Poor women cure hunger in Jiangsu and Zhejiang Pavilion

Talented people help the miserable luck

Zhou Pei's guild tried the first, and his pride and enthusiasm suddenly turned into frost. Originally, the three were smooth, and the self-conscious article was made full of flowers, and there was no reason, but unexpectedly, the word "Xuan" was never missing in the poem, and he committed Kangxi's sacredness. In this way, no matter how good the eight-strand strategy is, it is in vain. The roll was pasted, and the scene was distracted, only to feel that the streets of Jingshi suddenly became so strange, so distant, so gray, miserable, and cold. The monks and pilgrims of Fahua Temple also seemed to peep through his heart, and their eyes were filled with pity and sarcasm. What he felt was not pain or remorse, if that was the case, crying would be easy, and he felt that everything around him had an almost numb coldness towards him, and his heart was like soaking in ice water, cold to the bone, cold......

It wasn't until the autumn that his spirit gradually improved, but then he got a serious illness, and the abbot of the temple was able to heal him in time. I couldn't move around until the spring of the following year, but I was already skinny. But this illness has become a good thing, and after a few months of "baking cakes" on the clay kang, Zhou Peigong finally figured it out: since ancient times, who can achieve great things and make great achievements, who has not risen to prominence after several tribulations? I came to Beijing alone, "Zhang Kongquan is in the field of war and literature, and he is stepping on the road of profitability" I can't even stand this small setback, what else can I talk about to help the world?

But by this time, there was nothing left on his body. That morning, when he heard the bell ringing in the temple, Zhou Peigong suddenly remembered that today was the Duanyang Festival, so he hurriedly got up and went to the well in the vegetable garden behind him to wash, and cheered up to go into the city today—there are several guild halls in the alley of rotten noodles, and there are rich people there, and maybe he will meet a fellow acquaintance.

By the time we got to the rotten noodle alley, it was almost noon. Although the houses are low and the roads are uneven, it is very lively. From afar, you can hear the shouts of selling roasted braised pork, wonton dumplings, and potsticker cold noodles. The narrow streets are crowded with small vendors one by one, what antique jade, needles and threads, old clothes, silk, clay figures, porcelain, celebrity calligraphy and painting, dismantling words and divination, walking the rivers and lakes to sell plasters, Zhou Peigong is really a little hungry at this time, and the snacks spraying incense along the street have a strong temptation for him. Zhou Peigong swallowed his saliva, squeezed through a small alley, and saw a small gatehouse that looked like a temple, with two mud gold plaques hanging on it, one wrote "Hunan and Hubei Hall", and the other wrote "Jiangsu and Zhejiang Tongren Gathering", so he strode in.

There were a lot of people inside, and the situation was no different from that in the alley outside, except for the food sold, there were no groceries. The guys were sweating hot, holding plates, loudly announcing the names of the dishes, and busily delivering food to the two small rooms. There is a burden of selling tofu brains at the door, and the tofu brains that have just been ordered in the jar exude a burst of fragrance. Standing at the stall was a girl, sitting shyly and shyly, unlike those who shouted loudly to solicit customers. There is only an old man and a young man drinking tofu brains next to the stall. There was a person on the side of the wall who watched Mr. Demolish the characters for people, but kept looking at Zhou Peigong who came in. Zhou Peigong didn't care, he just glanced at the snow-white tofu brain in the bowl, and walked in the crowd, but the girl suddenly got up and shouted:

"Eun Gong!"

"Ah, it's you!" Zhou Peigong looked back and saw that it was the girl who had been bullied by Liu Yigui in Zhengyangmen, and said with a smile: "What kind of benefactor am I...... You've been doing business here? ”

"Daddy is sick, it's a little better, I can't get up." The girl blushed, scooped out a large bowl of tofu brains from the jar, added sugar, put it on the table embarrassedly, and whispered, "Please use a little, there is really nothing good - it turns out that you are a ...... of this subject."

Zhou Peigong had all the taste in his heart at this time, and a bitter water that seemed to be sour and astringent surged up his throat, and he was really a little overwhelmed: "I'm ashamed ......."

"What's there to be ashamed of here?" The girl said, "People grow up eating whole grains, and they are not immortals, so they can do whatever they want—Lu Mengzheng still has to eat—drink a bowl first, and I'll go buy two biscuits......"

A bowl of hot tofu brains, two baked cakes, Zhou Peigong was warm all over, and when he peeked at the girl, he was washing the dishes with a calm demeanor, so he stood up and asked a little crampedly: "Girl, what is your name and where do you live, can you tell me?" ”

"My name is Azo, and my family lives at the north entrance of the alley—what about you?"

"My name is Zhou Peigong, and I am now poor and miserable, floating around. ……”

Unable to say any more, the girl silently opened the money box, there were about dozens of coppers in it, all poured out, stacked it together, put it on the table, groaned a little and pulled off the silver hairpin on the head and put it on the money, and said embarrassedly: "On the benevolence of the public heart, the gods and Buddhas will definitely protect you." It's nothing now, we are a small family, and we can't fund anything, this is a little ...... Please accept it, work hard, the next subject is a must-......"

"No, no, no!" Zhou Peigong said in a panic, "How can this be done?" ”

"What's this," said the girl apologetically, "if you dislike it, I'll ...... it."

Zhou Peigong's blood was about to boil, he stepped forward to pick up the hairpin, picked up a copper coin and tucked it in his arms, and his voice trembled a little with excitement: "Little sister, I take it!" With this hairpin and money as proof, if you don't die, you will be rewarded! He didn't look back.

"Little eldest sister, you didn't know that young man just now, why did you call him a benefactor?" The teenager who was drinking tofu brain next to him asked strangely. Ah Zuo told him about being bullied by Liu Yigui in front of Zhengyang Gate.

"Oh, he's a straight man, and you're a good girl," said the young man who drank tofu brain, standing up and saying, "This is for you!" As he spoke, he put something that looked like money and not money on the table, and Ah Zor picked it up and saw that it was a golden melon seed!

This young man is Kangxi, because of the Duanyang Festival, he took Tuhai out for a tour, and happened to bump into Zhou Peigong. This aroused Kangxi's curiosity, and when he saw that Zhou Peigong had folded to the backyard, he wanted to follow in, and when he turned his face, he saw that the person who had just seen the word was still standing there, wearing a three-branch nine-leaf carved gold pedestal, and he knew that he was a jinshi to be elected. Kangxi walked towards the man and asked the man abruptly: "Your noble surname, Taifu?" ”

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I see that you are very noble, just ask."

"It's okay, let's go shopping!" The man said impatiently, apparently thinking that the young man was too inexplicable. Tu Hai saw that Kangxi had changed color, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "This is my master, Young Master Long, please ask for the name of the honorable person, it is nothing more than to make friends......

"Li Mingshan!" The man straightened his neck as he spoke, and his imposing head was like a small copper kettle that had just been polished.

"Do you know the person who just went in?" Kangxi had already seen him pay attention to Zhou Peigong, and he didn't turn his face, knowing that he must know Zhou Peigong, so he asked deliberately.

"Know, why don't you know?" Li Mingshan's face was full of sarcasm and sarcasm, "The first famous scholar of the Fahua Temple, the three tombs, the five classics, the eight suo, the nine hills, the Hetu Luoshu, the Qimen Dunjia, and the subset of the scriptures and histories are all incomprehensible, all of them are known, and the conversation is compelling, and the words are shocking - it's a pity that it's a sandalwood toilet!" ”

"How so?" Kangxi asked with a smile.

“…… It's a pity for the material. "When he was able to write, Li Mingshan was teased by Zhou Peigong, and at this time he was so ambitious that he mocked him to his heart's content, "Xiao He and Zhang Liang's Wen Tao Wu Strategy, Su Qin and Zhang Yi's tongue debate talent had to go to Dongjingli, and the next year I will take the exam, and if I become his house teacher, then it is called the current world!" He laughed heartily.

"You may not be able to be his landlord." Kangxi laughed dryly and said, "Can you choose it!" ”

"I'm sure I can." Li Mingshan said, "Ming Xiang personally promised me - most of you are also a person who has fallen into Sun Mountain, dry and hot, and your eyes are red?" ”

Kangxi sneered when he heard this: "I have always been poisonous in my words, no matter how much money you spend or whose way you go, I say that if you can't make a trace, you won't be able to make a mark - you have a dark hall, black eyes, and a bad face, maybe even this Jinshi will be lost!" After speaking, he said to Tu Hai: "Let's take a look at that blunt show!" He originally just sympathized with Zhou Peigong's poverty and sorrow, and did not lose his gentlemanly demeanor, but after listening to Li Mingshan's introduction, he had to take a serious look.

Zhou Peigong turned to the backyard, looked up at the sun, it was past noon, and he could hear the voices of people in the room, as if he was chanting poems and lyrics. He was about to push the door in, but was stopped by a man dressed as a long-time: "Who is your husband?" This is the private room of Master Liu Bingchen, and I invited local celebrities to ......" Before he finished speaking, Zhou Peigong pushed his hands in the morning, and the double doors opened with a "bang", and he strode in, and asked Tuan Tuan: "Which is Mr. Liu Bingchen?" ”

The celebrities who were helping the beggars couldn't help but be stunned. An old man with a goatee in his sixties who was sitting in the middle of the room owed his body and asked, "The old man is Liu Bingchen, who is under his feet, and what is the matter here?" ”

"A certain is Zhou Peigong, a poor man in central Hubei!" Zhou Peigong arched his hand, and said with a smile on his face, "Shao Xi Fu Ping, now I see that the guests here are full of people to pray for God to descend to the altar, and I don't feel itchy to come and join in the fun." When several celebrities saw his shabby appearance, they thought that they were here to smoke abundance, and shook their fans and ignored them. However, the salt merchants did not dare to slack off when they saw that although Zhou Peigong's clothes were shabby, he was magnificent. Liu Bingchen hurriedly let go of his hand and said with a smile: "If you come, you are fated." There are all kinds of sand tables here, whoever invites more immortals, and whose silver is who's - I can't invite immortals at this time! ”

"If you don't come to the altar of the gods, it's the rune book that doesn't work, and the rune book doesn't work is insincere." Zhou Peigong smiled, turned his head to look at Kangxi and Tu Hai, who had just come in, and continued, "Please calm your hearts, and wait for me to invite a few more immortals to descend to the altar!" After that, he strode to the altar, bowed deeply, straightened up and waved his pen, wrote the word "one" uprightly, held it in his hand and said: "Zi said that my way is consistent, this charm is specially invited to the literati bachelor, you have good eyes, you can see a few good poems today!" As he spoke, he burned the talisman and helped him in front of the frame. I saw that the pen stopped for a moment, and then scratched on the sand table like flying:

The lonely boat in the cold river lies on the flute, and the water sandwiches the shore and the reeds are bright. Don't look for gold and purple in the green clouds, but come to the white sand to find seclusion.

The ruthless grass is ruthless, and the clouds and trees are green. However, the old captain's ears were square, and the port side did not hear the sound of the back.

"Good!" Everyone couldn't help but applaud, but when they saw the wooden pen, they criticized again:

Wu Naikang is also to the mountain!

Kang was the champion of the Hongzhi period of the former Ming Dynasty, and his literary name was temporary, and Zhou Peigong, a cold Confucian, suddenly moved out of such a big man. The salt merchants and celebrities couldn't help but be in awe, knelt down together, and prayed: "The style of Dianyuan Cihua has been seen, and I want to see the whole leopard." ”

Zhou Peigong was silent, and the pen said quickly:

Half of the old works have been forgotten, and there are three dedication to Yangzhou Xinlefu, please correct it.

Several salt merchants couldn't help but be surprised, and the five Xiangshan celebrities invited the immortals for a long time, and only made two songs. Kang Xiangshan, who was invited by this person, was willing to appreciate his face so much! In the midst of admiration, the pen moved again:

Borrow God's debt, look at God and worship, and the God of Wealth allows me to worship my daughter. Don't be an idle official, don't be a Jia, buy chicks to sing and dance. A nursery rhyme, and the house is full of gold. The chicks danced once, and the Shu brocade was higher than the stage! The red candle shakes the spring night and the night is short, pouring out thousands of properties. Don't be sad about going bankrupt, you have your own God of Wealth as a creditor!

At this point, the wooden pen pauses slightly. All the celebrities were busy, scrambling for the pen and the paper and grinding the ink, copying it sentence by sentence.

Zhou Peigong raised his face and sighed softly, but he was speechless. All the celebrities praised in unison, and commented on the excerpts and quotations; Some of the salt merchants clapped their hands in harmony, and some saw that Zhou Peigong was tired, so they came over with tea. Kangxi was already stunned, and when he saw a tile monk sitting upright on the table, he pointed and said, "Please use this product as the theme!" ”

Zhou Peigong nodded with a smile, but the wooden pen wrote:

I learned Confucianism when I was young, and I didn't have the inner classics, and the master of Innocent came with me, and asked him to catch the knife on his behalf.

After a pause, he wrote:

What an affair for the mountain dwellers! The old man is not good at this. He has inherited the pen, but he will be slandered against the mountain belt

Mistakenly drove Ci Sailing back to the sea, and the storm broke the pulpit platform. Over the years, the saying has become empty, and I wish the lotus pond to sprinkle the cup.

Bodhi dew drops the wine cup, drunk and down, the Zen bed gas has not fallen. Eye-catching and laughing at his Buddha's hands, may he take a bite of the Xijiang River? - Chao Siniang came, and the monks had to avoid it.

The pen was silent for a long time, and then moved again on the plate. Plate after plate was written, and everyone followed and copied it, but when they looked closely, it was:

Foolish monks are accustomed to escaping literary debts, but they use slaves to appear in the world. The pen and ink of the game in the boudoir are for the dirty men outside? Or copy a poem from Master Kang to them

Qihua Ruicao is full of Pinggao, taking advantage of the east wind to return to Bishan. The hoe incense is wet with dew, and the basket is small with cloud peaches, who is a close friend? Half a life of poverty and sorrow no one knows. No one knows, Mr. pointed to the mountain servant and said: My surname is Liu, why don't you fish in Yuxi? The word east fence, how not to pour a scoop to the chrysanthemum, all day long across the front stream, picking jade seedlings; Along the fragrant shore, look for herbs. A mountain col of the water, walking a thousand times. If it weren't for my hard work to find trouble, I would be a hero for half a lifetime, drunk and poetic, and wandering in the lake and sea - only Song Yuchou, Wenyuan disease, and Xiao Xiao with temples! threw away the groan, inserted the flower label, and pretended to be Joe, don't you see that the lazy health care is ineffective, and the old Huang Gong is trying in vain? Zhumen is full of wine and meat, how many Feng Yaer Cao? Pang Hongqiao, listen to Yuxiao; Take advantage of the painting boat, floating immortals; Accompany the official pavilion, chant poetry grass, where does the old home mountain come from? jumped out of the trap of sorrow, it is immortal; Break this dumb riddle and discipline your husband to laugh!

At this time, everyone was already dizzy and upside down, Zhou Peigong wrote a sentence, everyone copied a sentence, praised a sentence, some of them led their throats and pressed the sound of man, and some of them were envious and couldn't help themselves. Kangxi saw that Zhou Peigong's eyes were full of tears, and he couldn't help but glance at Tuhai inquiringly. Tu Haifang looked at Zhou Peigong with envy, and when he saw Kangxi looking at him, he hurriedly whispered: "This is not Kang to the mountain, it is this Mr. Zhou's self-described heartbeat." ”

Before Tuhai's words fell, Zhou Peigong lost his fight, looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing so much that everyone in the hall was stunned. But I heard Zhou Peigong say loudly: "There are only ghosts and villains and fallen gentlemen in the world, how can there be any bullshit fairies?" These bad poems, originally written by untalented, actually deceived a large group of knowledgeable people! ”

"He's under the devil!" Liu Bingchen was shocked and hurriedly shouted, "Quickly burn the paper and send Kang Dianyuan back home!" And when he spoke, he prostrate.

"Kang's bones are rotten, and he can still make poems?" Zhou Peigong smiled indifferently, took out a manuscript from his arms, and said, "There is only one volume of clumsy manuscripts, and I am willing to present it to you to sharpen it!" ”

"How can you say that?" There was an uproar in the hall. A few celebrities came over, took the manuscript of the poem, and while flipping through it, they said miscellaneously:

"Is this poetry? This is a poor Confucian sour stuffing! ”

"It's a big red here!"

"It's time to draw a thick bar here!"

"This ...... What is it called? ”

"It's called a breath down!"

The strange words and defective hand-criticized words caused several salt merchants to laugh. Kangxi picked up a chair to the corner of the hall and sat down, stilting his legs and watching.

Suddenly, several celebrities stopped talking, and they were very embarrassed and embarrassed by each other—it turned out that they had seen the poem and the new music that had just begun. Flipping down further, Chao Siniang's song is also impressive. After an embarrassing silence, Zhou Peigong retrieved the poem manuscript from the hands of several celebrities who were in a daze, threw it on the table casually, and said with a smile: "Words are a small way, not enough to talk about." A conceited and uninhibited talent, learned to be a literary and martial artist, wandered the world, and wanted to serve the king above the dragon court, who would have thought that he would invite a name with this today - everyone should not be embarrassed, people are not saints and sages. If it's not Jiufang Gao, who can recognize Muli Huang? Ancient and modern habits are like this, how dare Pei Gong seek full blame? In this eloquent way, it made all the celebrities sweat more and more, and they were uncomfortable. Liu Bingchen laughed and got up and said: "I have such a talent in Hubei, and I have fallen into the capital and failed to take care of it, which is the sin of the little old man." Mr. Zhou – Please sit down and make some tea! ”

Kangxi saw that they were so ashamed that their faces were red, and they hugged Zhou Peigong to the first seat, so he got up and took the draft of the poem, and looked through it page by page: the front was the poem, and then looked down, there were some zigzag pictures, and some marks were marked, and he looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally he didn't know what it was. Tu Hai's eyes lit up, and he whispered in Kangxi's ear: "Lord, this person does know the soldiers, this is the map of Hunan, Hubei, Sichuan and Shaanxi!" Kangxi nodded in his heart and said, "I know, you go back and make arrangements." Just as he wanted to get up and leave, another piece of paper slipped out of the manuscript page, Kangxi picked it up and looked at it, the handwriting was very familiar, and it read:

Mingzhu Xiandi Junjian: Don't come to harm, right? After my brother said goodbye from Zhengzhou, he went all the way to the east to give lectures, and he was very safe. This Mr. Zhou Pei Gong is a literary friend of his brother, and he has the talent of literature and martial arts. If the younger brother is in the close courtier, he can be recommended to the Lord for trial. Hurry up

Jun'an

Wu Ciyou travels

Kangxi looked at it, and his hands couldn't help but tremble a little: this person has a letter of recommendation from Wu Ciyou, and he is so down, and the pearl is close at hand, but he refuses to come to the door to confess, with this style, he is a dignified gentleman! In an instant, he changed his mind and decided to summon Zhou Peigong immediately. Kangxi put the manuscript and letter back on the table and walked out without a sound. sighed and said to Tu Hai, who came out: "Let's go to the tea garden over there and sit down." ”

"Isn't the Lord waiting for Zhou?" Tu Hai said, "It's better to hand it over to the slave ......" Before he finished speaking, Kangxi had already strode away.