"Build a hut in the human world, but there is no noise from the carriages and horses. I ask you how can you? Your heart is far away and the earth is far away. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains. The mountain atmosphere is beautiful day and night, and the flying birds return together."

Early in the morning, he was walking on the mountain road and heard the woodcutter singing lyrics like shouting from the forest. Du Shiyi couldn't help but smile a little. Now when he heard these again, he no longer had the amazement he had when he first arrived. Even if he might not be able to recognize every word in Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", almost everyone on the woodcutter on the Junji Peak could sing poems - yes, it was singing, not reading. He also blocked the way to ask them where to learn it, but the reply he got was sung among the crowd, or if he could listen too much. At this moment, he slowly walked down the mountain in the wind blowing down the mountain and turned over a forest and saw clearly the famous "Drinking" poem, which was exactly a woodcutter who had met several times a day when he climbed Junji Peak. He went up again.

"The father-in-law has changed his new poem this time!"

Hearing this sound, the woodcutter turned around and laughed: "It turned out to be Du Xiaolangjun! This song is the tune I just heard from the market yesterday, not a new work. I heard that it was made by Tao Wuliu, a hermit from the previous dynasty. It has been a while since it was so beautiful, so I remembered it. But the old man wrote a song about the woodcutter these days. Do you want to listen to it?"

Without waiting for Du Shiyi to agree or refuse, he sang loudly: "Pied between the white clouds, the firewood was wet on his back. A tiger appeared in the dense forest, and the beauty in the woods looked at..." After singing, he laughed and said, "This is what I was lazy and slept on the mountain that day and went home to fool the old woman at home. She complained all day long that I had more money to go up the mountain. I heard that I had encountered a mountain tiger, and I immediately forgot everything, which made me suffer the gentleness of her beautiful woman when she was young!"

Du Shiyi smiled at the joke of the woodcutter, and smiled and said, "My father-in-law is so anxious."

"It's just a fool! Alas, it's been a locust plague for two consecutive years, life is hard, and you're just having fun in hardships! By the way, how does the bacon that Du Xiaolangjun took back before taste like?"

After a while of getting to know this woodcutter, Du Shiyi was often pulled by him to say some poems suitable for woodcutters to sing, and then sent him a piece of bacon. At this moment, when the other party mentioned it, he couldn't help laughing: "It's delicious and delicious, and the master is good at craftsmanship!"

"Haha, it's good to like it. It's just raised at home. I was killed during the Chinese New Year but couldn't finish it. So I made some bacon. If Du Xiaolangjun likes it, I still have it." As he said, the woodcutter suddenly slapped his head and said, "By the way, Du Xiaolangjun, I saw you climbing the steep peak every morning in these days, and I became more and more refreshed and my illness should be cured, right? If you ask for learning, I'll give you an idea, maybe go to Xuanlian Peak to take a look. Lu Gong of Xuanlian Peak is a true hidden person in the world, and there are endless scholars to seek scholars!"

After hearing this, Du Shiyi couldn't thank him with a smile. However, the woodcutter pulled him to ask for new sentences and took out a song from him "Enter Yizhou to Chang'an to Fa Zhongyang Post" by Lu Zhaolin. Especially when he heard the sentence "I'm going to Chang'an to see a fishing partner in a flat river and heard the woodcutter sing in a narrow path, he smiled and said that he had learned new lyrics again and finally let him go. After being delayed, when he returned to his thatched house, the sun had risen high. What he unexpectedly expected was that when he arrived in front of the fence, he saw Tian Mo who was serving the fields suddenly stood up and ran over.

"Mr., a guest is here!"

Will there be guests coming to see me?

"Where are the guests?"

"It was the Sima brother who gave me to Langjun before and accompanied an old Taoist."

Du Shiyi was shocked and stunned, and walked quickly to the thatched cottage. When he entered the room, he saw Sima Chengzhen sitting cross-legged in a seat, while Sima Heiyun was sitting next to him. The bamboo shadow was gone, and Du Shisanniang was there personally serving guests.

"Mr. Sima!" He hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, and said, "If I knew Mr. Sima would come, I would not have been delayed on Junji Peak for so long. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"The sun rises and the road becomes hot. When there are so many people who want to see you in the temple, I can't get rid of it, so I chose this time. I didn't expect you to be so elegant and stay on the mountain for a long time!" Sima Chengzhen waved his hand with a smile. When Du Shiyi sat down in front of him, he asked, "Heiyun brought back those books and told you your idea. I just saw the desk and chair he mentioned. It is indeed more than twice as effective as before! No wonder others have not obtained a copy of one, but you have almost finished copying in both copies. You are young and have really wonderful ideas."

"Mr. Sima, this is not a fantasy idea. In the final analysis, it is just for the word "convenience." At this point, Du Shiyi smiled calmly, "Although I told a lot of great truths in front of Brother Sima that day, after all, I am seeking leisure and freedom. I have been studying and practicing calligraphy, writing poetry and writing essays since I was a child. Although I was regarded as a prodigy, my family knows my own affairs. One is diligence, and the other is familiar with it. If you really want to say something that can be sang a masterpiece for a while, there is actually nothing at all, but it is just a false reputation."

As soon as this was said, he saw Du Shisanniang lose her beauty and immediately reached out to stop her, who was about to persuade her: "This is what I only understood after that serious illness. It is better not to force it to be free than to live for a lifetime, just to write with fame. For example, reading and writing can be unconventional, and only to please oneself and understand one's heart. It is important to know that in the pre-Qin and Han dynasties, they read and write with bamboo slips on their knees, but now they sit with their arms and use books. After a thousand years, there may be different methods. Therefore, as long as the purpose of understanding the truth and nature is inconvenient, why not make this elegant thing convenient and affordable for students who are motivated in the world?"

Sima Chengzhen saw Du Shisanniang biting her lips and was worried, and couldn't help but smile: "Du Xiaolangjun is so erect, no wonder the famous Taoist Taichong in Songyang Temple would return in vain before! Indeed, your method might be blamed for being a rebellious. However, the predecessors used bamboo slips and silk books, and now people used books with rattan paper and hemp paper. Your thread-bound books save time and effort, and is suitable for poor scholars. There are many scholars in the world who are eager to study and be upright, but they can be of type.

Very few people stand out, and many people will be lonely all their lives. Whether it is these tables and chairs, these thread-bound books, even if they are just small paths, as long as they can make more convenient for those who read and make a name for themselves, it is a good thing! Moreover, if this is the case, it is much easier to publish articles into books than before. Because of your idea, I have planned to use this method to publish the medical skills and pharmacopoeia of Tao Master Tao, such as "Bencao Jing Ji Ji", so that there will be no danger of loss in the future!"

"Mr. Sima is brilliant!"

Seeing Du Shiyi's young face showing a happy smile, Sima Chengzhen felt his joy, and then said with a smile: "And as you said, this move is suitable for poor scholars. I believe that for Lu Haoran, this method should be extremely useful to all disciples."

This was the second time Du Shiyi heard the name of Xuan Lianfeng in one day. Compared to Mr. Lu who was mentioned by Qiao Weng, Sima Chengzhen obviously spoke more thoroughly. However, when he was hesitating, he saw Sima Chengzhen suddenly stood up and quickly got up. However, he did not expect that the old Taoist, who was not young, went straight to the back of the desk and directly occupied his bamboo chair without hesitation.

"Sitting down your feet is indeed leisurely and comfortable. But this method is far less than a thread-bound book." When Sima Chengzhen said this, the next moment, Sima Chengzhen suddenly changed his mind, "Why can Du Xiaolang, give me this thing?"

Hearing such a request, Du Shisanniang finally laughed and realized that she was not in a position of disobedience. She hurriedly packed up all kinds of pottery on the food bed with a red face and tiptoed back. Du Shiyi couldn't help but smile: "This is something I urgently need for, so I let Tian Mo make shoddy. Since Mr. Sima has taken a fancy to this thing, I will ask him to make a good one. Such a crude thing is not dared to give it to anyone."

"Don't do it again, just this one!"

Sima Chengzhen was stunned when he saw Du Shiyi's moment, and he had no choice but to agree. He gestured to Sima Heiyun with his eyes and put a bamboo tube in front of Du Shiyi. He said, "This is my letter to Lu Haoran, the famous hermit of the time. He is a well-known hermit, knowledgeable, good at writing poetry and calligraphy. I have met several times, and then I often reply to each other. Du Xiaolangjun, the so-called Jiang Lang's talent that has been passed down through the ages is Jiang Wentong's plan to protect himself. I never believe that there is a talent that can be dispersed overnight. Lu Haoran is proud, a humble gentleman, and has dozens of disciples under his sect. Teach his disciples more to follow the ancient style. If you can study from him, you will definitely benefit more!"

Hearing this, Du Shiyi couldn't help but feel heartbroken. However, when he saw Du Shisanniang with joy on his face, he couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Sima, if I learn from Mr. Lu, might Shisanniang follow me?"

Sima Chengzhen couldn't help but hesitate when he heard this. At this time, Du Shisanniang hurriedly said, "Brother, don't think about me, I can take good care of myself!"

Seeing Du Shiyi pondering and silent, Sima Chengzhen sighed softly: "There is a difference between men and women. There are many disciples under the Xuanlian Peak, but there are no women. In short, Mr. Du may as well consider it."

The master and servant were sent to the main road at the foot of the mountain. Du Shiyi saw that the bamboo ring chair was tied to the back of the carriage, and Sima Chengzhen had already gotten in the car. He was about to say something to Sima Heiyun again, but the broad-eyed man suddenly took a step forward and whispered: "Mr. Du, Mr. Du Hong, Mr. Lu Hong, are the true hidden men in the world, with outstanding talent and noble character, and many of them went to apprenticeships to the master, but many of them returned in a bad way. With the letter written by the master of my family, this is a rare opportunity!"

"Thank you, Brother Sima, for your kindness, I will definitely think carefully."

He thanked Sima Heiyun solemnly. When he watched the master and servant disappear from sight, Du Shiyi slowly turned around. Seeing that Du Shisanniang was waiting there with an anxious face in front of the hut, he smiled and said, "Since Mr. Sima was saying that Mr. Lu was amazing, I will take you to Xuanlian Peak to see..."

"Brother!" Du Shisanniang interrupted Du Shiyi's words, and then said firmly, "This opportunity is not easy to get. Just study, don't worry about me!"

Seeing Du Shisanniang turning around the thatched hut like a whirlwind, Du Shiyi couldn't help but sigh. Standing at the door, he watched Tian Mo sweat and work hard in the fields. He didn't know how long it took, but suddenly he saw the bamboo shadows carrying a basket of bamboos walking towards this side from afar.

"Langjun."

"Look at your bad face, but what happened?"

After taking off the empty basket on his back, Zhu Ying calmed down and said truthfully: "Mr. Lang. My wife asked me to go to the market to buy some rice and flour. But today I went to the market at the foot of the mountain and found that the price of rice and flour had risen by 30%. It is said that there are more locusts in the fields, and the disaster is heavier than last year! Moreover, it is said that the price of grain will continue to rise. Today, all rice stores in the market in Dengfeng County are reluctant to sell. If they can't sell more than ten stones of rice, they say they have sold out. I can't squeeze anyone else!"
Chapter completed!