Chapter 6 6. The married daughters of college scholars are different

It has been three full days since the Yunhuqiao Prince's Mansion held a happy event.This time Wang Kaiyun married the seventh daughter, whose real name is Wang E, and whose baby name is Difang, who was born of Mo Liuyun.Difang is twenty years old this year, and she is married to Tijin, the eighth son of the late Sichuan Governor Ding Baozhen. In the eleventh year of Xianfeng, Wang Kaiyun returned to Xiangtan from the capital via Anqing. At that time, Ding Baozhen was serving as the magistrate of Changsha. Hearing the king's name, he came to visit Yunhu bridge in person and respectfully invited him to be his teacher.Two years later, Ding was promoted to be an inspector in Shaanxi, but Wang did not go with him because he did not want to travel far away from home.Soon, Ding was transferred to Shandong again.After arriving in Shandong, the official career was prosperous, and he was promoted from inspector to chief executive, and from chief executive to governor.In the eighth year of Tongzhi, he took the risk of beheading and executed the eunuch An Dehai, which made him famous all over the world.Wang admired Ding's courage and integrity very much, but he was also worried about his future.Unexpectedly, Ding's move was not only not punished by Cixi, but appreciated.In the second year of Guangxu, Ding was promoted to governor of Sichuan.Once in Sichuan, he invited Wang to give lectures.Wang took Mo Liuyun and Liuyun's two daughters, Pu Fang and Di Fang, to go happily, and founded Zunjing Academy in Chengdu.Ding sometimes comes to visit Wang at the academy, because he is an old friend for many years, and Liuyun and his daughters do not avoid it.Ding especially likes Difang, and his eighth son, Da Difang, is one year old.Therefore, the two fathers made this century-old event for their children.Wang Ganding Zhiyu was very diligent in Zunjing Academy. He lived in Zunjing Academy for nine years, trained a large number of talents, and made great contributions to Bashu modern academics.In the tenth year of Guangxu, Ding Baozhen died of illness, and Wang Kaiyun also left Sichuan and returned to Hunan with his family.

Although Ding Baozhen had been dead for eleven years, he had been an official for a long time, his family was well-off, and Ding Tijin's elder brothers had already done quite well in official positions, so this time he came to Xiangtan from his hometown in Pingyuan, Guizhou to welcome his relatives with great ostentation. Also very hearty.Many people came to congratulate Yunhu Bridge, including officials, gentry and celebrities from Xiangtan, relatives of Wang and Cai, friends and disciples of Wang, neighbors around Yunhu Bridge, and Di Fang's uncle who also came from Guangxi. up.Wang Kaiyun has been both happy and sad these days.He was happy to see that his daughter had a good home: her husband's family was a family of officials and officials, famous and wealthy, and her son-in-law was of good character and well-educated.The uncomfortable thing is that my daughter married thousands of miles away, and it will be very difficult to meet again in the future.

Wang Kaiyun has a total of ten daughters, and he treats them equally regardless of whether they are descended from the concubine or the concubine, and there is no distinction between high and low.Every time he gave birth to a daughter, he would formally name them. When they were four or five years old, he would teach them how to read, and when they were eight or nine years old, he would teach them to read ancient poems and ancient words. Among them, those who are intelligent and studious, he also taught them to read "Spring and Autumn", "Historical Records" and "Hanshu", and systematically taught them to recite poems and fill in lyrics.Therefore, all the ten daughters of Wangmen can read and write poems and compositions.Difang resembles her father in both appearance and spirit. She is not only pretty, but also intelligent and virtuous. Among the sisters, she reads the most books and writes the best poems. She is deeply loved by her father.

The sound of drums and music to send off the relatives sounded, and amidst the earth-shattering sound of firecrackers, more than a dozen bridesmaids in red and green, surrounded the bride from the embroidery room like stars and the moon, and came to the main hall.Sitting here is a row of elders from the Wang, Cai, and Mo families. With the support of her younger sister Jintong, Di Fang saluted and bid farewell to the elders one by one.When she walked in front of her father, Di Fang could no longer control herself and burst into tears.Wang Kaiyun stroked his beloved daughter's hand, and couldn't help crying.After a long time, he wiped away his tears and said in a trembling voice: "Difang, today is your big day, don't cry. I was happy in my heart, but I just remembered that at this time today, your mother can't send you off. sad."

Unexpectedly, this sentence brought out the deepest grief in Difang's heart. When she burst into tears, she couldn't hold back. All the elders present were crying, and the son-in-law standing beside him was also quietly wiping away tears.The sound of drum music and firecrackers outside the hall also stopped, Wang Kaiyun didn't try to persuade her, and simply let her daughter cry enough, but squeezed her arms even tighter with both hands.When his daughter's crying gradually subsided, he continued: "The Ding family is a kind and kind family. I have taught him five years of old eight. He is smart and docile. It is you who married into such a family. Father, I and all the elders hope that you, husband and wife, will respect and love each other, have many beautiful children, grow old forever, and be happy for a hundred years."

Listening to her father's thoughtful and loving words, Difang was moved in her heart, and tears poured out like springs. She couldn't say a word when she was full of words, but kept nodding her head to show that she had written it down. "When you go to Ding's house, you don't have to worry about food and clothing in this life. Your mother prepared five boxes of dowry for you before she was alive. If you don’t wear wedding clothes, the future family business will have to be established by you and your wife.” Difang nodded again.Ding Tijin said from the side: "What my father-in-law taught is, we will remember it."

"That being said, I also want to give you some dowry, old father." All the people in the hall are watching, what kind of dowry will Mr. Wang Renqiu give his daughter? Wang Kaiyun ordered the servants beside him: "Bring up the wooden box and show it to Miss Seven." Two servants brought a wooden box.The wooden box was painted with shiny black lacquer, and on the cover was a large round Chinese character "囍" cut out of red paper, wrapped around a piece of red silk, and the red silk formed a peony flower on the character "囍".A servant stepped forward, untied the red silk knot, and lifted the lid of the box.When everyone looked at it, what was placed in the box was not silk and satin, nor gold and silver jewelry, but a neat box of books.This is a married woman, not sending her son to Beijing to take the exam, why send so many books?Everyone didn't say anything, but whispered in their hearts.Wang Kaiyun pointed to the wooden box and asked his daughter: "Difang, you are married far away today, don't you find it strange that my father gave you this box?"

"Not surprising." Difang replied softly. "Do you like it?" Wang Kaiyun asked again. "I like it." Di Fang replied very straightforwardly. "Difang, you are really my good daughter." Wang Kaiyun immediately became very happy, "Everyone says that a woman's lack of talent is virtue, but I don't think so. Many of the 300 poems are written by women. Those lingering poems are more touching than the moans of men and husbands. Women are careful and emotional, and they are suitable for singing. Therefore, from ancient times to the present, there are talented women from generation to generation. You sisters, I will teach you to read three hundred I read Tang Poetry and Song Ci, hoping that firstly, I can use this to cultivate my mind and dispel my worries, and secondly, I can also learn to write a little bit, so that husbands and wives can harmonize, and the piano and instrument will be more harmonious. Thirdly, I can educate my children. The daughters of books are very different from the children of stupid women. When your sisters got married, I gave a few books. You are the best book-reader among the sisters, so I gave more."

Although Ding Baozhen had been dead for eleven years, he had been an official for a long time, his family was well-off, and Ding Tijin's elder brothers had already done quite well in official positions, so this time he came to Xiangtan from his hometown in Pingyuan, Guizhou to welcome his relatives with great ostentation. Also very hearty.Many people came to congratulate Yunhu Bridge, including officials, gentry and celebrities from Xiangtan, relatives of Wang and Cai, friends and disciples of Wang, neighbors around Yunhu Bridge, and Di Fang's uncle who also came from Guangxi. up.Wang Kaiyun has been both happy and sad these days.He was happy to see that his daughter had a good home: her husband's family was a family of officials and officials, famous and wealthy, and her son-in-law was of good character and well-educated.The uncomfortable thing is that my daughter married thousands of miles away, and it will be very difficult to meet again in the future.

Wang Kaiyun has a total of ten daughters, and he treats them equally regardless of whether they are descended from the concubine or the concubine, and there is no distinction between high and low.Every time he gave birth to a daughter, he would formally name them. When they were four or five years old, he would teach them how to read, and when they were eight or nine years old, he would teach them to read ancient poems and ancient words. Among them, those who are intelligent and studious, he also taught them to read "Spring and Autumn", "Historical Records" and "Hanshu", and systematically taught them to recite poems and fill in lyrics.Therefore, all the ten daughters of Wangmen can read and write poems and compositions.Difang resembles her father in both appearance and spirit. She is not only pretty, but also intelligent and virtuous. Among the sisters, she reads the most books and writes the best poems. She is deeply loved by her father.

The sound of drums and music to send off the relatives sounded, and amidst the earth-shattering sound of firecrackers, more than a dozen bridesmaids in red and green, surrounded the bride from the embroidery room like stars and the moon, and came to the main hall.Sitting here is a row of elders from the Wang, Cai, and Mo families. With the support of her younger sister Jintong, Di Fang saluted and bid farewell to the elders one by one.When she walked in front of her father, Di Fang could no longer control herself and burst into tears.Wang Kaiyun stroked his beloved daughter's hand, and couldn't help crying.After a long time, he wiped away his tears and said in a trembling voice: "Difang, today is your big day, don't cry. I was happy in my heart, but I just remembered that at this time today, your mother can't send you off. sad." Unexpectedly, this sentence brought out the deepest grief in Difang's heart. When she burst into tears, she couldn't hold back. All the elders present were crying, and the son-in-law standing beside him was also quietly wiping away tears.The sound of drum music and firecrackers outside the hall also stopped, Wang Kaiyun didn't try to persuade her, and simply let her daughter cry enough, but squeezed her arms even tighter with both hands.When his daughter's crying gradually subsided, he continued: "The Ding family is a kind and kind family. I have taught him five years of old eight. He is smart and docile. It is you who married into such a family. Father, I and all the elders hope that you, husband and wife, will respect and love each other, have many beautiful children, grow old forever, and be happy for a hundred years." Listening to her father's thoughtful and loving words, Difang was moved in her heart, and tears poured out like springs. She couldn't say a word when she was full of words, but kept nodding her head to show that she had written it down. "When you go to Ding's house, you don't have to worry about food and clothing in this life. Your mother prepared five boxes of dowry for you before she was alive. If you don’t wear wedding clothes, the future family business will have to be established by you and your wife.” Difang nodded again.Ding Tijin said from the side: "What my father-in-law taught is, we will remember it." "That being said, I also want to give you some dowry, old father." All the people in the hall are watching, what kind of dowry will Mr. Wang Renqiu give his daughter? Wang Kaiyun ordered the servants beside him: "Bring up the wooden box and show it to Miss Seven." Two servants brought a wooden box.The wooden box was painted with shiny black lacquer, and on the cover was a large round Chinese character "囍" cut out of red paper, wrapped around a piece of red silk, and the red silk formed a peony flower on the character "囍".A servant stepped forward, untied the red silk knot, and lifted the lid of the box.When everyone looked at it, what was placed in the box was not silk and satin, nor gold and silver jewelry, but a neat box of books.This is a married woman, not sending her son to Beijing to take the exam, why send so many books?Everyone didn't say anything, but whispered in their hearts.Wang Kaiyun pointed to the wooden box and asked his daughter: "Difang, you are married far away today, don't you find it strange that my father gave you this box?" "Not surprising." Difang replied softly. "Do you like it?" Wang Kaiyun asked again. "I like it." Di Fang replied very straightforwardly. "Difang, you are really my good daughter." Wang Kaiyun immediately became very happy, "Everyone says that a woman's lack of talent is virtue, but I don't think so. Many of the 300 poems are written by women. Those lingering poems are more touching than the moans of men and husbands. Women are careful and emotional, and they are suitable for singing. Therefore, from ancient times to the present, there are talented women from generation to generation. You sisters, I will teach you to read three hundred I read Tang Poetry and Song Ci, hoping that firstly, I can use this to cultivate my mind and dispel my worries, and secondly, I can also learn to write a little bit, so that husbands and wives can harmonize, and the piano and instrument will be more harmonious. Thirdly, I can educate my children. The daughters of books are very different from the children of stupid women. When your sisters got married, I gave a few books. You are the best book-reader among the sisters, so I gave more." After all, Wang Kaiyun took out a book from the box and said, "This is a Yuan engraving. I bought it at Liulichang in the capital. It is extremely precious. You should keep it carefully." Difang nodded and said, "Thank you, Father, for your kindness." Wang Kaiyun pointed to the other row and said, "These dozen or so books are all Han, Wei, Tang and Song poems copied by me. They were specially written for your mother to read. Many circles and dots on them are written by your mother." .Now I will give it to you for safekeeping, I hope you will see it as if you saw your own face." Difang's eyes were wet again.She took out her handkerchief and slowly wiped away the tears. "There are still a few collections of poetry here, which are very unusual." Wang Kaiyun took out a book from the box, flipped through it, and said to his daughter, "These collections of poetry are the boudoirs of several famous ladies in central Hunan. Poems include "Ciyun Pavilion Poetry Notes" by Zuo Wenxiang's aunt Ciyun and Mrs. Yiduan's sisters, "Fenluchuang Collection" by Mrs. Huimin, Zeng Wenzheng's eldest daughter-in-law, and Mrs. Guo, Zeng Chongbo's mother. "Poetry Collection of Yifang Pavilion", "Chunyinlu Poetry and Ci Collection" by the granddaughter of Yang Shiquan Zhijun, etc., because their family members valued them, they gave me a copy when they were engraved, and asked me to revise them. I read their poems, really I admire them from the bottom of my heart. What they say is the true feelings of the world, and they are not pretentious. This is the real poem. If you have something to write in the future, you can send it to me for a look, and I will modify it for you. After you have two or three hundred poems , father, I will engrave a collection for you, print hundreds of copies and distribute it to relatives and friends, so that everyone will know that old man Renqiu also has a talented woman." When Wang Kaiyun said this, he laughed to himself, and all the guests in the hall laughed happily, and they all said in their hearts: After all, he is a great scholar. The drums outside the hall sounded again, urging everyone to set off.The daughter and son-in-law bowed to the old father again.It was agreed yesterday that the old man will not go to the riverside, so we bid farewell.Seeing his daughter being helped into the sedan chair by two bridesmaids, Wang Kaiyun felt heart-wrenching for a while, thinking about the farewell and wondering whether he would meet again in this life.Regardless of everyone's dissuasion, he insisted on sending his daughter to the riverside.The sons and daughters were helpless, so they had to quickly lift out the sedan chair stored at home, help him into the sedan chair, and amidst the sound of drums and drums, the sending team walked more than ten miles to the wharf by the Xiangjiang River.Difang stepped out of the sedan chair, and came to her father's sedan chair with her husband and son-in-law. Weeping, she thanked her parents for their kindness to Ju Yu for twenty years, and asked her father to take care of her. Sitting in the sedan chair, Wang Kaiyun listened to his daughter's farewell words, and thousands of emotions rushed into his heart.He suppressed the tears and said to his daughter: "When your sisters got married, I asked them to recite "Li Sao" before they got on the sedan chair. You saw this with your own eyes. Don’t violate this family rule today. Father, I pity you for marrying far away. I feel sad. I don’t want you to recite "Li Sao". I wrote "Yuanmingyuan Ci" when I was middle-aged. You like it the most and you recite it very well. Familiar. Every time you recite "Old Summer Palace Ci" in front of me when I was young, I am happier than hearing a hundred words of compliment from others. Let’s go far away today, and you can recite it in front of my father again!" "Okay." Di Fang agreed docilely, calmed down a little, cleared her throat, and started to recite. "Fireflies fly in Yichun Garden, Jianzhang Changle Liushiwei. The Li Palace has always been dedicated to Yuyu, so where is the imperial residence in the suburbs? The old pond is clear and green, swallows and thistles are flowing, Xima Sorghum is a nomadic land. The former capital of Yuan Dynasty, the town of Beifan Xishan embraces the spirit of the king. The dust rises from the Jiuqu to the sky, and the star moves to the side of the Big Dipper. The ditches are filled with silt and turned into bittern, and the palace reflects the belt to find the source of the spring. Hong sees Danling Pan, and Pituo first rises from Changchun Garden... ..." The bustling riverside wharf just now was quiet and peaceful for a while, only the sweet and graceful voice of the newlyweds in the palace recited poems spreading in all directions.This is not a scene of marrying a daughter, it is clearly the teacher in the academy who is supervising the students.As Wang Kaiyun listened, his old eyes gradually dimmed. It seemed to be the Chengdu Zunjing Academy more than ten years ago, and the seven or eight-year-old yellow-haired girl was reciting "Moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground", and it seemed to be four or five years ago. Nanchang Yuzhang Academy, the innocent girl is reciting "Yuanyuanqu".Years go by, children grow up, wives and concubines pass away, and people are old. Life is really like a dream, and it will come to an end in a short time.However, this is a helpless sorrow, and the salary cannot be endless. As long as the fire can be passed on, it is worth gratifying.Thinking of this, a desire to find a successor arises spontaneously. "Every year I look at the spring grass on the road, and I am sad to the flowers and birds everywhere. The jade girl throws a pot and laughs and sings, and the golden cup throws wine until dawn..." "Difang, forget it, don't memorize it anymore, get on the boat! Be careful along the way, and when you arrive in Pingyuan, remember to report a safe family letter." The landlord Xiangqi, who has always been open-minded, soon came to his senses in the face of the irresistible and eternal laws of the universe.He was no longer sad, and told his daughter to come aboard.He wanted to end this time-consuming and exhausting wedding ceremony as soon as possible, so he went to Shitangpu one day earlier.