Wang Douxiang just talked to his wife about the situation after goodbye, and after dinner, he went to find his brother.
The Wang family's house was quite large. In the darkness, several maids were walking in front carrying lanterns. Occasionally, when they looked back, they saw Wang Douxiang's eyes fixed, as if he was planning something.
The lantern swayed slightly, and the halo also swayed. Someone in front asked: "Who is it?"
The maid responded, "It's Mr. Erlang."
There were a few more lanterns in front, illuminating the front of the house like daylight. A young man of seventeen or eighteen years old stood there, smiling and cupping his hands, "Nitta has seen my uncle."
This is Wang Yu, the eldest son of the head of the family, Wang Douluo, whose courtesy name is Xintian.
Wang Douxiang nodded, "How is Xian'er?"
Wang Yu turned sideways to greet him, "I was muttering something about a wild boy before, but then I saw the gift that Aye and I had prepared for him, and I immediately became happy."
His eyes were calm, but Wang Douxiang knew what this nephew was thinking, "Without that young man this time, Xian'er is in danger."
"My uncle mentioned this in his letter." Wang Yu's expression remained the same, "But there are always frogs in the well who dream of unexpected surprises."
Wang Douxiang frowned, "That young man is just a country boy, honest, not reckless, and has his own sense of proportion. If he were a frog in the well, thinking about the unexpected joy, then he would choose to come to the Wang family instead of going to the Imperial College..."
"The Imperial College?" Wang Yu didn't know about this yet, and he smiled after being startled, "The Imperial College is the site of metaphysics. If you go there, you not only have to study, but you also have to practice. What's terrible is that you have to search for Southern Zhou spies.
Every year, students die in war. A country boy goes to the Imperial Academy. Uncle, those metaphysics students have high eyesight. It will be very interesting for a country boy to go in."
Wang Douxiang shook his head slightly, not very satisfied with his nephew's attitude, "Where's the eldest brother?"
"Aye is reading a book."
Wang Yu went in and said, "Aye, the second uncle is here."
A middle-aged man sat on his knees behind the desk. His gray beard and hair contrasted sharply with the black hair of Wang Douluo who walked in. He put down the book and raised his eyes. The wrinkles between his eyebrows were deep, as if he had an extra vertical eye.
.
This is Wang Douluo, the head of the Wang family. He looked at Wang Douxiang who came in and smiled warmly, "You have had a hard time on this trip. If you have anything to do, we can talk about it tomorrow."
Wang Douxiang shook his head, knelt down opposite him, and sighed contentedly, "It's better to be at home."
"Yes!" Wang Douluo closed the book. Seeing that Wang Yu was about to resign, he said, "Dalang, listen to this too."
"Yes." Wang Yu stepped forward and made tea for them.
Wang Douluo looked at his son's calm movements with satisfaction, but in his mind he was thinking about the recent developments in the court, and he couldn't help but feel a little colder, "Just a while ago, someone suddenly suggested that 30% of the family's income would be reduced. The powerful and senior officials
There was an uproar, but our emperor was noncommittal..."
Wang Douxiang picked up the bamboo clip and put a pine cone into the small clay oven. With a popping sound, he put down the clip, raised his head and said, "What does he want to do? Test? Or do it?"
"Jingtai sent someone to explain, and they said a lot, just one sentence." Wang Douluo raised his index finger with some disdain, "This move is not aimed at us."
Wang Douxiang put his hand on the clay stove and roasted it, then said slowly: "He doesn't dare either."
Wang Yu glanced at his father and said, "If he dares, the Tang Dynasty will not survive."
Wang Douluo ignored his son's words and changed the topic, "This time Xian'er was naughty and almost got into trouble. What does that young man want?"
Wang Douxiang said with a smile: "He wants to study. I will ask someone to take him to the Imperial College tomorrow."
Wang Douluo nodded, "It's a small matter."
Even the powerful people dare not say that entering the Imperial College is a trivial matter, but the Wang family has this confidence.
When Wang Douxiang saw a calligraphy on the desk, he picked it up and looked at it.
The water boiled and Wang Yu began to make tea.
I don't know how much time passed, but Wang Douxiang said faintly: "I smelled a smell of blood. This emperor... I'm afraid he's going to be in deep thought."
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Yang Xuan woke up before dawn. He went to light a fire as a habit. Only when he got out of bed did he remember that he had settled down in Chang'an.
He lit a fire and boiled water with a bowl of hot water. He ate three pieces of dry biscuits, and then he felt worried when he took out the remaining two hundred dollars. He had spent almost nothing along the way, but yesterday's treat was quite expensive.
"You can't just sit back and have nothing!"
Yang Xuan immediately went out to inquire about the news.
Genius Ma Ma Liang, a few old people were wandering nearby. Yang Xuan felt that the old man had more experience, so he found a kind-hearted old man, saluted and asked: "Old man, I want to know where can I hunt in Chang'an City?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh and laughed wildly.
"Hahahaha...cough cough cough cough!"
Yang Xuan was worried that he would have problems with his coughing, so he patted him on the back.
"He's a kind-hearted boy!" the old man gasped, "He's from the country, right?"
"Yes!" Yang Xuan nodded, and the old man sighed: "This is Chang'an City. Apart from the forbidden gardens, there are no beasts. If you want to hunt, you have to go to the countryside, preferably Zhongnan Mountain. But Zhongnan Mountain is
This is a place of monasticism. If you go hunting, be careful of getting picked up. By the way, do you want to make money?"
A somewhat disappointed Yang Xuan nodded, expecting the old man to give him some advice, but the old man immediately disappointed him, "It's not easy to live in Chang'an. I see that you are a little thin, but you can go do odd jobs for businessmen. If you have the opportunity, go work for a wealthy family.
Being able to do things for the powerful, tsk tsk! That’s like smoke rising from the ancestral graves.”
Yang Xuan looked strange, "Yes!"
The old man looked at Yang Xuan and shook his head, "Young man, don't think about such beautiful things. Thinking too much will only make you suffer. Those powerful people! As long as they are among themselves, outsiders can't get in. But like you
Young people, in fact, it is best to go to school, but studying is expensive! It would be great if you can go to the Imperial College, it doesn't cost a penny, but where can ordinary people go to such a place?"
A man walked over from the morning mist and came forward to salute, "I have met Yang Langjun. My Erlangjun asked you to go to the Imperial College to register today."
The old man's chattering was interrupted. He looked at the man, then at Yang Xuan, "Guo... Imperial College?"
Yang Xuan also didn't expect Wang's movements to be so fast.
The Imperial College is located in Wubenfang. Yang Xuan followed the man who looked like a steward all the way to the end of the field. When he saw that a long section of the square wall was broken, Yang Xuan couldn't help but be stunned.
This is the Imperial College!
The wall of the square was also torn down.
The steward looked back at him from the front, his eyes calm, "Let's go."
This person is not kind to himself.
Yang Xuan was keenly aware of something wrong, but he didn't care. He had rescued Wang Xian'er and discovered the enemy who was attacking at night in advance. The two together were enough for him to accept Wang's help calmly. As for this journey,
Room and board, the four assassins are the reward.
I have clear grudges!
Yang Xuan raised his head slightly, and when he saw the gate of the Imperial College, he couldn't help but praise: "It's so grand."
He saw the 'bumpkin' in the steward's eyes and just laughed it off.
This is an exchange, not a favor, so he doesn't care at all what others think of him.
Standing outside the gate were two men in Tsing Yi, holding swan tails and looking calm.
Why do you feel so fairy-like?
Yang Xuan's favorable impression of the Imperial College instantly increased and he felt that he had come to the right place.
When the steward stepped forward, he didn't appear arrogant. He just said calmly: "My master has something to do."
A man in Tsing Yi nodded and gently flapped his tail. The hair on both sides danced, and the breeze blew, adding to the sense of freedom and ease. "Is there a letter?"
The steward nodded and took out a letter, "Wang."
The man in green glanced at Yang Xuan and said, "Follow me."
The steward turned back to Yang Xuan and said: "You can follow me and study and practice as a good student in the Imperial College. By the way, there is another saying, fate is yours, take hold of it."
This is to tell me not to ask Mr. Wang if I have nothing to do in the future. Yang Xuan had no such thoughts at first, and it was exactly what he wanted, "Thank you very much."
The steward was heartbroken, thinking that a country bumpkin boy had suddenly arrived in Chang'an. His eyes were darkened, and he was probably very flustered last night. He didn't know what to do in the future. His only support was the Wang family, but the young man said, Wang family
His name cannot be borrowed by others. The steward understood this instantly. He frowned and was ready to refuse with soft words and a firm attitude when Yang Xuan approached, but Yang Xuan held his hands and thanked him with a look of joy.
This boy...is pretending?
The steward took a closer look and saw that Yang Xuan's smile was particularly sincere. He thought carefully about the old foxes of the Wang family and felt that if they were just pretending, Yang Xuan's city could be ranked among the top three of the Wang family.
Since it's not pretending, then why is this young man happy?
A big supporter, the only supporter fell, and you are actually happy?
When the steward woke up, Yang Xuan had already followed him in.
He stamped his feet, "There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the Imperial College. You are just a country bumpkin. Without the support of the Wang family, let's see how long you can last."
The sound of reading in the Imperial College was loud, and some towers could be seen looming among the trees.
The man in green who was leading the way said calmly: "Do you know how high the sky is?"
Yang Xuan was startled, "God? I don't know."
The man in green clothes shook his head, his contempt barely concealed. Then he led him to a building.
Why do we need to know how high the sky is?
Yang Xuan felt that this was enough to satisfy him. He couldn't help but think of the so-called novels in the scrolls.
On the second floor, the man in Tsing Yi walked outside a room and was about to knock on the door.
call out!
The door opened without any wind, and then something flew out. The man in green just hit it, and he fainted with a hiccup.
When the thing fell to the ground, it turned out to be nothing.
Yang Xuan quickly stood by the door so that he could avoid the inexplicable attack.
A man's voice came from inside, and Yang Xuan felt very narcissistic.
"If the army is weak, the country will not be able to conquer the country. The army is the foundation of the country."
Another voice made Yang Xuan feel quite calm, "No, the foundation of a country is morality. If everyone is honest, the world will be governed!"
"It's over! It's over! It's over! Your words are over!"
"You are so quibbling..."
The debate between the two became more and more intense.
A voice outside the door said cautiously: "Actually... there are other foundations."
The two people in the room snorted coldly and looked outside the door, but there was no one there.
"Is there any other foundation? Let me tell you."
The voice outside the door was louder, "Food."
The two people in the room couldn't help laughing. The man who was judged as narcissistic by Yang Xuan stroked his beard and smiled, "Why?"
The voice outside the door became more confident, "If you have a solid warehouse, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace."
This is the knowledge in the scroll, and Yang Xuan feels that it is particularly reasonable.
Why is no one talking?
Yang Xuan peeked inside and saw two men sitting blankly. Seeing him peeking his head in, they all said, "You can be my teacher!"
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Thanks to Sir Dibala's alliance leader for the reward, the family continues to grow.