86_86695Like a child in this era, Zhu Weiyan has not been out of the house much since she was a child because of her family conditions. Because of the remote location of Zhijiang Wang's Garden, she has not had much contact with her peers. In the memory of Zhu Weiyan, who lived with her father and grew up alone, it seems that she has never had the joy of childhood. This time, he went out to Zhijiang County in a four-wheeled carriage with Wang Shuhui's modern craftsmanship, which was Zhu Weiyan's first time outing.

Unlike several children who are also thirteen or fourteen years old, although Zhu Weiyan has experienced a lot of hardships, she still maintains the innocent temperament of a young girl. She held Wang Shuhui's arm with one hand, and constantly delivered all kinds of snacks and snacks to her cherry mouth with the other.

Zhu Weiyan seems to be interested in everything. She was intrigued by all the facilities in the carriage and all the sights on the road. After a while, he asked Wang Shuhui about the facilities in the carriage, and then asked Wang Shuhui to explain the scenery outside the carriage. When they met a farmer carrying a burden, they were shocked.

Wang Shuhui brought three thirteen or fourteen-year-old children out this time, and these three children were the smartest of the dozens of children. After two weeks of study, the three of them mastered Hanyu Pinyin, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and their knowledge level reached about the level of primary school graduation. The diligence and intelligence of these displaced children in the Ming Dynasty made Wang Shuhui, a university teacher, very happy, especially unlike those children in modern society, they are very obedient and sensible, and they greatly cherish the opportunity to receive education.

In the ranks of the homeless, children younger than them will not survive. God knows what kind of experience they went through, after being selected to Wang Shuhui's side to receive a special education, even the hearty food and comfortable clothes could not put a smile on their faces.

When Wang Shuhui first saw them, these children were all thin and out of appearance because of hunger, and their eyes that seemed to be very big did not seem to carry any affection. The first time he ate with them, Wang Shuhui looked at them with wooden faces, big lifeless eyes, and quickly stuffed rice and meat from the bowl into his mouth, as if his heart had been hit by something all at once.

Until now, Wang Shuhui still can't figure out what kind of love he was at that time, whether it was heartache, depression, anger, or sadness, this kind of chaotic love that Wang Shuhui always thought was a kind of petty bourgeois moaning without illness, really appeared, and has been haunting Wang Shuhui's heart.

Wang Shuhui's life experience of more than 20 years in modern society is definitely not happy. But he always felt that there were no poor people in this world who really meant anything. As long as the overall social environment allows, people of any origin can achieve the life they want through their own efforts.

When he faced Zhu Youzi's father and daughter at the beginning of the crossing, he still felt that Zhu Youzi was a person who led his life to a depressed life because of his own lack of effort. Therefore, when he faced the people of this era at the end of the Ming Dynasty, he still maintained the modern view. It wasn't until I began to understand the actual situation of the displaced people who were recruited and faced with the surviving displaced children. Wang Shuhui really understood the sadness and despair of the lives of the people at the bottom of the feudal society. On this moving carriage, Wang Shuhui's original pleasure of traveling with the United States gradually dissipated under the obvious contrast between the restrained numbness of the homeless children and the joy and happiness of Zhu Weiyan.

Wang Shuhui felt more and more that the goal of transforming China at the end of the Ming Dynasty was no longer a social practice of idealists, but an important mission related to the future destiny of 100 million Chinese.

Wang Shuhui thought about such a thing, and the love was naturally going to change, and the originally cheerful love gradually turned cold. Although he was still seriously answering Zhu Weiyan's question, his tone began to change slightly. It is true that Zhu Weiyan is an innocent girl, but the poor and embarrassing life from childhood to adulthood has cultivated her comfortable and atmospheric character, and it has also made Zhu Weiyan very sensitive to changes in people's feelings. Sensing the change in Wang Shuhui's feelings, Zhu Weiyan gradually quieted down, sat beside Wang Shuhui obediently, and became silent.

"Brother Shi, do you have anything on your mind?" Zhu Weiyan thought that whenever her father's love was low, she would persuade and comfort him by herself, so when she saw Wang Shuhui's love was low, she took the initiative to ask.

Wang Shuhui was thinking about things, and when he heard Zhu Weiyan open his mouth to comfort himself, he smiled, and naturally raised his hand and gently touched the top of Zhu Weiyan's head. Liu Huaiji, who was sitting opposite, saw such a scene, and was very unhappy in his heart, and coughed loudly a few times.

Zhu Weiyan was still enjoying Wang Shuhui's gesture of expressing closeness, but when she heard the coughing sound of the fourth uncle, she quickly twisted her body and avoided Wang Shuhui's hand. Wang Shuhui didn't know why, took off the big gauze hat on his head, hung it on the hook of the carriage, and leaked his short hair wearing a net scarf.

He put his hands behind his head and leaned his body against the back of the carriage. The backrest of the replica train seat is very comfortable and has a thoughtful design of the human body. He calmed down and said to Zhu Weiyan, "Wen'er, do you know Du Fu? ”

When Zhu Weiyan heard this, she said to Wang Shuhui with a smile, "Is the world brother underestimating the slave family?" Although the slave family was poor, they also read some poetry books under the teaching of the second uncle. The slave family knows that Du Shaoling is respected as a poet by the literati of this dynasty. Li Mengyang, a literati during the time of Emperor Sejong, had a poem: 'Li Dude is a poet saint, and he is out of front of all families'. At that time, the literati Yang Shen admired Du Fu even more. There is a verse of 'poetry is as holy as a child'. However, from the point of view of the slave family, the literati of this dynasty are not at the right time, and with the Tang and Song dynasties in front, I am afraid that it is difficult to have a masterpiece that can be compared with the literati of the Tang and Song dynasties. ”

When Wang Shuhui heard this, he was really amazed. I didn't expect that the knowledge of the little radish head is not bad, and it can be comparable to a master's degree student in modern society. Wang Shuhui said to Zhu Weiyan with a doting tone, "Since Wen'er knows Li Du, who do you think is better in the poems of Li Taibai and Du Zimei?" ”

It's the first time Zhu Weiyan has met someone who will discuss knowledge with her seriously. In the past, whether it was an uncle or a father, although they also doted on her, they would not treat themselves with such an equal attitude in learning. She said happily, "I also asked my father about this question, brother. In his father's opinion, Li Taibai's poems are arbitrary and immortal, which is unprecedented and unprecedented, and is naturally higher than Du Zimei. However, the slave family thought that Li Taibai and Du Zimei were both waste literati with poetry and no talents. Although there are thousands of famous articles in the world, they have not really benefited the people of the world. However, if you really want to impose a comparison, the slave family still thinks that Du Zimei cares about the people's suffering, which is better than Li Taibai's official drunkard. ”

When Wang Shuhui heard this, the gloomy mood just now was swept away, and the original wooden face that couldn't be seen even if he had an expression became vivid, and there was a taste of eyebrows flying. A smile rippled on his face like ink staining rice paper, and his mouth also made a loud laugh, "Hahahaha, just with these few comments from my family's Wen'er, it is better than thousands of pedantic scholars in the world." Hahahaha. ”

Zhu Weiyan listened to Wang Shuhui's words of approval, and also became happy, and laughed clearly with Wang Shuhui's wild laughter.

After a while, Wang Shuhui, who was quiet, opened his mouth and said to Zhu Weiyan, "Speaking of which, Du Zimei still has a relationship with our Jingzhou Mansion." Du Fu's younger brother Du Guan lived in Jiangling to escape the war, Du Zimei came to visit him from Kuizhou in Shu, and made a poem, does Wen'er know this poem. ”

Zhu Weiyan smiled slightly, opened her mouth and recited, "From you to Jingfu, the book will call me, sing peppers and add irony, and ban fire and entertainment." The boat is moved by people, the shape of the skeleton is supported by a cane, the sky is swirling in the country, and the spring is near Yueyang Lake. The sun is happy in the south, the sad spirit is scattered in the north, the flying is also winged, and the line is densely connected to the reed. The vulgar and thin rivers and mountains are good, the time is dangerous, and although Feng Tang arrived late, he finally coveted the imperial capital. What the world brother is talking about is this song "Continue to watch the book and welcome the Three Gorges in the middle of the first month of the first month". This is still Du Zimei's rare and elegant work. ”

Wang Shuhui's smile suddenly disappeared, and he said to Zhu Weiyan in a deep tone, "Wen'er is right, but Wen'er knows which of Du Zimei's poems I like the most." ”

Zhu Weiyan heard this, and was very considerate and did not answer. After waiting silently for a cup of tea, I heard Wang Shuhui chanting in a strange tone, "In the imperial court, the benevolent should tremble." The situation is heard of the inner gold plate, all in the Weihuo room. The middle hall dances fairy, and the smoke disperses jade. Warm guest mink fur, sad management chase clear. Persuade guests to make camel hoof soup, frost orange pressed orange. Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. Du Zimei can be called a poet saint, because of this sentence 'Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road'. ”。