Walking on the bustling streets, Ye Junsheng's pace was very steady. No one could tell that it was the first time he was walking on the streets of Yangzhou, and he did not show the slightest flustered or surprised look, let alone look around.

For him, even if Yangzhou City is ten times larger and has a larger population, it is just an ordinary county town. However, through the observation and speculation of details, we can understand the differences between Yangzhou and Jizhou, the customs of the north and the south.

There are differences in clothing, eating habits, language thinking, and even people's skin color and hairstyle. Especially in terms of language, it is the most prominent, and outsiders often have flaws as soon as they open their mouths.

Of course, the main communication aspect is not a big barrier.

It took more than two hours of hard work, and Ye Junsheng grasped a lot of valuable information, which is equivalent to doing a city survey.

The reason why this is the case is because in the future, the title of the gold list in the future, with the qualifications to be an official, can be an official, often have to obey the dispatch of the imperial court, maybe it will be arranged to come to Yangzhou. It would be helpful if you knew it now.

The future career is not only related to glory and wealth, but also related to the virtuous path of one's own cultivation, and there is no room for carelessness.

After going around the three main streets, Ye Junsheng did not go to find the location of the calligraphy and painting shop for the first time, but touched a big teahouse on the side of the street, ready to drink tea first.

Regardless of ancient and modern, the teahouse in the city government is a very lively place, three religions and nine streams, dragons and snakes are mixed, and it belongs to the best place to inquire about customs and customs, news and information.

As soon as I walked upstairs, the sound of chaos poured into my ears, and I was talking as if I was cooking a big pot of porridge, boiling violently.

"This son, there is no place outside, can you go into the private room to serve tea?"

Soon, Xiao Er came to greet him.

But where the hotel teahouse, or the green building, the eyes of the running hall are extremely vicious, and the people are skilled. Xiao Er looked at Ye Junsheng up and down, and suddenly understood it. Knowing such a down-and-out scholar, firstly, he is unwilling to fall into his own identity and share the table with those rude men outside; secondly, he is shy in his pocket, but he can't sit in the private room to taste tea and eat snacks.

Ye Junsheng didn't care, and suddenly pointed to the southern corner, and said, "No, isn't there a vacant seat? ”

As soon as Xiao Er saw it, the corners of his mouth began to twitch, and he casually responded to a few vague words. Seeing that someone from downstairs came up again, he simply left Ye Junsheng and greeted the new guests.

There are quite a few guests in this group, there are more than ten of them, and they are followed by slaves and the like.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please go upstairs to the private room!"

You don't have to ask to know that the other party is unlikely to sit outside. If he can't grasp this point, then he will be in vain. If you ask rashly, I'm afraid that you will be scolded.

"Hey, isn't that a kid surnamed Ye?"

That group of people had sharp eyes, and they recognized Ye Jun as a child.

"Sure enough, it's him......"

"Hmph, the road is narrow, I didn't expect this guy to come to drink tea. ”

"Haha, did you see it, he actually ran to a table with the pawn peddler, it's really insulting......"

The laughter is indescribably proud, and it seems that he can finally vent the long-suppressed bad luck, and he feels happy.

Scholars have been high for a long time. Self-contained identity, where would they casually sit at the same table with some low-level people to eat and drink? If it is spread out, if not a stain, it will be a laughing stock.

Gu Wendao's face was a little gloomy, he glanced at him coldly, and said, "Whatever he does, let's go into the private room." "What happened on the ship, looking back, still haunts me.

In his position, my fair lady, gentleman is good, and he has never been abrupt and beautiful, asking himself what he has done, and there is no mistake. Ye Junsheng was good, but like a wild dog, he opened his mouth and bitten. Vulgar language, vain reading the books of the sages.

Later, although the second son of Ximen gave face and expelled the Ye brothers and sisters from the boat, his heart was still like a stone stuffed in, and he couldn't eliminate his depression.

At present, I saw Ye Junsheng alone, wearing a thin cotton coat on a cold day, huddled in the corner of the teahouse, and sat at the same table with the pawn and peddler, very depressed. He naturally felt that he was very happy. However, in addition to Pingzhou friends, there are also several old acquaintances from Yangzhou, but they are not good at acting too explicitly, so they just pressed it down.

When they entered the private room, those Yangzhou friends asked curiously. There is no need for Gu to ask out loud, there are people next to him who are telling the story. Add oil and vinegar, spring and autumn penmanship, gushing, and the story process stated is wonderful.

In this story, the role played by Ye Junsheng is extremely disgraceful and hateful.

After hearing this, several Yangzhou friends were filled with righteous indignation, and they continued to cry out for the wronged Gu Wendao. Looking at the battle, if it weren't for the holy precept of "a gentleman doesn't do anything", I am afraid that he would rush out and beat Ye Junsheng to show justice.

These twists and turns, Ye Junsheng, who was sitting outside, didn't know about it. Drink tea and ask questions from your table mates from time to time, and enjoy yourself.

After about half an hour, when I was almost seated, I checked out and left.

As soon as he left, the people on the Gu Dao side noticed it and told the master to know.

"Ah San, Ah Si, go and see what this son is going to do? ”

Gu asked the order, and the two servants immediately nodded yes and quietly followed.

......

Xiliu Lane - the most densely populated street of calligraphy and painting shops in Yangzhou. The blue brick pavement, with many green trees on both sides, people walk in, as if isolated from the noisy and lively world outside, and enter a quiet time and space with elegant style.

It turns out that not only people have temperament, but also streets, and even a certain city, also have a characteristic temperament. Based on this alone, it can be seen that Yangzhou, as an important town in the south of the Yangtze River, has a high level of charm and literary style, far surpassing Jizhou and so on.

Jizhou also has a street that specializes in calligraphy and painting, but the layout and so on are very different. However, the gap between the north and the south of the literary world has always been recognized and understandable. On the contrary, the scholars in the north focus more on martial arts, and scholars who are both civil and military are very common. This point is better than the Jiangnan genius who advocates grace and meticulousness.

However, in the eyes of Jiangnan talents, the so-called "civil and military skills" are somewhat despised. For fist and foot kung fu, often disdainful.

A scholar is a scholar, and he who fights and kills, what is the matter? There is a specialization in academics, and martial artists and literati should be opposed, where are they mixed up?

There are not a few Confucian scholars who hold such a concept, and it even affects the direction of the government, so that more scholars can focus more on the pile of old papers, only talking about articles, not martial arts.

Over time, the wind of glamour flourished, and Qing talk was admired.

This is the biggest feeling that Ye Junsheng got after coming to Yangzhou: there is no way, the country is healthy, singing and dancing are peaceful, and the name is "Shengshi", and many things will flood to describe the guiding mainstream. And in the eyes of the warlock, don't be happy, call it "luck".

"In later generations, the Confucianism of putrid acid was probably raised in this way......"

Ye Junsheng sighed in his heart, didn't think deeply, and happened to see a calligraphy and painting shop with a rather atmospheric layout, called "Hate Evening Fast", so he walked in.

"This son, but you want to buy calligraphy and paintings?"

A little guy greeted him very enthusiastically and smiled.

Ye Junsheng smiled: "No, I'm here to sell words." ”

"Ugh. ”

The little guy swallowed a mouthful of water and became a little lazy: "Sell words to this side, please." He walked into the side door on the right side of the store with Ye Junsheng: "Shopkeeper Wu, someone wants to sell words." ”

It was arranged as a room, with a large bookcase in the center, and behind the bookcase sat an old man, about sixty years old, with a gray beard.

At that time, the bookcase was full of calligraphy and painting scrolls, and the shopkeeper Wu was watching. Hearing this, he didn't raise his head, and said indifferently: "Let him stand outside and wait." ”

As a shopkeeper who hates to collect calligraphy and paintings, he doesn't know how much business he has taken over all year round. Cultivate an indifferent temperament early, and want him to greet you warmly, unless the sun rises in the western sky.

The little guy was used to it, so he asked Ye Junsheng to wait, and he went straight out to greet other customers.

About a tea time, Shopkeeper Wu finished reviewing the calligraphy and paintings at hand, and then looked up at Ye Junsheng: "This son, come in." ”

Ye Junsheng stepped in without hurrying, and took out three characters from the bookhouse and placed them on the bookcase.

Shopkeeper Wu didn't read the words for the first time, but he looked at him carefully first, and soon got some impressions in his mind.

Asked, "Did you write these three words?"

There are no more than two types of people who come to the store to sell characters, one is self-created, the other is ancestral, and the old calligraphy and paintings obtained through other channels.

There is no doubt that the level of goods in the second type is relatively higher. After all, if the quality of the handwriting is good and it is famous, where do you need to deign to sell your works to a calligraphy and painting shop?

"I wrote it myself. ”

Hearing Ye Junsheng's answer, Shopkeeper Wu showed a slight look of disappointment, but quickly erased it: There are also many scholars who sell words like this. It can even be said that at least eight out of ten people who came to sell words belonged to this category.

Before studying poetry and books, scholars often have no other means of making a living, and before they can gain fame, if their families are not well-off, they have to make money by selling calligraphy and painting works, so as to subsidize their families and make a living. The lowest ones are sold on the street with little income, and the slightly higher ones are consignment or sold in calligraphy and painting shops, or they are sold outright...... The higher grade of selling characters is to sell fame and become calligraphers, and the price will naturally rise. It's not easy to become famous, and it's hard to find one among thousands of people.

Shopkeeper Wu stretched out his hand to brush his beard, and said slowly: "Our store does not accept calligraphy and painting easily, even if it is consigned, there are certain rules." ”

Ye Junsheng smiled and said: "The kid naturally knows, and I ask Mr. to take a look, if you can't see it, you don't dare to force it." ”

Shopkeeper Wu coughed dryly, listening to Ye Junsheng's accent, he was a foreigner, and he was very immature, so what good words could he write. But you still have to do things according to the rules, so it's expedient to take a look and send him away.

Thinking about it, he reached out and took a piece of writing, opened it and looked at it.

(To be continued)