Chapter 22

Not long after, Fang Daniu outside the curtain said, "out of town."

"Yes."

After a while, Daniel Fang said, "it's time to cross the Jihe river. There are many people standing in the pavilion of the post station. I don't know who to wait for."

Fang Yun opened the door curtain. In front of him was the Jihe bridge made of stone slabs, and in front of him was the Jixian post station, which was originally the place for the imperial court to deliver letters and the officials in charge to change food and accommodation during the journey.

However, due to the prosperity of the talent system, the documents of the imperial court directly use the "wild goose transmission" of the literary academy, which can be reached in an instant. The post station is no longer responsible for transmitting official documents, but for mailing civil letters.

The "wild goose letters" delivered by non officials or officials are very expensive. One or two silver in the same state, ten Liang silver in the same country and one hundred Liang silver in multinational countries.

Fang Yun was surprised to see that Cai county magistrate, Wang Yuanjun, Su Juren and other important figures of Ji county were there. The bull man behind Cai county magistrate is more than seven feet tall and very eye-catching.

Fang Yun was stunned at first. He thought they were meeting a senior official, but when he saw someone waving, he realized that they had come to see him off.

Fang Yun felt warm in his heart. He immediately jumped out of the carriage and followed the carriage to the pavilion of the post station.

At the moment, the sun hasn't risen yet. Frost is hanging in many places. It's cold in spring. Fang Yun didn't let Yang Yuhuan down.

When he came to the crowd, Fang Yun bowed and said, "how can Fang Yun be treated so well by your elders?"

Su Juren said, "that's a bad word. Your luck is like a young Phoenix at the beginning. It will soar in the blue sky in the future. It's our honor to send you. You're the 'luck of Ji county', and you're from Ji county. It's right to send you. By the way, do you marry my daughter or granddaughter or not."

The people laughed. These stories about Su's failure to recruit redundant people in Tiancheng had been spread. They learned that Fang Yun had not abandoned Yang Yuhuan, and the scholars in Jixian County rated Fang Yun one point higher,

County Magistrate Cai took out three letters and handed them to Fang Yun. He said, "I'm a fellow of magistrate sun's house, I'm on the same list with Secretary Zhang of the state criminal department, and I'm good friends with master Zhou of the state literary academy. Now that you go to Dayuan house, take the three letters for me."

Magistrate sun is the highest civil affairs officer of Dayuan Prefecture, ranking the fifth grade. The Department of the state criminal department is in charge of the arrest prison of a province, and is a senior official of the fourth grade. The master book of the State Academy of literature is six grade officials, and the grade is higher than that of county magistrate CAI.

Fang Yunxin knew that county magistrate Cai helped him pave the way and asked him to meet the three senior officials with these three letters. If there was an accident in Dayuan mansion in the future, the three will certainly help in the face of county magistrate CAI.

"It seems that the three men are all Wenxiang's people. Wenxiang is the head of the Department of literature, but there must be civil servants under him. Although Zuo XiangLiu mountain is only the head of civil servants, his old school is also in the army and the Academy of literature."

Fang Yun thought, received three letters and thanked county magistrate CAI.

Wu, the head of another prominent family in the county, handed a small red cloth bag and said, "this is a twelve Cheng instrument. I wish you a pleasant journey."

Then some people also sent Cheng Yi, and Fang Yun thanked them one by one.

It took only four hours to take a carriage from Ji county to Dayuan house, but these people gave more than 100 liang of silver. Many people gave more than congratulating the children in Fang Yun's examination. It can be seen that Fang Yun's status is rising in their hearts.

They talked about what they had seen in Dayuan mansion and made some suggestions beneficial to Fang Yun. When the sun was about to rise, someone said to let Fang Yun go quickly and don't delay the trip.

Wang Yuanjun said, "I don't know when I can meet you today. Fang Yun, why don't you make a poem or word here? It's not worth our trip in vain."

Fang Yun said with a smile, "Lord Ganqing Wang didn't come to send me, but to test me. You are really dutiful. How about taking the test next year?"

"No! Today's work is done today!" Wang Yuanjun's words triggered people's kind laughter.

Many people looked at Fang Yun curiously. Fang Yun's talent name and poem name have spread all over Ji county. I don't know what kind of poem he will make today.

"Let Xiaosheng think about it."

Fang Yun said, looking around.

People are more curious. Fang Yun is obviously preparing to use local materials. If he can write good poetry, it can be said that "poetry can be formed in seven steps".

Fang Yun watched slowly. There was a post station nearby, a cottage not far away, a rooster crowing, and the waning moon in the sky was fading.

Leaves were falling on the mountain road in the distance, and unknown flowers were blooming on the wall of the post station, but he missed it more and more because he was leaving Jixian County.

Fang Yun asked, "is there any pen and ink?"

Suddenly, everyone beside the pavilion laughed and took the initiative to stand on both sides to make way for Fang Yun to the stone table in the middle of the pavilion.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are impressively placed on the stone table. There are four treasures in the study. Even the ink has been polished.

Fang Yun smiled bitterly, shook his head, walked over, picked up his pen, meditated for a moment, stained with thick ink and wrote in "willow style", reading while writing.

"In the morning, we start to levy the duo, and guests travel to their hometown."

I didn't start writing immediately after writing, as if I was thinking.

The crowd nodded, and some looked at the bell around the horse's neck.

Fang Yun continued to write and read: "chicken sound, Maodian month, human trace, Banqiao frost."

Many people's eyes lit up. This sentence was very vivid. It seemed that Fang Yun was not writing poetry, but painting.

Then, Fang Yun wrote the last few sentences to form a five character rhythmic poem.

In the morning, we start to visit our hometown.

Jisheng Maodian month, human trace Banqiao frost.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road and zhihuaming post wall.

Because of the dream of Jiling, the wild geese return to the pond.

Finally, Fang Yun wrote "Ji county morning trip" on it.

Shi Cheng, county magistrate Cai frowned, walked to Fang Yun's side and stared at Fang Yun's poem for a long time.

Wang Yuanjun nodded and praised: "I'm afraid this poem also has the talent of Mingzhou. It's poetic and moving. First write about the poet's departure, then write about the scenery all the way, and finally miss the Jixian landscape in his dream. Wild ducks and wild geese float in the lake and pond, just like tourists returning to their hometown. It's true, rare and rare."

Su juhumanitarian: "this poem is extremely neat and beautiful. It's the best travel poem I've ever seen."

Everyone nodded. Scholars have farewell poems, frontier fortress poems and travel poems, and this song Ji county early trip is really brilliant.

"Among them, the sentence 'chicken sound, Maodian, moon, human trace, Banqiao, Frost' is wonderful. The arrangement of the six images of chicken sound, Maodian, moon, human trace, Banqiao, frost is perfect. The most rare thing is the sonorous sound, which reads like a clear spring into the throat." a scholar said.

Liejin is a rhetorical device. The whole sentence is a noun or noun phrase, which is cleverly combined and arranged. Among them, the most famous and the best artistic conception is "withered rattan, old tree, faint crow, small bridge, flowing water family, ancient road, west wind and thin horse". However, on "Jue", it is not as good as this song "early trip to Shangshan".

This poem is the masterpiece of Wen Tingyun, a famous poet and poet of the Tang Dynasty. Wen Tingyun is the ancestor of the "Huajian CI school". The prototype of the Huajian School in Huang Yi's novel the biography of two dragons of the Tang Dynasty is the Huajian CI school. Wen Tingyun contributed to the prosperity of Ci in later generations.

Although Wen Tingyun and Li Shangyin are called "Li Wen", his words are better than Li Shangyin, and his poetry is far worse than Li Shangyin. The only thing that can compete with Li Shangyin's poetry is this early trip to Shangshan, which is an ancient and modern "unique" poem.

The penultimate sentence was originally "thinking of Du Ling's dream", but it was obviously inconsistent with here. Therefore, Fang Yun changed "Du" to "Ji", and both words were tonal, which did not affect the tonal and artistic conception of the poem.

Everyone talked and Fang Yun was silent.

County Magistrate Cai suddenly said in a loud voice: "well, you Fang Shuangjia, I said how you kept silent after writing. It turned out that you were testing us! You underestimated this poem. It's not a poem from Mingzhou, but a poem of 'town and country'!"

Fang Yun couldn't help smiling and thought that county magistrate CAI was worthy of being a Jinshi. He found the beauty of this poem so soon.

"Xian Zun, are you exaggerating too much?" Wang Yuanjun was stunned. At present, it is difficult for this poem to reach Zhenguo, because Zhenguo and higher-level poems have extremely outstanding performance in one aspect, or deep feeling, or majestic, or words like a knife, or incomparably magnificent, strange, or unique.

County Magistrate Cai smiled and asked, "don't you see this is a masterpiece?"

Quatrains are not quatrains, but refer to the extinction of this poem in some way, and it is difficult to have the same.

"This..."

People talked about it one after another. They could not see where the poem "Jue" was. After all, Jue poetry was too rare. Many great scholars couldn't write a poem in their life. Poetry at that level could be met but not sought.

Cai county magistrate said word by word: "chicken, sound, Mao, shop, month, person, trace, board, bridge, frost! It can be described as a collection of words and words, unprecedented, how can it be endless!"

Many people's complexion changed, such as the tide rushed to the stone table, looked carefully, and even squeezed Fang Yun away.

County Magistrate Cai cleverly grabbed the stone table, or he would be pushed away.

"Sure enough, it's a series of brocade words. This poem is unprecedented. It's unique for hundreds of generations. It's amazing! It's amazing!" Su Ju shouted loudly. His face was red with excitement. People who didn't know thought he made a good poem.

The corner of Wang Yuanjun's mouth trembled with excitement and said, "is it the blessing of saints? My luck has changed? I even had the opportunity to see the birth of a poem about the town and the country with my own eyes?"

Several old scholars were equally obsessed, and their look was more fanatical than that of the forbidden flower thief who had been trying to pick flowers for 20 years when he suddenly saw the naked peerless beauty.

"I can see that poetry comes out of the town and the country, and I will die without regret, and I will die without regret!"

"No wonder, no wonder!"

A group of scholars shouted and wailed like psychosis.

Wang Yuanjun couldn't help but reach for the poem and watch it carefully. As a result, he couldn't hold the paper in his hand.

"This..." Wang Yuanjun had to increase his strength and then picked it up with both hands. It was obviously very hard, like holding a big stone.

Wang Yuanjun sighed, "a page weighs a hundred kilograms. It's really a poem that makes a town. It can't be wrong!"

This paper is obviously small and thin, but it is extremely heavy. Many people are shocked by it for the first time.

"Why doesn't the ink stick? Isn't it that the ink doesn't touch the skin? It can only be done by scholars. How can Fang Yun's words be like this?"

"Can the former boy be like you and me?"

"Yes."

"Nonsense! Even the saint's former child can't practice ink without touching the skin in ten days. It's clearly the result of Fang Yun's hard study."

"Good."

Everyone took turns to observe and comment, and unconsciously the sun rose.

The morning light shines on Fang Yun's words, and a very light halo appears on the surface of each word.

"It's a pearl in every word." Su Ju was praised.

County Magistrate Cai looked bright and dark, frowning, wondering what he was thinking.