After hearing what his aunt said, his uncle seemed to have come to his senses!

He counted the numbers with his fingers and couldn't help but shook his head and said: "It seems that many things in my family are related to Ping'er. Rice, fairy stove, fairy charcoal, fairy soap, and now there is Huaxianzi gouache, Huaxianzi soap, these are all

Ping'er gave it to him for free. Think about it, what did we give to Ping'er? We just introduced him to Yuan Xuezheng, but he became one of Yuan Xuezheng's most proud disciples by virtue of his own abilities. As an elder, I am an uncle.

You can't even say a single harsh word in front of Ping'er. Besides, our daughters are not the daughters of a wealthy family."

At this point, the uncle's face was full of bitterness. He rubbed his forehead with his hands and said painfully: "If I am not wrong, facing such a monster and excellent Ping'er, it is a blessing for Mei'er to be an equal wife."

Blessed."

My aunt's face turned pale, she took a few steps back, and couldn't help but sit down on the chair, with tears in her eyes.

She thought for a while, moved her body and came to her uncle's side again, leaning her head on his shoulder.

She spoke softly and looked at her uncle and asked, "Doesn't the official have any other options?"

The uncle couldn't help but smile bitterly, pointing to the book in the hand of the maid who had turned around, and said: "Madam, do you think that Hua Xianzi gouache and Hua Xianzi soap are the big gifts? No, no, in fact, compared with the book in Ping'er's hand, they are simply insignificant. Because

Ping'er gave me a gift I can't refuse."

My aunt's eyes widened, her head suddenly left her uncle's shoulder, she stood up, grabbed the book from the maid's hand, flipped through it a few times, then frowned and asked: "It's just a bad book, so what?"

This is a gift that the official cannot refuse."

She really couldn't understand the meaning.

The uncle carefully took the book from his aunt, carefully smoothed the cover and the content inside which had been crumpled by his aunt, and then placed the book reverently on the desk!

After looking at the other books on the bookcase, the uncle said: "Although it is not as good as the Four Books and Five Classics, Three Hundred Long and Short Sentences is a collection of all the poems since Taibai's "Bodhisattva Man" and is a representative work of various schools.

You can savor and appreciate everything here. It can be said that if you read "Three Hundred Long and Short Sentences" carefully, you will be able to compose lyrics to a certain extent. This book is a must-read Bible for determining lyrics and lyrics!"

My uncle later concluded its value.

"Perhaps for some people who like to write lyrics and love lyrics, it is even comparable to the Four Books and Five Classics. Madam, can you tell me whether this book is the heaviest gift?"

My aunt nodded, couldn't help but look at the book carefully, then picked up the Shulin desk, followed her uncle's example and gently stroked the book. After thinking about it for a while, she frowned in confusion and asked, "This book is indeed a good book, but...

How can it become a gift that officials cannot refuse?"

The uncle walked a few steps in the bookstore, looked in the direction of Lin'an, then looked back at the book and said in a heavy tone: "I wonder if you have heard a rumor that the imperial court is planning to distribute the gifts to Jinshi in order to reduce redundant staff and financial burdens.

The number of examinations has been reduced from three to five or even six. Think about it, this move has cut off the career paths of many scholars."

My aunt's face was pale, her eyes showed an unbelievable look, and with tears in her eyes she pointed at her uncle and said, "The official has only passed the examination twice. Is there no hope?"

The uncle walked heavily in the room and said: "I used to think so too, is this my life? I couldn't help but feel confused after reading so much all day long. But after reading this book, I kindled hope again, and

You can also bypass the examination and directly obtain the qualification of Tongjinshi. Madam, think about it, is this book a gift that my husband cannot refuse?"

My aunt's face suddenly glowed with dazzling light, she nodded, and then she thought for a while and asked: "But how to obtain the qualification of being a fellow Jinshi?"

The uncle pointed at the book and said: "This will take a lot of effort. First, add a brief introduction to the poet; second, give an introduction to the environment when the lyrics were written; third, mark the unpopular and obscure words. Finally, properly edit the words.

Chapters will be added and deleted, but the overall content will still be controlled at 300. In this way, won’t my husband be able to sign the chapter naturally?”

My aunt caressed the book and touched it gently, and then asked puzzledly: "But how can I get the same Jinshi degree?"

The uncle had no choice but to patiently explain: "Since this book is the Bible in Ci, should I dedicate it to the imperial court? The imperial court will naturally reward it, and the best reward gift for a scholar is to give him a family background, so it is not difficult to become a Jinshi."

The heavy boulder in my aunt's heart was finally completely lifted. After smiling like a flower, she frowned and sighed and said: "I am finally completely relieved that I am an official, but what about Ping'er?"

The uncle patted the slender hand that was still holding the book, blushed a little and said embarrassedly: "This is a big gift specially given to uncle by Ping'er. This big gift is obviously a trap, but I have to jump into it."

My aunt rolled her eyes at her uncle, put down the book in her hand, took out an envelope, raised it to her uncle, and said happily: "Meier also received a letter. As a father, guess what the content is?"

The uncle reached out to pick up the letter, but his aunt dodged him. He looked at the letter and found that it had been opened. He looked at his aunt's face carefully, and a smile appeared on his face: "The letter, madam, has been opened. I see that you are in a good mood. Is this good news?

"

My aunt gave her uncle another roll of her eyes, nodded and said, "You're right again." Mei'er and Jiang Ying were learning "A Smile from the Sea" and "Butterfly Lovers" from the girl, and said they would play it for their parents to listen to after they learned it well.

What’s even more surprising is that Meier said that she also owns a share of the Flower Fairy Gouache and Flower Fairy Soap.”

At this point, my aunt said a little unhappily:

"Officer, when my wife is happy for Mei'er, she feels unfair. Isn't Mei'er Ping'er's cousin? Why are the shares this time the same as those of his two maids, Cuizhu and Lan'er, and Lan'er?

The two maids Er and Cuizhu have more shares in fairy furnaces, fairy charcoal and the like than she did before?"

The aunt obviously felt sorry for her precious daughter.

"Guanren, Mei'er is your only precious daughter. She is also Ping'er's only cousin. How can she be worse than those maids?"

After saying that, my aunt twisted the tender flesh around my uncle's waist a few times, asking him to answer properly.

The uncle first took the letter and looked at it. After nodding, he hurriedly grabbed the evil hand of his aunt!

After thinking for a while, the uncle said with a wry smile: "Your precious daughter can't do anything except play a musical instrument? Just cut flowers and get 1% of the shares. What's the difference between this and giving it away? Besides, it's just a gift.

The extra shares of the two maids were obtained by Meier before she left."

In order to reassure his aunt, his uncle emphasized the value of flower fairies.

"Hua Xianzi Gouache and Hua Xianzi Soap are now so expensive, and they are very likely to surpass me in the future. Your precious daughter has only been around for less than ten days, and you can earn so much wealth. Why do you, a mother-in-law, still...

Not satisfied? And Cuizhu and Lan'er are the personal maids of Xiaomei and Ping'er, why can't they get shares?"

My aunt's slender hands turned hard around her uncle's waist several times, and she said with great reluctance: "In any case, Mei'er is Ping'er's only blood cousin. How can this be like this? Where does this put your uncle's face?

ah?"

The uncle couldn't help covering his face with his sleeves, and made a "humming" sound in his mouth: "Madam, Ping'er treats our family so well, and Madam has to make excessive demands. Where are you going to put my husband's face aside?"

The aunt "spit" at the uncle and happily took the maid to her circle of ladies to show off.

And Yuan Xue is carefully reading "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and the scrolls "Reading for the Rise of the Song Dynasty" given by Zhao Jie, "Expulsion of the Huru and Return to China", "The sound of reading in the wind and rain, the sound of reading is heard; household affairs"

National affairs and world affairs, care about everything!"

Yuan Xuezheng’s reaction far exceeded that of his uncle!

After beating his chest and feet, he knelt on the ground and worshiped in the direction of Lin'an. He couldn't help but murmured with tears in his eyes: "The emperor and heaven are above, and I can't thank you enough; the earth is below, and I can't repay you. The sky has eyes, and I, the Song Dynasty, can save me."

.” Then keep repeating these actions.

Zhao Jie was frightened and had no choice but to imitate Yuan Xuezheng's movements and thank the Emperor and Empress Tu.

Yuan Xue was acting crazy. Not only did he not see Zhao Jie's actions, but he also completely turned a blind eye when his wife Yuan Qian, who had specially applied the flower fairy gouache scented with crabapple flowers, came to him.

Seeing Zhao Jie going crazy with his officials, Yuan Qian finally couldn't bear it after a stick of incense passed by. He coughed heavily, finally waking Yuan Xuezheng out of his madness.

Yuan Xuezheng saw Zhao Jie who was worshiping with him, and finally remembered the purpose of his visit.

He came to the desk and asked Yuan Qian to ask the maid to get water to wash her hands. Then he burned incense and played a calming mantra, which finally calmed down his mind like a galloping horse!

He spread out the rice paper, took a few deep breaths, suddenly exerted his strength, and wrote "Reading for the Rise of the Song Dynasty", "Expulsion of the Huru and Return to China", "The sound of reading with the sound of wind and rain filling my ears" in one breath.

; Family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs, care about everything."

Then he wrapped it carefully and handed it to Zhao Jie.

"Three Hundred Tang Poems" was left by Yuan Xuezheng. After reading it carefully, he said: "This book is good, but there is no introduction to the poet, no description of the environment in which the poem was written and the poet's psychological experience, and no notes on obscure words. This is

I will leave the letter to make up for these regrets. As for the security team, I will go to the government with you to apply in writing tomorrow."

After saying that, he picked up the tea bowl, Zhao Jie bowed and said goodbye, and settled in a small rented courtyard near the east gate.

The next day, Yuan Xuezheng and Zhao Jie bypassed the county magistrate Liu Ang and went directly to the public house of the county magistrate Xin Zhicai, where they had a chat.

Yuan Xuezheng asked Zhao Jie to present the scrolls "Reading for the Rise of the Song Dynasty", "Expulsion of the Barbarians and Returning China", "The sound of reading with the sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading; family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, everything is concerned"

.

Xin Zhicai and his staff gently stroked the scroll with their hands. After carefully looking at the Song style and content, they kept saying "tsk tsk" in wonder. Then they looked back at Yuan Xuezheng and said: "I had known that there were rumors in Sichuan that Changzhou Weijie Haozhi's calligraphy was unique. Today
Chapter completed!