On the New Year's Eve of the Sixth Year of the Great Zheng Fengle, the Jiang family in the west of the town rang out for a long time. Although the courtyard was old, it was cleaned up. The spring couplets written in red paper and black letters were festive. Peanuts and melon seeds were placed on the table to entertain guests as if they were decent. Xiao Yan'er was wearing flowery clothes and ran out happily. This family lacked the sorrow of the past and the joy of the New Year.

The rising sun shines on the gate, above the black lacquer gate, the three regular script gold characters "Dafu Di" shine brightly in the sun. The eight-character gate tower, a one-line gable on the hard mountain top, a small green tiles covered with roof, an outer eaves decorated with tile wings, a stone carving on the main entrance, a flower tiles on the wall, and a wooden carving on the brackets, all of which are exquisite and exquisite. The entire courtyard is taller and solemn, and extraordinary, and it is truly the first in Xinqi.

Jiang Anyi sighed in his heart: Looking at this mansion, the four characters of Guangda lintel are vividly reflected. When scholars come here, they should be envious. The front of Yu Mansion is very lively, and the noise of carriages and horses spread far away.

Jiang Anyi, wearing a coarse cotton robe, carried a large bamboo basket up the steps. The old man Yu Yong looked at the young man and guessed his purpose. Putting down the bamboo basket, Jiang Anyi bowed and said, "Brother-in-law, Xiaoke is invited to visit Lord Yu, please pass it on your behalf."

The people around him looked contemptuous. Lord Yu went home to visit relatives. Except for the closest relatives and friends who did not see other guests, I heard that even the Magistrate Chen had been refused several visits. Who is this kid? He looked like a child of an official, and he didn't know that he was. He also wanted to see Lord Yu. He was invited to see him. If he didn't see who he was, could Lord Yu ask you?

Yu Yong saw that although Jiang Anyi was dressed simply, he was gentle and polite, standing in the sunshine and smiling, making people feel good. I think this young man would not lie, but it was really invited by the master. Yu Yong decided to send a message. After half a stick of incense, a servant came out and led Jiang Anyi towards the inner house in everyone's surprise eyes.

Through the screen wall, he walked forward from the corridor on the left, walked through the door and circled around the courtyard, and was winding and twisting. The area of ​​Yu's mansion was quite large. Jiang Anyi had something to do, so he didn't want to watch the beautiful scenery in the garden, thinking about how to speak after seeing Lord Yu. The servant asked him to stop in front of a monastery and go in and report by himself.

This is an exquisite courtyard, with a stone path leading to three temples. A plaque hanging above the house: Jingsizhai. Plant bamboo in front of the room, and the shade of bamboo covers the windows, which are particularly tall and refreshing. The sun shines gently on the bird cage under the eaves, and a few canaries jump happily in the cage, with a crisp sound, making the courtyard more quiet.

The servant came out to signal Jiang Anyi to go in. Jiang Anyi walked into the house with a bamboo basket, and a faint fragrance filled his nose. In the middle of the house was a picture of the bright moon in the mountains. There was an incense burner on the table below. The smoke curled up and the fragrance spread out from the stove.

There are a row of bookshelves on the east wall, with books and antiques placed. There are chairs and coffee tables below. It is a place for guests. There is a large desk on the west side, next to it is a painting tank, with several scrolls of calligraphy and paintings rolled up. Yu Zhijie was wearing a cotton robe of the home, rolled up his sleeves, and was waving ink to paint in front of the table.

Seeing Jiang Anyi coming in, Yu Zhijie smiled and said, "Young man is here so early, please sit down a little while and wait until I finish drawing these strokes and come over to talk." The servant presented tea, and Jiang Anyi waited patiently. After a while, Yu Zhijie finished painting, washed his hands and dried it and sat down on Jiang Anyi.

Jiang Anyi took out the bamboo utensils from the bamboo basket and placed them neatly on the coffee table. In order to impress Yu Zhijie, Jiang Anyi took some effort to carefully carve the items he made and also made a small bamboo basket package for each item. It looked elegant and neat, and brought 20% more in quantity for selection.

Yu Zhijie casually checked a few items, nodded and smiled, "Young man is kind. This time the things are much more refined than last time, which is very suitable for me." Hearing Jiang Anyi say that he had prepared 20% more for selection, Yu Zhijie smiled and said, "Young man is really an honest person. If you come, you will take ten taels of silver. The extra one is my thank you."

Jiang Anyi stood up and bowed respectfully, "My mother never forgets the kindness of the adults' help, and told Xiaoke to keep it in mind. Xiaoke is cold and cannot repay it. Fortunately, the adults like these bamboo tools, so they can only repay it with all their hearts. In addition, Xiaoke also specially made a fresh play to present it to the adults to show respect."

Take out a bamboo box from the sleeve, and Jiang Anyi respectfully handed it to Yu Zhijie.

"Oh," Yu Zhijie took the bamboo box unexpectedly, played with it in his hand for a while, and said, "It's small and exquisite, quite ingenious, and from the outside, I'm very looking forward to what's in the box."

When he opened the box, there was a folding fan inside. Yu Zhijie held a stick-shaped folding fan. He didn't know why, Jiang Anyi quickly stood up and said, "This is a fan, I'll show it to the adults." He opened it with a "brush", slapped two, and closed it again.

Yu Zhijie opened and closed the same thing several times with interest, tried to fan the air, and smiled and said, "It's really good. This thing is cheap and elegant, and it's the most suitable thing to give it to others. There are words on this fan, but it's the boy's hand."

Jiang Anyi's characters are elegant and upright, with sparse and dense layouts of several lines, and the white space is elegant and light. A small vermilion inscription "Pingshan Anyi" in the lower right corner, which adds a few distinctions to the painting of dragons and sunny dots.

"Before unearthed, there is a trait first, and when it is still humble in the sky, Yu Zhijie read it softly, and couldn't help but praise it repeatedly: "Good words, good sentences, good fans."

Yu Zhijie is good at calligraphy and painting, but he didn't expect that the small fan can also be conceived ingeniously, showing a different charm and artistic conception. This is an extremely elegant thing, and I feel happy.

Jiang Anyi flatteredly and said: "The adults act noble and honest, and are not as honest as the gentleman's style is similar to the noble and noble of bamboo. These two sentences are perfect match for the adults' character."

"Hahaha, my friend praised me, I am so sorry. Haha, I am so sorry for me. Haha, I am so 'being honest before it is unearthed, and I am still humble in the place of the clouds'. I want to carve this couplet before I study to warn myself. The person comes to me and exchange for my cloud tea and taste it with me."

Holding a folding fan in hand and looking at the couplet on the fan, Yu Zhijie was so happy that his beard was shaking. He was famous for his literati. If this couplet was spread, his reputation would be greatly praised in the scholars. The more he looked, the happier he became. Yu Zhijie held the folding fan in hand and chanted repeatedly with his head shaking his head.

Jiang Anyi was secretly happy. His status had been promoted from a young man to a young friend. He had to make a blacksmith while it was hot. Now it was time to make a request. Standing up, Jiang Anyi said with a look of wings: "Mr. Yu, Xiaoke has a reluctant request, I don't know whether to say it."

"But it's okay," Yu Zhijie raised his head and looked at Jiang Anyi and smiled.

"Xiao Ke will take the college entrance examination in April, but his knowledge is shallow, so he dared to ask the adults to give me some advice." Jiang Anyi finished speaking nervously, bowed to the ground, not daring to straighten his back, and quietly waited for Yu Zhijie to reply.

Yu Zhijie's smile gradually calmed down. He put the folding fan in his hand on the coffee table, picked up his beard, pondered and said nothing, and secretly displeased. The boy was very unaware of things, and he wanted me to give him some kind words to guide him. This time he went home to visit relatives, except for a few nephews, but he had no words to give advice to outsiders. Chen County, the county magistrate, came to see him with his son, and he was just perfunctory.

However, Yu Zhijie was also touched by Jiang Anyi. He had two sons and one daughter. The eldest son was dull and the second son was frivolous. The younger daughter was smart and smart, but the woman couldn't take over the family business. She originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to visit her relatives and choose a talent for making a living from her nephews, but the four nephews were even more unbearable. She explained the scriptures every afternoon, and each one was listless. It seemed that she hoped that her younger generation would be motivated to study and improve.

Although the boy in front of him was rash, Xiang Xue's intention was very different from his younger generation. Looking at Jiang Anyi's coarse blue cotton robe, Yu Zhijie remembered in a trance that he was at this age, wearing a coarse cotton robe, walking dozens of miles in the cold wind to visit the wise master. He was so nervous and trepidated when he came to the teacher. He suffered so much in his studies and often returned with regrets. Now that I think it is precisely that persistence that has made me successful.

Yu Zhijie subconsciously picked up the folding fan, shaking it gently, and his eyes fell on the couplet. This couplet really scratched his itch. There must be fragrant grass within a hundred steps. It is a good story to be able to find talent in his hometown, and it is a good story to spread it. Well, I guess, let's try it.

With his beard rolled up, Yu Zhijie smiled and said, "Young friend, don't need to be polite. I just drew a picture of bamboo and stone. I haven't written a poem yet. I think my friend is quick-witted. How about writing a poem for this painting?"

Jiang Anyi was secretly happy. Lord Yu did not refuse, but asked himself to write a poem for the painting. It seemed that the key to whether he could do it as he wished was the poem. Jiang Anyi came to the desk, and a huge rock was painted on the three-foot-long rice paper. Several thin bamboos rushed up among the stones. The stones were majestic and thick, and the bamboo branches were sparse and elegant. The whole painting looked elegant and elegant.

Pretending to shake his head and appreciate it, Jiang Anyi nervously searched for poems that match the painting, and praised it: "This painting is beautiful and beautiful, the thickness of the stone and the elegance of the bamboo complement each other, and the artistic conception is profound. According to Xiaoke's opinion, this painting uses bamboo to describe people, which is noble and tough, and is scattered and elegant."

Yu Zhijie squinted his eyes and felt proud. Unexpectedly, this young man was a soulmate. When painting this painting, he really wanted to express the thickness of the stone and the elegance of the bamboo. His eyes looked at Jiang Anyi with a little more appreciation.

"Persist in the green mountains and do not relax, the roots are originally in the thick rocks; thousands of mills and thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is everywhere in the east, west, south and north." Jiang Anyi blurted out when he thought of this poem.

Yu Zhijie praised: "I'm so proud of you, the wind in the east, south, west and north. This painting has the finishing touch of my friend's poem and can be used as a family heirloom. Come on, An Yi, I will write this poem on the painting for me."

Jiang Anyi trembled and trembled and put the poem in the blank space, but the words were still not deformed. The two stood and admired for a while. Yu Zhijie nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "I will explain the meaning of the scriptures to my nephews in the afternoon every day. If Anyi is interested, you might as well listen together."

It was just hoped that Yu Zhijie would ask him to listen to the lecture with his nephews. This was a big pie that fell from the world. Jiang Anyi was overjoyed, and was excited. He stood up and respectfully gave Yu Zhijie a respectful ceremony. Yu Zhijie sat upright and received the ceremony, which was considered to have accepted this temporary student.
Chapter completed!