After the death of the woman in the sixth room, Hu Shi, the two had a major disagreement. Mother Bai Zhao still insisted that Hu was just a worn-out pasted window paper, and if it was torn, it should be re-pasted as soon as possible. The stubbornness she shows now is a few percent more powerful than that of the old man Bingde. She said that when she entered the Bai family, the old grandfather was still buying Chinese medicinal materials in the mountains, and with Bingde, let the second brother Bingyi work as a farmer at home. That year, Bingyi was killed, and the old grandfather rushed back from the mountains, and was attacked by bandits on the way, and when he returned home, he vomited blood and died. Bingde leased the two storefronts of the traditional Chinese medicine purchase shop to a mountain man surnamed Wu, and returned to Bailu Village to support the family affairs. She gave birth to seven girls and three boys with him, only two women and a baby in Jiaxuan, and six of the other seven were incurable four or six wind diseases in the month, which were buried in the cattle pen and turned into blood and water and thrown into the fields with cow dung and cow urine. Only Jiaxuan's elder brother was chained to the age of six, and he could already hold the top pole and shake the fruit on the sand fruit tree, but he couldn't figure out what disease he had, his stomach became more and more swollen, and his arms and legs became thinner and thinner, until his whole body was yellow and translucent, and he finally failed to survive. Jiaxuan has no woman so far, let alone an heir, maybe one day she will die suddenly, how can she explain to the old man of Bingde who went first? Jiaxuan said sincerely, he had thought of all the relationship benefits that his mother had said and was as anxious as his mother, but this time he couldn't rush things in any way. If this continues, I can't do anything in my life, and I'm only busy with two red and white things: marrying a wife and burying people. I have to ask Mr. Yin and Yang to see what went wrong. Bai Zhao agreed.

There was a heavy snowfall during the night. The farmer was confined to his home by a thick layer of snow, and there was nothing to do but clear the snow from the yard and doorway. Lu San got up early, and had already swept away the snow in the yard of the horse, the soil drying yard was also cleaned, and the snow at the door of the mill was also swept away, maybe someone would come to grind the noodles. Just waiting for Jiaxuan to get up and open the street door, he finally went in to sweep the snow in the courtyard of the house. Jiaxuan had already gotten up, swept the snow in the front yard into several snowdrifts, opened the street door, greeted Lu San, and asked him to push the snow out with a small cart, and it was too late to clear it when he was going out. He didn't reveal to anyone other than his mother that he was going to invite Mr. Yin and Yang, so as not to provoke another tongue. The road in the village alley was connected by the families who consciously swept away the snow, and it was difficult to distinguish between the snow on the ox cart road outside the village and the snow in the wheat fields on both sides of the road. He walked towards the silvery field with a clatter under his feet. The snow shone with green, blue, and red bands of light, and a colorful labyrinth-like Qionglou Immortal Pavilion often appeared in front of you. He was already sweating on a beam of dirt, unbuttoning his trouser belt and untying his hands, and the hot urine pierced a hole in the thick snow. At this moment, he looked aimlessly at the snowy scene on the plain, discerning the ridges of his own wheat field covered with heavy snow, and accidentally saw a lump of wet soil in a slow slope. The whole field is covered with dazzling white snow, why can't you sit in the snow there? Who peed there, right? Around the sieve-sized lump of wet earth, no human footprints or wild animal hoof marks were found. He walked over with curiosity, and the bare brown earth was wet, and there seemed to be wisps of steaming heat. What's even more strange is that there is a green leaf of a thorny thistle crawling on the ground, which is called a small thistle in the Chinese medicine spectrum, which can stop bleeding, septic, clear fire and diuretic. Strange! Ten thousand trees withered and the grass froze to death, and there was no trace of green in the mountains and fields, how could a green thistle grow in the cold winter season? He crouched down and dug through the wet soil with his hands, and suddenly a miracle appeared, revealing a pink-white mushroom-like leaf in the soil. He dug more and more carefully into the dirt, revealing leaves of the same color. Digging deeper, a tender, equally pinkish stalk was revealed, until it was completely planed out, and the stalk was adorned with five leaves of various sizes. He wanted to uproot it, but then he thought about it, maybe this is some kind of treasure and precious grass, what if he pulls it out and dies? If you lose your medicinal properties, you become a waste. He carefully backfilled the wet soil again, kicked the snow around him to disguise the scene, and crouched down and squeezed out a bubble of shit with his ass, no one would suspect that it was messy. He scrubbed the dirt off his hands with snow and returned to his old ox cart road.

He immediately turned around and walked back, stepping on the pit of the snow he had stepped on when he came, and it was not too late to go to Mr. Yin and Yang in two days. When he returned home, his mother and Lu San asked him why he had come back again, and he replied that the snow on the road was too thick and slippery to climb the slow slope, and they were convinced. He returned to his house and pulled out a lithograph of the Qindi Medicinal Herbs from the box, which was a family heirloom that his grandfather and father used to distinguish the authenticity of medicinal herbs when they were in the mountains. Now, he patiently turned through the thin and brittle beige bamboo pages one by one, identifying and comparing them one by one, and finally did not find a similar drug name. He guessed in his heart that it was either a monster or a treasure. If the monster digs rashly, it may cause disaster, and if the treasure is not clear about the way to preserve and concoct it for a while, it will be destroyed if it is pulled out. He thought that Mr. Leng must know the goods, but if it was a treasure, it might be difficult to say that he would pay tribute to the emperor, so he immediately denied this move. He thought of his brother-in-law Mr. Zhu in anxiety, and couldn't help but be happy.

Mr. Zhu has just returned from a lecture in the south. A gentleman in Hangzhou warmly invited, spoke sincerely, admired his unique views, and hoped that this southward exchange would communicate with the northern and southern academic circles, and enjoy the scenery of the south by the way. He was very interested, and went to the south of Xingxing, thinking that he had been studying hard since he was a child, chanting day and night, and keeping the book case alone, and finally impressed the academic circles, and this trip would fully explain his unique views on Cheng Zhu, who had painstakingly studied Cheng Zhu for many years, in order to carry forward the authentic ideas of the Guanzhong School. Moreover, he has not stepped out of Qindi since he was a child, and he really wants to visit the pleasant south to broaden his knowledge and open his eyes. However, the trip was not very pleasant, and he went away with the excitement and returned home. After arriving in the south, my colleagues did not mention the matter of lecturing, and traveled around the mountains and rivers for several days in a row, which was still pleasing to the eye at first, and then became tired and tired after three days. Everywhere you go, it is nothing more than small bridges and flowing water, pavilions, ancient temples and famous temples, which look much the same. The life of eating, drinking and playing all day has completely disrupted his habit of reading in the morning and studying in the afternoon that he has formed over the years, and he is depressed and inconvenient to mention the lecture to his friends. A few of the talented scholars of the North and the South who gathered together quickly became acquainted with each other, and the etiquette and politeness naturally diminished, and irreverent and playful banter grew endlessly, and they all focused their pleasure on his clothes and spoken language. He was dressed in cloth, green shirts, green pants, green robes, black shoes, cloth socks, all from the hands of a good wife, cotton was planted, spun, woven, cut and sewn, from head to toe without a single thread or silk. The wife's clothes were beaten hard with a noodle soup and hammered with a mallet, which made them feel ridiculously stupid; Qindi's heavy spoken language and southern light tone are tantamount to foreign languages, and they are often ridiculed and amused. He grew to dislike their frivolity. One day after a dinner, they led him into a fireworks building. When he realized what this place was, he was furious and walked away, furious at the friend who invited him to give a lecture in the south: "Be a teacher, preach and teach to solve doubts." In today's world, the people's hearts are not ancient, and we have an unshirkable responsibility, and we should write books and make arguments, speak out, and correct the world's style. It turned out to be a day to visit the mountains and rivers, drink and have fun, look for flowers and willows at night, dream of death and drunkenness...... "Friends explained again and again, saying that several colleagues were well-intentioned, seeing that he was in a bad mood recently, I was afraid that he would be away from home for a long time, and miss his dependents, so he ...... Mr. Zhu said disdainfully: "The gentleman is cautious. This is the foundation of self-cultivation for scholars. If there is a difference between the inside and the outside, how can you be upright and upright! Why is there such a ridiculous speculation?" It was immediately decided that he would set off for the north at dawn and would not stay again. Friends repeatedly said that if he left in a hurry without learning once, it would be difficult for him to support him. Mr. Zhu relented and spoke again, but language became a big obstacle again, and some frivolous children sneered at his pronunciation and had no intention of listening. Mr. Zhu was even more annoyed, and sighed: There are many talented people in the south, but there is no knowledge in the south. He returned to Guanzhong with a stomach full of discouragement, and climbed to the top of Mount Hua in one go. immediately chanted a song "Seven Uniques":

Stepping through the white clouds

The water on the Yangtian Pond is soluble

Sideways atmosphere

The pillar of the world is this peak

Mr. Zhu has been brilliant since he was a child, at the age of 16, he was admitted to the county examination, and at the age of 22, he went to the provincial examination and won the first place in the Wenju with exquisite words. The following year, when he went to Beijing for the entrance examination, his father died of illness, and Mr. Zhu did not go to the bus for his father's filial piety, and he was disqualified from the provincial examination according to the regulations. Shaanxi Governor Fang Sheng loved his talent and admired his filial piety, and the Ming court strongly recommended it, and the emperor made an exception to approve the results of the provincial examination. Governor Fang was promoted to a heavy responsibility, but Mr. Zhu politely declined, and the official document went back and forth six or seven times, but he still insisted on resigning. Until the governor himself came to the door, Mr. Zhu said, "You treat me like a brother!" But do you know? You're suffering from paralysis! At best, it would be in vain for me to swing with this hand or walk with this foot. If I do not be one of your hands or one foot, but pray for a panacea for you, so that you may be free and nimble, then do you want me to be your hand or a foot, or do you want me to ask for the elixir for you? You're going to pick the latter, and you'll get the idea. "Governor Fang is no longer reluctant. Mr. Zhu then moved into White Deer Academy.

Bailu Academy is located in the northwest of the county on the original slope of Bailu Yuan, also known as Silu Nunnery, with a long history. During the Song Dynasty, a local official in Henan was transferred to Guanzhong, riding a mule over the Qinling Mountains to Zishui County to change to a sedan chair, all the way to the fluttering catkins of the Zishui River and the green wheat seedlings on the original slope, suddenly saw a snow-white deer leap into the air and disappeared into the green and never reappeared. The small official immediately called the sedan chair man to stop, and when he got off the sedan chair, he could no longer see the shadow of the white deer when he looked at it for a long time, and urgently asked the sedan chair man what the original name was, and the sedan chair man said: "White Deer Plain." The little official said "oh" and got into the sedan chair and left. Half a month later, the little official personally came here to buy the land, built a convent, moved his family to settle down, and demarcated the location of the tomb for himself. The only son of the minor official is still a minor official. The four grandsons of the little official were arranged into four jinshi, one of whom was the official to the prime minister of Zuo, and was as famous as Sima Guangwen Yanbo. All four jinshi have their own writings. After all the four brothers passed away, the emperor ordered to repair the ancestral hall to commemorate its merits, built down the four brick towers with the same high and short thickness format, regardless of official positions, only according to the elder and younger, and the two sides of the gate of the ancestral hall were separated, and the plaque of the royal pen inscribed "Silu Nunnery" was at the head of the door. A descendant of the Lu family gave a lecture in the ancestral hall and hung up the sign of "White Deer Academy". This mythical true story has been recited and chewed by generations of people in Bailuyuan for thousands of years. When Mr. Zhu first arrived, the yard was overgrown with wild grass, and bats hung down in bunches like garlic braids on the girders. Mr. Zhu used the very rich silver salary granted to him by Governor Fang to invite craftsmen to completely repair the house, and put a plaque of "Bailu Academy" written by Governor Fang on the head of the gate where the "Silu Nunnery" was originally hung. The gold plaque inscribed by the royal pen is gone. I don't know what dynasty in the hall by whom to sculpt the four statues of gods, Mr. Zhu ordered the migrant workers to pick it off, the migrant workers were timid, Mr. Zhu stepped forward and pushed it down with his own hands, and said casually: "I don't read the sage books, I only know how to burn wax and incense, I'm afraid that the more I kowtow, the more dizzy I will be!"

However, Mr. Zhu is regarded as a god, and is reciting mysteriously and passionately in the White Deer Plain. One year, the wheat had just been milled, and every household was drying new wheat on the smooth and smooth threshing field, the sun was like fire, the sky was cloudless, and the streets and alleys were trampled by people and livestock to trample a thick layer of fine soil, Mr. Zhu wore mud sandals in the village alleys and walked away, those croppers who hid in the shade of the trees to guard the grain laughed at him and became nervous, and the red sun did not rain and wore mud sandals. The children followed behind Mr. Zhu's buttocks, giggling as if watching a trick. Mr. Zhu was not annoyed, did not answer, did not reply, and when he returned home, he lay down and rested in the afternoon, and his virtuous wife laughed at him, and the more he read, the more he studied, and he couldn't even distinguish between sunny and rainy days. Just as the croppers were resting leisurely, a strong wind suddenly blew, and the tide passed through a layer of dark clouds, and in an instant the white rain poured into it, and the wheat field was suddenly filled with a sea, and many people's wheat was washed away by the flood. Only later did people realize the dumb riddle of Mr. Zhu wearing mud clogs, and scolded himself for being as stupid as a pig, and even Mr. Zhu's kindness was wronged.