Liu Jing opened the door of his house and walked into the open front yard. The row of houses to the east were guest houses, which were usually vacant. The house to the west was occupied by guests Song Liang and his family. There was a large vegetable patch in front of the house.

There are chicken coops, kennels, and cattle pens.

Song Liang is in his early forties this year, and his wife is Zhou. They have two sons and one daughter. The eldest son Song Gu is 20 years old, the youngest son Song Jin is 12 years old, and the youngest daughter Song is eight years old.

Song Liang, Song Gu, and Song Jin, father and son, are all working in the fields and have not returned yet. There is a clanging sound in the kitchen, and it is obvious that Song's wife Zhou is preparing dinner.

Seemingly hearing a noise outside, Song's wife Zhou leaned out half of her body. Seeing that Liu Jing was returning from an outing, she hurriedly wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen, calling her "Mr. Lang."

Liu Jingwei nodded. Song's wife, Zhou, was not a wealthy person, and almost all her worries were written on her face. However, he had no intention of asking. Song Liang's family were called guests, but in fact they were no different from slaves. How could they always be satisfied in life?

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There is a "hard mountain-style" hall between the front yard and the backyard of the Liu family. There are rooms on both sides of the hall. The Liu family is small, and the only guests are the Song family. No one has stayed there for many years. Later, it gradually became a place for storing books in the family.

Therefore, after several generations of hard work, the two side rooms are almost filled with bamboo slips and silk books. When it comes to the number of books collected, few in the Liu family can match it.

In the center of the backyard, there is a scaffolding with melons and beans planted, which is lush and lush, and you can also enjoy the shade. To the north is a "veranda-style" hall, with verandahs connecting the east and west side rooms, making the three sides of the house connected.

Liu Jing lived on the west side, his widowed sister-in-law and orphaned brother and son lived in the east house, and his stepmother lived in the north with a pair of children.

Liu Jing's parents, brother and sister are all dead. Now these five people are his only remaining relatives. In the future, he will take over the burden of the family from his deceased brother.

"The Master said: "If your parents are with you, if you don't travel far away, you will find a way to travel."

"The Master said: "If you have not changed your father's ways for three years, you can be said to be filial."

"The Master said..."

Liu Jingcai entered the backyard and heard the sound of young men and women reciting the Analects of Confucius in the hall.

Stepmother Zhang saw Liu Jing's figure in the hall and slowly walked out of the hall. She was wearing a wide plain robe, and her buns were piled on top of her head like layers of clouds. Because of the curved lines when viewed from the side, it was named Panhuan bun.

Zhang's skin is fair and her face is round. Her eyebrows were removed and painted with black pen to resemble a willow leaf. Her clothes, hair style and makeup are all popular among the ladies of Jingzhou nowadays.

Unfortunately, her lips are slightly thin, which gives people a mean feeling, making it difficult for people to feel close to her.

Zhang is a native of Luoyang, Kyoto. Although he comes from an official family, his ancestors started their business by selling cloth. When Liu's father was alive, although he could not be said to be kind and benevolent, Liu Jing's brother treated Liu Yuan fairly well. However, since Liu's father passed away

, maybe she lost control, maybe she resented God for making her a widow at such a young age, in short, brother Liu Jing treated Liu Yuan and Liu Jing worse every day.

"Mother, I'm back." Liu Jingsu bowed his head and said, seemingly respectful, but in fact he was quite distant.

Mrs. Zhang's face was stern, and she gave a heavy "hum" and said: "You still know how to come back? You said you were going for a walk to stretch your muscles. I don't want to be gone for most of the day. The weather is fine today, but the wind is not bad. You are seriously ill."

You have just recovered and your body is weak. What should you do if the old disease relapses? Don't you know that your family has no money left to treat you? "

The previous words sounded like a strict mother, but unfortunately the last sentence exposed her true nature.

Before Liu Jing could speak, Mrs. Zhang continued with a series of scoldings: "I personally took care of your brother's funeral, and I did my best to fulfill my responsibilities. On the day Bo Ming was buried, he had jade in his mouth, was decorated with brocade, and even the coffin and coffin were made of the finest materials in the world."

The Yuzhang wood and the burial utensils are also exactly the same.

In order to let your brother go away with peace of mind, the family’s savings over the years have been almost completely exhausted. However, you are seriously ill again and need medical treatment. Why don’t you need money? No matter how much savings your family has, they can’t stop your brother from spending such money.”

Liu Jing's face was calm, and he bowed again and said: "Mother, everything is my son's fault. My son apologizes to you. Please calm down and don't let your anger ruin your body."

Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but be stunned, and felt quite unsustainable for a while. In the past, when she scolded Liu Jing, the latter always looked submissive, but now she was respectful and calm, which made her feel like she was facing her brother Liu Yuan.

It seems that these two years of studying in Xiangyang have made him improve a lot.

Liu Jing quietly raised his head, looked past Zhang, and looked into the hall. He saw a pair of handsome men and women sitting on the couch, holding bamboo slips in their hands to cover their faces and noses, and looking at him with flickering eyes.

They are the half-brothers and sisters of Liu Jing, born of the Zhang family. The younger brother's name is Liu He, whose nickname is Aruo, and he is eleven years old this year. His sister's name is Liu Rao, whose nickname is Ali and who is ten years old.

In my memory, Liu Jing didn't have much affection for Mrs. Zhang, but more of awe and fear. However, she had a very good relationship with her younger brother and younger sister.

As if getting encouragement from Liu Jing's eyes, the little brother and sister looked at each other, got off the couch together, and ran out in their clothes.

However, Mrs. Zhang obviously did not intend to give the two parties a chance to get close. She turned around and scolded her children: "How presumptuous! Who allows you to go out without permission? Go back and continue studying!"

Brothers Liu He and Liu Rao have always been afraid of Mrs. Zhang, just like a mouse shrinking back when it sees a cat, looking back step by step, with a pitiful little look that is very pitiful.

Liu Jing smiled gently at his younger brother and younger sister. They had the same blood flowing through their bodies. Could it be possible to prevent them from getting close forever? He immediately asked Mrs. Zhang to resign.

In the Han Dynasty, no less than later generations, the homes were extremely simple, with similar styles. The furnishings in Liu Jing's bedroom can be seen as a representative example. Behind the door stood a wooden carved and painted screen with lifelike flowers, birds, fish and insects.

Opposite the door on the west side is a large, simple and old wooden bed. There are vertical screens on both sides of the bed, tents are set up around it, and a clothes beam stands at the head of the bed, and a few tables are placed under the bed.

The bookcase is displayed on the south side of the room, with a curved grille on the outside. There is a couch behind the case. On the north wall, there are piles of bamboo baskets, rattan baskets and other clothing boxes. There are only a handful of things in the room, which can be seen at a glance.

Taking off his hemp shoes, patting off the loose soil on the soles, and hanging them on the wall, Liu Jing came barefoot to the book desk and sat down. There was an unfolded silk book on the desk, the content of which was "The Songs of Chu: Soul-Calling Pian": "I

When you are young, you are clean and honest, and your body is righteous but not full of righteousness. You are a master of this great virtue, but you are involved in the world and become dirty. There is no way to test your great virtue, and you will be sad when you are separated for a long time..."

This book is "The Songs of Chu" compiled by Liu Xiang and supplemented by Wang Yi. It is the first complete interpretation of "Chu Song".

Liu Xiang was a master of classics in the pre-Han Dynasty, and Wang Yize was a famous scholar during the reign of Emperor Shun. He was a native of Nanjun, Jingzhou. His son Wang Yanshou was also very talented and very famous at that time. The reason why this person is mentioned in particular is because he and

Liu Jing shared the same illness and also drowned in the Xiang River at a young age.

Liu Jing slowly closed the silk book, recalling the experience of studying in Xiangyang in his mind. He had enviable connections in his predecessor, but he did not know how to cherish them at all. He was not very interested in reading and was content with having fun all day long. He copied Wang Yi's annotations from "Chu Ci"

"Zhang Ju" and other books are among the few serious things he has done.

Thinking that the books copied from Xiangyang had not yet been put into the library at home, and it was still some time before dinner anyway, I got up and went to the next room to organize the books and move them into the library.

Busy back and forth for half an hour, he was covered in sweat. When he regained his breath, Liu Jing turned his eyes to the bookshelf in front of him, which was neatly stacked with bamboo slips and silk books.

It is no exaggeration to say that if these books were sold in the market, even if they could not be exchanged for ten thousand gold, they could be exchanged for an astronomical amount of money, enough for him to enjoy a lifetime.

However, no one would be stupid enough to exchange books for money. There is no printing technology nowadays. This is an era when "the leftover son is full of gold and is not as good as the one who once lived." Du Xian, a famous official in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in his book collection: "Purchase money with clear salary"

It is unfilial to sell and borrow books. This is still the case hundreds of years later, not to mention today, in this era, books are more important than anything else.

precious.

Liu Jing took out a volume from the bookshelf and slowly opened it. This book was "Exegesis of the Chunqiu Zuo Family" written by the great Confucian Jia Kui.

At that time, Ma Rong, a great Confucian in Guanzhong, had studied ancient and modern times and commented on various classics. He wanted to annotate "Zuo Shi Chun Qiu", but he saw the annotations by Jia Kui and Zheng Zhong. After looking at it, he sighed: "Jia Jun is good but not knowledgeable, Zheng Jun is good but not good; both are good."

Now that I am rich, how can I add to it?"

Over the past hundred years, many famous writers on "Zuo Zhuan" have appeared in large numbers, each expressing their own opinions. However, "Zuo Zhuan" annotated by Jia Kui is still the best choice.

In his previous life, Liu Jing read "Zuo Zhuan" when he was in college, but in comparison, he still preferred Sima Guang's "Zi Zhi Tong Jian".

Even when his life was about to come to an end, he was reading this book, and he clearly remembered that his last memory fragment was the end of the five years of Jian'an:

"Liu Biao attacked Zhang Xian and kept fighting for several years. Xian died of illness and his son Yi was re-established in Changsha. Biao attacked Yi and Ling and Guangxi, and all were defeated."

This battle started in the third year of Jian'an (AD 198), and now, it is already the second year of Xingping (AD 195). There is not much time left for him. If he does not want to be swallowed up by the huge waves of history, he must take precautions early.
Chapter completed!