taoist priest. There may be some discrepancies with the actual situation, but it will not be too big."
Fang Jun pointed to the map drawn on the rice paper with a brush on the desk, and gave Fang Sihai a detailed explanation.
"...Here in the Wuyi Mountains, there should be a Zen temple called Tianxin Yongle Temple, or it may not be this name, but it's not important, the important thing is a canyon not far from here, this place is called Jiulongchao , the cliffs on both sides of the canyon are continuous, undulating, and nine shapes are like dragons. The locals have compared the canyon to the cave of the dragon, hence the name. The purpose of your visit is to be on the cliffs on both sides of this canyon. Looking for a few tea trees..."
Fang Sihai looked at the map, scratched his head, and said, "I look like the Jiangnan Dongdao Jianzhou Mansion here."
Fang Jun said, "Do you know this place?"
Fang Sihai shook his head: "I haven't seen it before, but Geng Wenzhong, the Inspector Censor, was convicted last year. Fortunately, the master pleaded with Your Majesty, but he just transferred the place. Before leaving, I came to say goodbye to the master, and I occasionally heard that Master Geng was in charge. Build a state prefect."
Fang Jun was overjoyed: "It's so good, and you bring the Fangfu's seal and go to find that Geng Wenzhong, and asking him to help will naturally be twice the result with half the effort."
Fang Sihai agreed immediately, but his heart was beating: Erlang stole the master's fuse, and once the incident happened, I wonder if the master would kill me...
However, as the son of the old housekeeper of the Fangfu, he prides himself on being the best among the second generation of the Fangfu.
In the future, this family will not be the two young masters?Although the second young master is a little dull, he will be the master in the future. As long as the second young master has a few more good words, we will be the future housekeeper...
That's right, Fang Jun just asked Fang Sihai to go to Wuyi Mountain to find Dahongpao.
Fang Jun doesn't have too much ambition. He relies on his father Fang Xuanling. Although he can't be said to be the richest in the world, at least his family is rich and his life is worry-free. He doesn't need to think hard about making money.
When today's son is His Majesty Li Er, the "Khan of Heaven", the first emperor of the ages, Fang Jun is not tired of living, but he does not dare to rebel under the nose of this great man...
I don’t dare to ask for what I want in politics, and I don’t have to worry about economics, so how to improve my living standard to a level that satisfies me and how to live comfortably in the Tang Dynasty is the most important thing. .
(End of this chapter)
Fang Jun has been very comfortable these two days.
Lu Shi was afraid that his son would be injured in a fight. According to the character of this kid, he would never say it, so he instructed the kitchen to prepare food in a different way.
The little maid, Qiaoer, seems to feel that she does not take good care of the young master, and has not fulfilled her duty as a personal maid, so she has been serving her dutifully these days. Thoroughly enjoyed the corrupt life of the young master of the feudal landlord family.
Qiao'er is very pleased to see that the young master's complexion is getting better every day. The only complaint is that the young master is determined not to let him make tea for him. You must know that he secretly learned a few tricks from the mama next to his wife... …
The elder brother Fang Yizhi also came to visit and gave a few words of encouragement.
Fang Yizhi is several years older than Fang Jun. He got married last year and lives in another yard. In addition, the two brothers have very different personalities. They don't usually communicate much, talk less, and there is a generation gap...
Fang Yizhi is a sincere gentleman who follows the rules, doesn't do anything out of the ordinary, doesn't say superfluous words, and persuades Fang Jun to go to school.
Seeing this, Fang Yizhi just lamented that "dead wood cannot be carved" and left in disappointment.
Generally speaking, it seems to be quite good to wear the ancient life.
The only regret is that I have not heard any rumors about whether or not to call off the marriage.
This left a shadow in Fang Jun's heart.
Frozen three feet is not a day's cold, dripping stone wear is not a day's work, it seems that his road to divorce is still long.
There are four treasures of the study room on the table, Fang Junxian is very bored, thinking that he was shocked when he saw his "Zhao Ti" in Chang A County that day, he came to the interest, in exchange for Qiaoer grinding, practicing calligraphy on rice paper .
"The divorce has not yet succeeded, and comrades still have to work hard..."
"The road is long and it's a long way to go, I will go up and down to find out..."
Write two characters in a row, the more you write, the better, then write another couplet.
"Those who have the will to do things will break the cauldron and sink the boat. One hundred and two Qinguan will eventually belong to Chu?"
Zhao style characters are simplified and simplified, and the ancients are changed into the present. The brush strokes are not muddy, and they do not make a mystery. The strokes of starting, running, and closing the brush are very clear.
The last couplet written by Pu Songling is particularly brilliant, which can be called Fang Jun's highest level. It has seven or eight points of Zhao Mengfu's charm, Fang Jun is very satisfied.
However, I thought that if the word spread out, it might make him become a "literary man" by accident, causing some twists and turns in the great cause of divorce, so he had to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces.
"Qiao'er, burn all these."
Randomly roll it into a ball and let the little girl deal with it.
"Oh."
The little girl agreed a little strangely, Qiaoer knew a few words, so she couldn't understand Zhao Tifang's body, but she still understood whether it looked good or not.In her opinion, the words written by the young master are very beautiful, not much worse than those so-called famous writers, what a pity to burn them.
But as the young master ordered, she had no choice but to pack it up and take it out to find a brazier to burn.There is a brazier in the study, but it is not good to make the room smoky.
Qiao'er went out, turned out of the yard and walked towards the kitchen. She happened to meet Fang Yizhi who was approaching, and hurriedly bowed slightly to greet him: "I have seen Dalang."
Fang Yizhi is a very modest person, and he has no pretensions to his servants, so he asked, "Is your young master in the study? Hey, what are you holding in your hand?"
The scholar is very fond of things like pen, ink, paper and inkstone. When he sees the rice paper rolled up in Qiaoer's hand, he is a little unhappy, thinking that this little girl has broken the good rice paper.
Qiao'er said quickly, "It's what Erlang just wrote, and he ordered the servants to take it away and burn it."
Fang Yizhi wondered, "Why burn it?"
Qiao'er has a cute face: "I don't know about slaves..."
Fang Yizhi said: "Bring it to me to see." He was very curious, did the second brother write something wicked and outrageous, so he wanted to burn it?
Qiaoer hurriedly handed the rice paper in her hand to Fang Yizhi.
Fang Yi came over to straighten up a bit, and his eyes were straightened.
The ink is dripping on the rice paper, and the fonts are suddenly eye-catching. The appearance is round and the bones are connoted. The stippling is vigorous, the body is broad and beautiful, and the stippling echoes closely. It looks soft on the outside but strong on the inside. The skeleton is strong.
Fang Yizhi was a little dumbfounded, and murmured in his mouth: "The divorce has not yet succeeded, comrades still have to work hard... If there is a will, everything will be ruined. Qin Guan will eventually belong to Chu? Wu... the words are good, the words are even better, is this written by the second brother?"
Qiao'er replied, "Well, Erlang wrote it himself, and the servant was grinding it just now."
The little maid was a little proud in her heart. Dalang was famous for his knowledge in the entire Chang'an City. Even if he said it was good, it was really good!Unexpectedly, Erlang could write such a good hand when he was so silent.
However, Fang Yizhi thought of going with her and praised: "I always thought my second brother was ignorant and had never seen him write, but it turned out that he wrote such a good handwriting and made such a good poem, my brother is very talented. , I might as well have more..."
As he said that, he actually took a few pieces of rice paper and folded it back. As he walked, he almost hit the wall of the courtyard, but he didn't realize it.
No way, the impact of these few words on Fang Yizhi was too great.
In this era when the imperial examinations were not yet prosperous, if you can write well and export well, you are a cultural person. If you can stand on your own, you can be called a scholar.
Fang Jun's words are excellent, in Fang Yizhi's opinion, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a writer.
********
In the study, Fang Jun was giving Fang Sihai an opportunity.
"Look at this map, I drew it according to the dictation of a wandering Taoist priest. There may be some discrepancies with the actual situation, but it will not be too big."
Fang Jun pointed to the map drawn on the rice paper with a brush on the desk, and gave Fang Sihai a detailed explanation.
"...Here in the Wuyi Mountains, there should be a Zen temple called Tianxin Yongle Temple, or it may not be this name, but it's not important, the important thing is a canyon not far from here, this place is called Jiulongchao , the cliffs on both sides of the canyon are continuous, undulating, and nine shapes are like dragons. The locals have compared the canyon to the cave of the dragon, hence the name. The purpose of your visit is to be on the cliffs on both sides of this canyon. Looking for a few tea trees..."
Fang Sihai looked at the map, scratched his head, and said, "I look like the Jiangnan Dongdao Jianzhou Mansion here."
Fang Jun said, "Do you know this place?"
Fang Sihai shook his head: "I haven't seen it before, but Geng Wenzhong, the Inspector Censor, was convicted last year. Fortunately, the master pleaded with Your Majesty, but he just transferred the place. Before leaving, I came to say goodbye to the master, and I occasionally heard that Master Geng was in charge. Build a state prefect."
Fang Jun was overjoyed: "It's so good, and you bring the Fangfu's seal and go to find that Geng Wenzhong, and asking him to help will naturally be twice the result with half the effort."
Fang Sihai agreed immediately, but his heart was beating: Erlang stole the master's fuse, and once the incident happened, I wonder if the master would kill me...
However, as the son of the old housekeeper of the Fangfu, he prides himself on being the best among the second generation of the Fangfu.
In the future, this family will not be the two young masters?Although the second young master is a little dull, he will be the master in the future. As long as the second young master has a few more good words, we will be the future housekeeper...
That's right, Fang Jun just asked Fang Sihai to go to Wuyi Mountain to find Dahongpao.
Fang Jun doesn't have too much ambition. He relies on his father Fang Xuanling. Although he can't be said to be the richest in the world, at least his family is rich and his life is worry-free. He doesn't need to think hard about making money.
When today's son is His Majesty Li Er, the "Khan of Heaven", the first emperor of the ages, Fang Jun is not tired of living, but he does not dare to rebel under the nose of this great man...
I don’t dare to ask for what I want in politics, and I don’t have to worry about economics, so how to improve my living standard to a level that satisfies me and how to live comfortably in the Tang Dynasty is the most important thing. .
(End of this chapter)
