, Uncle and father Chu Zhi Erke hurriedly bowed forward

Looking at Chu Zhen Pian Xuan carefully, Chu Ji said with a smile: "Very good, my Chu family's Qianli Ju is back." Whole \ Ben / Small \ Say / Net "

Chu Zhen was humble, and when the little lady saw Chu Luo coming back, she stepped forward to say hello, and then ordered the servants to serve tea, and then retreated to prepare for the banquet.

Before sitting down, Chu level continued to teach: "Zhizhi, how many times have I told you, you have to be calm in everything, pay attention to your demeanor, but you always don't listen." It's good to frolic with the juniors. ”

Yes, yes, Chu Qian promised again and again, knowing that if he didn't decisively admit his mistakes, he would definitely continue to be reprimanded.

also understood that Chu Qian was casually perfunctory, but in front of several nephews, Chu Ji still saved him some face, glared, and asked: "Qian'er just came back, what are you arguing about asking him for?" As he spoke, he couldn't help but say again, "I don't have the consciousness of being an elder at all." ”

"Big brother, don't you know that Chu Qian's eyes were red and he said, "That's Fan Gong's manuscript." ”

"What?" Chu level is inexplicable. reacted instantly: "Fan Xianggong? ”

"That's right, it's a manuscript written by him." Chu Qianbei said.

"Where?" Chu level is also a little eager. After all, Fan Zhongyan is not only respected by the world in terms of morality, but also extraordinary in literature. Se'er Chuqian screamed, smiled and stretched out his hand, but he couldn't keep the collection, so naturally he had to observe it carefully.

After hesitating for a while, Chu Meng reluctantly opened the box, took out the manuscript, and carefully presented it on the clean table, a thick stack of manuscripts, about two or three hundred pages, Chu Zhi had already sorted and classified. The most surprising thing is that there are not only written poems and articles in the book, but also some waste manuscripts.

The so-called waste manuscripts refer to those unfinished works of Fan Zhongyan, or the manuscripts that have been revised and smeared on them, sometimes one or two pages, sometimes seven or eight pages, with clear layers until the poems and articles are formed. It is very clear that the process from the first draft to the final draft is clearly shown.

You must know that ancient articles choose words and make sentences. The words are very particular, as far away as Jia Island in the Tang Dynasty, needless to say, often clumsy for a word. Only then did the birth of this word be considered, and it was like Ouyang Xiu, the drunkard pavilion that was handed down to future generations. At the beginning of the article, Chujie is surrounded by mountains, and it only takes five words to summarize the geographical environment of Luzhou.

The essence of words has always been admired by the world. However, people did not come up with it casually, they also thought about it day and night, changed and changed, only to make the first dozen lines of words, thick into five words, aside from the accuracy of the word, the revision process of its Chinese chapter is the most worthy of learning.

After all, it is amazing to read a masterpiece when it is handed down, but if you can know how the masterpiece was written, and how it was modified, corroborate each other, and think deeply, then it will be more than a little beneficial to the improvement of learning.

Pian Hong, Chu sighed: "Ban'er, the quality is so well-intentioned, it can be seen that I have high hopes for you." Don't let him down

Looking at Chu Zhi gratefully, Chu Meng said solemnly: "Uncle, don't worry, Meng'er remember."

Actually, they all have some misunderstandings, after all, it makes sense to collect articles, but the waste manuscript is generally not paid attention to, thinking that Chu Zhen did it intentionally. Just want Chu Se to gain experience from the intermediate, however, they don't know that the calligraphy and painting of ancient celebrities, after thousands of years, have very few surviving, which can be described as a thousand words.

Even the garbage thrown out by Tang Bohu was scrambling by so many people, not to mention Fan Zhongyan, who was a teacher of the first generation, had to admit that thanks to the inspiration brought by a certain movie, he was stunned to pay more attention to collecting these materials, and after coming back to sort them out, he found that there was a wonderful use in it.

It's a pity that he was busy with state affairs and Fan Zhongyan rarely wrote articles and poems on weekdays, and Chu Zhen took a lot of effort to gather these manuscripts, and. Fan Zhongyan is usually simple, and the quality of the paper used is very ordinary, if not carefully preserved. Maybe it will turn into crumb powder in a few decades.

It was decided that in the future, these manuscripts would be regarded as family heirlooms, and a craftsman would be found to build a special box for storage, suck out the air inside, and take them out to enjoy them if they have nothing to do, so as to prolong their existence.

Several people were immersed in the manuscript until the banquet was set up and the servants reminded them to wake up like a dream.

Hui Gong is talented, and the straight man is far less than Ye Chu level sighed and said: "Quality, if you have time." Rub this manuscript to me

"yes, I didn't think about it. Chu Qian said happily: "I also want one, no, I want ten, so that those guys don't know, and I don't mean enough to scold me." ”

Who doesn't have a friend, Chu Luo smiled: "That's right, then just print twenty or thirty copies."

"Thirty servings doesn't seem to be enough." After pondering for a moment, Chu level said: "Or, simply"

"Let's just print it into a book. Xiao Chu said with a smile. I regret and drip blood in my heart, why didn't I think that when I was in Hangzhou, I just wanted to be famous, and it should have been Fan Zhongyan's book collection at that time, with his fame, the Indian Society didn't make a lot of money.

"It's a good idea, but I don't agree with it. , an era, literati style and nobility. Bad does not have the concept of reading a few robberies is not stealing, and fully respects the intellectual property rights of others.

"Then, let's wait until I write to ask Fan Gong." Chu Zhen said, after all, if it is not his own thing, he must obtain the consent of others before it can be implemented.

One night, the backyard of the Chu family was brightly lit, laughter and laughter, in order to celebrate Chu Qian's homecoming, everyone drank heartily, talked about the past and the present, and listened to Chu Zhi tell about his experience in Hangzhou, until there were seven or eight points of drunkenness, thinking about going to the court tomorrow, Chu took the lead in going back, and agreed to gather a group of relatives and friends in two days to officially wash the dust for Chu Qian.

When he sent Chu to the gate of the courtyard, he still kept a minute or two of sobriety, and Chu Zhi hurriedly presented a gift, but it was the four treasures of the study room and other things, and the pen was a world-famous lake pen. It is carefully made by the master of Jiangnan Huzhou pen making himself, but it is not one. It's a whole set, lined up in columns, from the largest to every model. Ink is naturally Pan Gu ink, no need to make a fine table, the paper is known as an inch of gold Chengxintang paper, the quality is gorgeous and obedient, rare, the inkstone is from the end of the inkstone of Duanzhou, but also carefully polished by the famous artist. Delicate and smooth, the shape is like a blue lotus pond, not only to nourish ink, but also to nourish the eyes.

A set of gifts, plus all kinds of gifts for Chu Ji's wife and concubine and son, almost filled the sedan chair, and in the end, Chu class had to take another sedan chair and return, and several people continued to drink for a while, before they all got drunk and fell on the table, and the wine banquet was removed, and someone would clean up and settle them.

There was no word all night, and the next morning, the sun poured into the window. Chu Luo woke up slowly, feeling uncomfortable when he was drunk, his forehead was swollen and dizzy, and at the right time, a pair of warm slender hands stretched out, and his ten fingers were slender. Gently pinching and pressing, Chu Luo felt more comfortable, he didn't need to open his eyes at all, he knew who the person next to the pillow was, and the warm current in his heart was surging, and he enjoyed it with peace of mind.

"Is the third child awake?" Chu Luo asked. Anyway, it's already late, and it's time to be lazy for a while

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"I just woke up not long ago, but I went home with my hostage." The voice was calm and soft, but it was Mrs. Hui, wearing a light coat, and her skin was as moist as warm jade.

Well, inexplicably responded, Chu Luo's expression was a little strange, husband and wife were of the same heart, and naturally knew what he was thinking, Mrs. Hui smiled lightly, and her eyes were crystal charming. Lightly got out of bed and walked out slowly. Nana, swaying, walked back in a moment, but there was an extra brocade box in her hand.

His eyes were slightly condensed, and the box style was so familiar, Chu Luo's heart swept up with a touch of joy, but he said quietly: "What is this?" ”

With a clear and quiet soft light shining in her bright eyes, Mrs. Hui smiled and said, "I don't know, it's for you." ”

Got up with his arms propped up, and when his hand reached into the air, he realized that he seemed to be in a hurry, Chu Luo took the opportunity to get out of bed, picked up the warm towel on the table and washed it carefully, with a blank look.

Mrs. Hui chuckled, put the brocade box aside, and slightly tidied up the messy bed, waiting to be dressed. Turning back slightly, he saw that Chu Luo had already sat down, and the brocade box had been opened, showing that it was not a precious gift, but some things such as embroidered brocade paper cloth, and at the same time, Chu Luo's expression was also very strange, as if he was happy and sighed, and looked at the brocade box silently, and was silent for a long time.

"Husband." Mrs. Hui was slightly worried. Ying Ying walked over.

"Ah, it's fine." Chu Luo picked up the brocade paper in the box and sighed softly: "In a blink of an eye, the quality is so big." ”

"Yes, I'll be ready to marry in a while. Maybe wait another year, and then you can hold your grandson. Mrs. Hui said softly, looking curiously at the things in the brocade box, but there were some rewards, to be exact, it was Chu Zhen since he took office, he received the state government commendation documents, as well as the court notice, and when he left office, the pennant sent by the people of Shishen.

Just like when he was a child, he made progress in his studies, was praised by the teachings, and went home to tell his parents, the gift presented by Chu Zhen made Chu Luo extremely happy in his heart. I couldn't help but whisper: "Collect it carefully, and when you worship your ancestors, you will show it to the ancestors of the Chu family, so as to show that there are successors to my Chu family." ”

Well, Mrs. Hui agreed softly, her beautiful eyes shining with joy and joy.

On the one hand, under the pull of Chu Qian, Chu Qian, who was still a little dazed and unconscious, couldn't shirk it, staggered into the carriage, and walked towards Chu Qian's mansion. On the way, the micro-earthquake did have the effect of relieving fatigue, and I slowly woke up.

"Third uncle, there's no need to be in such a hurry." Chu Zhen smiled bitterly: "Washing up indiscriminately and going to see my aunt in disheveled clothes is rude." ”

"My own family, pay attention to what you do so much." Chu Qian definitely didn't care, waved his hand and said, "It's not that your third uncle is in a hurry. But your aunt, early in the morning, sent someone to urge. ”

Obviously, Chu Qian was also telling the truth, the carriage had just arrived at the door, the middle door was already open, and the servants on both sides set off firecrackers to welcome Chu Qian's arrival, and then walked into the courtyard door, a gust of incense blew on, and Pan's disgusted voice came out: "It's so procrastinating to do something." Can someone take it? ”

"It's coming, it's coming." Chu Zhen replied with a smile: "If you don't come to see your aunt again, your sins will really be unforgivable." "(To be continued) Yi Xunshu is thin and notched and mixed Shan) different body clams

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