August is coming in a blink of an eye.

A peaceful life always makes people imagine.

In addition to reading, practicing calligraphy and writing articles every day, Xu Yan does the most things he does is meditation.

This habit came from the previous life and has been preserved.

Xu Yan believes that meditation can calm himself down and think better about what he needs to do in the future.

To a certain extent, this has the same meaning as the meditation advocated by Wang Shouren.

It seems that he did not insult the name of Wang Xue's disciple.

On that day, he was meditating when Mr. Qian suddenly found him and said that an old friend wanted to see him.

Xu Yan couldn't help but be surprised. What old friends do he have in Hangzhou?

When he came to the hall with doubts, Xu Yan suddenly realized.

It turns out that this old friend is Yang Pengju.

It is naturally a business matter that Yang Pengju suddenly found Xu Yan.

Since last time he went to Jingdezhen, Jiangxi to sell a batch of porcelain, he has been wondering how to open a market with Zhejiang, especially Hangzhou.

After racking my brains to think, the little fat man finally came up with a solution.

"Brother, I want to find someone to sell these porcelain to local scholarly families. But they definitely don't want it if it's too ordinary. I was wondering if I could make some scenes of fire books into illustrations so that they could attract attention."

Xu Yan thought that this was indeed a way.

"But these porcelains have been glazed, so it's not easy to fire again, right?"

Xu Yan naturally raised doubts.

"You don't have to worry about this brother. I have a connection with Jingdezhen. I have already decided to open a kiln in Hangzhou to burn the kiln myself. Whatever it is like this is up to me to burn it."

Xu Yan was very surprised.

"You want to open a kiln? This is probably a lot of money, right?"

"What's the matter? Isn't this money just for spending?"

Yang Pengju said dismissively: "If you don't spend it, then take it to see it? Besides, the kiln is not as expensive as you think, big brother."

"Brother Pengju, you didn't hide this from Uncle Shi?"

Xu Yan was still a little worried.

"Look at what you said, "Brother, how dare I do such a big thing if the old man doesn't agree with it."

Yang Pengju swallowed and said, "I spent a high price to dig a group of craftsmen from Jingdezhen, specializing in making porcelain."

Xu Yan nodded.

Not to mention, the little fat man looks a little bit.

"You said you wanted to draw a scene on porcelain, and that's not impossible."

Xu Yan has been thinking about how to broaden the sales route. Now it seems that what the fat man said is not a route.

"There is a new book called "The Stone" which depicts the scenes that are extremely elegant and beautiful, suitable for painting on porcelain."

Yang Pengju was overjoyed when he saw Xu Yan agreeing.

"Very good!"

He swallowed and said, "Brother, you just need to give me some of the manuscripts you want to draw, and I will handle the rest. No need for the latest ones, just print them!"

After a moment of pause, Yang Pengju continued: "By the way, brother, I heard that there will be a tide of Qiantang in a few days. Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Qiantang tide?"

It’s not bad to say that Xu Yan had never really seen the Qiantang River tide in his previous life, but he had heard of it.

That kind of shock is completely unaware of without personal experience.

There is a chance in this life, and it seems a pity if you don’t go and see it.

After thinking for a while, he said to Yang Pengju, "Let's do this, I will have a leave of absence from my mentor later. If I can take a leave of absence, I will go with you."

Yang Pengju was overjoyed when he heard this: "The Qiantang tide is very imposing, brother, don't miss it."

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I remember watching the tide for a long time, and the people in the country are fighting for the river. I wonder if the sea is gone, and the sound of drums on the faces is filled with air. The tide-player stands at the head of the waves, holding the red flag in his hand and keeps the red flag in his hands. Don’t look at it in the dream, but the dream is still heartbreaking.

Every year, around the 15th to 18th Mid-Autumn Festival, the Qiantang River is the most tide.

Xu Yan claimed leave to Mr. Qian and went to watch the tide with Yang Pengju.

Both Yang Pengju and Xu Yan were watching the tide for the first time, so they were naturally very excited.

Although it is crowded, it is not diminished at all.

"Brother, look, the tide is coming!"

Although the little fat man is not tall, he can still see it while standing on tiptoe.

As for some children, they are better for watching by their parents on their shoulders.

From a distance, the tide is just a white line.

As the tide gets closer, the force is coming like a wild horse galloping in thousands of troops.

As the tide approached, there were two people as high as the top of the tide.

Xu Yan's heart was in his throat, but Yang Pengju was so scared that his legs were weak.

"The 18th tide of August is spectacular. The Kunpeng water hits three thousand miles, and the training drives 100,000 men. The red flag and green covers are connected to each other in the late Ming Dynasty, and the black sand and white waves are swallowed up. Life is in a difficult situation. I hope you can hear this and add a candle, and the white robe outside the door is like a swan."

Someone suddenly chanted Su Dongpo's "Viewing Zhejiang Waves", but it was very appropriate.

The tide hit the shore, like a storm of waves. Even Xu Yan's clothes were wet.

"Friend Xu, are you here too?"

There is a prerequisite for scholars in the Ming Dynasty to be called friends, that is, they must be scholars.

Xu Yan looked in the voice, but saw Su Zhan greeting him, with a smile on his face.

Su Zhan is from Qiantang County, Hangzhou Prefecture. He was impressed by Xu Yan's talent during the Gushan Poetry Festival. The two became friends.

It was him who was reciting poems just now.

"Friend Su is here to watch the trend, too."

Xu Yan smiled and said, "This Qiantang tide is really unparalleled in the world."

Su Zhan nodded and agreed, "Thunder gathered on the sea, and the waterfall in the middle of the river was everywhere. The ancients did not deceive me."

As if he was aroused by interest, Su Zhan instigated: "This is the situation, why don't Xu's friend write a poem to enhance his momentum?"

"this..."

Xu Yan looked embarrassed.

"My friend Xu will give you one song, and friend Xu will give you one song!"

Seeing this, Su Zhan began to smile and whisper.

Although the people behind him were unclear, they still agreed.

Seeing that the situation was not to be violated, Xu Yan carried his back with one hand behind him and walked and chanted:

"The surging waves of Penglai, flying high and shaking, the palace of the Song family. Who is so excited? Lingxu is angry and makes the crown rush. Every little sail is lifted, and the sound of drums in the sea gate is starting to come. It is like thousands of wind and horses rushing to surpass the silver saddle."

After Xu Yan chanted, Su Zhan repeatedly applauded.

"What a song that is full of Jianghong! Xu's friend was so impressed by the momentum of Qiantang tide. What is the number one talented man in Ningbo? I think it is not an exaggeration to call Xu's friend the number one talented man in Jiangnan."

Faced with Su Zhan's praise, Xu Yan was amused and crying.

The scope of Jiangnan is very large. Strictly speaking, Nanzhili, Zhejiang and Jiangxi, and part of Huizhou can be called Jiangnan.

The name of the number one talented man in Jiangnan is really too big.

This is simply a praising!

It’s enough to be famous, but it’s not a good thing to be too famous.

"My friend Su is too good. Xu is ashamed of being accused of taking responsibility."

Xu Yan said modestly: "Xu was moved by the Qiantang tide and wrote a song to make you laugh."

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Chapter completed!