In the early morning of the fourth day of May, Lu Mei gave birth to a son with a loud cry. Zhang E's mother, the Wang family, had a son like Zhang E. Now she had a grandson. Although she was a concubine, she was very happy. She ordered Zhang E to write a letter to Zhang E in Beijing.

His father, Zhang Baosheng, announced the good news, and discussed with Zhang He's wife, Qi, to make Lu Mei a concubine, which gave her a status——

On June 22, Zhang Baosheng, Zhang E's father, sent a letter home via express delivery from Beijing, bringing definite news: the examiner of this year's Zhejiang Provincial Examination was indeed Hua Qianyi, the Gengxu Science Detective five years ago.^/

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Zhang Yuan started to prepare since Wang Tixue reminded him that Qian Qianyi was very likely to preside over the Yimao Zhejiang Provincial Examination. He not only read Qian Qianyi's eight-part essay collection that sister Yingzi helped him find, but also asked Zong Yishan to help him

Changshu searched for Qian Qianyi's poems. He wanted to fully understand Qian Qianyi's academic thoughts and poetic style. The day after Zhang E received the letter from Beijing, Zong Yishan also rushed back from Changshu, bringing a

Stacked up Qian Qianyi's poetry manuscripts, some printed and some hand-copied, totaling no less than 200,000 words. I also found "Lun on Liuhou" written by Qian Qianyi when he was fifteen -

I will leave for Hangzhou in late July, and I only have a few months to concentrate on my studies. Zhang Yuan is now well-known, and there are constant visitors every day. Some ask for advice on composition secrets, some want to donate their land, some want to become slaves, and some

Asking Zhang Yuan to come forward to intercede... Zhang Yuan's studies were very disturbed. The summer in Shaoxing this year was extremely hot. He was sweating profusely while reading and composing. Mu Zhenzhen fanned him while wiping his own sweat. The weather was really hot, so

When his eldest brother Zhang Dai came and asked him to go to Tianwa Temple in Yuzhen Mountain to cool off and study, Zhang Yuan readily went with him——

Early in the morning of June 24th, Zhang Yuan took leave of his two elders and his beloved wife, rode a white mule and brought Lai Wang and Wu Ling with him. Together with his eldest brother Zhang Dai, Zhou Monong, Qi Biaojia and a group of more than ten people, they went out of Jishan Gate.

After passing Dayu Mausoleum, we went up to Tianwa Nunnery in the middle of Yuqi Mountain. Tianwa Nunnery is not a nunnery, but a small temple dedicated to Guanyin Bodhisattva. The elder in the nunnery is from the Shanyin Zhang family and the seven monks in the nunnery are composed of

Xizhang provides food and clothing, which is equivalent to the family temple of Zhang family in Shanyin——

Up from Tianwa'an is a very steep screw road leading to the top of Xianglu Peak. On the left is a deep valley. The front and back of the temple are full of tall locust trees and deep bamboos. It is also located at the southwest foot of Yuzhen Mountain. Sunny days will not come until after midnight.

The sun was shining, and at the beginning of the afternoon, the sun was blocked by Xianglu Peak, so Tianwa'an was extremely shady. Zhang Yuanbian and Zhang Rulin both spent summers here to study -

As soon as Zhang Yuan entered the green shade of the mountain gate, he felt the heat disappear and praised: "It is indeed a good place to study in midsummer.

Neng Zhu, who was carrying luggage, and several healthy servants in Laiwang were sweating. They rested their burdens in front of the mountain gate to wipe their sweat and shouted "cool down".

Zhang Dai said with a smile: "Yan Ke also wanted to come, but the eldest father scolded him, saying that he was a black sheep and would delay our preparation for the exam, so he was not allowed to come."

Zhou Monong and Qi Biaojia both laughed.

Zhang E is a student of Nasu Supervisor. He is not qualified to take the provincial examination and can only become a low-ranking official after graduating from the Imperial College. Zhang E is naturally impatient to become a common official. According to the regulations, he will continue to study in the Imperial College this year. But Zhang Dai

, Zhang Yuan doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t want to go alone——

The day before Tianwa'an returned to the mountain, the elder had asked the monks to clean the five guest rooms, waiting for the arrival of Zhang Dai and others. At this time, he arranged for everyone to stay, and said that he could not help but eat and drink in front of the Bodhisattva in the main hall.

Zhang Dai said: "We just follow Master Huanshan to become a vegetarian and wash our stomachs. Meat eaters are despicable."

Elder Huanshan said with a smile: "That makes me still able to eat the vegetarian dishes in Xiao'an."

In this way, Zhang Yuan stayed in Tianwa'an, reading and composing every morning and afternoon, and reviewing the day's composition together at night to exchange ideas. The composition arrangement was exactly the same as the three sessions of the provincial examination, and the composition was composed on the first day of the three-day round.

Seven articles, including four on four books and three on classics and meanings. Each of the four books should be more than 200 words, and the classics and meanings should be more than 300 words. The total of the seven articles should be no less than 2,000 words. This is the rule, but it often takes more than 200 words to write.

There are two thousand words, three thousand, and five thousand words, and must be completed within one day. The rural examination in the Ming Dynasty is different from the rural examination in the Qing Dynasty. One exam only lasts one day. In the Qing Dynasty, one exam lasted three days, so for ordinary scholars, one day

It was very tight to write seven articles, but Zhang Dai, Zhang Yuan, and Qi Biaojia were all famous for their talents. Zhou Menong thought about it for a while, but he was not too slow. He wrote three articles in the morning and four in the afternoon, so he still had time -

The next day, five judgments were written in parallel script, each of about a hundred words, and an imperial edict was drafted, each of which was no less than three hundred words.

On the third day, try the strategy and do five questions, no limit to the length -

Every night, four people gather together to review each other's compositions. When reviewing one person's composition, the other three act as room officer, deputy examiner, and chief examiner respectively. They have to write comments. After three consecutive days of writing, they pause for one day and study it exclusively.

Qian Qianyi's poems and essays were mainly lectured by Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan has read all of Qian Qianyi's manuscripts. Zhang Yuan summarized: Qian Qianyi's academic thought is characterized by studying the ancient classics in a poor way, with the characteristic of returning to the academic origin, and classics.

The connotations of applying to the world and rebuilding the principles——

Regardless of whether Qian Qianyi's scalp will be itchy or the water will be too cold in the future, or whether he will regret not dying on Yiyou day with his full name, Qian Qianyi is now thirty-four years old, full of talent, ambitious, and wants to learn the style of the Han Dynasty

To correct the academic evil caused by today's empty talk and superficial culture, the biased world and the weak national affairs——

Through the research on Qian Qianyi's early poems and essays collected so far, Zhang Yuan has a deep understanding of Qian Qianyi's ideological tendencies and writing style preferences. Qian Qianyi's thoughts are extremely comprehensive and he has read all books.

, but also greatly influenced by Yangming’s philosophy of mind, Buddhist scriptures, Taoist canon and pre-Qin scholars. Poetry and prose can break through the rigid imitation of the retro school, the narrowness of the Jingling school and the shallowness of the Gong’an school.

Knowledge and expressive temperament are well combined, with vertical and horizontal twists and turns, unrestrained and unrestrained. Qian Qianyi is particularly diligent in poetry, trying to figure out the famous writers of the Tang and Song Dynasties. He has learned from many teachers and is very good at learning. Qian Qianyi's poems are ranked among the third in Jiang Zuo.

The leader of everyone, he deserves his reputation——

The days in the mountains pass very slowly and very fast. I get up in the morning and watch the mist curl up in the morning mist. The fog in the mountains dissipates unconsciously in my eyes. In the evening, I watch the sunset and watch the clouds darken and turn gray over Xianglu Peak.

As if a charcoal fire was slowly cooling down, the twilight fell and shrouded it little by little, the night breeze was slightly cool, and time slipped by. More than twenty days have passed——

Zhang and Dai all felt that they had benefited greatly from studying in Tianwa'an, so they went down the mountain to pass the Obon Basin on July 14th, and went up to Tianwa'an again on July 16th. They agreed to write two more rounds of articles, and prepared to go down the mountain again on the 24th.

Go to Hangzhou——

On the afternoon of July 18th, Zhang Yuan was making plans under the west window of the monk's residence. The green of the Sophora japonica outside the window was reflected by the sunlight. He faced his head and felt the green. It was cool and green, and the small regular script characters flowed out from under the pen tip.

Also made of bright blue color—

Zhang Yuan wrote quickly in a happy and cool mood. At the end of Shen Shi, he had finished five policy essays. His elder brothers, Dai and Qi Huzi, were still working on the third question. Zhou Monong was even slower to start the second question.

Silent and thoughtful, Zhang Yuan put away his pen and paper and said, "Brother, I went to the top of Xianglu Peak to watch the sunset."

Zhang Dai was concentrating on his composition and responded casually.

Zhang Yuan drank a bowl of herbal tea, took Wu Ling out of Tianwa'an, and climbed to the top of Xianglu Peak via the Luosuo Mountain Road. The Luosuo Mountain Road has nearly a thousand stone steps, and there are steep cliffs on one side of the mountain road, which are quite steep -

After going around the screw road, we turned to the Banyue Rock on the east side of the mountain. The yellow walls and black tiles of Tianwa Temple, which were shaded by sophora bamboos, were no longer visible. Below the Banyue Rock, large tracts of green bamboo stretched down for more than a hundred feet, and a mountain stream was

The bamboo forest flickers in and out, reflected by the setting sun, and the bamboo forest drips green. The mountain stream seems to be made up of the green color of the bamboo forest. Further down, at the foot of the Song Gorge, there are pavilions and pavilions among the red leaves of ancient trees, and the eaves are higher than Lin Gao——

Zhang Yuan suddenly lost interest in going up to Xianglu Peak to see the falling photos, and said to Wu Ling: "Xiao Wu, let's go to the bamboo forest mountain stream to play."

Wu Ling took a look and said happily: "That's the retreat of Mr. Wang's family -" Seeing that the young master didn't respond, he thought to himself: "How could the young master not know that the young master wants to visit his junior sister Yingzi? It can't be such a coincidence.

Junior sister is also in that garden, right?"

Wu Ling pretended to be in high spirits and said, "Okay, let's go to the mountain stream and play. You can also swim."

In Wu Ling's heart, he still has expectations for the story of "The Romance of the West Chamber" between the young master and Miss Wang Yingzi. Miss Wang is eighteen years old, but she refuses to talk about marriage because of the young master. Miss Wang is very infatuated, but what should she do?

, Miss Wang is not Wang Weigu, it’s tricky, but it doesn’t seem to matter if we take a look at the “West Wing” first——

Wu Ling followed the young master and carefully walked down the screw road turnout towards the bamboo forest mountain stream. There was no road and the hillside was very steep. Fortunately, there were densely packed bamboos of all sizes. The two of them were like apes moving from one bamboo to the next.

Hanging the bamboo all the way down, when they came to the edge of the mountain stream, the hillside suddenly became gentle. The two people's arms and cheeks were covered with blood stains from the bamboo tips, and they were covered in sweat. They looked at each other, both laughed, and felt very happy.

.

This bamboo forest is where Zhang Yuan and Wang Yingzi dug bamboo shoots last spring. The bamboos grew so fast that it was no longer possible to tell which one Wang Yingzi held the bamboo and cried. The bamboo shoots that were not dug up in the spring grew longer.

It turned into poles of green and cute little bamboos.

Arriving at the edge of the mountain stream, I looked back towards Xianglu Peak. On top of the bamboo forest, a red sun had already set behind the peak. I guessed that it should be half past five since the clock was ringing at the second quarter of the hour.

Zhang Yuan was holding water to wash his face by the mountain stream, and suddenly said: "Xiao Wu, how about we swim to the refuge garden and then take a detour back to Tianwa'an?"

Wu Ling said: "Excellent." Growing up in the water town of Shaoxing, he is naturally close to water. The water in this mountain stream is crystal clear, and small fish can swim among the rocks at the bottom of the stream. It makes people think of swimming like fish in the water -

—

Zhang Yuan took off his scarf, trousers and socks. His upper body was naked and his lower body was in knee-length trousers. Looking back at Wu Ling, it was still the habit of children to swim. He took off all his clothes and couldn't help laughing——

Seeing the young master laughing at him, Wu Ling quickly tied up his shorts, followed the young master's example, wrapped his clothes and socks together, held them up with one hand, and flowed into the mountain stream——

This year there is another drought in Shaoxing. It has only rained once since the beginning of summer. The mountain stream is also clear and shallow, and the water only reaches the knees. But after walking about ten feet downstream, the water reaches the crotch. After walking a few feet further, the water reaches the crotch.

, the water was up to my waist, so I simply threw my whole body into the water, leaving only my head and my left arm holding the clothes and shoes exposed, and swam down with the current, preparing to go ashore at the wooden pavilion facing the stream in the garden——

As the mountain stream bends, the mountain pavilion is in sight. Wait a minute, who is sitting on the wooden platform next to the pavilion facing the water?

Wu Ling's sharp eyes recognized that it was Miss Wang Er, and he shouted in his heart: "It's fate, it's fate. This Miss Wang seems to be here just waiting for my young master. By the way, the young master must have really made an appointment with Miss Wang, right?

I, Xiao Wu, have learned that it is interesting and want to avoid it so that the young master can do things more conveniently."

Wu Ling grabbed a nearby rock and stopped, watching the young master holding his clothes and shoes in his hands as he swam down the river as if giving a gift.

Wang Yingzi, her sister Wang Jingshu, her mother and three younger brothers have been staying in the garden to cool off since the fall of the 25th of last month. Wang Yingzi reads, writes, writes poetry, paints, plays chess, and...

Fishing by the mountain stream, the mountain stream gurgled down from the intersection of two springs in the bamboo forest. In front of the water pavilion, the water was gentle and deep, with all kinds of fish hiding at the deepest point more than five feet away——

At dusk, when the sun sets behind Xianglu Peak, the bamboo forest is thick and green, and the twilight in the valley begins to gather. Wang Yingzi and her sister are sitting on bamboo chairs on the wooden platform facing the water, fishing and chatting. A wooden basin is placed aside.

There are four or five fish in the basin, all three or four inches long, black crucian carp and white silver carp. Their backs are swaying and they are swimming around the basin, thinking that they can escape by swimming fast——

Wang Jingshu smiled and said: "Wang Yingzi is eighteen and Jiang Ziya is eighty. They spend their free time fishing on the Bixi River. May I ask, have you ever dreamed of the sun on a boat?"

Wang Yingzi said: "The Ming Dynasty does not want female chief ministers, otherwise I can have a dream.

"I am leisurely fishing on the green stream, and suddenly I am riding a boat and dreaming of the sun" are two lines of Li Bai's poem. The first line refers to Jiang Ziya, and the second line refers to Yi Yin. Both of them are important officials who founded the country——

Wang Jingshu said: "Then Zhang Jiezi can have a dream, but I wonder if he is fishing?"

Wang Yingzi smiled and said: "Brother Jiezi is preparing for the provincial examination. How can he be as free as us?"

Wang Jingshu felt a little anxious, so she pressed one end of the fishing rod under the fish basin, stood up with a smile and said, "I'll go in first and put the rod here. You can look after it for me. If any fish takes the bait, bring it up."

Wang Yingzi smiled and said: "Sister, are you willing to take the bait?"

Wang Jingshu smiled and stepped on the plank road.

Wang Yingzi looked at her sister's back and thought to herself: "Sister is only twenty-three years old. Even though she is like a flower, she refuses to remarry. Is she doing this to keep her brother-in-law alive? My sister said it's not because her relationship with the deceased brother-in-law is not the same.

It’s not that deep, I just don’t want to gamble anymore——”
To be continued...