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Chapter 502: The Happiness of a Stamp Collector
Why did Ou Zanghua slow down the pace of house raids?
Because all the families around Yingtian Prefecture that were closely tied to Prince Ning had been raided, the military camps on the outskirts of the city were full to the brim.

This was also the reason why the Poyang Lake Navy was transferred to Yingtian Prefecture. Ou Zanghua needed them to transport a batch of supplies and young and middle-aged people to the Liaodong Peninsula.

The forest resources in the Liaodong Peninsula are very rich today, with century-old giant trees everywhere. What is lacking is lumberjacks. This group of young and middle-aged men were the ones who went there to cut down trees and provide construction materials for the subsequent large forces.

It is already October now, so the mission of the Poyang Lake Navy is to first transfer the supplies from Yingtian Prefecture to Tianjin Wei, and then escort them to Funing by Tianjin Wei, and then send them to Gaizhou City by sea in the early spring of next year.

After listening to the statement, Qian Zhongyi and others expressed their opinions and promised not to let the trust down.

Among them, many had traveled to Tianjin with Ou Zanghua in the sixth year of Zhengde, and they were very familiar with this route.

Ou Zanghua naturally believed in them. After giving them a few words of encouragement, he told them to get ready and set off in two days while the weather was still good.

Xiang Danian stood up and walked out with Qian Zhongyi and the other two. During his stay in the northwest, he collected a lot of precious gifts, thinking of honoring his master and his mistress. At first, he planned to let his eldest brother take them back, but after learning that his eldest brother had no intention of returning to the north in the near future, he decided to entrust Qian Zhongyi to convey these gifts to the capital.

Yu Dayou was sitting there fidgeting. According to etiquette, he should go with Brother Qian and the others, but he didn't want to leave just like that after finally meeting his idol.

So I was just struggling, neither sitting nor standing.

Ou Zanghua couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and then he asked, "Where did Dayou learn from?"

"My sword and stick techniques were taught by Master Li Liangqin, the master of the 'Jingchu Long Sword.'" Yu Dayou immediately replied with a fist salute.

"Judging from the way you talk, you should have some achievements under your belt, right?" Ou Zanghua nodded. He had never heard of Li Liangqin, but Yu Dayou's swordsmanship was quite good, so he guessed that he was a capable man.

"Yes, I passed the exam last year by chance." Yu Dayou nodded and continued, "Now I am studying the Book of Changes and military books under Mr. Lin Fulin and Mr. Xuzhou."

Ou Zanghua looked a bit confused. Who is Lin Fu?

Who is Mr. Xuzhou?
Wang Yangming, who was standing by, smiled and said, "So you are Zhao Benxue's disciple!"

"Brother Wang, do you know this person?" Upon hearing this, Ou Zanghua immediately handed over a ladder.

Wang Yangming introduced gently: "He is also a remarkable man, a descendant of the royal family of Zhao Song, a descendant of Emperor Taizu of Song who migrated to Quanzhou during the Southern Song Dynasty. He is proficient in Yixue and the Art of War."

"Then Dayou has found the right teacher." After hearing this, Ou Zanghua nodded.

Yu Dayou touched his head and laughed twice, saying, "Mr. Xuzhou is amazing. I have learned a lot from following him."

Wang Yangming saw Ou Zanghua's interest in talent and decided to give him a push: "I admire Xuzhou's military theory and his insights into the Art of War. But the battlefield is different, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it changes rapidly. So if you only learn theory but lack practice, you will never be able to put it into practice, and it will be even more difficult to display your talents in actual combat."

Seeing Yu Dayou's unhappy expression and about to speak, Wang Yangming stopped him with a smile and said, "My dear Yu, please don't think that I am offending your teacher. I have also said this to Xuzhou in person."

In the 12th year of the Zhengde reign, when Wang Yangming was the governor of southern Jiangxi and the general manager of the military and political affairs of Ting and Zhang Prefectures, he went to Zhangnan to quell the rebellion and proposed the establishment of Pinghe County. Zhangzhou was next to Quanzhou, so Zhao Benxue spent some time to meet Wang Yangming.

Yu Dayou was stunned for a moment, then stood up and bowed, saying, "I have no intention of disrespecting Mr. Wang, but since this concerns the reputation of my master, I would like to have a debate with Mr. Wang."

"My master is not just an armchair strategist. He has emphasized that one cannot win a battle just by reading military books. But if one wants to win, one must study and research military books. Only by thoroughly understanding the essence of military books and applying them in combination with changes on the battlefield can one increase the possibility of victory."

"That's right," Wang Yangming nodded and said, "This is what I reminded Xu Zhou of."

“Ah???” Yu Dayou was stunned and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Ou Zanghua, who was sitting aside, couldn't help laughing out loud, and took over the conversation and said, "You go and have a rest over there first!" "Yes, Mr. Wang, I'm sorry!" Yu Dayou came back to his senses, bowed quickly, and walked out of the pavilion quickly.

Wang Yangming said cheerfully, "I would like to congratulate Junior Brother Ou in advance on having a good disciple."

"Brother Wang, are you so sure?"

"Of course!"

The two continued to have in-depth exchanges on many issues concerning Northwest governance. Although their views did not completely coincide on many specific issues, their exchanges were extremely harmonious and pleasant.

When the sun set and shone on the river, Wang Yangming looked at Ou Zanghua and said with a little reluctance: "Junior Brother Ou, I came here today not only to have a good chat, but also to say goodbye to you."

"Tomorrow I will set off for Jiangxi to arrange for the families to go north. When we can meet next time will depend on God's will!"

“I believe it won’t take long!”

Ou Zanghua picked up the teacup and toasted Wang Yangming, saying, "I am your junior brother here, I wish you a safe journey! In addition, I have a small request, I hope you can fulfill it."

Wang Yangming smiled when he heard this and said, "Oh? If the request is too demanding, I won't agree to it."

Ou Zanghua laughed and said, "Haha... For Senior Brother, this request is as easy as pie. I only ask that Senior Brother leave a copy of your calligraphy for me as a souvenir."

"This request is indeed simple!" Wang Yangming agreed with a big laugh. After the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were prepared, he did not think twice before splashing ink freely and finished it in one go:
The mountains above the river are bathed in the clear sunlight, and the trees along the river emit the sounds of autumn.

Don't take breaking up lightly, because you know when we will meet again.

Wang Yangming was well versed in the methods of the ancients, and advocated "using writing to express one's heart". He had viewed the authentic works of famous calligraphers from the Jin, Tang, Song and Yuan dynasties, and was particularly good at regular and cursive scripts. His cursive script was even known for its beauty of "the graceful soaring of a phoenix and the coiling of a dragon".

This farewell poem was written in cursive script.

Ou Zanghua came closer to admire it, and felt that the characters were graceful and flexible, and the structure was tight inside and loose outside, which was quite like "the unity of Tao and instrument to produce nature". He could not help but praise it, "It is a good poem, and even better calligraphy! It is so good that it would be kept secret even if the family property was confiscated."

"That's not necessary!" Wang Yangming was very happy to see that Ou Zanghua liked it, but he was also shocked after hearing his words.

Then, he handed the pen to Ou Zanghua and said with a smile: "Please leave a copy of your calligraphy too, Junior Brother Ou!"

"Then I'd rather obey your command!" Ou Zanghua took the pen with a smile, and Wang Yangming spread out the white paper for him.

He thought for a moment before writing:

Reed flowers dance like snow and reflect on the water, a song of sorrow is sung while I am drunk.

It’s so hard to find true friends in a foreign land as we often say goodbye to them.

There is no age limit for friendship in life, so why do we need to have resonance when talking about friends?

Ou Zanghua is good at regular script and running script. Every stroke is light yet powerful, like a clear spring in the mountains, gurgling and flowing. It has a sense of freshness and refinement, while retaining the lively beauty of life.

Wang Yangming accepted the calligraphy with great joy. He liked the farewell poem and the calligraphy even more!
(End of this chapter)