It goes without saying who the superior of Yongshun County is. Only then did Chen Ping realize that the source of the ruin of Huating Academy was not in Yongshun County, but in Qianzhou.
Thinking about it, Huating Academy and Jiangxia Academy are also somewhat related, and their disciples are not something that a small Yongshun County Yamen can control.
The county magistrate and Chief Huang didn't dare to deceive themselves. If this was the case, things would be a bit tricky.
After receiving this key information, Chen Ping did not stay in the Yamen for any longer, but he did not immediately go to the Qianzhou Prefecture's residence in Sanjiang Prefecture, but went to Qingsong Town and returned to Nanxi Village.
In May and June, Nanxi Village in Qingsong Town has beautiful scenery and lush mountains and forests. It is also a rare place for health preservation.
Of course, this is from the perspective of the literati who do not need to worry about food. In the eyes of the local people, there are only fields and crops.
That's what the old man of the Chen family is like.
Since his grandson won the imperial examination, the status of the Chen family in Nanxi Village and even Qingsong Town has suddenly improved, attracting many former villagers to come to seek refuge. Not only did he, an illiterate old man, also gain the respect of the villagers.< /p>
Every time he walked on the road, the villagers passing by would respectfully call him "old lady". In the past, Chen Qinghe would never have dreamed of doing so.
On this day, he was taking care of his three-thirds of the vegetable plot at the head of the field. Although he was an old man, he was still strong. The habit of digging and eating in the fields for decades was not something that could be changed in a short time.
Therefore, even though his sons successively bought family properties in the town, he, the old man of the Chen family, still insisted on staying in the village.
After working with a hoe for half an hour, Chen Qinghe felt a soreness in his waist and back, so he tremblingly returned to the thatched shed to cool down and rest.
In this daze, he dozed off until Chen Qinghe heard someone calling him.
"Old lady, old lady!"
"Your eldest grandson is back and won the top prize!"
The news in the countryside is always not so well-informed. The news about Chen Pingzhong's number one scholar reached Qianzhou ten days ago, and now the people in Qingsong Town have just learned about it.
Even the news that Chen Ping returned to Qingsong Town arrived together with the news that he won the top prize.
When Chen Qinghe heard this in a daze, he thought he was dreaming. After all, he was already thankful to God that Chen Ping was able to win the exam. The top prize? Even the smoke from his ancestral graves was not enough!
What's more, his old Chen family doesn't have any ancestral graves. How can such a poor family have any ancestral graves? They just bury the deceased in the same place.
After a while, when many people came out of the dirt road next to the field ridge, Chen Qinghe realized that the matter might be true.
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Wealth and honor do not return home, just like walking in brocade at night.
This sentence is very thorough, and Chen Ping's feelings when he returned to Qingsong Town confirmed this sentence.
He rode on a tall horse, put on the soap-colored round collar robe given by the Jinshi and the Empress, and wore a black gauze hat and a black horn belt. Although he had no rank, the nobility of the number one scholar was far greater than that of a county magistrate.
Be loud!
Most of the people in Qingsong Town were from the Lower Ribas, so they didn't know what was going on here. When they saw Chen Ping's demeanor as an official, they felt awe in their hearts, and then they became jealous of Yourong.
Have you seen it? The 18-year-old champion is from our hometown!
Just because Chen Ping came out of Qingsong Town, the people here will feel that they are head and shoulders above the surrounding villagers in the future. This is the hometown of Wenquxing, blessed by literary spirit.
Accompanying Chen Ping, in addition to Xie Zhiyuan and Luo Li, were also the government officials from Yongshun County. They were responsible for paving the way for Chen Ping and holding high the signs of "Win six yuan in a row" and "The number one scholar passed" to the maximum extent possible.
Let the people of Qingsong Town know about this.
At the same time, the sound of gongs and drums spread throughout the town. With such a noise, no one could sit at home, and the whole town came out to watch.
Chen Ping returned to his hometown with the glory of being the number one scholar, but he didn't have too many disturbances in his heart.
This is indeed the case. Unlike the roll call in the capital, when Chen Ping returned to his hometown, he was quickly blocked by countless people who claimed to be related to him. He could not move forward until the county government officials took action.
Although he had expected this, Chen Ping still chose to come back openly, for no other reason than to benefit his mentor.
He can't stay here for a long time. The place where his mentor's bones are buried still needs to be taken care of by the villagers, and this is why he returned to his hometown in this beautiful scenery.
After walking around, Chen Ping found his family's house in Qingsong Town, and entered the house under the leadership of his father, Chen Duohai.
Listening to his father's rhetoric in his ears, Chen Ping just smiled and replied a few words from time to time. Naturally, this house cannot be compared with the houses in the capital or even Yongshun County, but after all, it is his own, and Chen Duohai is very special.
If you like it, that's enough.
Later, he met his mother. After the mother and son had a long talk, Chen Ping followed his parents, uncle and others to Nanxi Village to visit his old house and grandfather.
After a whole day, Chen Ping was very tired, but also very satisfied.
In the blink of an eye, the next day comes.
After getting up, he took a shower and changed clothes. Chen Ping found some classmates from Huating Academy and went together to pay homage to his mentor.
It was a sunny day and the sun was not scorching. When Chen Ping stepped onto the quiet grassland, he saw small flowers blooming all over the mountains and fields, and Ye Wenchang's grave was under a big tree with an unnamed name. Chen Ping looked around and found a figure kneeling in front of the tomb.
"It's Chongwen!"
Someone among his old classmates shouted, and Chen Ping walked over with a heavy heart.
"Chen Ping, you won the top prize, congratulations."
"..."
Ye Chongwen turned his head with a sincere smile on his face, but when he saw this smile, Chen Ping felt bitterness in his mouth.
It stands to reason that he killed Pi Xiu and won the first prize, which can be regarded as fulfilling his mentor's long-cherished wish. He should be happy at this moment, but for some reason Chen Ping never felt happy.
Just because the road he took became darker and darker as he walked, and the more he walked, the more heart-stopping he became, and he had no confidence that he would make it to the end safely!
"When grandpa sees your achievements now, the spirit in heaven will also be pleased."
Chen Ping came to his mentor's grave with his head lowered, lifted up his clothes, knelt down calmly, kowtowed three times very solemnly, and then silently offered sacrifices in memory.
"If it weren't for the teachings of my mentor, where would I be today?"
"Senior brother, I come back to pay homage to my mentor this time. I'm afraid I won't be able to leave in the next few years. The capital is dangerous and I can't guarantee anything."
Ye Chongwen nodded, understanding Chen Ping's difficulty. He knelt on the ground and said, "Grandpa, I'm here, don't worry."
"Don't say anything about asking me to go to the capital with you. You know me. Going to the capital will only cause chaos and will be of no benefit to you."
Chen Ping didn't say anything. Ye Chongwen was right, but he really couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear Ye Chongwen's talent to be slowly wasted in the mountains and fields.
"I will take care of it at the academy. The legacy of my mentor needs someone to pass on. You can go to the academy instead of the capital, right?"
"Don't reject me, just think of it as my filial piety towards my mentor."
Ye Chongwen pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled and agreed.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Chen Ping gave a wry smile, picked up the wine glass and poured it in front of his mentor's grave. When he stood up, he saw the branches and leaves of the big tree behind the grave swaying in the wind, echoing the wild flowers all over the mountain, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
What a treasure land of Feng Shui!
"Master, please rest here forever, while the scoundrel Chen Ping goes to heaven for a great mission!"