[Comprehensive History] Clothes are all over the world

Just after Mu Bai uttered the extremely hateful words, these weak or gentle candidates put their hands on Mu Xiaobai's shoulders one by one, and the strength with the power of faith was actually to push Mu Bai away. Xiaobai pressed down firmly.

Wood white: ==

Move, can't move, damn it, you didn't have the strength when you were carrying your luggage just now!

"Junior Brother Xiaobai..." Jian Rong, who was gentle and refined in the past, is still gentle and polite now, but his tone is full of suppressed excitement, "Do you have the preface with you? Can you let me wait for it? If it is not convenient to watch, May I ask you to recite... no, write it silently?"

"Uh... I have a belt, and there is nothing I can't let you see." Mu Bai struggled to break free from layers of oppression, and rummaged through his luggage under the sharp eyes of everyone, and then With the help of his younger brother, he took out a big bamboo tube.

Except for the candidates from Sichuan, the expressions of the others were all embarrassing.

what? !Look down on the bamboo tube!

After the natural bamboo tube is dried and the partitions are knocked out, it is an excellent material for preserving calligraphy and painting!Bamboo is strong enough, waterproof, and most importantly, it can also defend itself at critical times. It is simply the best raw material in the bamboo area.

You must know that bamboo is also known as the raw material that can carry the industrial revolution in later generations!

...In other words, what is the Industrial Revolution?It seems to be a noun that my friends have said a few times occasionally, forget it is not important.

The scumbag waved.

Mu Bai took out several rolls of paper from the bamboo tube, flipped through them carefully, and pulled out an article with the inscription "Preface to Yunnan Wood". He handed it out with both hands, and was about to put the remaining rolls back , but was quickly stopped by people.

This student didn't pay any attention to the article Mu Bai handed out, his eyes were firmly fixed on the top piece of rice paper placed by Mu Bai. There was hesitation in it, but more of it was the despair of the cliff faller when he grabbed a vine, the feeling was too deep, and Mu Bai couldn't bear to push him away.

"Dare to ask... Junior Brother Xiaobai, who wrote this book?"

Mu Bai was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the other party asked only this question, seeing the other party's attitude, he thought he wanted to ask him to cut love.

The young man looked down at the page of the article that he rolled up on the top. It was a preface written by his husband, and every word and every word in it was full of heart. When Mu Bai got it from his senior, he almost Didn't watch cry.

But this examinee just glanced at it, so he shouldn't be so discerning, right?

"This is my husband's..." Before Mu Baihua could finish speaking, someone pinched his hand.

"Your husband..." The student's eyes flickered, and his tone was a little choked up, "But the surname is Wang, and the name is Bi?"

After De Mubai nodded, this person and his party burst into tears, it was uncontrollable, he took a few breaths to suppress his emotions, then hurriedly wiped away the tears, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is he okay? Yes, yes Still healthy?"

"he……"

"Zhong Jin, speak slowly, don't scare the child." A student next to him hurriedly comforted him when he saw this, but when he turned his head, Mu Bai was only surprised, and Mu Wen was even more curious. Neither brother was scared When he arrived, he suddenly felt a little speechless.

Having said that, if you think about it carefully, it is impossible for you to have the courage to travel all the way from Yunnan to Nanjing at this age.

The student obviously knew the situation of this student called Zhong Jin very well, and he took the initiative to explain: "Zhong Jin... sorry, this is his name, his name is Wang Shen, and his father is Wang Yi Wang Daru, Mr. Wang In the fifth year of Hongwu, he was ordered to go to Yunnan as an envoy, taking the risk of recruiting the Yuan Liang king."

His voice became a little low: "Who knows that Mr. Wang never heard from him after he left. Three years later, when His Majesty sent someone to Yunnan again, he judged from the attitude of King Liang that Mr. Wang had died. Then Shi Zhongjin was only 13 years old, and Yunnan was more than a thousand miles away from Yingtian Mansion, even if Zhongjin wanted to collect his father's funeral, he couldn't do it."

He glanced at the not-so-old ink and paper in Mu Bai's hand, and then at the child's dumbfounded expression. He patted Wang Shen on the shoulder, and looked at Mu Bai with a serious face: "Junior Bai , May I ask when you met this Mr. Wang Yi, how is he... now?"

Looking at the hopeful young man, Mu Bai suddenly took a step forward, bypassing the later student, stood in front of Wang Shen, raised his head and said, "I don't know if my husband is your father, he is in my father's office. I have never talked about those past events in front of me. I only know that his hands and feet were broken, which were added later, so he can’t travel far by car, and he can’t write for a long time. He is also in poor health and often needs to take medicine. He likes Sweet food, he also likes spicy food, but the doctor does not allow him to eat more of these."

"He will definitely steal it." Wang Shen slowly put down his hand covering his eyes, showing a somewhat difficult smile, "I remember, he used to be like this. When I was young, my mother asked me to keep an eye on him all the time. father, but I was always tricked by him."

"But I'm pretty good, at least my father won't lie to me about my sweets, unlike my brother."

Wait, this Wang Zhongjin, you seem to have revealed something extraordinary? !Hearing these words, everyone's expressions twisted for a moment.

And at this moment, Mu Wen suddenly raised his hand: "Mr. also lied to Wen'er's candy, twice, but after that, Wen'er never fell for it again!"

Everyone: "..."

Something seems to be broken, ah, it must be the filter of the boss, and maybe the heart of the fans.

But Mu Bai laughed, he took a step back and pulled his younger brother Qi Qi to bow to Wang Shen, saying: "Senior brother."

"Junior Brother." Wang Shen also returned the salute.The three of them looked at each other and smiled, inexplicably developing a bit of tacit understanding and closeness.

"Mister is very good!" Mu Bai pursed his lips and smiled, he hesitated for a while, and handed the preface written by Wang Yi to Wang Shen with some nostalgia, "This is for you."

The young man unconsciously held the paper from the child and squeezed it hard, "Is it okay...?"

"It's okay, every word above is here." Mu Bai nodded his head, and said again, "I will write you the address of my husband later. However, it is difficult to go to Yunnan now. If you want to If you want to go, it’s better to wait until after spring.”

"You don't have to worry about Mr., I have a brother who will take care of Mr." Mu Bai thought for a while and added, "Sister-in-law's cooking is very delicious."

This wooden text also raised both hands in favor, and the three of them looked at each other, and suddenly they all felt a little sympathetic.

The atmosphere here was just right, and the sour smell over there suddenly spread over again.

"Mu Bai! Your husband is actually Mr. Wang Yi!!" Ah Tu, who is most familiar with Mu Xiaobai, was the first to attack. He rushed over suddenly, put his arms around Mu Xiaobai's neck, and complained half-truthfully Said, "You never told me!"

Mu Bai didn't dodge either, and was caught straight. He curled his lips: "How rare, whoever goes out with nothing to report to his teacher? Besides, you never told me who your husband is!"

"...makes sense."

After pondering for a while, Ah Tu pulled someone to sit down on the table full of books, and seriously reported who his mother was, who his father was, and what gentlemen.

Mu Bai had no choice but to reciprocate courtesy, and also told about his family background that was too thin to be written on a piece of paper.

The friendship between the two parties was sublimated in the mutual showdown. A Tu took advantage of the sublimation of friendship and immediately grabbed Mu Bai to ask for good things to share with his good friends.

Are there any authentic works by Mr. Wang Yi or Mr. Song Lian?He wants to watch too!

"Go and ask them for it!" Mu Bai expressed his incomprehension to Atu's tweaking.

Ah Tu sighed, sadly said: "Then I must be able to squeeze in, the people from the Central Plains are gentle and weak!"

"Let me remind you—" Mu Bai said speechlessly, "Most of Ming's soldiers are the weak and gentle Central Plains people you call."

What are you thinking? !Although Atu's tribe is a group of Tu tribes who voluntarily surrendered to Daming, they are close to the Ming Dynasty, but Atu's tribe is not soft bones that would surrender to any cat or dog. It was a good deal, so I made this decision.

They are all from the Central Plains. What is the difference between scholars and soldiers? It is nothing more than one who has exercised and the other has not.

Mubai lived in an era when all the people were soldiers. There was no difference between farmers, scholars, and soldiers. When necessary, even women could pick up a hoe and go to the battlefield. Sometimes women are more ruthless than men in fighting. That's why he No enemy will be underestimated.

Ah Tu was even more aggrieved when he heard the words, his eyes blinked and blinked, and the sadness in it was a bit creepy, he called Mu Wen, asked him to dig out his small suitcase, and then took out a booklet from it

The paper is the most common rice paper, but the cover is pasted with a thin layer of cloth. It can be seen that Muwen takes special care of the booklet. After traveling a long distance, the booklet with no protection is not worn out.

After the Mu brothers exchanged a few words, Mu Bai put the booklet in Mu Wen's hand, and Mu Wen handed it to A Tu reluctantly.

"What is this?" Ah Tu was at a loss, and opened it to see that "San Zi Jing" was written in extremely correct characters.Obviously, this is Mu Xiaowen's textbook.

The handwriting is beautiful, evenly thin and hard, and he is a bit arrogant, but he is already past the age of learning the "San Zi Jing".

"This is a copybook written by my husband for Xiaowen." Mu Bai said, "Don't you want to read it? The first half of the copybook is written by Mr. Song, and the second half is written by Mr. Song. One is in italics and the other is in willow. , Wen'er likes these two fonts..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ah Tu shaking, and Mu Bai immediately stopped talking.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuction to cry with envy and jealousy, but he didn't dare to vent after seeing Mu Bai clenched his small fists, so he could only turn his back and take small steps to go on a pilgrimage with the copybook in hand.

"Brother, what kind of extraordinary person is Mr.?" No matter how young Mu Wen was, he felt that something was wrong. He raised his head and asked in a daze and at a loss.

"He's just our husband." Mu Bai thought for a while, then patted his little brother's head, "For us, he is as dear as a mountain. It doesn't matter to us whether he is great or ordinary in the eyes of others."

Although I don't quite understand it, I feel that what my brother said is so cool!

The number one brother fan immediately nodded unprincipled, and hugged his elder brother, muttering that elder brother is the same to him, in his heart elder brother is the best, no matter what others say I feel that elder brother is Wen'er's best brother and so on.

Mu Bai patted the little sycophant's head, and sighed again: Human beings can become the overlord of this world, and their cubs' cuteness must be one of the main reasons! (Hello)

Reciprocally, he also praised Kua Muwen by the way: "Thank you, Wen'er is also the cutest brother in the world."

"Junior Brother Xiaobai, stop being sticky!" Just as the two brothers were making out intimately, the scholars who couldn't stand it anymore came over and carried them away one by one, "We still have one most important thing to do! "

"what?"

"Name, we haven't named yet!"

Mu Bai was silent for a while, looking at them speechlessly.

Isn't it just a place to live temporarily, why do you need a name?

However, after thinking about it carefully, literati seem to have this habit of naming things they like. Of course, they call themselves elegant names.

But sometimes Mu Bai thinks they are really boring.What's even more frightening is that Mu Bai discovered in the past few days that these literati actually named their pens, inkstones, and even pen holders!

Speaking of which, several poets in the Northern Song Dynasty had arguing about whether the bamboo pillow in summer should be called "Mrs. Bamboo" or "Bamboo Slave". Pass.

Compared to these... well, just giving the house a name should be quite normal.

Mu Bai's loving smile only lasted until they named themselves.

"Choose a name..." As a pragmatist, Mu Bai said without hesitation, "Just call it No. [-] dormitory. In the future, if there are many people in need, you can also call it No. [-] or No. [-]."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone showed terrified expressions, as if they suddenly found a military general among a group of literati, even Mu Xiaowen in his arms turned his head in surprise, and the expression of disbelief should not be too obvious.

What's wrong?

Everyone refused to comment, and when they returned to the discussion, they all completely excluded Mu Bai, and even Wang Shen packed up his mood and carefully rolled up his father's article to join the discussion team.

"This place is mostly made of cedar, and the cedar fragrance is refreshing, and there is a fragrance of ink. How about calling it Cedar Ink Studio?"

"It's not right, it's better to be humble. Zhai is a bit too big. I think the word house is good."

"The residence is not bad, it sounds very warm."

"Then I think the calligraphy is good and elegant."

"Then it's better to call it a room. This is a humble room, but my virtue is so charming!"

Wood white: ==

Is there any difference between Zhai, Zhai, Ju, Pavilion and Room?Don't they all represent places to live?The key should be the attributive at the beginning, right?You literati are too entangled!

"If you are not sure, why not draw lots!" Mu Bai suggested in a low voice, "Each person writes one, and whoever catches it will be the one."

Everyone looked at him in shock: "How can such a big event be such a trifle?!"

OK.

Mu Bai silently sat next to Halati who was also expelled from discussing qualifications. The two sat on the futon and roasted chestnuts together, their backs were quite lonely.

"Actually, I think the word She is pretty good." Halati said while turning the charcoal fire with tongs, "Don't the Han people always say that the humble house comes from modesty? It feels more like home."

Whether in a foreign land or in Yunnan, Halati does not have a home of his own.Maybe he just said it casually, but the inadvertently leaked traces of fragility made people feel a little sour.

After deciding to accompany Mu Bai and others to Beijing, Halati even sold his own sheep. Compared to Mu Bai, who also has no roots but has a younger brother, husband, and senior brother, he is like a kite now. Only a thin thread called "Homeland" is his last tie.

Mu Bai stood up abruptly, and strode towards the students who were discussing enthusiastically until there was still a thin line between the fight: "Everyone, I have an idea."

He took a breath and said seriously: "This residence itself is an emergency place we had to build. I think that instead of using various high-level vocabulary to describe it, it is better to choose the most appropriate name to remember its existence. .”

"Whether it is because of insufficient funds, we have to use the cheapest fir wood and rags as raw materials for partitions, or this book is actually a gift from others, what everyone has in their hands is actually a handwritten book, or this place is just a windshield. Don't beautify a humble house that can't even take a bath to shelter from the rain."

"Because this is where we started, where we first tried to solve a seemingly insoluble problem and succeeded."

“It’s not perfect, it’s ugly, it’s rundown, and it’s going to be demolished in a few months, but I think it’ll prefer the simplest and most appropriate name to a name that sounds luxurious and elegant, after all. That’s where our heart lies.”

"I propose!" Mu Bai raised his hand high, "How about calling it Shanmu Shanshe?"

As soon as these words came out, the emotion and emotion that had just appeared on the faces of the students disappeared in an instant.

The newly appointed senior brother Wang Shen was elected to suppress this cheap junior, and said with a serious face: "Brother, promise me, don't name the child yourself in the future."

Wood white: ==

"It's a good idea." Jian Rong also came over and rubbed the child's hair, "The statement is also correct, but I don't think this house will be happy if you use your name."

Mubai: =w=

"Fir is indeed the cheapest wood." Jian Rong smiled slightly, with a gentlemanly look and picturesque eyes, "It grows the fastest, the shape of the tree is straight and there are few branches, and the wood is soft and easy to process. These are all its. It propped up the entire Ming Dynasty with the cheapest background."

"Just like us."

"Whether you or I, or today, are all born in poverty. We are ordinary, we have no noble blood, no ancestors or families that can rely on blessings, but we are not ordinary, we have the meaning of our existence,"

"Fir wood is cheap, but it has a delicate fragrance. You and I met by fate, and it was all because of books. Therefore, I suggest, why not call it Xiangshan Bookstore... how about it?"