The next day, Wei Chen asked the Sheng family's steward in the wine shop to ask for a few people, went to Xiyin Village to pick up Zhang Xu, and packed the belongings in the small courtyard by the way.

And the guards Ruyi and Zhang Ming found Fang Jia, the neighbors on the left and right, and the scribes in the yamen to witness, and made a deed with Fang Yazi in public.

The neighbors in the alley heard that the new neighbor was a little prodigy, and they all happily came over to help move, and said some auspicious words by the way, so as to please the lottery.

Under Wei Ruyi's guidance, Wei Chen thanked these enthusiastic neighbors one by one according to the rules, and said that he would set up a flowing water seat in the alley in a few days, and invited everyone to have a good meal.

After seeing off the guests, Wei Chen returned to the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Zhang Ming's family of three was sitting around a stone table under a banyan tree to cool off.

Wei Ruyi and Zhang Ming were a little tired after a busy day, but the joy of moving into a new home was not diminished at all.

Wei Ruyi folded his fingers and counted what he wanted to buy, such as furniture, fabrics, pots and bowls, candlesticks, bed tents, and so on.

Zhang Ming remembered beside him, and he was going to go out to buy after a while.

The most excited is Zhang Xu, he is lying on the rattan chair, but his hands and feet are restless, looking around like a leather monkey, and chatting with Wei Chen in his mouth.

Hearing Wei Chen say that he wanted to live in the small building in the courtyard, Zhang Xu was even more happy and rolled around, pulling Wei Chen's arm and talking about his future plans for the nest.

Wei Chen quietly listened to Zhang Xu's nagging, and occasionally echoed a few words softly, but he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

It's been almost half a year since he came to this world, and he was finally able to give his family a decent place to live and no longer have to run around for a living, and Wei Chen still felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Zhang Xu's voice became more and more tired, and soon he fell asleep on the rattan chair, Wei Chen also closed his eyes, listening to the rustling wind in his ears, and his heart was extremely peaceful.

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In the early morning, the east reveals the white of the fish's belly, and the silent market is lively again, and you can see small merchants and vendors carrying flat poles everywhere.

On the street, the boss of Fuyuan Bookstore took the tea bowl in his hand and rinsed his mouth, yawned, and instructed his men to smoke the door panel piece by piece, ready to start business.

At this time, a young man walked at the door of the store, wearing a square scarf on his head, wearing clean clothes, his eyes were bright, and he was full of vitality.

Boss Qian saw the person coming, hurriedly put down the tea bowl, and smiled enthusiastically: "Master Wei, so early, you are here to buy paper posts?" ”

Wei Chen smiled: "Yes, I ran out of paper I bought last time." ”

"Childe is really diligent!" Boss Qian sighed in admiration and asked, "Or is it a large submission paper with two sides open?" ”

"Yes."

Boss Qian nodded, and ordered a man, who immediately picked up the paper knife, cut the large stack of paper, made a crisp sound of wiping the floor, and then neatly tied it with paper tape.

The big submission is 300 yuan per knife, which is a relatively expensive kind of paper, and readers use it to write papers.

Wei Chen paid the silver, turned around and entered the alley with three large pieces of paper, and walked dozens of steps to the front of the house.

After entering the door, I happened to meet Wei Ruyi walking out of the door with a basin of water: "Brother Chen, go buy paper again!" Hurry up and have breakfast, I cooked hot porridge and steamed buns. ”

"Okay, got it."

Wei Chen responded with a smile, passed all the way to the front yard, and walked to the small building where he lived.

When I went upstairs, I pushed open the window, and I saw the white walls and tiles, and I could see the boats on the Youyang River in the distance.

The noise outside the alley is blocked by the saddle wall, which is quiet in the middle of the noise, just right, just right for reading.

After a while, Wei Ruyi brought the breakfast, Wei Chen ate two meat buns and a bowl of hot porridge, then opened the articles of the Tang and Song dynasties, put them on the desk, and read them aloud.

The sound of reading aloud echoed like a golden stone, resounding throughout the two-story building.

It didn't take long for Wei Ruyi's scolding voice to come downstairs: "The sun is drying your buttocks, are you still sleeping?" Get up for me! Listen to your brother Chen, you are working hard upstairs early in the morning! ”

Zhang Xu reluctantly crawled out of the warm quilt, and said with a bitter face while dressing: "I regret it, it's not fun to be neighbors with Brother Chen, I want to go back to Xiyin Village!" ”

Wei Chen, who was upstairs, couldn't help but smile when he heard Zhang Xu's wail.

Zhang Xu, this kid is eccentric, but he has no interest in reading, and I am afraid that he will not have the opportunity to study in the future.

However, Wei Chen will not force this, Zhang Xu is young now, and his heart is undecided, when he shows interest in a certain aspect, Wei Chen will naturally help him.

Wei Chen paused slightly, took a sip of weak tea to moisten his throat, then picked up the eight big banknotes in his hand again, and read them again.

He has now made some achievements in the Four Books and Five Classics and Cheng Zhu's commentary, and now he wants to dabble in the Eight Great Classics to increase his rhetoric.

With Wei Chen's ability, he naturally knew the content of the article by heart, but the reason why the Eight Masters can be called the Eight Masters has its own merits, and the mysteries in the articles are not something that can be comprehended simply by memorizing them.

For example, Han Yu's essay, such as the great river, is magnificent, and Su Shi's essay, such as the source of Wan Hu, gurgling, such an article is not lacking in rhyme, and the tone is sonorous, and the more you read it, the more flavorful it is.

Wei Chen also read it again and again, and gradually tasted the true flavor of it.

After reading a "Red Cliff Fu", Wei Chen only felt that his thoughts were clear, his body and mind were comfortable, and his mind was full of inspiration, and he immediately had the urge to write.

Immediately took a large piece of paper and spread it out, held it with a paperweight, and then sharpened the ink and pen, and wrote on the roll.

Occasionally paused for a moment, pondered the words, took a sip of weak tea, and pondered carefully with the fragrance of tea between his lips and teeth.

After the article was written, there was still half a pot of tea, Wei Chen held up the scroll and admired it, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

This article has a good tone and is quite ancient, and it can be called the best article he has written since he entered school.

Suddenly, Wei Chen felt the tip of his nose cold, and hurriedly looked out the window.

"It was raining."

The rain was dripping messily from the eaves and hitting the jet-black tiles, ticking and ticking, crisp and pleasant.

Wei Chen put the roll in his arms, then closed the window, went downstairs to pick up the rain gear, and Wei Ruyi informed him, then went out alone and walked slowly along the river.

When he arrived at Yixue, Wei Chen showed Lin Yan more than a dozen articles he had written in the past few days.

Lin Yan finished reading them one by one, stroked his short beard, and nodded slowly: "Yes, one article is better than one, especially the last one, which is quite the style of everyone in the Tang and Song dynasties." ”

Wei Chen said: "The student read Mr. Dongpo's "Red Cliff Fu" today, and happened to read the sentence that parasitizes mayflies in the world and is a drop in the ocean, so they have a feeling and write this article. ”

Lin Yan listened, smiled and nodded: "Mr. Dongpo's style of writing is wonderful and changeable, and he can't imitate it, although your article is far inferior, it can be regarded as a little true taste of him." ”

When Lin Yan said this, Wei Chen was immediately flattered, and hurriedly said to himself: "Mr. Dongpo is a genius, how dare students compare with him, this one is just an occasional feeling, and it can't be counted." ”

"It's not arrogant, it's good."

Lin Yan had a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and continued: "It's already very good that you have studied the articles of the Tang and Song Dynasty masters to this situation, and next, you can start reading the anthology." ”

The Anthology, also known as the "Zhaoming Anthology", was jointly compiled by the literati of the Zhaoming Prince, the son of Emperor Wu of Liang in the Southern Dynasty, and selected the works of more than 100 famous artists from the pre-Qin period to the Southern Dynasties in the past thousand years.

If Wei Chen also understands and reads this anthology thoroughly, absorbs the strengths of all families into one furnace, and then stands out from the crowd, then he can really be regarded as a great achievement in the way of art.