Chapter 77 The price of my lesson is far more than a thousand gold
On the day agreed upon by Zhu Lan and Fang Xiucai, she came to the agreed place with the food box delivered by Yuxiang Pavilion early in the morning in one hand and two jars of Jiangzhou Moutai in the other.
If they rashly paid a visit with too many people present, it might seem a bit abrupt, so this time only Zhu Lan went with Fang Xiucai.
Mr. Fang said that his master's surname was Yan and his given name was Lun.
As for his poetic talent, it is so stunning!
It is unparalleled in history!
Yan Lun did not live in the prosperous area of Jiangzhou City. Instead, he lived in a quiet bamboo forest on the edge of the city. The environment was particularly elegant.
Zhu Lan nodded secretly in his heart, it really is like a master!
The door was ajar. As soon as I approached, the scent of ink wafted into my nose.
Mr. Fang stood in the yard and introduced himself respectfully.
After a long time, a light cough was heard from inside.
Mr. Fang nodded to Zhu Lan, which meant that he agreed for the two of them to go in.
As soon as he entered the room, Zhu Lan was shocked by the scene in front of him. He saw that the study was full of books and manuscripts of poems.
On the walls, on the tables, on the floor... everywhere.
Yan Lun was wearing a loose white robe, with his back to the two of them, writing something on the wall.
"Master, this is a young friend from Longchang Academy, Zhu Lan." Scholar Fang did not speak until Yan Lun finished writing the poem on the wall.
Yan Lun turned around, and Zhu Lan was a little surprised. He turned out to be a pale-faced scholar who looked less than 30 years old.
The immortal poet in the book... is so young?
Although Mr. Fang is much older than Yan Lun, his attitude is extremely respectful, like an obedient student.
Yan Lun had an indifferent look on his face. He only glanced at the two of them and made a "please sit down" gesture.
Zhu Lan and Fang Xiucai sat down and placed the food boxes and wine on the table.
"I'm sorry to come to visit Mr. Yan. I hope you won't despise my kindness."
Zhu Lan slightly opened the lid of the food box, and the aroma of food immediately overflowed, vague and arousing people's imagination.
Yan Lun's eyes lit up, he secretly swallowed his saliva, continued to act in a pretentious manner, and asked Zhu Lan what business he was there for.
“Of course, I have heard that Mr. Yan is a brilliant poet, and I can’t help but admire him, so I came to visit him.
I am not very talented, but I am preparing for this year's college entrance examination. I feel that I am still lacking in poetry, and I hope to get some guidance from Mr. Yan."
Seeing Yan Lun's eyes fixed on the food box, Zhu Lan smiled and took out several steaming dishes from the box and placed them on the table one by one.
He also poured a glass of wine for Yan Lun personally.
Smelling such a mellow and pleasant aroma of wine, Yan Lun could no longer sit still.
"Well, seeing that you are so sincere, I will make an exception today and give you some pointers!"
Yan Lun said this and moved his chopsticks gracefully.
As soon as Yan Lun took a bite of the shredded crab meat with ginger, he took a deep breath unconsciously.
The crab meat is tender and smooth in texture, with the unique sweet taste of seafood. Combined with the unique spiciness of shredded ginger, it is like a breeze blowing across the beach.
Delicious... so delicious that it makes you shudder!
Mr. Fang, who was standing aside, had already started to salivate with anticipation, not caring at all about his eating manners.
While praising the food unabashedly, he picked up the food with one chopstick left and one with the other.
Anyway, he only brought Zhu Lan here out of kindness. As for what they wanted to talk about, that was between Zhu Lan and Yan Lun.
He just needs to be responsible for eating!
Zhu Lan saw that although Yan Lun ate elegantly, he never stopped talking.
Always eating.
"...Mr. Yan?" Zhu Lan asked tentatively.
Didn’t you say I would give you some pointers? Why don’t you say something?
Yan Lun: "Don't talk while eating, and don't talk while sleeping."
If he says a few more words, all the food on the table will be eaten up by Mr. Fang, okay!
Yan Lun glanced at Fang Xiucai calmly and said, "Scholar, please pay attention to your manners."
Eat slowly.
After the two of them finally finished eating, Fang Xiucai burped.
Yan Lun finally got to the point.
"Well, I see that you are also a caring person. How about this, you first tell me your views and understanding of poetry, and then I will give you some suggestions based on your situation."
Zhu Lan couldn't figure out the other party's thoughts, so he simply answered with some general concepts.
For example, to express one's experience and understanding of life, one must pay attention to both the connotation and the beautiful form.
Yan Lun nodded after listening, and said in an unfathomable manner:
"The path of poetry and prose cannot be achieved overnight. As the ancients said, reading ten thousand books is like traveling ten thousand miles. If you want to improve your poetry and prose, you must travel more to famous mountains and rivers and deeply understand the lives of the people...
This may take ten, twenty years, or even longer.”
Zhu Lan: ...Listening to your words is like listening to a conversation.
Isn't this the same as not saying anything?
"Of course, if your goal is to pass the college entrance examination, there are actually ways to improve your poetry and writing skills in the short term."
Yan Lun suddenly changed the subject and revealed a rather mysterious smile.
"Sir, do you have any skills?" Zhu Lan sat up straight.
Although there is no shortcut to studying, there are learning techniques, and this is what Zhu Lan wants to know!
Yan Lun coughed lightly, stood up, and took out a folded piece of paper from the drawer.
Zhu Lan took it, opened it and saw that it said -
“The Yan family’s ancestors have been teaching poetry and prose.
Three hundred wen per hour of study.
Two taels of silver per month, you can learn anytime."
Zhu Lan: ...
I feel numb.
After all this time, I found out he was selling courses!
Seeing Zhu Lan's mouth twitching and looking like he wanted to leave, Yan Lun felt anxious but had to appear calm on the surface.
He was fanning himself with a paper fan and looking out the window with a vague gaze, as if he was talking to himself.
"In today's world, heroes are vying for supremacy, and no one can survive without talent. Although the price of my lessons is not as expensive as gold and jade, its value is far greater than a thousand gold coins."
“If everyone is learning, but you are the only one not learning, then you will lag behind others.”
"You will be grateful to me for my hard work in the future."
Zhu Lan: ...Such familiar rhetoric, could this person be a time traveler from some marketing account?
Never mind. It doesn't matter.
Zhu Lan was very disappointed and shook his head and prepared to leave.
Yan Lun finally got anxious. He couldn't let the business that came to his door fall through like this!
Mr. Fang also stood up. He felt that Yan Lun was right. If someone had the ability to teach, what was wrong with charging some money?
The teachers in the academy also have to collect and study!
And it was indeed with Yan Lun's guidance that he finally passed the college entrance examination!
"Wait!" Yan Lun finally started to speak properly.
He took two steps at a time and stood in front of Zhu Lan, gritting his teeth and making up his mind.
"Since you don't believe it, well, I'll let you try the class for free!"
Zhu Lan was indifferent. What good things could a marketing account write?
If you really have this ability, do you still need to sell courses for a living?
At this time, Mr. Fang also leaned close to Zhu Lan's ear and whispered to her, saying that Mr. Yan was really amazing.
Moreover, all the poems in the room were written by him. They were definitely not his own works.
Zhu Lan cast his gaze towards the wall, where there was a poem with ink still wet.
She had not paid much attention when she entered the room, but now, after reading two sentences carefully, her originally resolute expression of leaving relaxed.
Those poems have neat rhythm, gorgeous language, sophisticated wording, and are full of vivid interest.
For example, one of the poems is "Bamboo and Rock", which was the topic tested in last year's college entrance examination.
It is obvious that Yan Lun has indeed put a lot of effort into this area and is quite talented in writing.
Could it be that he really is the legendary master?
Generally, such experts do things in an unconventional way, which is different from normal people.
Maybe this marketing... no, this Yan's course, is his specialty?
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