Chapter 2: The Lower Ranks

In the heavy snow season, on the surface of the Yangtze River outside the city of Jiankang in Beijing, there is a passenger ship coming eastward against the current. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The passenger ship looked very small in the snow and fog, the river was cold and foggy, and the charcoal fire in the ship was burning vigorously.

There were three people in the cabin, the youngest one was sleeping soundly in the futon, a young man was reading and writing, and an old servant was boiling a decoction to ward off the cold.

The scene inside the boat was peaceful and gentle, and Xie An still felt cold lying in the futon.

He couldn't understand why his eldest brother, who was reading a book, was dressed so thinly and could still look calm, not to mention that the eldest brother would walk to the bow of the boat from time to time, holding a thermos in his arms, and singing in the wind.

It seems that the demeanor of this Wei Jinshi people still needs time to understand.

This time, the eldest brother Xie Yi took Xie An back to Jiankang from Yan County.

Because their eldest uncle Xie Kun had just passed away in Jiangxi Yuzhang Taishou, half of the Xie family had fallen, and now only Xie An's father was supporting the family in Jiankang.

Along the way, the eldest brother, who is usually rough and unruly, is also worried, one is sad for the death of his relatives, and the other is worried about the future of the family, so that he doesn't even have the heart to drink.

Xie An saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

But what can a child do, just the strong sleepiness in his physiology will break him.

Jiankang, the capital of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, had a name that carried more suffering in the future, Nanjing.

Jiankang has an indescribable vastness in the majestic wind and snow. It is the last barrier for the Han people to be invaded by the Hu people in the north, and if they retreat south, they will perish.

The closer he got to Jiankang City, the more Xie Anxin felt more and worried, worried about his fate.

Although he crossed a good family and did not become a poor family or a homeless person, the Chen Jun Xie clan was just a scholar who had just entered the last position, and his family background was not enough, and his wealth was not much.

Now in the family situation, Xie An's mother died of illness after giving birth to him, and Xie's father and several concubines, second brother, and fourth brother all live in Wuyi Lane.

"Ahri, what are you thinking? The brow furrowed. ”

Big brother Xie Yi flicked his head.

The eldest brother is like a father, Xie An has been taken by Xie Yi in the past few years, although Xie Yi has his own son, but he has never brought his wife and children because he has been released as an official.

So Xie Yi loves his younger brother very much.

Ahri is Shea'an's nickname.

The domestic cat is a cat, the wild cat is a raccoon, the domestic cat is pampered, and the raccoon dog is another kind of fox, the fox, intelligent and cunning, and grows in the mountains, vigorous and sensitive.

This is no different from later generations, it is customary to marry a child a cheap name, and the elders pray for him to grow up as vigorous and intelligent as a raccoon dog when he is sick and weak.

Besides, the nicknames of Xie An's four brothers are all derived from a sentence in "The Book of Songs, Daya, Han Yi", "There are bears and dogs, cats and tigers".

The eldest brother Xie Yi's nickname is Ah Jiu, and he takes the nine beasts of Zhonglun Mountain in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas"; The second brother's nickname is Huzi; The fourth brother's nickname is Ah Yu, the one who stings the beast, and the bear is also.

In the face of the eldest brother's concern, Xie An truthfully said what he thought, "Ahri is thinking that the uncle is a Jiangzuo Bada, and now he is a romantic person, as a nephew, Ahri has never seen it, and he can't help but feel sad in his heart, and once the uncle dies, it will be a big loss to the prestige of the family." ”

The eldest uncle Xie Kun is one of the eight characters in Jiangzuo, and he has a very high reputation among the scholars, and his personal fame will also enhance the reputation of the family.

Xie An also realized after wearing it that the reputation of the Xie family is not high now, and it is a fledgling scholar, for example, in their house in Wuyi Lane in Jiankang, the next-door neighbor is either the Langya Wang family of today's Dasitu, or the northern high-ranking family such as the grandson of Confucius and the famous minister of Eastern Wu.

And the Xie family only had two generations of officials in the Jin Dynasty, and their foundation was weak.

Xie Yi laughed and stroked his head, "Prestige? Ahri, in the future, I, Xie, will watch Ahri lead the younger generations. ”

Xie An pretended to be angry and puffed out his cheeks, "Big brother laughed at me again." ”

Xie Yi said: "Ahri is still young and has such an idea, and Brother admires it. ”

In the months since he came to this world, Xie An has been obediently playing his role.

Although this child is a precocious character, he rarely spoils, and he was extremely awkward and coquettish, but in his previous life, he was an orphan, and now he is taken care of like a parent, and sometimes he naturally takes on the identity of a child.

Not only is there a mother who is a treasure for a child, but a child with a brother is also happy.

It is not easy to walk all the way from Yanxian to Jiankang, when the Wei and Jin dynasties, the development of Jiangdong is not complete, most places are very barren, close to Jingkou to cross the river by boat, and then take an ox cart into the city.

From Xie Yi receiving the news of his uncle's death to dealing with the affairs of his office, coupled with Xie An's young and weak illness, he hurried to hurry, and the two did not catch up with the funeral and the first seven.

After getting off the boat, they began to jolt on the ox cart.

Xie An was held by Xie Yi to sleep on his lap, and I don't know how long it took, Xie Yi woke him up, "Ahri, it's almost time to Shizigang, the uncle is buried there, let's worship first and then go back." ”

It was Xie An's regret that he couldn't see Xie Kun, and he couldn't send him on the last journey, which made the two brothers even more sad.

It was October, just after the Winter Clothes Festival, the haze and snow were falling, the frost and wind were cold, and the Shizigang was even more cypress and forest, and the wild grass was scattered.

Shizigang is in the south of Jiankang City, in the Three Kingdoms Sun Wu was a mass grave, to the Jin Dynasty it became a civilian burial area, Xie is now not a big family, the family is not rich, can give Xie Kun the best burial place is Shizigang.

"Ahri has poetry in his heart? One sentence is also OK, so that the uncle also knows that my family Saburo can compose poems at the age of four. ”

Xie Yi has always paid attention to the early education of his younger brother, and taught him calligraphy and writing, reading poetry and reading words when he was learning to speak.

Xie An loved Li Bai's poems in his previous life, and vaguely remembered that there was such a sentence written about Shi Zigang, so he nodded.

Xie Yiran saw it, and his wide sleeves swept across the snow in front of the tomb, as if a thin wind blew away the snow and dust on the ice surface, revealing a large area of clean and tight ice.

Xie An took the pen dipped in ink, pressed the paper with a stone, thought for a moment, and wrote down the four lines of the poem.

When Xie An was learning to speak, he began to practice calligraphy with a pen, just because the most important skill for the children of the scholar clan to become famous was calligraphy.

Since he wore it, with the calligraphy foundation of the past few years in his previous life, he thought that he could be praised by Xie Yi, but unexpectedly, when he used up what he had learned in his previous life to write one, he was criticized by Xie Yi for not writing as well as before.

Ashamed, he almost wanted to drop the pen, did the ancients hang up, either not afraid of the cold, or a child genius, let him be a modern college student Yali Mountain!

Only hard work can make up for the clumsiness, since he was criticized by Xie Yi for calligraphy, he practiced hard, just like preparing for the college entrance examination.

So Xie Yi finished reading the four lines of the poem he wrote on the side, and couldn't help but praise: "Ahri's words have improved again, and when I see my father, he won't blame me for occasionally being greedy for alcohol and delaying your study, this poem is not bad." ”

"It's all taught by my brother, but Ahri is still young and doesn't have a lot of knowledge, so I still need to think about it for a long time."

Xie An got up after writing, patted the dirt on the corner of his clothes, and stretched out his little hand to Xie Yi.

The two brothers stood side by side for a few more moments, holding hands until the ashes cleared and the snow grew heavier.

The terrain where Jiankang City is located is dominated by dragons and tigers, and purple gas comes from the east.

But surrounded by mountains on three sides, one side of the water is empty, as soon as winter comes, the cold air of the north is harvested, the weather is wet and cold, Xie Yi saw that his face was pale, and he couldn't help but pour him more wine.

There is simply no method of purification in this era, and the degree of wine is not high, Xie An returned to the car, slightly drunk and fell asleep, the ox cart slowly turned upside down, and it was still far away from Wuyi Lane, where his home was located, and he could still have a good dream.

At the same time, an ox cart also drove out of the south fence gate of Jiankang and came to Shizigang to worship Xie Kun.

Getting out of the car was a middle-aged scribe, who happened to meet the Xie brothers, but he was hidden in the tomb group and quietly watched the two young nephews of the Xie family.

This is the age of looking at faces, so the middle-aged scribe showed a smile of appreciation.

After the two brothers' ox carts left, the middle-aged scribe came to Xie Kun's tomb and looked at the quatrain pressed in front of the tomb.

Lei Lei Shi Zigang, Xiao Xiao poplar sound.

Poplar is sad and windy, and Xiao Xiaochou kills.

The first two sentences were unread, but the last two sentences were two sentences from the "Ancient Poems" written by Anonymous for more than 100 years.

He chewed on his meaning, mourning for the deceased buried here, and then took a pen and paper, and copied Xie An's handwriting with his hand, and sighed in his heart, "This son is still young, and he has just entered the ink path." ”

"But whether I can make it to the small list will have to wait for me to see."

The middle-aged man here was anxious to see Xie An again, while Xie An, who was bumpy in the ox cart and had already entered the inner city and had passed the Suzaku float, had just been woken up by the sound of his eldest brother and outsiders.

Listening to the outside of the car, the eldest brother said coldly: "Your Kong family has recently been promoted to two big officials, and your eyes have grown to the top of your head?" ”

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