“…… Disrespectful and disrespectful. ”

Facing the politeness and politeness of the young county magistrate in front of him, Yuan Xiangshan stroked his beard and nodded, his face softened slightly.

He also replied politely:

"Lao Yu has heard of you, Master Su and Mrs. Su have praised you in front of Lao Yu, and Da Lang also praised you a few days ago, saying that he met a mentor and friend...... Still. ”

Yuan Xiangshan shook his head, didn't say any more, and threw a very obvious glance at Ouyang Rong.

seems to be giving face to the younger generation, and some words have not been said, so let them go back and realize themselves.

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to notice it, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he nodded:

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, it's the big man who praised them, the old gentleman doesn't have to take it seriously."

“……”

Which eye sees the old man seriously?

Yuan Xiangshan couldn't help but glance at Ouyang Rong more, and said directly:

"There are some words, as an old-timer, I don't know whether to say it or not......"

When Ouyang Rong heard this starting gesture, he turned his head to look at Su Dalang, who was sitting upright, and respected the teacher and bent down to serve tea.

The latter shook his head at him, his eyes apologetic.

While the two exchanged glances, Yuan Xiangshan took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and continued to say with a straight face:

"Let's talk about it, it's easy for these young people to say that they rely on the old and sell the old, but don't talk about it, it's hurting you again, and our old-timers are not happy, so we can't watch you juniors take detours, right?"

Ouyang Rong turned his head and shook his head sincerely at Yuan Xiangshan, who was about to start chanting, and said:

"Don't talk about it, the old gentleman should drink more tea and leave more words to the teaching and educating people in the classroom."

Yuan Xiangshan frowned, and waved his old hand:

"It's okay, now Da Lang happens to be there, let's talk about it, it can be regarded as an extracurricular teaching and educating people."

The old man sighed:

"Actually, if it's an ordinary outsider, the old man doesn't want to talk about it, but since the big man treats you as a friend, the old man naturally has to do a little bit of the responsibility of an elder."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but interject: "Actually, it's okay for the old gentleman to treat me as an outsider, it's good." ”

Su Dalang persuaded: "Teacher, let's go back......"

It's a pity that I don't know if I didn't hear it, or why, these words didn't interrupt Yuan Xiangshan's bitter chanting in the slightest:

"Your deeds, the old decay has heard of it, in the court of the divine capital, you have made a direct admonition, angered the saints, and you are full of praise from the north and south Shilin, calling you a true gentleman.

"This is quite appreciated by the old man, although there may be some young people who have the impulse to act in it, but this outspoken and admonishing minister has not disgraced the face of those senior officials of your imperial history platform.

"Hey, the old man remembered the past when he was still in the court and etiquette department, and he dared to speak out...... You're still a little old-fashioned. ”

Yuan Xiangshan nodded lightly, changed his words, and said with a serious face:

"But now, is it disheartened or what, is it a little lax, let's not mention the bad things for the time being, and talk about your own work.

"What you did in Longcheng County, those water conservancy projects of a large scale, I have heard people talk about them in the house, and I thought that you were doing a good job in disaster relief and water control, and you were doing things for the people in a down-to-earth manner.

"But two days ago, the old man went out to the bookstore to buy books, and guess what, the old man saw beggars begging along the street all the way, and that's how you helped the disaster?

"The problem of food and clothing for the people of this county has not been dealt with, so they turned their heads to control the water, and rushed to mobilize manpower and material resources to build water conservancy construction, is there something putting the cart before the horse, hey, as a county parent official, how can you be so negligent?"

I saw two "dong dong" sounds, Yuan Xiangshan's crutches knocked on the ground, and the face covered with old age spots was a sigh, and he was sternly vigilant.

The water pavilion was in the rear, and Yan Liulang, who was bored to observe, thought that it was just Su Dalang's unlucky stall with a "Master" who relied on the old and sold the old, and this octogenarian old man was just nagging about being a good teacher, but he didn't think that this old Mr. Yuan was saying this.

I'm not afraid of your nonsense, I'm afraid of meddling and pointing fingers.

Yan Liulang was speechless in his heart, and hurriedly looked at the young county magistrate in front of him.

Seeing that his Ming Mansion was silent at the moment, his sleeves were standing quietly, without saying a word.

Yan Liulang secretly said in his heart that it was not good.

On the other side, Su Dalang saw his friend's face, and hurriedly turned his head and persuaded:

"Teacher, don't talk about it, we are laymen after all, Lianghan ......"

Yuan Xiangshan shook his head and interrupted:

"It may not be true, but it's telling the truth, and it's for his good."

The old man raised his hand to stroke his long beard, looked at the pond scenery outside the water pavilion, his face was stunned, and he sighed:

And two days ago, when I saw the scene of the people begging, I was so touched that the bookstore did not want to go any further, and returned halfway, and I felt that I had a poem entitled "The Preface to the Mourning of the Victims".

"I originally wanted to use it to teach Da Lang and let him study, what a coincidence, today you are also the commander of Longcheng County, and you can be regarded as the main master, the old man did not mean to offend his parents and officials, but it was just a little ugly, you can refer to it."

After Yuan Xiangshan finished stroking his beard, he turned his head and ordered:

"Da Lang, go and take out the "Preface to the Mourning of the Victims" for the teacher, give the county order a look, and the axe is one or two."

Su Dalang's face was embarrassed and he didn't move.

The scholar on the side received Yuan Xiangshan's eyes, and turned his head to get a scroll.

The water pavilion outside this Juxian Garden seems to be often used as a place for Su Dalang to give lectures and read, and there are pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other ink treasures on the stone table, and several scholars have diligently cleaned up their hands and feet, vacated their places, and spread the scroll on the stone table in the center of the water pavilion.

The whole text is mainly composed of double sentences, paying attention to the neatness of the battle and the sonorous rhythm, and paying attention to algae decoration and diction in rhetoric.

It is a very popular style in the literary world, in fact, before Wei Zhou and Liqian, the Northern and Southern Dynasties began to prevail until now, and even Ouyang Rong participated in the imperial examination, which needed to write the corresponding essays for taking scholars.

In the water pavilion, seeing the flushed face of the apprentice Su Dalang on the side, Yuan Xiangshan waved his sleeves and added with a righteous face:

"The old man is a straight intestine, and some words are not unpleasant, but they are all for the people and the good of the county government, and I hope that the county will not be surprised."

"Of course it's not surprising."

Ouyang Rong, who had been silent since Yuan Xiangshan raised his opinion just now, suddenly spoke.

Yuan Xiangshan nodded with a satisfied expression, glanced at Su Dalang who was stunned next to him, and opened his mouth to say a few words.

Ouyang Rong said without stopping:

"But I'm also a straight gut, and some words are also not vomited or unhappy, but they are all for the good of the old-timers, just say a few words, and I hope the old-timers don't be surprised."

Everyone was stunned, and Yuan Xiangshan also frowned, "What do you want to say......

Ouyang Rong asked curiously:

"How old did the old-timer get married?"

"Why is this?"

"The old-timers just have to answer."

"When I was fourteen, my father decided to get married."

"What was that old-timer doing when he was twenty-three or four?"

Yuan Xiangshan's tone was quite proud: "Hmph, the old man has already entered high school, and he is waiting for the election of officials, and he entered the Ministry of Rites as an official two years later." ”

"Waiting for the officials to be elected, when I was twenty-three or four years old, I was in Luoyang Shilin, occasionally calling friends, confidants and treats, and I could also go to the Qinglou wine shop to find joy and get drunk, and sway pen and ink......

"When I was preparing for the exam in Luoyang before the next day, the seniors I saw were all like this, and the seniors were like this."

"It's not the same, not as much as you young people are drinking so much now...... No, what is this for, you ask? ”

Ouyang Rong asked indifferently:

"Then do you know how old Dalang is now?"

"Twenty-four years ......"

Yuan Xiangshan's words paused, but Ouyang Rong didn't wait for him to react, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Su Dalang, and then pointed to the direction of Juxianyuan's study behind him:

"Please take a closer look at the twenty-four-year-old Dalang, who has already reached the crown, what kind of life is now?

"Not to mention whether we drank any health tea when we went out to play this time. The old-timers kept saying that Da Lang was good, but they never took into account Da Lang's situation.

"You have already married and started a family at the age of fourteen, and you are not worried about your vigorous energy, and when you are twenty-three or fourteen years old, you will enter the Shi and the first, and enjoy the beauty of the gods, but what about Da Lang, it is the time of vigorous energy, Cheng Ri is locked up in this deep house compound, in front of him is a mountain of books and a sea of books, he reads hard at night, and his homework is full during the day, and the young black hair is facing all the white-headed old Confucians.

"Even a half-day holiday a month has to be forcibly occupied by the division commander, have the old-timers considered Dalang's feelings?"

In the water pavilion on the platform, the young man's words were sonorous and powerful, the Su family man on the side was stunned, and the white-haired old man with crutches was stunned, and he was a little speechless when choked, and hurriedly defended:

"Old decay is for his good ......"

"Don't persuade others to be kind without suffering others." Ouyang Rong took a step forward and interrupted:

"I don't want the old-timers to empathize, but I can directly use the majesty of the teacher to suppress Da Lang's nature, and in the name of Da Lang's parents' expectations, is it too selfish to do that greenhouse flower thing?!"

"You...... You...... Old decay has no ......"

"What am I, what the old-timers have done before, which point is not like this, the so-called substitute is good for the people of Longcheng, and the same is true."

Ouyang Rong didn't raise his eyelids:

"The old-timers just said that they had a good impression of Zaixia because of other people's comments on Zaixia, and later they were disappointed in Zaixia because of the so-called beggar seeking on the street, and even wrote a big criticism when they went home halfway......

"Oh, did the old man ask the beggar on the street about the origin of the reason?

"Obviously, the old-timers didn't, and the old-timers didn't know that these beggars were actually from other disaster-stricken counties!

It is precisely because the people of Longcheng County, which is also a disaster-stricken county, are doing well and are well-known that they have attracted victims from several surrounding counties to come in an endless stream.

"The old-timers didn't know that these victims, who came every day, were sent to the outskirts of the city before sunset.

"Even the old-timers don't even know how many relief camps there are outside the city, and how much food these relief camps consume every day just for free rice distribution, or they don't care, or they don't care.

"The old-timers only care about whether the article written when they go home is in harmony with the sentence structure and rhyme.

"Well, what do you say that seeing is believing, should you only see the appearance, should you regard it as reality, then how different is this from a blind man touching an elephant, but he has no eyes and no beads, and it is even better than a blind man touching an elephant, at least the latter still knows how to do it himself, but it is just a partial generalization, and the old-timers can't even deviate from the idea.

"Is that how the old-timers did it?"

Ouyang Rong chuckled, and at some point, he had already walked to the stone table, and while talking, he lowered his eyes and read the so-called "Preface to the Mourning of the Victims" on the table.

"You wait for the junior, you ......" Yuan Xiangshan stood up with a cane and staggered, his mouth trembling.

The young county magistrate shook his head and said:

"The old-timers are accustomed to having no eyes, standing on a high angle, ignoring the facts, talking eloquently, and making long speeches.

"This is true when I was reluctant to speak just now and wanted to seriously identify someone's quality, and now I appreciate the same as this masterpiece of the old-timers."

As he spoke, Ouyang Rong pointed his index finger downwards and pointed to the article on the table, with a sincere face, learning what someone had just said:

"It may not be true, but it's telling the truth, and it's also for the good of the old-timers, and the old-timers wrote this article...... Not really, a little disappointed. ”

He said lightly: "I admire the beauty too much, the algae painting is decorated, the literary style is despicable, and there is no disease and moaning." ”

Ouyang Rong was not wrong, after reading it carefully a few times, it was indeed a factual speech.

At present, there are no Eight Great Masters and Ancient Literature Movement in this world, and the popular style of writing in the Great Zhou literary circle has been handed down from the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

This style of writing, emphasizing duality and rhythm, is easy to evolve into a pile of rhetoric due to the need to accommodate the sentence structure, with few meanings and many words, which greatly affects the expression of content, that is, the writing is empty......

At this moment, in the Water Pavilion, Yuan Xiangshan was speechless, and seemed to be a little anxious, and his face turned red and coughed.

"The teacher is angry...... Su Dalang hurriedly stepped forward and patted the teacher's rickety back.

Looking at the pair of masters and apprentices in front of him, and thinking of what he encountered today, Ouyang Rong's mind suddenly flashed a certain ancient text with deep memories.

Ouyang Rong shook his head and said:

"Is this the kind of article used by the old-timers to teach Da Lang, then I don't have talent, and I also give Da Lang an article, so I won't write a pun article, and write something to say, which was given to me by a senior who once met by chance, and changed it a little, and offered it ugly."

Ouyang Rong stood at the table, laying out paper and ink, and rolling up his sleeves.

He pinched the pen and ink at will, and turned to a sprinkling article, which was swept away.

"Gifted to the Lord. Rokuro, Ahsan, let's go, let's stop getting in the way of a certain Master's eyes here. ”

After putting down the pen, without waiting for the ink to dry, Ouyang Rong turned around and walked out of the water pavilion.

Yan Liulang, Liu Ashan and others hurriedly followed.

Seeing this, Yuan Xiangshan pushed away Su Dalang and the scholar who were supporting, jumped up, and at this moment, for some reason, he actually looked a little vigorous, the old man chased out of the water pavilion and poked Ouyang Rong's back with a cane:

"Don't go, you're old, what do you mean."

"What do you mean?"

Ouyang Rong didn't reply:

"Still don't get it? The simple meaning is that students are good students, but teachers are not necessarily good teachers.

"Da Lang respects his teacher too much, and the old-timers are used to bullying him, but don't want to bully him, you don't understand the situation in Longcheng County, so I won't bother you to point fingers."

Just as Mr. Yuan was stomping his feet angrily, on the corridor not far from the water pavilion, there was a shadow that had been standing quietly for a long time.

"Miss, do you want to persuade ......" Behind Qianying, a bun-faced little maid couldn't help but ask.

"Shh Su Bao'er squinted at the tall back.

In the Water Pavilion, Su Dalang, who was a step slower, couldn't help but stop slowly when he passed by the stone table, looked down at the articles on the table that had not dried up the pen and ink, and muttered in a daze: "Yu Jiaqi can walk the ancient road...... The teacher said that the ...... of Yizhi

Su Dalang couldn't help but raise his head, and at this moment, like his sister on the corridor, he silently looked at the back of the young county commander who was striding away.