"Wait!

It is now Guozijian class time, and there is only one reader in the library pavilion, Yang Tianhong, whose vision is transparent and unobstructed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Seeing Yang Tianhong's movements, Xiaohe hurriedly ran over from the door, dodged in front of him, stretched out his hands, grabbed the handrails on both sides of the stairs, and asked in a panting voice with a little surprise and anger: "You, where are you going?"

Regarding Xiaohe's rough and strong reaction, Yang Tianhong was a little inexplicable. He subconsciously raised his right hand and pointed to the ceiling: "I want to go upstairs and have a look." ”

"You're going to the second floor?"

The look of surprise on Xiaohe's face became deeper and deeper. Immediately, there was a hint of provocation in his eyes: "Have you finished reading all these books on the first floor?"

Yang Tianhong looked at her and didn't know what to say for a while. There was silence for nearly five seconds before he slowly nodded his head and replied, "Pretty much! There may be a few books I haven't read, but the content is pretty much the same, there's no difference." ”

Xiao He put away the smile on his face, and his tone became cold: "How can you have a time to read the sage's book? Even if you really read it all, you must be looking at it in vain, and you can't recognize the essence of it, let alone understand its meaning." ”

Without waiting for Yang Tianhong to answer, Xiaohe walked quickly to the bookshelf next to him, picked up a copy of "Silent Night Occasional Pickup", raised it in his hand, and said very seriously: "This was done more than two hundred years ago, by Mr. Hou Yongyun, a great Confucian of this dynasty. After Mr. Hou became a scholar, he has been living in Yandang Mountain. He revised the articles he made in his life word by word, and worked hard to get this "Silent Night Occasional Pickup". When this book was published, literati and students rushed to buy it, and they praised it as a rare masterpiece. Until now, Mr. Hou's essay is still a model for the imperial examination of this dynasty. ”

Yang Tianhong smiled, with a wicked joke on his face: "It turned out to be a textbook." Well, you may not understand what these three words mean. Let's put it this way. This book is to teach people how to write essays, and tell students how to write poems beautifully. Am I right?"

Fools can hear the ridicule in Yang Tianhong's words.

Xiao He glared at him angrily, and the black birthmark on his face was even more terrifying than usual.

She pulled out another book of poems from the bookshelf, and her words were even colder than before: "This is more than 500 years ago, the poetry master of this dynasty, Mr. Lu Kangtong's "Broken Words in Idle Time". Mr. Lu wrote as many as 100 poems in his lifetime, which are still sung among the people. Everyone in the world is proud of cherishing "Broken Words in Idle Time". On weekdays, when I talk and behave, I will take some famous sentences from it. How many of these psalms have you read?"

Yang Tianhong slowly frowned: "The poems were originally used as a pastime. Some people occasionally sigh about the scenery they see, some people think a lot about the things they experience, and some people have feelings for the landscape and enjoy the world. In short, poetry is a kind of thing that expresses one's inner thoughts and feelings. You...... It's too serious. ”

"Pastime?"

Xiaohe seems to have found a weapon to deal with Yang Tianhong. She trotted to the table in front of her. picked up a thin booklet, ran back, quickly turned to one of the pages, spread it out in front of Yang Tianhong, and said quite angrily: "Even if it is a pastime, there are people who write magnificently and vividly. I can see that you don't have the heart to concentrate on literature and Taoism in this library pavilion at all. It's just boring to come in and walk around. ”

Yang Tianhong didn't pay attention to Xiaohe, and stared at the open booklet with his eyes. The expression on his face was very complicated. Even he couldn't tell whether he should laugh or cry.

This is a book that has just been copied not long ago. On the page, there are three powerful eye-catching characters: "Will enter the wine".

Yang Tianhong suddenly felt a deep sense of chagrin.

I shouldn't have been like this little girl.

The person who can serve as an administrator in the Guozijian Library is estimated to have been completely brainwashed by thousands of articles. In Xiaohe's eyes, the greatest person in the world should be Confucius and Mencius. Next, there are the famous teachers and Confucians of all dynasties. This kind of concept may have been ingrained in her mind for a long time. Any clever justification. In her opinion, they were all useless words.

"The article is definitely not what you think. ”

Yang Tianhong is 17 years old. Looking at this young girl of his own age, he suddenly had a strong desire to conquer the other party in words. couldn't help but say, I grabbed the "Silent Night Occasional Pickup" placed next to it, and the voice was intense. Speaking at a very fast pace: "I have already said that this is a textbook. It just tells you how to write. On the way to the scientific expedition, this book is indeed useful. But in other ways, it's just garbage, waste. ”

Without waiting for Xiaohe to speak, Yang Tianhong continued: "Let me ask you, there are 360 days a year, 24 solar terms, and the farming is busy and idle, how much do you know? When to plow the land and sow seeds? When to plant mulberry hemp? If a bucket of millet is milled and the chaff is removed, how much grain can be left? How much grain does a family of five have to consume at least in a year to be full...... All these questions, looking through the books, can you find the answers?"

Yang Tianhong grabbed another copy of "Broken Words in Idle Time" with his backhand, and opened it with his hand: "Look at this sentence: the beauty leans on the Zhu Column, and the red carp is beautiful." What a beautiful picture, what a beautiful scene. A beautiful woman sits in a pavilion and watches the carp swimming in the pond. But from another point of view, how much is the brocade dress on the beauty's body? How many threads must be used to embroider it? And how can the carp be kept in the pond so that it does not die? How much food must be fed every day to raise it? Can you find the answer in the book?"

It was the first time Xiaohe had encountered a reader like Yang Tianhong, and it was the first time he had heard so many questions unrelated to book collection. Instinctively, she took a few steps back, leaning against the stairs, clutching the handrail, her eyes full of fear.

Yang Tianhong continued to be impassioned: "The Great Chu Kingdom is fertile for thousands of miles, do the people live and work in peace and contentment? Is every place suitable for cultivation? What are the products between the mountains and forests? How should the places be governed? Just imagine, if the Jinshi taken by the imperial court every year can only make splendid articles, luxurious poems are catchy, but they don't know anything about the people's livelihood. What would that look like?"

"In the event of a torrential downpour, a breach in the river embankment, a flood, a book to pray to the Dragon King, please don't rain anymore, do you think this kind of thing is possible?"

"There was a great drought. There is no harvest of grains, and in the eyes of the hungry people who are waiting to be fed, the splendid article is not worth a nest. ”

"If you write well, you will be called a calligrapher, and the people will be stable under your rule?"

"Do a good job of poetry, watch the wind and sing the moon. Can we ensure that the border is calm and that the foreign captives will never invade?"

After a pause, Yang Tianhong pointed to the booklet with "Will Enter the Wine" and snorted coldly: "As for this kind of poetry, it is what the drunks who drink and talk about the Tao on weekdays say." Even if you are familiar with a hundred articles and memorize them backwards, what is the use of facing the knife that someone else puts on your neck?"

To be sure, this view is a bit extreme. However. This is indeed what Yang Tianhong thinks in his mind and feels in his heart.

He had long wanted to find a few literati to come over and beat him up. If it weren't for this damn Chongwen and Wu, he wouldn't have wasted his time staying in this country.

It is said that art and culture are the foundation of a country's civilization. However, if you do anything too much, you lose its original meaning. Just like a singer actor, being elevated by many fans to the extent of exceeding the limit will cause a series of complex and chaotic social problems. Everybody goes to art school. Because everyone knows that star actors earn a lot of money. In the end, the talent that the country really needs is lost. Important positions are unattended. In the event of wars and various natural disasters, who will do the remedial work that requires professional knowledge? Is it just the song "Take You to See a Meteor Shower" pretended to be performed by a rosy and powdery singer on the stage?

That kind of person, to put it bluntly, is just a joke. As the old saying goes: Bitches are ruthless, and dramas are meaningless.

It's extreme. But it's also true.

Xiaohe frowned, and his hands had been released from the stairs. Yang Tianhong's words had a shocking effect on her, and even subverted the basic conceptual framework that she had established for a long time in her heart. However, Xiaohe couldn't find any words to deal with. She suddenly noticed. The poems and texts I know are so pale and powerless in front of Yang Tianhong's words that they can't be refuted at all.

Looking at the girl's ugly face that was almost occupied by a black birthmark, Yang Tianhong couldn't help but feel soft. The anger in his heart broke out at such a time, but he chose the wrong object, and he shouldn't be angry at Xiaohe. After all, she doesn't understand anything, and she doesn't know anything about the outside world.

Sighing, Yang Tianhong turned around and walked slowly in the direction of the library pavilion gate.

He completely lost the interest of going up to the second floor to read.

He had barely taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped. Turning around, he picked up the book that had copied "Will Enter the Wine", and said solemnly to Xiaohe: "Don't think that this is the words of a saint. These were just a few words when I was drunk. Everyone will talk nonsense, and as long as they rhyme with the battle, it will actually become a poem. If you read too much of this stuff, your brain will break down. Remember, poetry and articles, song and dance tunes, are not all there is to life. ”

......

Leaving the library pavilion and walking into the mountain road leading to the back house of the Guozijian, it was already noon.

There are many people on the mountain road, all wearing green cloth gowns uniformly distributed by the national superintendent. As far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of people, all of whom are students from different classes.

Gu Ling didn't know where he came from, and asked very strangely, "Why didn't I see you in class?"

Yang Tianhong was disturbed by the previous incident, and replied absentmindedly: "I'm reading in the library pavilion." If I want to stay in the classroom honestly and listen to the lecture, I might as well buy me a piece of tofu and die on my head. ”

Gu Ling was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud at this classic joke from another world.

His movements are loud and his laughter is somewhat unbridled, attracting countless eyes from all around.

A group of people came down the trail. Feng Xiangchen, who was thin and thin, walked in the middle of the crowd, and obviously heard Gu Ling's laughter. He straightened his chest, clenched the book in his hand, released a cold and disdainful gaze in his eyes, and snorted very disdainfully, and then said unabashedly: "How dare a vulgar person be presumptuous in the place of a saint?

He spoke loudly, and everyone around him agreed with him. In contrast, there are only two on Yang Tianhong and Gu Ling's side, and they are definitely not dominant in numbers. Gu Ling opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refute, but he still didn't say anything, he could only lower his head slightly, with an angry and unwilling expression, pulling the sleeves of Yang Tianhong's clothes, and the two of them stood on the side of the road and let this group of arrogant guys over.

Feng Xiangchen's face was full of indifference and self-satisfaction. When he walked past Yang Tianhong, he clearly heard a sentence.

"It's not a three-story story. This is the second time!"

He immediately stopped, turned his head suddenly, and stared at Yang Tianhong with a puzzled and cold gaze: "What did you say?"

Yang Tianhong looked at Feng Xiangchen fearlessly: "I let you once yesterday, and today I let you a second time." It's just three things, and there will be no next time for this kind of thing. ”

Feng Xiangchen narrowed his eyes slightly. After thinking about it, he quickly understood what Yang Tianhong was referring to.

"The martial artist is really vulgar, even if he arrives at the Guozijian, he is still hopeless. ”

The pale muscles on Feng Xiangchen's face trembled slightly, and he sneered: "I've read your admission materials, just General Xuanwu." At the end of the day, he's just a rough man. Don't say that it is a four-rank military general, even if it is a first-rank general of the current dynasty, he has seen the five-rank civil official imperial history. There is still only a share of bowing your head and giving way. ”

Many people gathered around, with Yang Tianhong and Feng Xiangchen as the core, and soon formed two distinct groups.

A middle-aged man standing next to Feng Xiangchen nodded, and said in a loud voice: "Ten years of hard work, once the title of the gold list." Sage Huazhang, of course, it is not something that a vulgar martial artist like you can understand. As the saying goes: I don't know anything about playing the piano to a cow. ”

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter around.

One stood behind Yang Tianhong. The chubby young man's face was full of anger, and he clenched his fists and shouted, "Enough." What are you? My father is more or less a general soldier, and what are you? A man who is shaving in the mud. ”

The voice of opposition immediately sounded: "Everyone in the world is established by literature, and there are only military generals, and when they see us in the future, don't they have to kneel and kowtow, before and after the saddle?"

The reaction here was even more irritable: "You **** have a kind of try again?

"Full of foul language. How did such a person get into the country?"

"Lao Tzu just smashed in with money, what are you going to do? If you are not convinced, you will come to fight with Lao Tzu!"

There are two major groups in Guozi Prison, one is poor students, and the other is after rich officials. They are inherently incompatible. It's easy to get into a fight over a little thing.

This is not the outside after all. In the world, when ordinary people see officials and rich people, they will take the initiative to bow their heads. However, the poor students who can enter the national prison are themselves very good in poetry and writing, and they are selected by various states and counties. Over the years, the proportion of Jinshi admitted by the imperial court and the number of people in the country is as high as more than seventy. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the person who comes in with the true talent of the Bagu article is likely to become a court official in the future.

It was different after the plutocratic officials. In Guozi Prison, almost all of them are the same as Yang Tianhong, in order to survive the status of "students". As for the imperial examinations...... That kind of thing is very far away from them, and it is even a fairy tale.

Therefore, poor students like Feng Xiangchen have an instinctive sense of superiority over rich officials. In Guozijian, here, they are the real masters.

Although he didn't know Yang Tianhong, and the two had never had a holiday before, Feng Xiangchen still wanted to humiliate each other. It was only when the chaotic scene gradually subsided that he suddenly discovered that Yang Tianhong and Gu Ling had slipped away without knowing when they had slipped away, and they couldn't find each other's shadows at all.

......

In the mountainside market, Yang Tianhong and Gu Ling sat in a restaurant, pouring drinks to each other.

Gu Ling used a knife to cut open a steaming baked cake, stuffed a few spoonfuls of fried beef with red pepper into the opening, took a big bite, and said vaguely with a mouthful full of greasy and satisfying taste: "Why don't you fight face-to-face with the guy surnamed Feng? ”

Yang Tianhong slowly drank the mung bean porridge in the bowl, picked up a chopstick from the plate and mixed it with sesame oil and pickles and put it into his mouth, chewed it crisply, and said lightly: "There will be opportunities in the future." What's the hurry. As I said, there are only two times before and after. Next time he dares to do this today, I will make him regret why his parents gave birth to his. ”

Gu Ling gathered the clothes on his body and asked curiously, "Why, the head of the academy allows you to read books in the library pavilion?" There are usually no people going to that place, mainly because the woman in charge of the book is too ugly. That black face makes people feel scary when they look at it, even if it is a demon. ”

Yang Tianhong ate a slice of cooked beef and said calmly: "Didn't you tell me that there are many female ghosts on the mountain? Why, now you know how powerful ghosts are?"

"That's different!"

Gu Ling drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and replied with a smile: "The woman in the library pavilion ...... Her face is so ugly that she can't compare to a female ghost. The so-called peony flower dies, and it is also romantic to be a ghost. Even if you want to find it, this son has to find a young and beautiful female ghost. ”

Yang Tianhong put down his chopsticks and looked at Gu Ling for a long time. This kind of behavior made Gu Ling's heart furious, and he hurriedly looked down at himself, but he didn't find anything special.

"You, what do you see me doing?"

"Nothing. ”

Yang Tianhong said lightly: "I just want to know, if you meet a female ghost who looks exactly like Feng Xiangchen on the mountain, what will be your reaction?"

Gu Ling couldn't help laughing: "You're cursing me, aren't you? Don't joke with this kind of thing, it's really terrifying." ”

"Oh, maybe, it will come true!" )