There are no three sunny days, no three feet flat on the ground, and no three cents of silver for people.

It's Guizhou.

Guizhou in the fourth lunar month coincided with the rainy season, and last night Wang Yuan, Wang Meng, Yuan Gang and Yuan Zhi slept on the side of the street, and suddenly it rained. It was useless to hide under the eaves, the wind and rain were sprinkled everywhere, drenching the four of them to a wet body.

In addition, the temperature difference between day and night is very large, which makes them shiver with cold. Wrapping two layers of linen around his body is completely useless, so he can only curl up next to each other at the base of the wall to keep warm, and the temperature may have dropped below 5 degrees Celsius.

Even the two donkeys were huddled with them. And it is lying in the innermost, surrounded by four people, to prevent the donkey from being cold and sick in the rain - the life of a person wearing green is cheap, and a donkey is more expensive than a human spirit.

"Get out of here, get out of here, don't delay me in business!"

Early in the morning, the innkeeper took the door panel to open the store, and scolded Wang Yuan and others.

Wang Yuan couldn't sleep at all in the first half of the night, and in the second half of the night, he was probably used to freezing, so he actually squinted his eyes and fell asleep. Not long after he fell asleep, he heard someone shouting in his ear, and he had to hold the hilt of the knife in a daze.

Well, the first reaction when you wake up is not to open your eyes, but to take a knife!

Yuan Gang, Yuan Zhi and Wang Meng were the same, their eyes didn't open, and most of the three knives had already been drawn.

Seeing that they were still holding on, the shopkeeper wanted to go over and kick them a few times. As a result, the four knives came out of the sheath, and the shopkeeper was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and without thinking about it, he turned around and went into the store to clean up the tables and stools.

The most valuable thing in the home of the green wearer is not anything else, it is the blade.

The steel knife on Yuan Gang's body has almost spent all his savings over the years, and it can be regarded as a family heirloom. Wang Yuan and Wang Meng are both iron knives, and the steel fire is not much better than the kitchen knife, so it can only be said that they are barely out of the category of pig iron.

As for bows and arrows, they're consumables.

The homemade earthen bow will be scrapped in less than a year and a half, and you must bring a spare bow for hunting, so as not to drop the chain at a critical time. Only a few of the arrows are made of iron, and most of them are made of bone and stone, and their lethality can move people to tears.

Of course, if an army is raised to rebel one day, the arrow cluster will definitely be quenched.

The trick of quenching poison was learned from the natives, who liked to play blow arrows.

Wang Yuan shuddered and stood up, moved his legs and feet to warm his body, and squatted down again to fiddle with the earth bow. The bowstring was a little damp, and he took out a rag soaked in oil and wrapped it around the bowstring and gently wiped it back and forth, as if caressing his lover's wonderful skin.

After wiping the bowstring, he wiped the iron knife, and the technique was extremely skillful.

Yuan Gang, Yuan Zhi and Wang Meng are also doing the same thing. For them, they can do without silver, they can not eat wine and meat, and they must be properly equipped with their weapons, otherwise they are likely to die suddenly.

The light rain was still dripping, but fortunately, the rain was not as heavy as it was at night, and it was not blown under the eaves by the wind.

The four of them took care of their weapons and stood under the eaves of the inn waiting, who knows when Master Shen, the lazy thing, will get up.

After waiting for an hour, Shen Fuxuan came out of the store. Seeing that their clothes were not dry, he immediately said embarrassedly: "You were tired last night." ”

"It's nothing, I'm used to it," Yuan Gang said, holding the donkey, "wait for the rain to stop before leaving, and eat something to fill your stomach first." ”

The prices in the provincial capital were so high that they were reluctant to buy anything to eat, so they brought ten days of dry food and water with them.

The rain fell for another half a day, and in the afternoon, a few people led the donkey to Beicheng District.

The style of Beicheng District is different again, there are the most Han civilians here, and it is relatively more prosperous, and it finally feels a little bit of a provincial city. There are also many Han people in Nancheng District, but nine out of ten belong to military households, the rich wear gold and silver, and the poor wear wisps, and the gap between the rich and the poor is extremely obvious.

Under the leadership of Yuan Gang, everyone came to a street. There are several shops next to it, all selling stationery, and even shops specializing in calligraphy, paintings, and antiques.

Shen Fuxuan's spirit became excited, he finally regained his familiar feeling here, and he wanted to go in and take a look at any shop he encountered.

When he came to the bookstore, Shen Fuxuan first browsed miscellaneous books, shook his head again and again, and was greatly disappointed.

There are very few types of miscellaneous books here, either old novels such as "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin", or specialized books such as Buddhist scriptures and pharmacopoeia. As for the literary works in recent years, Shen Fuxuan only saw two collections of poems of the Hongzhi Dynasty.

Looking at the imperial examination references again, Master Shen was even more disappointed.

Over there in the south of the Yangtze River, the township test ink paper is printed every three years. The ink scroll here is still more than 20 years ago, and it is engraved by the old Jiangnan scroll of the Chenghua Dynasty.

The emperor has changed two, and the update speed of the imperial examination data in Guizhou City has not caught up with the update speed of the Ming Emperor.

In desperation, Shen Fuxuan picked up a relatively exquisite set of "Notes on the Four Books" and asked, "What is the price of this book?" ”

The shopkeeper saw that they were all dressed as young people, and they didn't want to do business at all. But after all, as a scholar, he still has basic self-cultivation, and replied: "Three runs." ”

"This is going to run three times too?"

Shen Fuxuan was so angry that he almost threw away the book, and said angrily: "If you are in Jiangnan, this set of books will cost at most three hundred yuan." The paper is shoddy, and it is printed on the inferior paper. And this ink, the handwriting is almost pasted in some places, what kind of ghost ink are you making? And this typesetting......"

Master Shen said for a long time in one breath, and degraded the "Notes on the Four Books" in his hand to nothing.

Instead of getting angry, the shopkeeper became positive and said, "My friend is a scholar from Jiangnan?" ”

When Master Shen heard the title of "friend", he couldn't help asking, "Your Excellency is also a talent?" ”

The shopkeeper was even more enthusiastic: "Hongji has been studying for eight years. ”

"It's really a friend," Shen Fuxuan stood upright and said seriously, "I have been studying for fourteen years. ”

The shopkeeper became respectful and made a long gesture: "In this case, it must be called a late life." ”

Shen Fuxuan immediately helped the shopkeeper up: "You don't have to be so polite, you and I are friends." ”

Yuan Gang, Yuan Zhi and Wang Meng were a little confused about the play in front of them, and they didn't understand how the two scholars became familiar with it.

Yuan Gang took the opportunity to educate his son and said in a low voice: "Did you see it? That's the benefit of reading! ”

The Shilin atmosphere in the early years of Zhengde has not been completely corrupted.

As long as you are admitted to the student program, you can call each other friends. Even if one is a Xiucai and the other is a Jinshi, they are true friends.

If you are only a child, you are not qualified to be friends, and you can only be called a little friend. An eighteen-year-old Xiucai, when he meets an eighty-year-old child, can call a little friend with peace of mind.

As for the late students, it is a self-humility used to express respect for the juniors and the juniors to the seniors.

This phenomenon will slowly change in a few years.

At that time, it will only matter the level of official position, regardless of whether you enter school early or late. An eighty-year-old old jinshi, when he meets a powerful minister, he will shamelessly claim to be a late child. And the ministers and officials are likely to reply directly to Xiaoyou and completely break the order of Shilin's dignity and inferiority.

The Zhengde Dynasty was a watershed in the Ming society, with political, economic, cultural, and customary ...... Begin a full transformation.

The reasons for this are, first, that scholars want to break through the eight-strand confinement, and second, that the social economy has reached a critical point of prosperity.

We are only talking about the cultural level here, according to Mr. Shui Tailiang Qian Qianyi said: "During the Zhengjia period, scholars took the passage as a detour; In the season of Wanli, scholars take reading as a secret! ”

From the beginning of the Zhengde Dynasty, scholars regarded the knowledge of the Five Classics as pedantic. In the Wanli Dynasty, scholars were embarrassed to say that they liked to read. It is nothing more than feeling that the eight strands are useless, finding another way out in thought, and beginning to widely pursue the practical value of knowledge.

Wang Yangming was not the initiator of this ideological movement, but he was a key figure in connecting the previous and the next.

Wang Yangming's view of mind is like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, bringing the mainstream of Confucianism from science to psychology, and gradually transforming it into practical science in the late Ming Dynasty. Even Qian Qianyi, who belongs to the master of practical learning, advocates "from the scriptures to the practice", but he deviates by 108,000 miles.

And countless Confucian students ran even more partially, because they looked down on Bagu, they didn't read the scriptures, and they didn't read the books. only memorized reference materials to deal with the imperial examination, saying that he was a talent who had been used by the world, and disdained to be in the company of pedantic scholars, and he didn't even know which dynasty Sima Qian was from.

Straight to the point.

Shen Fuxuan and the shopkeeper talked about the school year, and exchanged names and words, and quickly got closer.

The owner of the bookstore said: "Since it is Shen's friend in person, then this set of "Four Books Collection Notes", I will sell you two times at a discount." ”

Master Shen didn't suspect that he was being ripped off, and asked, "Why is it so expensive?" ”

The bookstore owner smiled wryly: "In Guizhou, books are probably the most useless things. There are thousands of miles in a radius, and there is not even a printing and engraving workshop, so I have to go to Huguang to enter the book. It is not easy to transport and maintain books, and if they are not sold at a high price, will they not lose money? ”

"The price is a little too high." Master Shen said.

The bookstore owner gritted his teeth and said, "Then 1,700 yuan, it can't be cheap anymore!" ”

The exchange price of silver and copper coins is different from dynasty to dynasty, and even from region to region. On the side of Guizhou City, one tael of silver is about 800 copper coins, and this set of "Notes on the Collection of Four Books" is more than two taels of silver, which is far higher than Shen Fuxuan's psychological expectations.

Master Shen asked Yuan Gang, "What?" ”

Yuan Gang replied in a low voice: "The five families only scraped together three taels of silver. This set of books will sell more than two taels, and I'm afraid it won't be enough to buy other things. ”

Master Shen could only pull down his face and continue to bargain: "They are all readers, you see ......"

"Friend Shen, wait a moment."

The bookstore owner suddenly smiled, walked past Shen Fuxuan, and nodded to the door of the store: "Song Gongzi, are you here to buy books again?" ”

A Confucian scholar wearing a square scarf came in with a folding fan: "Is there a new book?" ”

"I just got two copies recently, and I kept them for Song Gongzi." The bookstore owner quickly ran back and took out two books from the counter drawer.

(PS: The administrator of the book friend group is stricter, and those who add the group to verify the wrong information are all refused.) Now the verification question has been changed to "Which is the first website of this book", and Lao Tie who wants to join the group can apply again. I'm so sorry. ）