Zeng Zhui's intervention, after the gentlemen's initial joking remarks, finally gave Xun Yan a place to stay in Beijing. Although Yuan Zuzhi was reluctant to let him go, he thought it would be bad to force him to stay, so he decided to make the decision.
But Zeng Zhui, this brat, was too eager and kept asking Xun Yan questions. In addition, several of his friends kept making fun of him from time to time. He finally couldn't help it and when Zeng Zhui pushed him aside, he hit him on the head.
It was a pity that Zeng Zhui was a shameless and thick-skinned person. Thinking that he couldn't take the beating in vain, he simply occupied half of Yuan Zuzhi's position and went to Xun Yan for advice.
It was difficult to interrupt Yuan Zu's opinion, so he had to join Ji Shan and others.
More and more scholars came to hear the news, and the noise outside became louder and louder, so everyone had to move to another venue to continue.
Seeing that it was still early, Zhong Lu suggested going to Xiaozhuxi.
It just so happens that Mr. Lan Ze has been teaching music to the musicians in the music troupe in Xiaozhuxi these two days. Wouldn't it be even better to have a leisurely chat with them?
Everyone agreed readily.
Mr. Lan Ze's piano music is rarely heard.
Everyone stood up to say goodbye. Lou Yunchun and Zeng Zhui saw the person out the door, while Hu Xu stayed behind to take care of him.
Since everyone had left and Lou Yunchun was still there, the scholars did not want to stay any longer and also said goodbye.
Zeng Zhui stared at the carriage as it drove out of the alley and said sadly, "I want to go too, but I'm afraid of angering the Master."
Lou Yunchun said, "Mr. Xun will live with you from now on, and there will be plenty of opportunities to learn from you."
Zeng Zhui couldn't hide his joy when talking about this. He put his arm around Lou Yunchun's shoulder and said, "I also want to thank you, Brother Lou, for your persuasion on my behalf. This has led to a good thing. Tell me, how can I thank you?"
Yin Yin happened to be out and overheard something. Then she heard her young master ask, "I heard that A Jiang also wrote a letter to Master Lin?"
Zeng Zhui nodded sinisterly, "Well, what's wrong?"
Lou Yunchun said bluntly, "Go and get the letter from the teacher for me, as a thank you."
Zeng Zhui moved his hand away and turned to leave, but was pulled back by Lou Yunchun by the collar.
He said with a bitter face: "Xiao Lou, why don't you change the subject?"
Lou Yunchun nodded, "Twenty strategic essays."
"I'll go right away!" Zeng Zhui said seriously, "It's just to ask for a letter, it's such a simple thing, wait, I'll be back soon."
After saying this, he rode his donkey to Daixianfang.
An hour later, Zeng Zhui came back with a downcast look on his face and handed the letter to Lou Yunchun.
Lou Yunchun asked curiously, "What happened? Did the teacher scold you?"
"I scolded him, but not because I asked him for the letter." Zeng Zhui pulled the donkey's mane, "but because I asked him about the Dao."
It was all his fault that he couldn't help himself and talked to the Master about Mr. Xun's explanation of Tao, as well as the remarks of Hu Xu and Lou Yunchun.
The master asked him how he answered, and he told him the truth, and then he was "cared for" by the master.
After handing the letter to Lou Yunchun, Zeng Zhui wanted to pull the donkey back. After all, he had done something for him. Lou Yunchun kept him there and said, "Have some tea before you go."
Zeng Zhui waved his hands weakly, "No, the teacher selected twenty books for me and asked me to write twenty inscriptions."
The title is the basis, carefully examining the meaning. The postscript is the source, revealing the essence through the text. Simply put, it is the reader's impression after reading. It requires conciseness, sharpness, and a deep understanding of the text, distilling its essence. Therefore, every word and sentence must be carefully considered, which is more arduous than writing a long essay.
Compared with this, he would rather write twenty policy essays.
Lou Yunchun shook his head and gave him a sympathetic look, then took the letter and walked briskly into the store.
Yin Yin counted silently, another one here, then looked towards the rice shop and said to herself: Shopkeeper Wang, you have to hold on.
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