Chapter 285: What do I want from those who don’t know me (big chapter)

Zhang Yuan also learned from Xing Long, the garrison eunuch in Nanjing, that Mao Liangfeng, the eunuch of the Imperial Academy, had been sent to the Nanjing Criminal Department for trial because of corruption and bending the law. Jinyiwei had ironclad evidence that Mao Liangfeng had violated the law, so sending him to the Xing Department for trial was just a judicial procedure.

, Mao Liangfeng definitely cannot become an eighth-grade official——

Eunuch Xing frowned and said to Zhang Yuan: "Idiots like Mao Liangfeng are not upright and want to frame Mr. Zhang. He is shooting himself in the foot. How Mr. Zhang wants to deal with him, the Za family can still have a say.

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Zhang Yuandao: "Thank you very much, father-in-law. Just report your grievances directly and deal with them according to the law. ("")"

Zhang Yuan resigned from the Inner Guards House and returned to Danyuan to continue editing the "Records of the Imperial Court Offerings". At dusk, he was preparing to return to the Zen House. As soon as he left Danyuan, he met Xue Tong and Xu San from the Xiangzhen Hall. They must have been at the door.

After waiting for a long time, Xue Tong held a birdcage in his hand. When he saw Zhang Yuan, Xue Tong jumped forward and bowed: "Mr. Zhang, my daughter and Sister Xueyi originally wanted to entertain three Xianggong Zhang today.

, but Sister Xueyi was ill yesterday——"

Zhang Yuan asked: "How is Miss Xueyi's condition?"

Xu Sanchashou said: "Miss Xueyi has always been sick. She is always sick for several days every month."

After Zhang Yuan heard what Xu San said, he stopped asking any more questions and sent Xu San and Xue Tong back.

Waiting for Mr. Wen——"

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "It's already this time. Brother, haven't you drunk Mr. Wen's tea yet?" Then he and Xue Tong went to Taoye Ferry.

When the black-feathered starling heard Xue Tong call "Ms. Jiezi", he shouted loudly "Weigu, you are looking for chess pieces". Zhang Yuan shook his head and laughed -

Min Wenshui is from Huizhou. He has sold tea and set up tea stalls in Taoyedu for many years. People in Jinling call it "Min Tea". In recent years, Min Wenshui has handed over the Taoyedu tea shop to his son Min Zichang to take care of it.

No matter how easy it is to cook tea for guests, his reputation will become even greater. Scholars in Jinling regard it as a privilege to taste tea cooked by Min Wenshui himself——

When they arrived at Min's Tea House at Taoyedu, they saw Zhang Dai sitting in the tea shop, leisurely singing the Peony Pavilion a cappella. Zhang Dai was determined to wait until Min Wenshui came back and would not give up until he drank the tea cooked by Min Wenshui himself.

Xue Tong whispered to Zhang Yuan: "Mr. Jiezi, my daughter came here to sip tea early in the morning. Mr. Wen is deliberately hiding from our eldest son, Mr. Xue."

Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, my eldest brother will wait until dark, unless Mr. Wen doesn't come home that night."

Xue Tong and Xu San went back to the old courtyard directly. Zhang Yuan was waiting with his eldest brother Zhang Dai at Min's Tea House. Min Wenshui's son, Min Zichang, was a little frowning. This guest just refused to leave, and his father refused to see him.

Man, what should I do?

As the sun sets in the west, the water of Qinhuai River sparkles with gold, the golden powder of the Six Dynasties flows, and the fragrance of Luoqi fills the air. The night of Qinhuai is about to begin——

Zhang Yuan and his eldest brother Zhang Dai were standing in front of the Min's tea house to watch the sunset over the Qinhuai River. Suddenly they saw a small boat drifting down the upper reaches and moored at the ferry. A girl in a bun robe with a light waist jumped onto the shore. Although Zhang Yuan could not see it,

The face of this girl was clear, but looking at her gait and posture, she knew it was Wang Wei. Xue Tong must have gone back and said that he and his eldest brother Zhang Dai were here, so Wang Wei came -

"The eldest son is the father-in-law, the eldest son is the father-in-law, the eldest son is the father-in-law—"

Wang Wei saluted Zhang Yuan and the two of them, his beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, his beauty was intoxicating, and he said to Zhang Dai: "Wang Wei promised to introduce his eldest son to Mr. Wen when he arrived in Jinling, but he never got the chance - please wait a moment, Mr. Wen."

After saying that, he twisted his slender waist and turned around, with Xue Tong jumping behind him.

After about a tea time, he saw the girl Wang Wei and an old man in commoner clothes with snow-like hair turning around the Taoye Ferry Pavilion and walking towards the tea shop. Zhang Yuan chuckled and said: "Brother, you have to have acquaintances wherever you go.

I don’t have any acquaintances, and I can’t even drink tea.”

Zhang Dai smiled and went up to him and bowed: "Mr. Wen, Xiaosheng has been waiting for Mr. Wen for two days."

When Min Wenshui saw that it was Zhang Dai, he cupped his hands and said, "I forgot to take my cane." He turned around and left.

Wang Wei hurriedly said: "Let Xue Tong get it."

Xue Tong agreed and ran away. Now Min Wenshui had no reason to shirk anymore, so he had to go into the tea shop and murmured to himself: "This person is so messed up, so I'd better cook a pot and send them away."

Then he went to the adjacent room to make tea. Zhang Dai followed him and saw that Minwen water was making tea very quickly, like flowing clouds and flowing water without any unnecessary movements. It really had a sense of beauty like a cook undressing a cow——

Zhang Yuan did not follow to see Min Wenshui cooking tea because Wang Wei was talking to him. Dusk had fallen and there were no other customers in the tea shop. Wang Wei and Zhang Yuan were standing in front of the window. The pomelo trees outside the window were full of pomelo fruits and could be smelled by the nose.

There was a faint fragrance, Wang Wei smiled at the corner of his mouth, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Jiezi, what did you say when you came back from the same boat with Mr. Wen the day before yesterday? Why did Mr. Wen say that you are frivolous and frivolous and unwilling to receive you?"

That night when returning to the boat, Zhang E spoke in a rather obscene manner. Zhang Yuan laughed and said, "I didn't say anything, it was just a few jokes. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple"

Wang Wei's beautiful eyes squinted at Zhang Yuan: "Are you making fun of the little girl?"

Zhang Yuan hurriedly said: "No."

Are you denying it so quickly? Wang smiled slightly, and asked no more questions. He stood next to Zhang Yuan and watched the twilight fade outside the window, blurring the distant mountains and dimming the ripples. The golden grapefruit of the grapefruit tree was covered by the late

The wind painted a layer of gray, and Wang Wei recited softly: "The autumn wind brings early cold, blowing on your neighbor's tree. The leaves blow far away, and I meet you under your steps. They are different from each other, and they float on the wall and tiles. They rustle.

The scattered autumn return is not mistaken by the frost. The shadow of the old figure is seen as a frosty road to the sky. It is the chrysanthemum outside the sunset lamp, illuminating the late evening with one heart - what does Xianggong Jie think of this poem?"

Zhang Yuandao: "Writing autumn scenery, writing farewell poems, elegance and simplicity, it is considered a good poem - is this a poem by Tan Youxia?"

Wang Weiyan said: "It's exactly the poem of Tan Youxia, whom Mr. Jie despised."

Zhang Yuandao: "How dare you look down on it? I'm just too ambitious and have put the Jingling Bell and the Tan on top and bottom for three thousand years."

Wang Wei said: "Then let me ask Mr. Jie to discuss Jingling Bell and what status Tan's poems will have in future generations."

Zhang Yuandao: "It can be regarded as a school, and it should be famous for future generations. However, Zhong Bojing's poems always try to be simple and far-reaching, but they are embarrassed. Tan Youxia pursues Jian Jun's profoundness, but his talent and poetry are inferior to those of the three policemen, so it is too revealing.

He is poor and thin, and he is too eager for danger, so that the words are riddles and the chapters are fragmented."

This is Qian Zhongshu's evaluation of Zhong Xing and Tan Yuanchun in "Tan Yi Lu". Zhang Yuan once read "Tan Yi Lu" commented by Zhou Zhenfu. He has lived in two generations and still has deep memories -

Wang Wei was silent and thought carefully about it. Tan's poems did have such shortcomings, but he said: "Although Mr. Jie's words are reasonable, he is just too harsh. Li, Du, Ou, Su, there are several others in three thousand years."

Woolen cloth."

Zhang Yuan laughed and said, "That's right. Am I being unkind?" He thought to himself, "You can't blame me for that. "Talk about Art" is Mr. Qian's early treatise. At that time, Mr. Qian was very talented and sharp in his analysis.

It is sharp and sharp, which is quite different from the later "Guan Zui Bian" which is sharp and broad-minded - well, "Tan Yi Lu" was written by Mr. Qian on an isolated island in Shanghai during the Anti-Japanese War, and "Guan Zui Bian" was written during the Cultural Revolution.

This is the time when we are most worried. This must be despised by some people. I don’t take up swords and guns, don’t commit suicide and accuse, but write those things. Is it useful? It’s like I know that in thirty years my country will be destroyed and my family will be destroyed. This evening

But I was discussing poetry with Wang Xiuwei, a famous Qinhuai prostitute, while Min Wenshui, a famous tea ceremony master in the neighboring room, was elegantly cooking tea.

To save the country?"

…

Min Wenshui quickly brought out tea and poured a cup for each of Zhang Dai, Zhang Yuan and Wang Wei. Wang Wei drank the tea without saying a word. Zhang Yuan's taste buds on the tip of his tongue were not developed. As long as the tea was not bad, it would be the same to him——

It was getting dark, and Min Zi held up a glazed lamp. Zhang Dai looked at the color of tea under the lamp. It was as light as water, but the aroma was overwhelming. Zhang Dai was amazed and asked Min Wenshui: "Mr. Wenshui, where did this tea come from?"

Min Wen responded, "Langyuan tea."

Wang Wei lowered his eyebrows and smiled, Zhang Yuan looked at it happily, um, watching a good show——

Zhang Dai was a little surprised, then sipped it carefully and said with a smile: "Mr. Wen is teasing Xiaosheng, this tea is made according to the Langyuan tea method, but the taste is not."

Min Wenshui raised his white eyebrows with a look of surprise, and then asked with a hidden smile: "Where did Mr. Zhang say this tea was produced?"

Zhang Dai took another sip and said, "It looks very much like Luojie tea."

Min Wenshui smacked his lips and said, "Strange, strange."

Zhang Dai asked again: "Where does this water come from?"

Minwen Waterway: "Huiquan."

Zhang Dai said with a smile: "Lao Wen lied to me again. Huiquan is far away in Wuxi. How can it be so fresh after being transported hundreds of miles?"

Min Wenshui showed great respect to Zhang Dai and said: "To be honest, to get the water from the Hui Spring, you must first dig the well, wait for the new spring to arrive at midnight, draw it up, pave the bottom of the urn with Leilei Mountain stones, and use the wind to carry the water boat.

Without using human power and following nature, it often takes more than twenty days to travel from Wuxi to Jinling, and the spring is as sweet as fresh water."

Zhang Dai praised: "Lao Wen has a heart, Lao Wen has a heart."

Speaking of the famous springs and good tea in the south of the Yangtze River, Min Wenshui said: "Zhang Gongzi's hometown in Yuezhong also has good tea and good springs. Longjing, Rizhu, and Guzhu are all famous. The year before last, I went to Shanyin to get some tea from the mountain behind the Bamboo Temple.

Spring-cooked usnea tea is wonderful. """

When Zhang Dai heard Min Wenshui talking about the Wanquan in his hometown, he was heartbroken and said: "Mr. Wen didn't know something. The Wanquan is dead."

Min Wenshui was surprised and asked why? But it turned out that it was Shanyin. The gentry in Kuaiji and two counties often ordered their slaves to go to Wanquan to get water. Those slaves went to Banzhu Temple to harass the monks, asking for wine and food from the monks. If they did not give them, they would be full of old fists. The monks suffered.

There was no way to escape, so they blamed the spring. They sank rotten bamboo trees into the spring, and cut off the water from the ditch to merge with the spring, making the spring undrinkable. No one came to fetch water. The monk was purified, and it became the first spring in Shaoxing.

It was just ruined——

Min Wenshui sighed greatly. Now that he had no grudge against Zhang Dai, he invited Zhang Dai into the elegant room. Zhang Yuan and Wang Wei followed him in. Wang Wei whispered to Zhang Yuan: "My eldest son, Mr. Wen, is a good judge of things. Mr. Wen is a good friend."

Arrogant Queen Gong."

Zhang Yuan smiled and entered the elegant room, but saw that the window was bright and clean. On the tea table were listed Jingxi pots and more than ten kinds of Xuanyao porcelain pots, all of which were exquisite. Min Wenshui quickly cooked another pot of tea and poured it specially for Zhang Dai.

, said: "Master Zhang, try this."

Zhang Dai first looked at the color of the tea, then tasted the flavor, and said: "The aroma is strong and the taste is very rich. This is spring tea, and the pot just now is autumn tea."

Min Wenshui laughed and said, "I am fifty years old, and there are many people who appreciate it. No one can be as good at appreciating it as Mr. Zhang." So they became friends who have forgotten their years.

Zhang Dai and Zhang Yuan had dinner here in Min Wenshui. Wang Wei resigned, and Min Wenshui did not keep her. Wang Wei took Xue Tong out and turned back to Zhang Yuan and said: "Mr. Jiezi, can you send me on the boat?"

When Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment, Zhang Dai pushed him behind him and said with a smile: "Hurry up."

Zhang Yuan went out with a smile. Wang Wei slowed down and let Zhang Yuan walk in front. She followed, walking slowly along the Qinhuai River. The crooked moon rose early, and the Qinhuai River painted boats, flutes and drums at night, coming and going.

Go and go, the boats are hung with horn lanterns like beads, water towers on both sides of the river, river houses with sparse red railings, bamboo curtains and gauze curtains, and the strong fragrance of jasmine in the night wind——

The two of them didn't say anything, but when they boarded the boat at Taoye Ferry, Wang Wei chuckled and said: "The three Xianggong Zhang each have their own talents. The eldest son Xianggong's taste of tea ceremony is unparalleled, and Xianggong Jie's poems and poems are outstanding."

People admire him, and it is Wang Wei’s luck to get to know the three husbands.”
To be continued...