Okay, try harder, after all, I am a Confucian scholar, so I can't be like my aunt and uncle, who say yes right away.

Xi Ning picked up the round fan and shook it, understanding it with reason and emotion: "Mr. Huang also takes care of Mr. Zhong every day. As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father, it really makes this county take the initiative. It seems.

Mr. Zhong is not young anymore, and Mr. Huang should pay more attention to whether there is a suitable one, otherwise it will be delayed once the age is over. Otherwise, Mr. Zhong will be the teacher of this volunteer school. "

He turned his head and said, "Come here! Bring the things you have prepared."

A small box was placed on the pallet. The box was open and contained silver. It was brought to Huang Handle.

"This is..." Huang Bing looked at the silver in the box, and then looked at the county owner.

Xi Ning said slowly: "I have heard about Huang Confucianism for a long time, and I also like Mr. Zhong's paintings. Here is the two hundred taels of pen fee. I beg Mr. Huang and Mr. Zhong to paint one together. Mr. Huang must agree!"

Huang Bing became embarrassed. Miss Wang had seen this before, and it was quite good. Zhong Shuo, a piece of wood, talked eloquently about paintings, but Miss Wang was not bored at all. Instead, she commented on it from time to time. In the future, they should be like-minded and harmonious.

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But with only two hundred taels of silver, how could he marry someone with a dowry of five thousand taels?

Xining smiled and said meaningfully: "Ms. Wang's uncle, Mr. Deng, is still at the Yuelai Inn in the county. I will write a letter of appointment and hire Mr. Zhong as a volunteer teacher. Please bring it to Mr. Huang.

Show it to him. Tell him that when he sees this letter of appointment, he should know what I want."

Huang Bing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately bowed: "Then Huang will accept the disrespect, and is willing to paint for the county lord together with the fool!"

Xining smiled: "I think it will be the icing on the cake, and it will make a beautiful full moon."

After all, Zhong Shuo is a scholar. With the Huang Handle recommendation, he will definitely be promising in the future. And the county master secretly approves it. In addition to the previous mess, Mr. Deng will definitely go to the palace to propose marriage. Then Mr. Wang will have to agree!

Huang Bing returned to the study, took the money and the engagement letter, and took Zhong Shuo to the Yuelai Inn to find Mr. Deng.

As soon as Mr. Deng saw the letter of appointment, he thought about it and agreed. Huang Bing struck while the iron was hot and went to find a matchmaker and asked the matchmaker and Mr. Deng to go to the palace to propose marriage.

Mr. Deng was really awesome. He blew his beard and glared: "Is two hundred taels of gift money still a small amount? When you married my little sister, you only had two hundred taels of silver! No matter how much money you have, you will marry my niece in the future."

Mr. Wang was almost annoyed to death, so he agreed and exchanged birthdays and horoscopes on the spot.

I took a test from a fortune teller and found that the horoscopes matched.

On the third day, Zhong Shuo came to the door with the betrothal gift. Even if it was in a hurry, three letters and six gifts were indispensable. In addition to two hundred taels of silver, there were also various comprador gifts according to the rules, including live geese.

Where did the comprador's money come from? Of course it was the money for free teaching given by the county boss, and he actually gave it all for a year in one go. For this, Huang Bing also gave Zhong Shuo fifty taels. After all, the money was given to Zhong Shuo by the county boss.

He only gave it to Zhong Shuo for his own sake, so he should give a little more. After all, Zhong Shuo's parents died, and in the past two years, he has treated Zhong Shuo as his adopted son.

As soon as he saw the given days, Mr. Wang immediately glared: "Are you getting married next month?"

Mr. Deng is also very powerful: "My mother, Mrs. Deng, is already old. If you allow her to see the granddaughter she cares about most get married, you have fulfilled your filial piety, and you have not failed my poor little sister."

When this matter came into play with filial piety and the fact that the grass on the grave was as tall as a man's dead wife, Mr. Wang simply lost the energy to argue.

At that time, the fortune teller rolled his eyes and immediately understood the meaning. He muttered to his beard that there would be more good days in the next month, and gave a few days that were all in August. Mrs. Huang, who was busy with this, even gave the fortune teller an extra sling of money.

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The date was chosen after the Mid-Autumn Festival. Now that the dust has settled, we are waiting for the time to get married.

And there are even greater fluctuations in the county...

At the street corner, this paper was posted, and a group of people gathered around to look at it.

"What's written on it?"

"Go and ask the gentleman who wrote the letter to come and read it."

In this era, most people did not have the opportunity to study. They had to pay tuition fees to go to school, which cost a lot of money. Moreover, there were no civil service examinations, they were all recommended. Therefore, very few people could read.

The gentleman who writes letters for people came over and looked at the paper.

The person next to me became anxious and urged: "Sir, tell me what is written on it!"

"No hurry, no rush~" The gentleman touched his goatee and squinted his eyes: "The writing is really good..."

"Who asked you to read the words? What is written?" People around me were itching and almost scratching their heads and ears.

"It says that the county is running a volunteer school." Amid the exclamations, the gentleman shook his head and read: "Anyone aged five to twenty years old can attend. The three best candidates will be evaluated each month and rewarded with written and ink sketches.

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Soon the news spread throughout the county, and people discussed it when they had free time. After tea and dinner, they even discussed it while lying down because of the fever.

Especially when eating with a bowl in hand, the couple is often talking.

"Dad, why don't you ask my dog ​​to listen too."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You can barely eat, and you're wearing rags to attend classes?"

"It's all written. Clothes can be torn but must be washed. It doesn't matter whether you're a man or a woman. I want to attend the class and learn how to read!"

"Just you? Just calm down. You go and listen to the class. Who will do the work? Let the dog listen. He can recognize two characters."

The speed was also fast, and three days later, a layer of oilcloth was pulled over the dead end where the horses had been parked. There was a mat and documents at the end.

When the time came in the morning, a group of children came happily.

There was a house slave at the entrance of the alley. After seeing that the children's clothes, hands and faces were clean one by one, they were put in. A house slave inside directed the children to sit on the straw mats spread on the ground in order.

When everyone was almost done, Zhong Shuo came out, sat on the teacher's seat, and started teaching.

Bamboo slips with writing on them were passed around in turns, and people passing by outside could often hear the sounds of children reading inside.

After the children finished learning, the studious one took a stick and wrote on the ground: "This is the character for field, and this is the character for mountain."

This makes adults who may not even know a single Chinese character very happy. They even say that reading is good.

"County Lord, please use it!" A cup of tea was brought. Jing'er secretly muttered, is this kind of hot water that can be used to brew tea leaves taste good?

Xining quickly took it, blew on the tea leaves still floating on it, and took a sip... Well, not bad, although there is still a little difference, but at least it is drinkable. Compared with those matcha powder soups with added salt, this one is better

Drink too much.

After drinking half of the drink, he went to refill the water. Xining leaned on the soft pillow very contentedly, listening to the singing of the singer next to him. He picked up the list of goods purchased this time and looked at it. The combination of work and rest, the intersection of bitterness and joy, this is

Life.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Miss Wang is getting married!
Chapter completed!