Dress to be a celebrity

The number one scholar in the new department returned to his hometown to worship, and the magistrates of Baoding and Qingyuan would naturally bring the second officials and chief officials to visit him.

Song Sanyuan, the key visitor, received the local officials in person and had cordial and friendly exchanges with them. He thanked the government and county governments for the various preferential policies given to the Song family and the love for the people project of Sanyuan and the first plaque outside the door.

Master Liu said: "This archway should be built in the mansion. Brother Baishi is the first number one scholar from Baoding and even Beizhili since the founding of the People's Republic of China. He won the triple prize, which is rare in the world. The mansion wishes to build the archway. We've arrived at the gate of the yamen!"

Even their house and ancestral grave are going to be rebuilt for them!

Song Shi couldn't help laughing, thanked Mr. Liu, and replied: "I will go to the outside of the city to display the tomb in the next two days, and I can't visit you sir. When my family's sacrifice is over, I will go to the mansion to pay my respects in person, to thank you for all these years. care."

Liu Fuzun, Xu County Magistrate and others pretended to say "excuse me", and then showed their true intentions. Besides inviting him to various houses as guests, it would be best to meet the scholars in the house. A poetry meeting, a lecture conference...

He has done it for Fujian, so how can he not benefit his hometown when he comes back?

Song Shi smiled wryly and shook his head: "This matter is a bit embarrassing. When I held a conference in Fujian, I always printed posts several months in advance to invite famous scholars, Hongru and students who were willing to attend the lectures. There must be a place that can afford so many people. The conference cannot be accomplished within this month. If my lord wishes to accomplish this, I can write down the whole experience of running the seminar for your reference. In the future, my lord will choose a long holiday to hold a lecture I must attend the meeting."

Mr. Liu also saw his impromptu idea, and when he saw that it couldn't be done, he waved his hand: "Forget it, Brother Song Xian is in the capital, and he will hold a conference in the future. Why doesn't he choose famous teachers and invite talents in the capital? No matter how well Baoding can do it It’s still not as good as Beijing, and it’s enough to get a good brother to host an ordinary literary meeting.”

It would not be troublesome if it was just a small meeting of local scholars.

Song Shi readily agreed, counted the time, and said: "Before I come back, I have received a decree from the sage to print books. But my calligraphy needs to be printed with self-made ink, and it takes time." It takes a few days to prepare the materials..."

The emperor's decree is to teach the common people to print books.

It is enough for any scholar to be awed by these words, and the official knows the weight of this noble errand, not only does not bother him, but he dare not ask him to spend his time on Hanlin official business to preside over the literary meeting .

Song Shimang explained: "I have to stay in my hometown for a month, and it takes less than ten days to make this ink. Although the old man arranges a literary meeting, I have not been in my hometown these years. Celebrities and talented scholars talked freely about poetry and prose."

It's rare that Song Sanyuan is busy with business and still thinking about the scholars in his hometown. How can they let the students miss this opportunity as the head of a land?The few counted the holidays, leaving him time to sweep and make ink, and scheduled a paper meeting on April [-].

The ancestor worship day of the Song family was the fifth day of April, and there was nearly half a month in between for him to prepare materials.In fact, in the Ming Dynasty, the materials of local ink were basically available for purchase. Only one piece of soap had to be made by oneself—one had to use plant ash and stones to combine caustic soda, and then make hot soap.In half a month, it was enough for him to make enough soap for next year, and even enough laundry soap for the whole family!

You can also make a few pieces of cold-process soap by the way to wash your face and hands for your family members.

He was a man himself, and he lived a rough life. He always washed his face and clothes with the hot soap he made.However, he also took tourists to many small handmade cold soap shops to buy souvenirs back then. Knowing that girls pay attention to nourishing the skin, he said that cold soap is more nutritious than hot soap, so he made more for his family.

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On the fifth day of April, the old lady personally led her children and grandchildren to the ancestor's grave to pay homage. They placed pigs, cattle and sheep, lit incense sticks from the temple, and told the ancestors that his family had a three-yuan happy event.

Song Shi crossed his brothers to kneel in front of the grave, burned the copy of the imperial decree he had copied, silently blessed, and told the ancestors of the Song family that their father and son would go to Beijing to be officials, and that the family would also move to Beijing in the future.

He did not object to worshiping the ancestors of the Song family.He himself was also surnamed Song before crossing over. Although his ancestors had never experienced such a Dazheng Dynasty, maybe before the death of Song Dynasty, the ancestor of the Song family was the ancestor of their family.

Anyway, he is a son and daughter of China, and people in this era are his ancestors, and he will not suffer any disadvantages if he worships anyone.

He finished the etiquette seriously, and watched his mother take out a pair of rice cups from her arms, folded them in her palms, shook them sincerely in front of the Song family's grandpa's grave for a long time, and threw them on the ground, throwing a pair of yin and yang cups. Enough to allow the cup to come.

It's done, this is why the ancestors allowed them to move!

The old lady sighed: "I've lived in Baoding all my life, but when I'm old, I'm going to be a native of Beijing. Forget it, anyway, I'm going to be an old lady to enjoy the blessings. Where can I live?"

Although it is rare to see the old sisters in the neighborhood in the future, an old lady like her can't visit the house every day to talk, and most of them are accompanied by her daughter-in-law and the adoptive mothers and maids at home.

She was only worried about going to Beijing, when Shiguan'er married a wealthy daughter-in-law in Beijing, how would the three of them get along with them?

After sweeping the tomb, the old lady simply didn't go home, and directly asked Song Shi to follow her to a famous Guanyin Nunnery not far away to make a fortune for her youngest son.

Song Shi didn't know that his mother planned to marry him until he got to the hall. Seeing the lottery holder handed over by the teacher, he felt guilty for some reason.Although you can't be feudal and superstitious...but if you figure out his partner, ah no, if you figure out that he has a tendency to engage in south wind...

He's under his mother's nose now!

It felt like I was in a free activity class, and the math teacher suddenly came into the classroom and said, "We will take the test in this class." The excitement, nervousness, and horror are simply indescribable.

Facing the lottery sticking out in front of him, he couldn't bear to take it. He turned around and acted like a baby to his mother: "Mother, don't rush me. I don't want to get married yet. What are you doing with this lottery? The third generation of our family is also a child." Both are complete, if mother wants to hold her grandchildren, she will go to hold Brother Lin and Eldest Sister, and I want to live a few more years of comfortable life with no one in charge."

What he said was childish, and Mrs. Fan laughed when she heard it: "There is no one who grows up and won't get married, smoke one quickly, it will take up your whole life, and it's not like forcing you to get married immediately. You have been outside all these years I'm used to making decisions, you have big ideas, you can choose what kind of rich lady you want to marry, mother doesn't care about you."

So what if it's not Miss Qianjin...

Song Shi's heart was trembling, but in the end he couldn't handle it, and his mother and the teacher's wife who was holding the stick in front of her and her hands were shaking a little, gritted her teeth, took the stick, shook it in front of Guanyin, and pulled out a stick.

His mother hurriedly asked the accompanying girl to pick it up, and respectfully handed it to the teacher to release the lottery.

The nun took a look at it, frowned slightly, took out a yellow note from the table beside it and handed it to Mrs. Fan, and said, "It's a sign of 'Wen Jun Visiting Xiangru'. There may be twists and turns in the marriage. The first marriage is hard to come true, and the second marriage is a good match."

Mrs. Fan lowered her head and saw the words "a woman married two husbands" on the note, and she couldn't help thinking of the bad things that happened to her son, so she put the note into her sleeve, and smiled at Song Shi: "It's okay to have bitterness before sweetness." , my current official, all the difficult things are over now, and only the good days are left in the future."

Song Shi looked at her sleeve with complicated thoughts, forced a smile and agreed, "Your mother should be at ease after getting this lottery? Worried at home."

This kind of lottery is a real spirit and a false spirit, why does it seem to be a bit accurate?

This "Wen Jun visits Xiangru"...

He couldn't help thinking about Huan Wenjun's night visit to Song Xiangru, he was so guilty that he didn't dare to ask his mother to ask for a lottery, so he helped her out of the Guanyin Hall and returned home to rest.

The mother and son didn't mention this signature again after they got home, but the signature of "Wen Junfang Xiangru" gave him a little inspiration, and the manuscript entrusted to him by Zhao Shusheng could add this paragraph——

Anyway, Zhao Yueshu asked him to write Li Shaosheng as a son of a good family, so he could write that Zhao and Li were childhood sweethearts, but they were separated by Zhao's father, and they were not allowed to become brothers.Zhao Yueshu went to the provincial capital to take the exam independently in order to get married. Li Shaosheng couldn't bear to part ways to find his husband. Unfortunately, he was robbed by bandits and bandits on the road. Seeing his beauty, he almost wanted to take him by force.Fortunately, a Song student with both civil and military skills and a sense of righteousness came across this tragedy when he went to the exam, so he led his troops to fight off the bandits and accepted him as righteousness...

Is it not a generation difference to accept him as a foster son?

But he can't write that he and Li Xiaoshou became righteous brothers. This is a story in Fujian. What if his sexual orientation is misunderstood?

——As long as Li Shaosheng can read and read, let him be a book boy!

Later, Song student won the first prize in the exam, and Zhao Shusheng, who went to Beijing to rush for the exam in the same year, happened to see his lingering sweetheart next to the champion, so he took the risk of being scolded by him to visit him.

Then the magnanimous Song Zhuangyuan presided over the wedding ceremony for the two, making them a couple.

well.

This article incorporates countless traditional classic routines, and the details are all in line with the experiences of the three of them.Except for the wedding at the end, Song Zhuangyuan in the article is simply himself Song Sanyuan, and he even held a grand wedding for them. How can Zhao Yueshu be dissatisfied?

No!

Then write a bit bloody about the process of the two of them being separated, and write a more refreshing story about Song Zhuangyuan's elimination of violence and Anliang, so that real readers can be satisfied with it.

He had an inspiration, so he quickly spread the waxed paper on the table by the window, took advantage of the sunshine to write down an outline, and then wrote the opening poem later, slowly adding details to it.

As for the part of the bridal chamber that is easy for him to play... let's just think that he is still living in an age that cannot be described below his mouth.

In the afternoon, the sun turned to the other side, and the room was slightly dark. He also put away the wax paper that could not read clearly, and set up a casserole in the side room to boil the mixture of soil alkali and lime, and filter out the clear caustic soda.

This kind of caustic soda is highly alkaline, but it will lose its corrosiveness after a long time, so it can only be used now.Alkaline and boiled lard is slowly heated to form, and it doesn’t need any color or fragrance, and it doesn’t matter whether it is nutritious or not. After boiling, it can be directly added to the ink after it is removed from the mold.

He locked himself in the room, smelting all kinds of incomprehensible raw materials like a Taoist alchemy, and what came out was not black ink, but a semicircular yellow soap that was dunked out of a sea bowl.In the past, what he sent home was carved out of dim sum molds, small pieces of printed flowers, and his family didn't recognize that the freshly made ones were also soap, and they treated them as legends of golden elixir to the host.

His brothers didn't care about his inventions, but Mrs. Fan was a little worried when she heard that, fearing that he was hurt by the "Wen Jun Visiting Xiangru" lottery and would switch to alchemy and become a Taoist priest.

She quietly went outside Song Shi's house to watch him work. Brother Xiao, who didn't have to go to school for the time being, saw him and followed, wanting to see if the third uncle would not be beaten when he didn't study hard and tinkered with useless things.

Song Shi raised his eyelids and saw the old and the young looking at him through the window, shook his head and smiled, opened the door and pulled the two of them in, and showed his mother the soap that had just been removed from the mold: "This is soap that has just been made. The clothes were sent to the family."

Seeing that he didn't want to fly, his mother was relieved, and said with a wry smile, "You still have an official job on your body, so it's hard to be your ink, what are you doing with these little things, and how much money do you have at home?"

Song Shi said with a smile: "This is what can be used when making ink. It's not a waste of time. Besides, the soap I saw at home was sent back earlier. I have to make some fresh ones for my mother when I get home. It's better." use."

As he said that, he pinched Brother Xiao's little face again, and asked with a smile, "Brother Xiao also likes to watch Uncle Do this? Then Uncle will also make something for you. You are sensible, and you will give it to the brothers later. How about playing together?"

It happens that there is soap and beeswax. If you dye some colors, you can make crayons to entertain children.