August came in the blink of an eye.
A peaceful life always gives people something to think about.
In addition to reading, practicing calligraphy and writing articles every day, Xu Yan does most of the time is meditation.
This habit comes from the previous life and has been preserved.
Xu Yan believes that meditation can help him calm down and think better about what he will do in the future.
To a certain extent, this is the same as the meditation advocated by Wang Shouren.
It seems that he has not disgraced the title of Wang Xue's disciple.
One day, he was meditating when Mr. Qian suddenly found him and said that an old friend wanted to see him.
Xu Yan couldn't help but feel a little surprised. What other old friends did he have in Hangzhou?
Coming into the hall with doubts, Xu Yan suddenly realized.
It turned out that this old friend was Yang Pengju.
Yang Pengju's sudden visit to Xu Yan was naturally related to business matters.
Ever since he last went to Jingdezhen, Jiangxi to sell a batch of porcelain, he has been thinking about how to expand the market in Zhejiang, especially Hangzhou.
After racking his brains, the fat boy finally came up with a solution.
"Brother, I want to find someone to sell these porcelains to the local scholarly families. But they definitely won't want them if they're too ordinary. I was thinking about whether I could make some illustrations of scenes from the Fire Books so that they could attract attention."
Xu Yan thought to himself that this was indeed a method.
"But these porcelains are already glazed, so I'm afraid they won't be easy to re-fire, right?"
Xu Yan naturally raised doubts as well.
"Don't worry about that, big brother. I have plenty of connections in Jingdezhen. I've already planned to open a kiln in Hangzhou and fire the kiln myself. That way, I can decide how the kilns turn out and how much they burn."
Xu Yan was greatly surprised.
"You want to open a kiln? That's going to be expensive, right?"
"What's the big deal? Isn't money meant to be spent?"
Yang Pengju said nonchalantly, "If it doesn't cost money, why not show it to me? Besides, the kiln is not as expensive as you think, big brother."
"Brother Pengju, you didn't hide this from your uncle, did you?"
Xu Yan was still a little worried.
"Look at what you said, big brother. It's such a big thing. How can I dare to do it if the old man doesn't agree?"
Yang Pengju swallowed his saliva and said, "I paid a high price to dig out a group of craftsmen from Jingdezhen who specialize in making porcelain."
Xu Yan nodded.
You know what, the little fat guy looks pretty good.
"You said you wanted to paint scenes from the novel on porcelain, that's not impossible."
Xu Yan has been thinking about how to expand the sales of his novels. Now it seems that what the fat boy said is not a bad idea.
"There's a new book called 'The Story of the Stone' that depicts scenes in a very elegant and beautiful way, perfect for painting on porcelain."
Yang Pengju was overjoyed when he saw Xu Yan agreed.
"Very good!"
He swallowed and said, "Brother, you only need to give me the draft of the part you want to draw, and I will take care of the rest. You don't need the latest one, just the one that has been printed!"
After a brief pause, Yang Pengju continued, "By the way, brother, I heard there will be a huge Qiantang tide in a few days. Do you want to go and see it?"
"Qiantang Tide?"
It’s no wonder that Xu Yan had never actually seen the Qiantang River tide in his previous life, he had only heard of it.
You can't fully understand the shock without experiencing it yourself.
Now that I have the chance, it would be a shame not to go and see it.
After thinking for a moment, he said to Yang Pengju, "How about this, I'll ask for leave from my mentor later. If I can get leave, I'll go with you."
Yang Pengju was delighted when he heard this: "The Qiantang Tide is very impressive, brother, you must not miss it."
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I'll always remember watching the tide, the town full of people vying for a view from the river. I wonder if the vast ocean has become empty, amid the sound of countless drums. The tide-rider stands at the head of the waves, holding the red flag without getting it wet. I've seen it in my dreams several times since we last met, and even when I wake, I still feel chilled.
The Qiantang River tidal bore reaches its highest point around the Mid-Autumn Festival, from August 15th to 18th every year.
Xu Yan asked for leave from Mr. Qian and went to watch the tide with Yang Pengju.
It was the first time for both Yang Pengju and Xu Yan to watch the tide, so they were naturally very excited.
Although it was crowded, they were shoulder to shoulder and their interest was not diminished at all.
"Look, bro, the tide is coming!"
Although the little fat boy was not tall, he could still see by standing on tiptoe.
As for some young children, it is better for them to have their grandparents hold them on their heads and shoulders to watch.
From a distance, the tide is just a white line.
As the tide got closer, it surged forward like a wild horse galloping through the air.
When we got closer, the tide was as high as two people.
Xu Yan's heart was in his throat, and Yang Pengju was so scared that his legs went limp.
"The tide on August 18th is unparalleled in the world. Kunpeng strikes the water for three thousand miles, and a hundred thousand men are marching forward. Red flags and green umbrellas illuminate each other, while black sand and white waves devour each other. Life's reunion is rare, and how can we have such a scene as this? I hope you hear this and add more candles, and the white robes outside the door are like swans standing."
Someone suddenly recited Su Dongpo's "Watching the Waves of Zhejiang River", which was very appropriate to the situation.
The tide came crashing down like a raging wave, soaking even Xu Yan's clothes.
"Friend Xu, are you here too?"
In the Ming Dynasty, there was a prerequisite for scholars to be friends, and that was that they had to be scholars.
Xu Yan looked in the direction of the voice and saw Su Zhan greeting him with a smile on his face.
Su Zhan was from Qiantang County, Hangzhou Prefecture. During a poetry gathering at Gushan, he was impressed by Xu Yan's talent, and the two became friends.
He was reciting poetry just now.
"Friend Su has also come to watch the tide."
Xu Yan smiled and said, "This Qiantang Tide is truly unparalleled in the world."
Su Zhan nodded in agreement, "Thunder gathers on the sea, a waterfall falls in the middle of the river. The ancients were not deceiving me."
Su Zhan seemed to be intrigued and urged, "In this situation, why don't you write a poem to embolden your mood?"
"this..."
Xu Yan looked embarrassed.
"Xu friend, please sing a song. Xu friend, please sing a song!"
Seeing this, Su Zhan began to laugh and add fuel to the fire.
Although the people behind him didn't understand why, they still echoed him.
Seeing that the situation was unavoidable, Xu Yan put one hand behind his back and paced while chanting:
"The waves surge across Penglai, their soaring waves shake the Song Dynasty palaces. Who stirs them up? Lingxu's rage, his hair standing on end. The sails are all lowered, and the urgent drums at Haimen begin to sound. It's like a herd of wind-driven horses galloping on silver saddles, vying to surpass."
After Xu Yan finished reciting the poem, Su Zhan applauded repeatedly.
"What a wonderful poem 'Man Jiang Hong'! Xu Youyou has captured the might of the Qiantang River tide perfectly. He's known as Ningbo's greatest talent. I think it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call Xu Youyou the greatest talent in Jiangnan."
Faced with Su Zhan's praise, Xu Yan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Jiangnan covers a large area. Strictly speaking, Nanzhili, Zhejiang, and even part of Jiangxi and Huizhou can be called Jiangnan.
The title of the most talented man in Jiangnan is really too great.
This is simply flattery!
It’s enough to have enough reputation. It’s not a good thing if it’s too famous.
"My friend Su, you are too kind. I, Xu, do not deserve it."
Xu Yan said modestly, "I was watching the tide at Qiantang and was inspired to write this poem. I'm sorry to have laughed at you all."
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