The county magistrate wants to build a new preparation warehouse, repair the county school building, and repair the famous eunuch temple, and others will hear it, and they don't think much about it. However, in the ears of Fang Yingwu, who is dissatisfied with his personal status quo and seeks all opportunities, he always feels that the political intentions are quite interesting, and he must know that opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.

Fang Yingwu connected the three construction projects of Zhixian Jihua in his heart, and felt very interesting, of course, the final focus still fell on this famous eunuch temple.

Each place has local village sages and eunuchs, among which the eunuchs are those who have been officials in the local area and have outstanding virtues, and are recommended and reported by the locals. For officials, it is quite good political capital to become a place name eunuch, and after death, they will enter this place name eunuch temple to enjoy worship.

Fang Yingwu has studied countless historical materials, and is best at analyzing small things. This time, he made the following political metaphors from Wang Zhixian's actions:

Wang County's respectful preparation warehouse is a symbol of political achievements; The repair of the county school is to remind the talented students that the official is very good, after all, "public opinion comes from the school", and the public opinion of the county students has a great influence: and the repair of the famous eunuch temple is to guide others to associate themselves with the famous eunuch.

The three constructions are connected together, and its connotation is that "the official intends to make some political achievements, and I hope that you, the local scholars, will seriously comprehend the god of Jing and hold the official as a famous eunuch."

Therefore, Fang Yingwu deduced that this Wang Zhixian seemed to be a person with a famous eunuch complex, so he tentatively said "The old parents should enter the famous eunuch shrine in this county", which really scratched the itch of Wang Zhixian at this time.

To put it bluntly, this county lord just wants to be a famous eunuch. Wang Zhixian has a single name and a noble word, from the eleventh year of Chenghua to the Jinshi and the election of the official Chun'an County, since he arrived at the end of that year, it has been nearly a year and a half of hard work, and he has never heard such intimate words.

This Fang Yingwu is an interesting person! Wang Zhixian's favorability of Fang Yingwu has been raised to a higher level, and his ideological consciousness obviously surpasses that of all county students and gentry in the county.

But Wang Zhixian still thought with great regret, but unfortunately this Fang Yingwu was just a white body who had read books for a few years, and his speech had no influence. If Fang Yingwu was a local gentry and celebrity, it would be different.

Fang Yingwu noticed the change in Wang Zhixian's attitude, so he boldly stepped forward and entered the hall from the entrance of the lobby, wanting to continue to talk to Zhixian for a few words.

Wang Zhixian didn't think it was a pestle in this regard, there were too many people in the county who wanted to talk to him, but as long as they looked at each other and were at the right time, of course the opportunity could be given.

At this moment, suddenly a soap officer rushed in front of Fang Yingwu and said to Wang Zhixian: "Report to the master, the time has come, it's time to disperse and lock up!" ”

Originally, according to the regulations of the county government, the government should be dispersed regularly every day and the door should be closed and locked, and the night interval should be cut off inside and outside and patrol guards should be arranged, and only the county can ziyou enter and exit.

But this interrupted the atmosphere of dialogue between Wang Zhixian and Fang Yingwu.

Originally, talking to Fang Yingwu was an indispensable thing, but seeing that the time to get off work had come, Wang Zhixian also lost his interest in continuing, and got up and said a few words of farewell: "Today's business is over, this official thinks that you are talented and intelligent, and after returning to the village, you must concentrate on learning, and you must not live up to Qingchun Shaoguang." ”

Fang Yingwu secretly said in his heart, this soap Li on duty was deliberate, could it be that Tan Gongdao's friends deliberately made trouble to prevent him from having a relationship with the magistrate? He's just a white villager. It's a rare opportunity to talk to the magistrate, and if you miss this village, it's hard to have the next store.

Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu's mind turned quickly, and he bowed to his deep waist in a hurry: "Xiaomin just thanked the integrity of his old parents, and occasionally got a quatrain in his heart, and he thanked his old parents. ”

Hearing that Fang Yingwu was going to offer poems, and most of them were touting his own poems, Wang Zhixian became a little interested, this kind of thing was the first time he had been an official for a year and a half.

But he was not good at openly encouraging others to offer hymns, so he only smiled quietly and did not stop or urge, but his ears were already quietly pricked up.

Although it was not explicitly stated, the county zun stopped, which is enough to explain everything, can't Fang Yingwu see it? When he opened his mouth, he chanted:

"Yazhai lies and listens to Xiao Xiaozhu, it is suspected that it is the voice of suffering in the world, Jun En will repay Li Shu, and every branch and leaf is always about love! Xiaomin dared to give this quatrain to his old parents, and the title was given to Yin Wanggong of Chun'an County. ”

After chanting four sentences in his mouth, he sighed in his heart, did he finally embark on the fateful road of plagiarizing the poems of later generations?

When Wang Zhixian heard these four sentences, his eyes were wide open, and he almost blurted out a "good", but fortunately, he held it back, and coughed a few times with a red face. This is a eulogy for him, what is the matter with him shouting "good"?

Wang Zhixian originally just had the idea of listening to it. It is good for a teenager to be able to make smooth poems, and it is impossible to have a high level, so after listening to it, it is enough to encourage him to say a few words of "study hard every day".

But he never expected that Fang Yingwu's level of casually reciting these sentences exceeded his imagination, and the contrast was so great that he almost lost his temper. As a genuine jinshi, although Wang Zhixian is not a literary master, he still has the basic ability to appreciate, and he immediately realized the beauty of this poem.

These few sentences are sound and picturesque, affectionate and scene-blended, there is no fleshy rhetoric in the whole text, there is no explicit metaphor, but he silently lifted himself high. It can be called a first-class quatrain that is enough to spread and become famous, it is difficult to buy a hundred gold, if you don't like it, it must be fake!

Wang Zhixian didn't know how to evaluate it, it was very inappropriate to say that it was good, and it was too contrary to his will to say that it was not good, and he sighed after a while: "The gentleman and the minister will report it, and this is the duty of this official." ”

Fang Yingwu had an idea, and replied: "The father and the son should inherit, and it is also the grand wish of the next." ”

Wang Zhixian was stunned for a moment, and after reminiscing, daxiao said: "Interesting, interesting!" "There are all kinds of stupid soaps around, looking at each other, and I don't know where the fun is.

Wang Zhixian casually said "Jun Enchen will be repaid", and Fang Yingwu replied as if he was a pair, "The father and the son should inherit". This is first of all the upper and lower duality, and the words can be described as seamless and flawless.

At the same time, the meaning of "the father should inherit the business" is meaningful and very intriguing. It can be understood that Cheng Fang should express his determination to inherit his father's achievements and work hard to test Xiucai; It can also be understood as asking for favors from things, hinting to the magistrate that I want to be a showman, please take care of it

This casual little play on words is ingenious, and it can only be understood but not spoken. Wang Zhixian was not annoyed by this, but felt that Fang Yingwu was literary and talented. Then he instructed: "It's too late today, tomorrow ri will come to the county office, and this official will test your knowledge." Then he went back to the inner office.

Fang Yingwu came out of the lobby, it was already dusk, and when he saw the clansmen, he said: "The county is in charge of us, and he has already dealt with that wicked person, so don't worry about it anymore." After this news spreads, our village will have a lot less trouble. ”

After everyone cheered softly, Fang Yingwu said again: "I'm not going back, I'm looking for a place to stay in the county tonight." ”

He will be received by the county again tomorrow, and Jihua will go to the county to ask for the food that his father should receive. He didn't want to run back and forth, so he wouldn't go back to Shanghuaxi Village tonight, and Mingri would be active directly in the county seat.

He can not go back, but the other clansmen must rush back, and Ming Ri still has farm work, so he can't be delayed. So everyone said goodbye to Fang Yingwu, handed over all the scattered copper coins to Fang Yingwu, and rushed back to the village overnight.

At this time, most temples were equipped with guest rooms for guests to stay overnight. Fang Yingwu sent the clansmen away and came to the West Temple in Chun'an County to stay. Sure enough, there were a few empty guest rooms in the backyard of this temple, and Fang Yingwu chose a slightly clean one to live in.

Monotonous and bored in the house, Fang Yingwu closed the door, walked out of the temple, and walked around. But at this time, it was already dark, and there were dark lights everywhere, and there was really nothing to see.

Turning to the north of the temple, Fang Yingwu saw faintly flashing lights at the entrance of the alley from a distance. I was attracted to it, and I stood at the entrance of the alley and looked inside, but I saw a few shops with lights, which seemed to be restaurants and wine shops.

This may be the county's nightlife street, but there are not many shops in total, and it seems that the commodity economy has not developed wildly, Fang Yingwu speculated.

There is a courtyard without any signboards, only a pair of large red gauze lanterns are hung on the gate, illuminating the inch below the door. There was a little guy at the door, leaning against the wall and dozing off. Eighty percent of this courtyard is a place of wind and moon, and Fang Yingwu can see it at a glance.

In the 100 years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, although there are occasional major events such as Jingjing and Tumubao, the Jiangnan and Zhejiang areas are basically peaceful and uneventful, and there is little turmoil. Chengping has been peaceful for a long time, and the decadent scene of prosperity and prostitution has begun to erode Chun'an County, a small county in a remote mountainous area? This is simply a law in history that no one can escape, Fang Yingwu sighed with emotion.

But his footsteps were not idle, and one foot had already stepped through the door. Fang experts should conduct on-the-spot investigation and criticism of the decadent cultural undertakings of Ming Dynasty society.

The little servant dozed off at the door, and actually put the coarse cloth clothes in it. After Fang Yingwu entered, he found that the lobby in the courtyard was brightly lit, and many voices were boiling, and many discussions were faintly heard.

Fang Yingwu climbed the stairs and entered the hall. I saw that there were many people in the room, as many as one or twenty, sitting or standing, but their expressions were all leisurely.

It can be seen that these people are probably the upper class people in the county, because these people are either silk and silk all over the body, or scholars and Confucian shirts, but they do not openly wear uniform shirts.

There is also a bamboo curtain inside, which separates a small space, and inside is probably the so-called "nameji".

At this time, there was a person, twenty-six or seventeen years old, who was standing in the hall and giving an impassioned speech: "Recently, there have been many beautiful poetry clubs in Nanjing Gusu, and talents have shown their strengths, and beauties are favored by bright eyes, and they have become good stories repeatedly!" I am fortunate to have such a beautiful woman as Bai Mei, my generation can follow the trend tonight, and win the beauty into the cave room, isn't it happy! ”

provoked a lot of applause in the hall and did not mention it, Fang Yingwu also had an understanding, sure enough, it was from the beginning of the Chenghua Dynasty, and the folk atmosphere began to be liberated, and the historical materials were not deceiving.

The man who spoke stood facing the door, and when he finished speaking, he saw Fang Yingwu coming in, and he felt that it was very unsightly. Because Fang Yingwu is dressed very undecently, it doesn't match very well here.

The clothes of this year, whether they are decent or not, only look at three points, whether the waist is fat or not, the sleeves are not wide, and the hem is not long. The fatter the waist, the wider the sleeves, and the longer the hem, the clothes must be more decent, such as the Xiucai uniform shirt is characterized by wide robes and large sleeves, and the official uniform is even more extreme.

Although Fang Yingwu went out today, he chose the most decent coarse cloth shirt from his several clothes and put it on, and it was still very shabby.

This shirt is very reluctant, the sleeves of the robe are slightly looser than ordinary long coats, and the hem is three inches smaller from the ground, but this is already his most haode clothes. However, in this hall full of guests, it is particularly eye-catching and out of place.

Facing the strange eyes of the room, Fang Yingwu didn't care at all, smiled freely, and found an empty place to sit down in the outermost part.

A room full of "upper-class people" is just a bunch of historical dust that can't even study historical materials, what is there to fear? It is difficult for newcomers to get ahead, and if there is such an occasion, it seems to be very good to hype up and become famous, and it is good to brush up on your reputation.

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