A carriage entered Dawangzhuang, and the supervisory censor paid off and got off the carriage, walking on foot, and began to look around.
Before coming here, he was thinking about what kind of geomantic treasure land could cultivate such great talents.
As a result, Dawangzhuang's location is average.
But the people are quite different. They are all neatly dressed, thickly dressed, their hands and faces are washed very clean, and there is some flesh on their faces. Unlike the people in other places, all of them have yellow faces and muscles, as if they are about to starve to death.
New houses are being built everywhere in the village, and the working people are in high spirits.
From a new house, the sounds of children reading could be heard, and there were teenagers dancing with knives and guns.
There are even working men who are writing by scratching their fingers while walking.
The whole village is full of vitality, just like the paradise of kings mentioned by sages.
Pay Qing was so excited to see it that he walked towards the villagers on the roadside from time to time, wanting to find out more information.
But before he could get close, the villagers walked away without giving him a chance to talk.
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I was depressed for a while, and after walking a few steps, I was stopped by Dahu!
After announcing his intention to come, Dahu left to inform him, paid off and continued walking around the village.
As he walked, he looked at an old man in a long robe. His eyes lit up and he clasped his fists: "My friend, can you lend me a moment to speak?"
"I don't dare, I don't dare, my lord, I was born late, and I gave birth to a commoner later!"
Wang Bizhong, who wanted to leave, quickly clasped his fists and bowed in return.
Scholars can call each other friends only if they have achieved similar academic achievements.
This seventh-grade official was either a Jinshi or a Juren, far superior to him in a white body.
You actually called him a friend, could you tell that he was full of knowledge!
"As long as we, the scholars, understand the words of the sages, we can educate the common people!"
Fu Qing sighed: "As for fame and wealth, it is actually determined by destiny."
"Uh huh huh!"
Wang Bizhong is convinced!
He always believed that his repeated failures were due to cheating in the examination room and not because he was not talented enough!
Now this old man had something hidden in his words that made him feel like he had met a confidant.
I wish I could drag this man home, let his wife kill an old hen, and have sex with him!
"I'm here to visit Mr. Mingtan. I don't know what the relationship between my friend and him is. Can I tell you some interesting stories about Mr. Mingtan's past?"
Pay up and smile.
Mr. Mingtan was very repulsive to him and did not give him a chance to get close to him in private!
Must find out his preferences in order to get closer to persuasion!
"Mr. Mingtan!"
Wang Bizhong was secretly shocked.
When a scholar calls him Mr. Ren, it means lowering his stature or practicing the courtesy of a disciple.
First there is a county magistrate, then there is a supervisory censor, and the number one scholar is coming to teach!
That kid is out there, how much trouble can he cause to make these people behave like this.
Seeing Wang Bizhong in a daze, Fu Qing frowned and reminded: "Friend?"
"Oh, Mingtan, he is my nephew. He has been very smart since he was a child, he has been righteous, has a heart for the world, and has a bodhisattva heart. He has not seen the suffering of the poor since he was a child. When he grew up, he read poetry and books and determined to practice
Follow the words of the sages..."
Wang Bizhong stroked his goat's beard, gritted his teeth and blew Wang Yuan hard!
Now he and his son receive twelve taels of silver from Wang Yuan every month!
Although I thought from the bottom of my heart that Wang Yuan was not as knowledgeable as him, he was short-handed in taking advantage of others.
"Ahem!"
Fu Qing interrupted: "Friend, there is no doubt about Mr. Mingtan's character! But I want to know more about Mr. Mingtan's likes and dislikes."
"Well... Mingtan hates bullying others and hates kneeling before officials."
When he saw that no one was around, Wang Bizhong whispered: "As for his hobbies, he likes to give people money and also likes beautiful women!"
"Well!"
Fu Qing was surprised and said, "How come Mr. Mingtan doesn't look like a philanderer to me?"