It is said that in the twenty-third year of Wanli, celebrities in Nanjing have gradually worn out. At this time, Dr. Yu's generation was old, dead, scattered and closed. There are no talented people in Huatan Wine Club: articles on rites and music, and those sages don't pay attention to them. On the source, but success is a gift, frustration is stupid; On heroes, but surplus must be extravagant, which is not seen in Xiao Suo. With Li and Du's articles and Yan and Zeng's personalities, no one asked you. So those big families, crowned, stunned, mourned and sacrificed, and there were several seats in the squire hall, which were nothing more than talking about the officialdom of promotion, relocation, adjustment and decline; Just poor Confucius, just doing some flattering exams. In the middle of that street, there are some strange people.
One can write. This man's name is Ji, and he is a distant year. He has been unemployed since he was a child and has been living in these monasteries. Seeing the monk pass on vegetarian food to the whole class, he also stood there with a bowl and ate with the whole class. Monks are not tired of him. His calligraphy is the best, but he refuses to learn ancient calligraphy. He just created his own style and wrote by writing. But if a mortal wants to ask him to write, he will fast for one day three days ago and grind ink for one day the next day, but he will not let others write for him. Even if you write a 14-character couplet, you should use half a bowl of ink. The pens used are all from that family, and they are not used. When it comes to writing, he wants three or four people to brush the paper for him before writing. If some blows are not good, he will scold and fight. But he won't be happy unless he wants to. If he doesn't want to, let your princes and ministers give him a lot of money, and he won't even look at it. He was unkempt again, wearing a thin straight pleat and looking at a pair of worn-out sandals. I write every day, take other people's money, eat at home, give him the rest, and give it to the poor I don't know.
It was snowing heavily that day. I went to my friend's house, and his loose sandals kicked the mud in his study. Knowing that he has a bad temper, the master dislikes him in his heart, and he can't say anything. He wants to ask, "Teacher Ji's honor is broken. Can I buy a pair for a change?" Ji said one year, "I have no money." The host said, "If you are willing to write a word for me, I will buy you shoes." Ji Xiannian said, "Don't I have shoes? Do you want them? " The host was tired of his dirty pickling, so he went in and took out a pair of shoes. "Please change your husband a little, I'm afraid you'll get cold under your feet." Ji Yaonian was annoyed and didn't say goodbye. He walked out of the gate and shouted, "What's so important about your family! Can't I sit at your house in these shoes? I am sitting in your house, I flatter you and I am eager to wear your shoes! " All the way back to Tianjie Temple, I had a meal in class.
After eating, I saw a box of good fragrant ink in the monk's room. Ji Yinian asked, "Do you want to write with this ink?" The monk said, "Master Sun gave it to me yesterday and gave it to another benefactor. Don't write. " Xia Ji read: "Write a good picture." He went to his room, took out a large glass of ink soup, picked an ingot of ink, scooped up some water, and sat on the meditation bed to grind it for him. The monk clearly knew his temper and deliberately dared him to write. He was grinding ink there when the waiter came in and said to the old monk, "Here comes the stone master who got off the pontoon bridge." The monk greeted him. Shi's grandson has already entered the meditation hall. When he saw the New Year's greetings, he went there to talk about cold and warm with the monks. Xia Ji finished grinding ink, took out a piece of paper, spread it on the table, and asked four young monks to press it for him. He picked up a failed pen, dipped it in ink, shone on the paper for a while and immediately wrote a line. The young monk behind his right hand moved. He chiseled it, shortened it by half, and screamed. Hearing this, the old monk hurried over to see it, still calling there. The old monk advised him not to be annoyed. He took the paper to the young monk to finish it. Stone's grandson also came to see it for a while and said goodbye to the monk.
The next day, a page of the Shi family came to Tianjie Temple, saw Ji Yinian and asked, "Is there anyone named Ji who writes here?" Xia Ji Niandao: "Ask him why?" The page said, "My master told him to write tomorrow." Xia Ji did not answer him, saying, "That's it. He is not at home today. I'll call him tomorrow. " The next day, I walked to the gate of the lower pontoon bridge and wanted to get in. The man at the door stopped him and said, "Who are you? Run in!" " Ji Xiannian said, "I'm here to write." The page came out of the concierge and saw it. "So it's you!" He said. You can write too? "Take him to the outdoor hall, page back. As soon as Shi's grandson came out of the screen, he was hit head-on by Nian and cursed: "Who are you to ask me to write? I am not greedy for your money, your power or your light. How dare you let me write! With a loud shout, Shi Taigong was scolded into silence and went in with his head down. "。 After scolding for a while that year, he returned to the Temple of Heaven.
Another company sells tin foil spools. This man's surname is Wang and his name is Tai. The ancestors sold vegetables in Sanpailou, but he was poor in his father's hands and sold all the vegetable gardens. He likes playing Go best since he was a child. Later, when his father died, he lost his life and went to sell fire paper tubes in Hujufu every day.
On that day, Miao Yi Temple will do something. It's early summer, and pools of brand-new lotus leaves are floating on the water. There are many pavilions in this temple, and those tourists come in to fight for their lives. Mrs. Wang came in, walked around for a while, and walked under the Liu Yin tree. There was a stone stage with four stone benches on both sides, and three or four senior officials played chess around two people. A man dressed in sapphire said, "Our teacher Ma won 1 12 yuan in Yantai, Yangzhou the day before yesterday. He won more than 2,000 yuan." A young man in jade clothes said, "Mr. Ma is the best player in the world, and only Mr. Bian can be the enemy of his second son." It's just that it's really hard for us to learn from Mr. Bian. "Mrs. Wang leaned over to peek. The pages saw him in rags, pushing and shoving and forbidding him to come forward. The host sitting at the bottom asked, "Do people like you know how to play chess?" Wang Taidao: "I know a thing or two." I looked at it for a while and smiled. The man surnamed Ma said, "You can laugh, but you can't beat us?" Wang Taidao: "I can barely make do." The host said, "What kind of person are you playing chess with Mr. Ma! The surname Bian said, "Since he is bold, why not fool him?" ? I just know that we gentlemen play chess and he doesn't get in the way! "Mrs. Wang did not refuse, but brought a screwdriver to make the man surnamed Ma move. People around you think it's funny. The man surnamed Ma played a few games with him and felt that his hands were different. After half a game, I stood up and said, "I lost half a game of chess." "Those people don't know." As far as the current situation is concerned, it is Mr. Ma who has suffered a little, "said Bian. They are scared to take Mrs. Wang for a drink. Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "This is as happy as killing chess! I have killed chess, and I am very happy. I cannot eat or drink there! " Say that finish, he smiled and left without looking back.
One is the teahouse owner, whose name is Gai and whose name is Kuan. He used to be a pawnshop owner. When he was in his twenties, his family had money, pawnbrokers, fields and farms, and all his relatives were rich. He thinks these people are tacky, sitting in the study every day doing poetry and reading books, and likes to draw a few strokes. Later, when he finished painting, many poets and painters came to associate with him. Poetry is not as good as him, painting is not as good as him, but he loves talent as life. When these people came, they kept the wine for dinner, talking and laughing. These people have crowns, weddings, funerals, sacrifices and other urgent matters at home, and they have no money. They came to him and said that he never refused, and hundreds of dollars were used by others. When the small official in the pawnshop saw the master's behavior, they all said that he was a little dull. He tried his best to cheat in the pawnshop and his capital gradually disappeared. The field was flooded for years, and those bastards came to persuade him to sell it. People who buy fields think that the harvest is thin, and it is obviously worth five or six hundred and twenty yuan. He had no choice but to sell it. The money sold won't be long, so we have to weigh it at home. How long will it last? No, we can only rely on the mainland to pay people back. I don't want that man to have no conscience and set fire to the firewood yard. His fate is not good. He lost several trials in succession and burned tens of thousands of firewood in the yard. Wood is burned piece by piece, and after molding, it is as strange as Taihu stone. Those people brought this thing here to show him. Seeing that he was so stubborn, he stayed at home. The family said, "This is bad luck. You can't keep it." He wouldn't believe it either, so he stayed in the study. That guy quit when he saw that there was no farm.
After another half year, the eclipse was hard, so I sold my big house and moved to a small one. Half a year later, his wife died, held a funeral and sold the small house. Unfortunately, there is a son and a daughter in this building. In a secluded alley, I found two houses and opened a teahouse. Living in one of the houses with my son and daughter. There are several tea tables in the outer room, a tea stove on the back eaves, a counter on the right, and two water tanks behind, which are filled with rainwater. His old man got up early in the morning, lit his own fire, fanned the wind, poured water into the stove, and sat at the counter reading poems and paintings. There is a bottle on the counter. There are some fashionable flowers in it. There are many ancient books beside the bottle. Everything in his family has been sold out, only these beloved ancient books are unwilling to sell. People come to sit and drink tea, and if the book is lost, they will come to get the teapot and teacup. The profit of teahouse is limited. A pot of tea only earns one yuan. Only fifty or sixty pots of tea are sold every day, and only fifty or sixty dollars are earned. What else have you done besides rice and firewood?
Sitting at the counter that day, a neighbor's father came to talk to him. Seeing that he was still wearing summer cloth in October, the old man asked, "Your old man is in a difficult situation now. How many people have benefited from your kindness before, but now they don't come to see you. Your relatives are always in good health. Why don't you consult with them and borrow a lot of money to do some big business? " Gaikuan said, "Dad, the world is warm and cold, and people are high and low.". When I was rich, I dressed well, and my pages were neat, which matched these relatives well. Now that I'm in this state, he doesn't mind me when I go to their house, and I feel sick myself As for what my father said benefited from me, all of them were poor, so I still have to pay them back! Since he has gone to a rich place, he will still come to me there! If I go to him, it will be boring to annoy them! " Neighbors saw his distress and said, "Dad, your teahouse is deserted. I don't think many people will come today. Take advantage of the good weather and accompany you to the south gate. " Gaikuan said, "Stubbornness is the best, but there is no host. What can we do? " The neighbor said, "I'll just take a few cents and be a vegetarian." Gaikuan said, "I'm bothering your old man again."
After that, he asked his little son to go out to look after the shop, and he walked out of the south gate with the old man. In the teaching shop, two people had a vegetarian meal of fifty cents. The old man paid the bill, paid the small dish and strolled into Hoonji. I have seen the south corridor of the Hall of Great Heroes, the Sanzang Zen Forest and the cauldron. I bought a bag of sugar at the door and went to the teahouse behind the pagoda for tea. The neighbor's father said: "Today's times are different, and there are fewer tourists in Shunzhi. Even this candy is not as much as it was bought twenty years ago. " Gaikuan said, "Your old man is over seventy years old, and I don't know how many things he has seen, but now he is different. Like me, I can draw two strokes. If all the celebrities in Dr. Yu's class were there at that time, there would be no bowl of rice to eat! I don't want to be so difficult now! " The neighbor said, "I forgot if you didn't tell me." There is a Taibo Temple near the beautiful terrace, which was built by a Mr. Chi in Jurong that year. That year, Master Yu was invited to sacrifice. How lively it is! I was only in my twenties when I squeezed my hat off. Now the poor temple is neglected, and the houses have fallen down. We'll go with you after tea. "
Say that finish, he ate a cow's head dried bean curd, paid for the tea, walked out, strolled from the post to the left of Yuhuatai, and saw the main hall of Taibo Temple, and the roof of the house collapsed by half. When they came to the door, five or six children were playing football there. Two doors fell down and they slept underground. When they walked in, three or four old ladies from the countryside were picking shepherd's purse in Dana, and the partition in the hall was gone. After that, there are five buildings, straight and without floors. As they walked back and forth, Gaikuan sighed, "Where can there be such a scenic spot? It's ruined now, and no one has come to repair it. How many rich people spend a thousand dollars to build a monk's temple, and which one will come to the temple of the sage! " The neighbor's father said, "How many guys did Mr. Chi buy in those years? They were all old-fashioned and put in several big cabinets under this building. Now even the cabinets are gone!" Gaikuan said, "It's really sad to mention these ancient things. We might as well go back! " Two people came out slowly.
The neighbor's father said, "We'll go to the top of Yuhuatai by the way." Looking at the mountains on the other side of the river, the blue and green are distinct, and there are countless ships coming and going in the river. The red sun went down the mountain. Two people slowly down the mountain, blend the city and back. Gaikuan also sold tea for half a year. In March of the following year, a family paid eight taels of silver for repairs and invited him to teach at home.
One is a tailor. This man, surnamed Jing, is in his fifties and runs a tailor's shop in Sanshan Street. Make a living for others every day and play the piano and write in my spare time. I also like writing poems. His friend asked him, "If you want to be an elegant person, why do you want to engage in your career?" ? Why don't you get along with some school people? "He said," I don't want to be an elegant person, just want to be similar in temperament, so I often learn. "As for our humble work, it was left over by our ancestors and fathers. Will studying as a tailor defile us? Besides, those friends at school who have other opinions are willing to get along with us? Nowadays, it's up to you to find sixty or seventy cents of silver every day, eat enough, play the piano and write. I don't covet other people's wealth, I don't wait on others' color, I don't accept it, I don't care about the land, but I'm not happy? " After listening to his words, his friends stopped making out with him.
One day, Jingyuan ate a meal and thought it was all right, and strolled all the way to Liang Qing. This Liang Qingshan is a very quiet place in the west of the city. He has an old friend, surnamed Yu, who lives behind the mountain. The old man did not study or do business, and raised five sons, the oldest in his forties and the youngest in his twenties. The old man led his five sons to irrigate the garden. However, the garden is 200-300 mu, with many flowers and a few stones in the middle. The old man built several thatched huts beside him and planted several buttonwood trees with his own hands, which grew to thirty or forty yards. When the old man saw his son watering the garden, he went to Maozhai to make a fire, simmer tea and eat it to see the new green in the garden. On this day, Yuan Jing came in to greet the old man. "I haven't seen my brother for a long time. Is business busy? " Yuan Jing said, "exactly. I just delivered it clearly today, so I came to see my father. " Old Yu Man said, "I just made a pot of ready-made tea. Please use a cup. " Pour it and send it back. Jingyuan took it, sat down to eat, and said, "It's brown, fragrant and delicious, but where did Dad get such good water?" Old Yu Man said, "We are not much better in the west than in the south of your city. We can eat everywhere in Jing Quan. " Yuan Jing said, "The ancients talked about avoiding the world in Taoyuan. I remember. What kind of paradise do you want there? Only as carefree as my father, living in such an urban forest, is now a living fairy! " "Only I, an old guy like me, can't do anything," said the old man. "Why do I feel more interesting because my brother can play the piano? I thought it was taken recently, but how often can I ask? " Yuan Jing said, "It's easy. Dad never gets tired of being rude. I'll ask Qin tomorrow. " After a while, I said goodbye and came back.
The next day, Yuan Jing came to the garden with a harp. The old man had burned incense and was waiting there. See each other, and said a few words. Yu Laokan put the piano on the stone bench and gave it to Yuan Jing. Jingyuan sat on the floor, and the old man sat next to him. Jingyuan slowly harmonizes the strings, bounces, clangs and vibrates the treetops. Those birds hear it and are eavesdropping on the branches. After playing for a while, suddenly there was a sound of changing the emblem, and it turned around sadly. When the old man heard the depth, he felt sad and cried. Since then, the two of them have been in frequent contact. Don't live now. Official! Is it true that no gentleman can be a scholar from now on? However, he has never been to the imperial court, so I won't say it. After all, how to promote it? Listen to the next decomposition.