The streets of Pingzhou, which had been lively all night, had not yet dissipated the afterglow the next morning.

The shouts of the vendors resounded in the streets early in the morning.

From time to time, the carriages of the eunuchs passed by, and there were bursts of horses' hooves.

Children may chase each other with rattles, or the sound of women following behind them.

The door of the store has long been opened, and the man is cleaning up the garbage in front of the door.

Zhang Xiang also walked on the way to Huating Academy early.

As usual, he would first eat a bowl of noodles with two copper plates at a noodle stall around the corner.

It's not that the Pony Mansion doesn't prepare breakfast for him, but he likes to come here to eat, because this area is a gathering place for some three religions and nine streams, and in these places, he can hear a lot of interesting things.

"I'll tell everyone, last night the Yuyuan Poetry Club was called a lively, the horse who lived in our Pingzhou, a poem shocked everyone, Yang Li and Yang Zhongkang know, we Pingzhou famous celebrities, Zhou Yi and Zhou Zhiyuan know, the first talent in Pingzhou was defeated to him."

"Wouldn't it? So powerful? ”

"That's not, less than two hours after this poem came out, all the poetry clubs in Pingzhou have been spread, surprising all the readers in Pingzhou, no word can overpower this one, Yang Li Yang Zhongkang is called the first word of the Mid-Autumn Festival through the ages, can there be a fake? And it has also spread to all the green buildings, and the women of the green houses have sung all night, and you can hear it when you go to any green house at night. ”

"This brother is right, my cousin was at the poetry meeting last night, and he told me about it."

"Did your cousin see the colt? What does it look like? ”

"My cousin is a miscellaneous subordinate in Kangfu, and I was fortunate to go to the poetry club with the little boy of Kangfu last night, but in a place like the Yuyuan attic, how can a subordinate like him enter? He just waited outside the attic, but he told me that he had seen the colt from afar, and that he looked like a man of great talent. ”

"Since this colt is so amazing and gorgeous? Why be a colt? ”

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

"I heard that this colt is from the capital."

"I don't live in a good capital, why do you come to my Pingzhou?"

"Isn't Princess Gaoping also coming to Pingzhou! Then you go and ask her why she doesn't live in the splendid palace. ”

"I can only say that I am Pingzhou Zhong Lingyuxiu, and the princess and the colt like it here."

"Hey, let's talk about where these nobles like to live and what they do, where they like to live, what does it matter to you."

……

"I heard that last night the Shili Temple outside the city was flooded, and a fire burned this broken temple to ashes."

"This dilapidated temple has been abandoned for more than ten years, and it has always been a resting place for passers-by, travelers, and businessmen in a hurry, and it has always been good, why do you walk in the water?"

"How do I know! The government received a report in the middle of the night and sent people to extinguish the fire overnight, but the fire was too fierce and still not extinguished, and the fire was gradually extinguished until this morning. ”

……

Zhang Xiang can hear such small people talking about it almost every day.

And the news is different every day, and he listens to it as news, which is probably the way of news transmission in ancient times.

It seems that people's curiosity about gossip is regardless of the times.

After listening to the news, Zhang Xiang also finished eating noodles, threw down two copper plates and left.

As soon as I walked into Huating Academy, I met He Yunzhang.

"Mr. Ho, good morning." Zhang Xiang smiled and greeted him in a modern way.

These days, he has used this way of greeting both students and gentlemen in the academy, and later these people have gradually become accustomed to being different.

"Mr. Zhang." He Yunzhang waved at him: "I am specially waiting for Mr. Zhang here." ”

"Oh? What advice does Mr. Ho have? Zhang Xiang stopped and said strangely.

He Yunzhang didn't get up, and continued: "Mr. Zhang, He has no eyes, a few days ago, I blamed Mr. wrong, and I hope Mr. Don't be surprised, if Mr. wants to punish He, He will take it." ”

Seeing his sincere appearance, Zhang Xiang was surprised: "I am stupid, I don't know what Mr. He is referring to?" ”

"A few days ago, Mr. He blamed Mr. for not writing poetry, and then went to the teacher to advise him, last night I heard the Mid-Autumn Festival speech made by Mr., and sighed Mr. Poetry talent, He felt very ashamed, so he specially waited here and asked Mr. for guilt." He Yunzhang still didn't get up.

Zhang Xiang was very surprised, just such a trivial matter, this He Yunzhang actually made the atmosphere so strong.

He didn't take this matter to heart at all, firstly, he was not called a poet at all, He Yunzhang was right, and secondly, he knew the temperament of scholars in this era, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was iron-clad, and he never liked to be in the company of degenerates, and he also despised those vulgar people.

They regard learning as the supreme pursuit, and books as treasures that cannot be defiled, so Zhang Xiang's poem is not worthy of being called a scholar in the eyes of He Yunzhang.

Zhang Xiang just felt that this He Yunzhang was too cautious at that time, and the rest didn't have any ideas.

He walked up with a surprised look on his face and helped He Yunzhang up: "Is there such a thing?" I don't know. ”

He Yunzhang was also suddenly surprised: "Then the teacher called Mr. to the back courtyard that day, that is..."

"Oh, you said that day!" Zhang Xiang hurriedly explained with a smile: "That day, Mr. Su just called me over and said some principles of teaching and educating people, which benefited me a lot, and Mr. Su did not mention the rest. ”

"Really?" He Yunzhang hurriedly confirmed.

Zhang Xiang nodded affirmatively: "Seriously." ”

"Oh!" He Yunzhang breathed a sigh of relief, but hurriedly surrendered his hand: "Then He still has to sincerely apologize to Mr. Zhang." ”

"It's just a misunderstanding, just solve it, Mr. He doesn't have to take it to heart, we and other scholars should be open-minded." Zhang Xiang smiled slightly, and then said, "I have to go first, the students are still waiting for me." ”

"Sir, walk slowly." He Yunzhang hurriedly handed it over.

Zhang Xiang gave He Yunzhang enough face, retained his dignity as a scholar, and gave him a good step.

If he admits to having this incident, then He Yunzhang will always have a shadow of self-shame in his heart after that, and it will be difficult to achieve anything in learning in the future.

What he respects is not He Yunzhang as a person, but the spirit of respecting culture in He Yunzhang.

From him, it can also reflect the prosperity of literature and Taoism in this era.

It is with this kind of cultural inheritance that future generations can have a deep enough cultural heritage.

Although he didn't know how this world would develop in the future, in such an era, he would think of the world in which he lived in his previous life, and how magnificent the cultural heritage that had been bred in the long history of 5,000 years, which he also admired.

Moreover, people like He Yunzhang have extreme negatives, and naturally there are extreme positives, literati are light, and he may scoff at those who are not as good as him, but those who are masters are teachers, if they can surpass him in talent and reach a height that is difficult for him to reach, he will respect him.

The poem he said last night, He Yunzhang knew that he would not be able to do it in his life, so he waited for him at the gate of the academy early in the morning to apologize to him.

Zhang Xiang also found it interesting, but fortunately he was full of wealth: it contains 300 Tang poems and 500 Song poems.

That's not a loss of face.

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