Dress to be a celebrity

When Song Shi was printing books at home, his brothers were naturally the first to know about it, and they looked at the pages of the book that were drying in the shade directly on his porch, and they wanted to comment on it after looking at it.

In the Song Dynasty, when engraving plates in the house, I listened to "Yu Qing Bao Jun", "Excellent workmanship", "Fantasy and charming", "One stroke to Pengying", and my heart was inexplicably itchy.The poems and engraved editions he copied by himself feel like chewing boiled chicken breasts when copying, and they are not much higher than him as a modern person. How could he make up so many new words of praise in the eyes of his brothers?

Is it because his filter is not deep enough, or is it that the brothers have low requirements?

He couldn't help taking a look outside, and happened to see his elder brother holding the corner of the page with his fingertips, and said approvingly: "It's also interesting to print this dotted border outside the sidebar, it's not too eye-catching, and it's also very interesting." It is convenient for people to write neatly when writing reviews.”

His second elder brother took a page of manuscript paper for comments and said conceitedly: "This manuscript paper is also added well. Whoever gets the book printed by our Shiguan will naturally have some relatives and friends to borrow it. The borrower happens to be on this paper. How elegant is it to leave a comment on the Internet and sing with the master?"

What's more, this side column is not sticking to the old system, but it is surrounded by orchid grass and vine leaves. The printing is fresh and elegant, without any rigid craftsmanship, which suits their status as scholars.

He rubbed the edge of the page with his fingertips and stroked the smooth, unprinted paper, and suggested: "I don't think there are many poems and essays on Guan'er's side at that time, so why don't we brothers write two and put them in the middle?" For others to comment on? I also asked him to engrave Guaner’s song ‘Dream and Carp Floating in the Ancient Temple Pond’, yesterday I went to Zhibaozhai to buy blue paper, and I heard several old priests talking about it.”

I shed tears as I chanted. I really understand the three flavors in the poem.He shook his head with emotion, and went to the room to discuss with Song Shi about adding new poems to the manuscript.

Just add it.Song Shi agreed very happily, and there was only one thing he wanted to ask them: "How do you feel when you read these poems, brothers? Will you analyze the deep meaning in them word by word? How did you come up with these comments?"

He has collected a lot of information on the popularization of his monk's leisure life. Next, he wants to study how ancient scholars were able to move his poems to tears and boast such high-level praise.

Since the two elder brothers went to Huan's house and recognized Jinshi teacher, they rarely had the opportunity to educate him again.Seeing him take the initiative to ask for advice, naturally he didn't dare to perfunctory, and dragged him to talk about poetry appreciation all afternoon.

Song Shi's impression after listening to it... was the same as the impression of finishing an art appreciation class in the previous life. He recited the main points that should be memorized, and memorized a few good words... Although he couldn't wear the filter, But knowing the deep friendship and cosmetic interpretation ability of real local literati to their peers, it is enough to make do.

——Collect the real opinions of the scholars in this dynasty, and then pick a few famous examples of mutual praise from the poems and anecdotes of celebrities in the previous dynasty, and then you can make up a short article to earn manuscript fees.

No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

He focused on Jinjiang coins, and wrote manuscripts behind closed doors. He printed a set of [-] copies of "Poetry and Prose Collection of Daci Pavilion Wenhui on April [-]" and left them outside to dry. After drying, he asked a framer to bind them. At the meeting, two sets were given to the participating famous scholars, and the surplus was distributed to relatives, friends and teachers of nephews.

People who hold the book don’t need to read the poems first, but they are all attracted by the design of the inner pages—the borders are drawn with dots and lines in the margins of the pages, and there are manuscript papers with printed patterns. Isn’t it just for them to write Criticism?

Write, naturally have to write!Not only do you write it yourself, but you can also borrow the book to read other people's inscriptions, which correspond to your own, which is also a lot of fun.

Although this collection of poems is not comparable to the works of talented scholars in Wuzhong and famous masters in the capital, they are all written by people I know well, printed in the world-famous Song family calligraphy, and I can invite relatives and friends to appreciate and criticize them together. Of course it's different.

Among a group of celebrities and talented scholars who were summoned by the prefect Xu to participate in the poetry meeting, the custom of exchanging poetry anthologies and exchanging comments in the reserved comment column quietly became popular.

Song Shi did not catch up with this trend.After he wrote the manuscript on the leisure and sports situation in the monastery, he looked through history books, miscellaneous notes, and copied poetry reviews, and finally compiled a short essay that looked like the manuscript and submitted it to the Jinjiang Literature Network.

I didn't know day and night when I was so busy, and when I walked out of the door, the scenery outside was already changing——

He just raised his hands and stretched his waist, and saw the boy in the courtyard next door picking up badmintons lying on the roof.The laughter and nervous screams of teenagers echoed in the air, accompanied by the feathers appearing and disappearing in mid-air, making him think that he had traveled back 600 years.

Then he remembered that he made this ball by himself, he even made the magnet fish that children catch, and the good children's toys made him demonstrate the sustenance of literary and artistic old age.

I really forgot everything when I started writing the thesis.

He slapped his forehead, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then thought of another question—how quickly badminton became popular.A few days ago when he just made the racket, besides giving it to his mother and sisters-in-law's family, he also gave a set to Brother Huan Xiao in Beijing. When he returns to Beijing, the capital will become so popular, right?

He only thought of the capital at this time, but Huan Ge Shizhong's article had already been circulated in Beijing: "My disciple Qi made this ball by hand to express his heart. To respond to the image of the sky; its tail is stretched, because it contains the emptiness of space. In a quiet place, the feathers dare not move lightly;

"The off-court rules are loose, Fang Ming has a heart of self-denial; the net is tight in the auction, and he does not hurt his innocence..."

This article is not only about badminton, but also uses badminton to write about the aspirations they should have as scholars——

Meditate on self-cultivation and stick to the way of saints when you don't meet them; once you encounter an opportunity to show your talents, you will use your strength to rise to the top of the court and help the people.The more you are unrestrained, the more you must have the heart of self-denial and return to etiquette, and you must not exceed the rules in everything and everywhere.Only because he is flawless, even though the court's laws are strict, he will not be blamed for no reason.

Just by reading this article, you can see that Huan Ge is a gentleman with sincerity and courtesy.

It can be seen that this badminton was made by Song Sanyuan himself. It is an unprecedented new thing, which makes people yearn for it.

Song Sanyuan once came up with a new style and Song's engraving method, and it is not surprising that the appearance and playing methods are novel.But what does this badminton look like?Wouldn't the ball really smash the knotted threads in the net when it hit the racket?

People who have read Huan Ling's article have written articles praising his well-written article, the high ambitions revealed in the article, and even colleagues from this hospital personally praised him in front of him-boasting and boasting to show off, You have to see the legendary Sanyuan handmade badminton with your own eyes.

"Brother Huanxian, Mo Xiao, when I was in Beijing and saw Brother Fang and Brother Huang repeatedly writing letters praising Song Zhuangyuan's printing technique of the Song Dynasty, I taught them to make trouble day and night. The printing method is his private technique. We It's not good to look at, but this ball is for people to play with, so Brother Huan Xian still has to hide it, right?"

Huan Ling said generously: "How can you hide it? Actually, my junior brother didn't even want to hide the calligraphy of the Song edition. Are you going to teach seal calligraphy to Jinke Shuji? Naturally, this badminton is the same - I have taken that pair of rackets and balls to the craftsman, and asked him to make more copies, so that I can send them to my colleagues in the courtyard."

Mr. Zhao said with a smile on his head, "Bofeng really has a heart. At my age, I shouldn't be involved in these foolish things like you young people, but after seeing your article, I really feel that I am a good person." I want to see what kind of badminton this innocent, snare-free shuttlecock is."

Huan Ling laughed and said: "My junior brother is smart and free-spirited, with a magnanimity, and the things he makes are just like his own. They are noble and clean, and they are in harmony with the etiquette. You will not be disappointed when you see it."

He was not exaggerating. The set of imitation badmintons was brought to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and it immediately replaced football's position among the censors and after-dinner leisure activities.

And at the end of April, when Song Shi went back to the Ministry of Officials for vacation, he saw the scene of badminton flying through the sky several times on the road.

He didn't teach the ball in Jingli himself, and Huan Ling only played according to the instructions he wrote. His skills were mediocre, and he was even worse teaching others.Those who got the racket and the ball developed freely, valued the image more than the game itself, and played as high as possible, not far.Some people even don't look for a partner when they play, but pick up a round after a round, and enjoy the fun of "relying on the net to send the white clothes to Beijing" by themselves.

The sports market in Beijing needs to be regulated!

Song Shi let out the exclamation of a leading cadre, and took the carriage back to the small courtyard that his senior brother bought for him... the property right was in his hands.

The yard was guarded by the family members left behind by his brothers, and it was cleaned cleanly, and it could not be seen that no one had lived there for a long time.When his car drove up to the door, the caretaker rushed out to remove the threshold, and when the car got in, he helped him unload his luggage—he didn't take much of his luggage back, but he brought back a lot of it this time, all of which were at home. The clothes, shoes, socks, stationery and utensils purchased took a long time to arrange.

It was only past noon when he came back, he settled his luggage, took a shower, and changed into his home clothes, and it was past the time for the yamen to go to work.

They had just returned from a three-day journey, and when they got home they packed up their things again, and the servants were all exhausted.Scholar forced himself up to ask him what he would like to eat, Song Sanyuan waved his hand, and took out a string of money from his bag to him: "Go out and hire a man, tell him to order a welcome banquet in a restaurant and bring it to us, no need to eat in the evening Let's cook."

Scholar immediately straightened her waist and back, grabbed the money and ran out of the door lightly.When he reached the alley, he was about to look for Han, but saw a few well-dressed young men walking towards this side carrying food boxes, followed by an official in Tsing Yi riding a horse.

Who else can bring someone to deliver meals, except for officials Huan!

Shuxiang didn't even need to look at his face, and he saved the money of hiring Mihan, so he quickly turned around and asked the gatekeeper to open the door halfway, and greeted Huan Ling here, before going back to the courtyard to report.

When they entered the city, they were on duty, Lord Huan did not come to the outskirts of Beijing to greet them, but at this time, didn't he come over to deliver food to them just after finishing his duty?

Fortunately, they are the senior brothers of their third master, so they are reliable at this time!

Song Shi had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was still wet and untied. It was rude to see people, so he hurriedly walked to the bedroom with his long hair to comb it.Scholar wanted to comb his hair for him, Song Shi waved his hand: "I don't know how to comb my hair, you go out to meet my senior brother, and ask someone to put the rice outside under the wisteria trellis. It's hot today, and the room feels stuffy Yes, it is comfortable to eat in the shade of flowers in the coolness."

The food in Beijing is full of big fish and meat, and there is also drinking in the reception banquet, so it's better to enjoy the wind outside.

He held his hair in one hand and carried the scarf in the other, and in a hurry, he wrapped it around his wrists twice, and found a hairpin that didn't bind his hair.After tossing and tearing for a few times, the hair was finally tied up, regardless of whether the tie was tight or not, or whether the hair was leaking or not, just put the scarf on the head casually...

Before he could tie the two corners of the ribbon, Huan Ling strode into the room from the outside.Song Shi pressed his turban with one hand and arched his chest with the other. He smiled awkwardly and called "Senior Brother".

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but my brother has lost weight." Like his mother and sister-in-law, his senior brother also looked at him through a slimming filter. When he saw him, he frowned slightly, opened his arms, and quickly stepped forward to hold him that hand—

Then he took his whole body into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist and lifted him up.

Song Shi was so frightened that his turban fell off. He didn't care about his hair, so he put his arms around his neck first, and called out "Huan Ling" suddenly.The little senior brother put one arm around his waist, put the other arm around his legs and supported him, hugged him firmly, and put him down after shaking, smiled with satisfaction, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, yes I'm so impatient. I finally gained a little more flesh than when I hugged you last time."