It's August.

A peaceful life is always something to reverie.

In addition to reading, practicing calligraphy and writing articles, Xu Yan does the most every day is meditation.

This habit comes from a previous life and has been preserved.

Xu Yan believes that meditation can calm him down and better think about what he will do in the future.

To some extent, this is the same meaning as the meditation advocated by Wang Shouren.

In this way, he did not insult the name of Wang Xue's disciple.

On this day, he was meditating on himself, and Mr. Qian suddenly found him and said that there was an old man who wanted to see him.

Xu Yan couldn't help but be a little surprised, what other old people did he have in Hangzhou?

Coming to the hall with doubts, Xu Yan suddenly realized.

It turned out that this old man was Yang Pengju.

Yang Pengju suddenly found Xu Yan because it was naturally about business.

Since the last time he went to Jingdezhen, Jiangxi Province to sell a batch of porcelain, he has been thinking about how to expand the market with Zhejiang, especially Hangzhou.

After some brain-racking thinking, the little fat man finally came up with a way.

"Big brother, I want to find someone to sell these porcelains to a local scholarly family. But it's too ordinary, and they certainly don't want to. I wondered if I could make some illustrations of the Fire Book so that they could attract attention. ”

Xu Yan said in his heart, this is indeed a method.

"But these porcelains have been glazed, I'm afraid it's not good to be fired twice, right?"

Xu Yan naturally also raised doubts.

"You don't have to worry about this big brother, I have a relationship in Jingdezhen, and I have already thought about opening a kiln in Hangzhou to burn the kiln myself. It's up to me to decide what it will be like and how much it will burn. ”

Xu Yan was taken aback.

"You're going to open a kiln? It's a lot of money, isn't it? ”

"What's this. Isn't money just for spending? ”

Yang Pengju said disapprerovingly: "If you don't spend it, then take it and see it?" Besides, the kiln is not as expensive as you think, big brother. ”

"Brother Pengjuxian, you didn't hide this from Uncle Shi, did you?"

Xu Yan was still a little worried.

"Look at what you said, big brother, how dare the old man do such a big thing."

Yang Peng swallowed and spitted at a high price: "I spent a lot of money to dig up a group of craftsmen from Jingdezhen to specialize in porcelain. ”

Xu Yan nodded.

Not to mention, the little fat man made a little bit of a look.

"You said you wanted to paint the scene on porcelain, but that's not impossible."

Xu Yan has been thinking about how to broaden the sales channels, and now it seems that what the little fat man said is not a route.

"There happens to be a new book called 'The Story of Stones', which depicts a very elegant and beautiful scene, which is suitable for painting on porcelain."

Yang Pengju was overjoyed when he saw that Xu Yan agreed.

"Great!"

He swallowed and spitted at the mouth, "Big brother, you only need to give me some of the manuscripts to be drawn, and I will handle the rest." Don't use the latest one, just print it! ”

After a pause, Yang Pengju continued: "By the way, big brother, I heard that there will be a big tide in Qiantang in a few days, do you want to go and have a look?" ”

"Qiantang tide?"

Not to mention, Xu Yan didn't really see the tide of the Qiantang River in his previous life, but he had heard about it.

You can't experience that kind of shock without experiencing it yourself.

There is an opportunity in this life, and it seems a pity not to take a look.

After thinking for a moment, he raised his head at Yang Peng and said, "That's it, I'll take a leave of absence with my teacher in a while." If I can take a leave of absence, I will go with you. ”

Yang Pengju was overjoyed when he heard this: "The tide of Qiantang is very imposing, big brother, you must not miss it." ”

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Long memories of the tide, full of Guo people to fight for the river to see. The sea of suspicion is empty, and the drums are beating on all faces. The tide stands towards the waves, and the red flag is not wet. Don't look at it in a dream, the dream is still cold.

Every year from August 15 to 18, the Mid-Autumn Festival is the time when the tide of the Qiantang River is the largest.

Xu Yan took leave from Mr. Qian and went to watch the tide with Yang Pengju.

Yang Pengju and Xu Yan are both watching the tide for the first time, so they are naturally very excited.

Although it was crowded, the interest of being side by side was not diminished at all.

"Big brother, look, the tide is coming!"

Although the little fat man is not tall, he can still see it on tiptoe.

As for some children, it is better to be held on the shoulders of the grandmother to watch the experience.

From a distance, the tide is just a white line.

As the tide drew nearer, the surging force was like a wild horse galloping through a thousand armies.

Before approaching, the tide was as high as two people.

Xu Yan's heart was in his throat, but Yang Pengju was so frightened that his legs were weak.

"August 18 tide, spectacular world. Kunpeng hit 3,000 miles in water, and trained 100,000 people. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the red flag and the green cover were mutually exclusive, and the black sand and white waves swallowed each other. Life will meet the ancients, and this situation and this scene will have both. May you add candles when you hear this, and the white robe outside the door is like a hoove. ”

I don't know who suddenly chanted Su Dongpo's "Watching Zhejiang Tao", but it was very appropriate.

The tide hits, like a storm crashing on the shore. Even Xu Yan's clothes were soaked.

"Friend Xu, are you there too?"

There is a prerequisite for scholars in the Ming Dynasty to be commensurate with friends, that is, they must be talented.

Xu Yanshun looked at him, but saw Su Zhan greeting him with a smile on his face.

Su Zhan is a native of Qiantang County, Hangzhou Prefecture, and was impressed by Xu Yan's talent during the Gushan Poetry Club. The two became acquainted.

He was chanting poetry.

"Friend Su also came to watch the tide."

Xu Yan smiled and said, "This Qiantang tide is really unparalleled in the world. ”

Su Zhan nodded and agreed: "The sea is thunderous, and the waterfall in the heart of the river is horizontal. The ancients did not deceive me. ”

As if aroused, Su Zhan pouted: "In this situation, why don't you write a poem to make a strong voice." ”

"This..."

Xu Yan's face was embarrassed.

"Friend Xu, friend Xu, come!"

Seeing this, Su Zhan began to laugh and arch the fire.

Although the people behind him did not know why, they still echoed the way.

Seeing that the situation was inviolable, Xu Yan carried his back with one hand, paced and chanted:

"The waves of Penglai, Gao Feisha, the Song family palace. Whoever is agitated, Lingxu is angry, and the crown is rushed. The sails were unloaded, and the drums of Haimen began to sound. It is like a group of thousands of wind horses sudden, striving to surpass. ”

Xu Yan groaned, and Su Zhan applauded repeatedly.

"What a song full of Jianghong! Friends Xu wrote the momentum of the tide of Qiantang overwhelmingly. What is the first talent in Ningbo, I think it is not an exaggeration to call Xu Friend the first talent in Jiangnan. ”

In the face of Su Zhan's praise, Xu Yan couldn't cry or laugh.

The scope of Jiangnan is very large, strictly speaking, Nanzhili, Zhejiang, and even part of Jiangxi and Huizhou can be called Jiangnan.

The name of the first genius in Jiangnan is too big.

This is a killing!

Fame is enough for this thing, and it's not a good thing to be too loud.

"Friend Su has an overreputation. Xu didn't dare to be ashamed. ”

Xu Yan said modestly: "Xu Mou Qiantang watched the tide for a while, and made a clumsy song, which made everyone laugh. ”

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