"...disrespect, disrespect."

Faced with the politeness and politeness of the impressive young magistrate in front of him, Yuan Xiangshan stroked his beard and nodded, his face softening slightly.

He replied equally politely:

"I have heard of you. Mr. Su and Mrs. Su have praised you in front of me. Dalang also praised you a few days ago, saying that you have met a good teacher and friend... but that's all."

Yuan Xiangshan shook his head, said nothing more, and glanced at Ouyang Rong very obviously.

As if to give the younger generation face, some things were left unsaid and he was asked to go back and figure it out for himself.

Ouyang Rong seemed not to notice, he nodded without blushing:

"I don't dare to take it seriously. I don't dare to take it seriously. It's Dalang and the others who have praised it. Old gentleman, you don't have to take it completely seriously."

"..."

Which eye sees me seriously?

Yuan Xiangshan couldn't help but take another look at Ouyang Rong, and said directly:

"There are some things that I, as an old-timer, don't know whether to say or not..."

When Ouyang Rong heard this hand gesture, he turned his head and looked at Su Dalang, who was sitting next to Yuan Xiangshan and bowed down to serve tea with respect.

The latter shook his head at him with apologetic eyes.

As the two exchanged glances, Yuan Xiangshan took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and continued with a straight face:

"Let's talk about it. It's easy for young people like you to say that you are relying on your old age. But if you don't talk about it, it will harm you again. We seniors will not be happy in our hearts. We can't just watch you juniors take detours, right?"

Ouyang Rongzheng turned around, shook his head sincerely at Yuan Xiangshan, who was about to start singing, and said:

"No need to talk about it, old gentleman, you should drink more tea and save your words for teaching and educating people in the classroom."

Yuan Xiangshan frowned and waved his old hand:

"It's okay. Dalang happens to be here now. Let's give a good lecture. It can also be regarded as an extracurricular teaching and education."

The old man sighed:

"Actually, if you are an ordinary outsider, I wouldn't want to talk about it, but since Da Lang treats you as a good friend, I naturally have to fulfill some of my responsibilities as an elder."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but interjected: "Actually, it's okay for the old gentleman to treat me as an outsider. It's quite good."

Su Dalang advised: "Teacher, let's go back..."

Unfortunately, I don’t know whether I didn’t hear it or why, but these words did not interrupt Yuan Xiangshan’s earnest singing:

"I have heard of your deeds. In the court of the capital city, you were forthright in admonishing and angering the emperor. You were so steadfast and unyielding that scholars from the north and south praised you full of praise and called you a good man and a true gentleman.

"This old man appreciates this very much. Although there may be some young people's impulse to act in it, this style of speaking out and admonishing ministers does not disgrace the senior officials of your Yushitai.

"Well, I'm reminded of the past when I was still in the Court of Ceremonies and I dared to speak out... You still have some of the demeanor of the old man."

Yuan Xiangshan nodded slightly, changed the subject, and said with a serious face:

"But now, is it because you are disheartened after leaving the capital and was demoted or something? Are you a little lax? Let's not mention the matter of leading the bad man for the moment, and let's talk about your own job.

"I have heard about the large-scale water conservancy projects you did in Longcheng County, and people in the government have heard about them. At that time, I felt that you did a good job in disaster relief and flood control, and you were working hard for the people.

"But two days ago, I went out to a bookstore to buy books. Guess what, I saw beggars and people begging along the street. Is this how you provide relief?

"Before the food and clothing problem of the people of this county has been solved, we turn to water control and rush to mobilize manpower and material resources to build water conservancy projects. Is this putting the cart before the horse? Well, as a county official, how can you be so negligent?"

There were only two "dong dong" sounds, and Yuan Xiangshan's crutches hit the ground. His face covered with age spots showed a look of sighing, and he was sternly alert.

Behind the water pavilion, Yan Liulang, who was bored and was listening, thought that it was just Su Dalang who was unlucky enough to find a "master" who relied on his old man and acted like a master. This 80-year-old man was just babbling about being a teacher, but he didn't expect that this old Mr. Yuan actually said

This statement.

I'm not afraid of you talking nonsense, I'm afraid of being nosy and pointing fingers.

Yan Liulang was speechless and quickly looked at the young county magistrate in front of him.

Seeing that the back of his Ming Palace was silent at this moment, his sleeves stood quietly, without saying a word.

Yan Liulang secretly thought something was wrong.

On the other side, Su Dalang saw his friend's face and quickly turned around to persuade him:

"Teacher, stop talking. We are laymen after all. Lianghan..."

Yuan Xiangshan shook his head and interrupted:

"It may not sound nice, but telling the truth is for his own good."

The old man raised his hand to stroke his long beard, looked at the scenery of the pond outside the water pavilion, his face was sad, and he sighed:

"And when I saw the scene of people begging two days ago, I was deeply moved. I didn't want to go to the bookstore anymore. I returned halfway and wrote a parallel essay "Preface to the Disaster People".

"I originally wanted to use it to teach Da Lang and let him study. What a coincidence. Today, you, the magistrate of Longcheng County, are here, and you can be regarded as the rightful owner. I don't mean to offend my parents. It's just a shabby building. You can refer to it.

one time."

After Yuan Xiangshan finished stroking his beard, he turned around and ordered:

"Dalang, go and take out the "Preface to the Mourning for Disasters" written by my teacher, and give it to the county magistrate to have a look and correct it."

Su Dalang looked embarrassed and did not move.

The book boy on the side received Yuan Xiangshan's look and turned around to get a scroll.

The waterside pavilion outside the Juxian Garden seems to have often been used as a place for Su Dalang to give lectures and study. There are pens, inks, paper, inkstones and other calligraphy treasures on the stone table. Several bookboys quickly tidied them up, cleared the space, and laid the scrolls flat in the center of the waterside pavilion.

on the stone table.

Parallel prose, the whole text is mainly composed of two sentences, pays attention to neat antitheses and sonorous rhythm, and pays attention to decoration and allusion in rhetoric.

It is a very popular literary style in the current literary world. In fact, it has been popular in the Northern and Southern Dynasties before Wei Zhou and Li Qian. Even the imperial examination that Ouyang Rong took part in required writing corresponding essays to be selected as a scholar.

Inside the waterside pavilion, when he saw his disciple Su Dalang's face turned red, Yuan Xiangshan waved his sleeves and added with a righteous face:

"I'm just a straight-laced person. There are some things I don't like to say, but I do them for the sake of the people and the good of the county government. I hope the county magistrate won't take offense."

"Of course I won't be surprised."

Ouyang Rong, who had been silent since Yuan Xiangshan raised his opinion, suddenly spoke.

Yuan Xiangshan nodded with a satisfied expression, glanced at Su Dalang who was stunned next to him, and opened his mouth to say a few words.

Ouyang Rong said without stopping:

"But I am also a straight person, and some of the things I say are also unpleasant and unpleasant, but they are all for the benefit of the seniors. I will just say a few words, and I hope the seniors will not take offense."

Everyone was stunned, Yuan Xiangshan also frowned, "What do you want to say..."

Ouyang Rong curiously asked:

"How old did the old man get married?"

"Why ask this?"

"Old-timer, just answer."

"When I was fourteen, my father decided on the marriage."

"Then what were the old-timers doing when they were twenty-three or fourteen years old?"

Yuan Xiangshan sounded quite proud: "Humph, I have already been admitted to the high school and am waiting for the election of officials. Two years later, I entered the Ministry of Rites as an official."

"When I was waiting for the selection of officials from the Ministry of Civil Affairs, when I was twenty-three or four years old, I was hanging out in Luoyang Shilin. I occasionally called friends and close friends to treat guests. I could also go to brothels and restaurants to have fun and get drunk, and write and write...

"When I was preparing for the exam in Luoyang before, all the senior Jinshi students I saw were like this. Are the seniors also like this?"

"It's not the same. They're not as debauched as you young people nowadays... No, why are you asking?"

Ouyang Rong asked calmly:

"Then do you know how old Dalang is now?"

"Twenty-four years old..."

Yuan Xiangshan paused for a moment, but without waiting for his reaction, Ouyang Rong pointed directly at Su Dalang, and then pointed in the direction of the Juxian Garden study room behind him and said loudly:

"I would like to ask the seniors to take a closer look at the life of the twenty-four-year-old Dalang, who has already reached his prime age.

"Not to mention whether we drank some health tea when we went out this time. The old man kept saying it was for Dalang's good, but he never took into account Dalang's situation.

"You were married and started a family at the age of fourteen, so you don't have to worry about being energetic. At the age of twenty-three or four, you passed the imperial examination and enjoyed the youth of the city of God. But as for Da Lang, just when he was full of energy, he was locked up all day long.

In this deep house and compound, there are mountains of books and seas of books in front of you. You study hard at night and have a full schedule of homework during the day. But the young and black-haired people are faced with white-headed old Confucians.

"For a month, even the half-day holiday has been usurped by the teacher. Have seniors ever considered Dalang's feelings?"

In the pavilion on the terrace, the young man's words were sonorous and powerful. The elder man of the Su family standing beside him stood stunned, while the white-haired old man with a cane looked stunned, choked and speechless, and hurriedly defended:

"This old man is doing it for his own good..."

"Don't persuade others to be kind without going through their suffering." Ouyang Rong took a step forward and interrupted:

"I don't expect the seniors to feel the same way, but I can just use the majesty of my teacher to suppress Da Lang's nature, and in the name of Da Lang's parents' expectations, do the thing of growing flowers in the greenhouse. Isn't it too selfish?!"

"You...you...I haven't..."
To be continued...