Chapter 2: A cup of wine is used to lay down the future and present life (this chapter is free)

At this time, the Tang Dynasty had been established for 80 years, and the Zhenguan period has been prosperous for decades. The world was at a time when literary affairs were booming. The idea of ​​success in reading and glorifying the ancestors had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Not only was the Magistrate Xu, but Tang Song's words were said to have touched the thoughts of everyone inside and outside the garden. The Magistrate Xu's praise had not yet stopped, and the cheers among the crowd watching the excitement outside the garden were already in an uproar. During this period, many people kept memorizing the words, not only to learn them back to persuade the children, but also to pass on the family teachings from generation to generation.

County Magistrate Xu had long forgotten the little disrespect of Tang Song before. When he looked at him, he had a faint sense of appreciation for his soulmates, "Come on, just give me a robe and give me ten cents of money to make money." After the reward, he still asked the clerk who served to take the pen and ink to record this poem "Politics for Encouraging Learning".

After Tang Song finished his speech, the subsequent literary meeting continued. However, the literary meeting triggered by him was too early, and the part before and after such glory was inevitably distracted. Even the county magistrate Xu used his thoughts on how to write a county government encouraging education based on this "Poem of Encouraging Learning", and seemed a little absent-minded. He had the highest status, and the people who presided over the literary meeting were like this, and how could those scholars who tried to show could cheer up?

After the literary meeting was over, County Magistrate Xu first advised Zhang Qiyu for a few words, and then led the crowd back after giving Tang Song a good reward. Not to mention others, even Zhang Qiyu himself could see that County Magistrate Xu's advice to him was mostly concerned with his family background, and the words he said to Tang Song were sincere.

After the scholars sent off the county magistrate Xu, they looked at each other for a while and then focused their eyes on Tang Song, but at this moment the huge garden was abnormally silent.

Today's literary event is really surprising. Who would have thought that Tang Daizi, who had never spoken well in the literary event in the past, actually got the first prize. Not only that, he was even more successful than his peers and was the only one.

At this moment, Zhuang Haishan, who was still dizzy in his mind, ran in, swept away the rewards from County Magistrate Xu, and pulled Tang Song away. He was afraid that his young master would spend too much energy, and what would happen if he had soul-leaving symptoms?

Without mentioning the situation of other scholars looking at each other inexplicably, Tang Song, who had a lot of thought, was unwilling to stay here, so he followed Zhuang Haishan all the way out of Lumen Temple and turned back to the place where he built a hut in the mountains.

There were two trends among scholars in the Tang Dynasty. One was to wander, that is, after their studies were successful, they did not rush to Chang'an to participate in the imperial examinations, but instead wandered around the world by horses and leaving their hometowns. One was to travel to famous mountains and rivers to increase their knowledge. The other was to visit famous scholars from all over the country along the way to learn about their knowledge.

Another trend in addition is reading in the mountains and forests. That is, after scholars have learned the Four Books and Five Classics, poetry and essays in the school, they will choose a beautiful mountain forest to study. This move is intended to abandon the temptation of prosperity in the market and use the clear and subtle spirit of the mountains and forests to think deeply about what they have learned before. Compared with the school, the stage of reading in the mountains and forests can be said to be deeply reading.

As for the time period for studying in the mountains, it is different, as short as half a year, as long as three to five years, or even eight or ten years. This trend was mostly like this in the Tang Dynasty, whether it was rich or poor at home. For example, before Li Bai, a poet from the prosperous Tang Dynasty, left Sichuan with a sword, he built a hut in Qingcheng Mountain for two years; for example, Meng Haoran, a great poet from Xiangzhou during the prosperous Tang Dynasty, built a hut in the Lumen Mountain for decades.

Lumen Mountain has beautiful scenery. Since the famous hermit, Pang Degong, repeatedly refused to be summoned by the court to live in seclusion, he has become famous and has become known as "the noble soldiers and proud emperors of Lumen". In addition, this mountain is only thirty or fifty miles away from Xiangzhou City, and it will take only one hour to run a horse. It is actually the best place for scholars to study in the mountains and forests.

When Tang Song came late, the good places near the official road in the mountains had already been occupied by people. His place of building a hut would have gone deep into the mountains, but this was not completely beneficial. For example, the Bagua Pond, which was not far from his place of building a hut, was a famous scenic spot in Lumen Mountain in later generations. Although this place was a bit remote, it was really impeccable to the wonders of the landscape and scenery.

There is about half an acre thatched hut, four or five thatched huts. Mountain flowers surround the house, vegetable beds are arranged in front. The stream water surrounds and birds sing deep on the top of the tree. Although Tang Song is not unfamiliar with this book hut, when he really returns to this book hut and reads, he is still deeply intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of the mountains, rivers and pastoral scenes in front of him.

I was used to seeing the cement jungle of later generations, and when I first walked into this pastoral thatched cottage like landscape paintings, I felt a fresh and leisurely feeling arise, and even the rather uneasy mood settled unconsciously.

After walking the winding woodcutter path, he walked straight into the book house that was still emitting a faint fragrance of grass. Tang Song kicked off the cloud-toe shoes and put them on the couch, raised the bamboo pole that supported the window and lie down halfway down.

It was the beginning of late spring, and the mountains and flowers outside the window were full of greenery, and the eyes were full of green. Amid the chirping of mountain birds, time seemed to stop here. Without the busyness of day and day, there were no more troubles and trivial matters that had to socialize. Looking back on the life of 29 years of struggle in later generations and death from overwork, Tang Song only felt that the future life was really a yellow beam, and a great dream was born.

At this time, Zhuang Haishan walked in with a basin of mountain spring water that he had just made. When he came back, he had been holding it all the way, and he could no longer hold it back. After putting down the wooden basin, he was about to speak with excitement on his face. However, he was not afraid of being snatched by Tang Song in front.

Tang Song lies leisurely on the couch and waves his hands, "I don't have to wash it anymore. Please bring that cup of green ant wine, and let's talk about the others later."

When Zhuang Haishan saw the young master's unprecedented style, he muttered in his heart, "Young master is really like a different person." However, when he saw Tang Song just made such a big lottery, he didn't have any excitement, and his expression on his face was light. He thought that the young master was probably spending too much effort, so he could eat some wine to soothe. So he turned around and went out without saying anything.

Soon he walked in with a large thick wooden pallet. In addition to a tile bowl that could hold two kilograms of wine, there was also a small mud stove with a simple shape, and the pine charcoal in the furnace was burning vigorously.

"I saw the sun was about to set. Although it was late spring, the mountains were wet and cold, and the young master was in poor health. It was better to eat this wine warm so as not to get over the head." Zhuanghai Mountain said in a silence while placing things, "But this is a new brew, and the wine is thin, so it's okay for the young master to eat a few more cups."

Although Tang Song knew that it was natural to use slaves in this era, he was used to being alone in many years after his later generations, and in the end he was still not used to having a stranger following him all the time, even if this person had a deep affection for "him". In addition, he didn't want to say anything at this time, nor did he know what to say to Zhuang Haishan, saying that he "takes the body" and takes over Tang Song's body? This is indescribable and destined to be a secret that can never be told to anyone.

Tang Song waved his hand again, Zhuang Haishan turned around and retreated, quietly covering the door of the lying inward.

The berries brewed in small rural wine shops are indeed extremely thin, and they are not used to have any grain. They are all fermented and pressed by picking mountain fruits. Poured out of the tile cup, there are still some unfiltered tiny pomace floating on the light green wine sauce, vaguely like small ants.

This is the "new green ant wine" mentioned repeatedly in Tang poetry. Finally, after witnessing the Tang wine with one's own eyes, Tang Song reached out and picked up the slightly warm green ant wine on the mud stove.

In the Tang Dynasty, there was no technology for distilling liquor, and the alcohol content produced by fermentation and pressing was not high. In addition, the restaurant was greedy for water consumption, which made it more thin. Tang Song sipped his lips and took a sip. The wine tasted light and was sour and astringent. In terms of alcohol content, it was similar to the listening blue ribbon beer in later generations.

However, this wine is just right for Tang Song's spleen and stomach. In later generations, he was a person who was not drunk. If he had to drink, his face would be flushed and his heart would be so fast that he would jump out. This amount of alcohol was just right to match Green Ant Wine. Sniffing in a small sip can not only relieve his mood without getting drunk quickly. Especially the faint sourness in the wine was consistent with his mood at the moment.

Huangcaolu and green ant wine. Although there is no side dishes in front of you, the green mountains outside the window can be used to drink. Tang Song, wearing an ancient costume, held a wine cup and looked at the setting sun outside the window, with a mysterious look. In later generations, he always had too many things, and he never wanted to drink, and was even more afraid of getting drunk after getting drunk. But at this moment, he was drunk one by one, and he would be drunk for a while.

The evening class bells at Lumen Temple in the distance came slowly, and gradually the afterglow of the sunset shone into the window, sprinkling faintly on the blue cloth shirt. The wine in the tile cup was about to end, and Tang Song's eyes were already drunk and hazy.

When only one cup of wine was left, Tang Song poured it slowly on the ground paved with loess in front of the couch.

A cup of wine is used as a sacrifice to commemorate the life of the future generations who have been memorial but lonely but have died.

A cup of wine is used as a sacrifice to pay homage to the Emperor Empress who has nurtured me and nurtured me but will never see me again.

A cup of wine is used as a sacrifice to commemorate the desolate youth that has been busy for twenty-nine years but has been born for some reason and passed away for some reason.

I will use this libation wine to say goodbye to the sad life of later generations. Whether I wish or not, I will be destined to be lost in this ancient world and become an unknown Tang people.

God will not let me down. Since I have given this opportunity to live a resurgence, I will not let the loneliness and regrets of the future generations repeat themselves. I will live a wonderful life without regrets in this ancient world...

The wine cup in his hand fell silently to the ground, and the scattered thoughts in his mind also stopped abruptly. Tang Song's body finally fell on the couch and fell asleep deeply.

This drunkenness has given us goodbye to the past.

This dream will be a brilliant new life.
Chapter completed!