Volume B Chapter 182 Honorable Return (Fourth update please vote!)
It was already evening when Feng Ziying returned home.
The carnival at noon continued into the evening.
The owner of Hongbin Inn is really good at business. This time, more than a dozen Jinshi were admitted in one inn. This is simply an earth-shattering event. It can be said that this kind of thing can be bragging to his grandchildren.
Therefore, after noon and in the evening, he was still very generous and held a banquet for all the students of Qingtan Academy.
It was impossible to refuse the other party's enthusiasm. Even Guan Yingzhen and Zhou Yongchun could not resist. In the end, they both got drunk and stayed in the inn.
Feng Ziying did not stay at the inn, but returned home.
After all, unlike other scholars from other places, their good news will not be sent to their families until tomorrow. It may take a month for their families in the farthest place to know about it.
Even if it's Beizhili, it will take three to five days for those who are late to arrive. This is because the government sends them back quickly by post.
She was a little drunk, but Feng Ziying was in particularly good condition today. Although she was drunk, she recovered quickly and at least returned home, almost half sober.
"The young master is back!" The whole house immediately became agitated like a bee hive that had been stabbed, the lights were bright, and almost all the men, women, children and servants in the house came out.
Feng Mansion's chief steward Feng Shou and second steward Wan Fu came out with a group of servants. In the past, this kind of treatment could only be enjoyed by Feng Tang when he returned from a long trip, but today Feng Ziying can also enjoy it.
"Feng Shou (Wan Fu) has met the young master. Congratulations on the young master's high school." He bowed his hands in a polite manner, then knelt down and bowed. The servants who followed him also bowed. This was not only a meeting with the young master, but also an official meeting.
Already.
From the moment Feng Ziying's name is officially listed on the imperial list, as long as there are no special exceptions, even the most unlucky Third Grade Scholar is still an official of the eighth rank, and will be promoted to the seventh rank within three years.
If you are a second-grade Jinshi, you can be promoted from the seventh rank to the sixth rank or even from the fifth rank within three to four years of serving. This kind of privilege is something that no other type of official can enjoy.
"Uncle Shou, Uncle Wan, get up, we are all a family, why are you so polite?" Feng Ziying raised her hand, still a little drunk, but he knew that he needed to see my mother, "My mother and aunt are both here, right?"
"My wife and concubines are waiting for the young master in the house. If the young master doesn't come back today, I'm afraid my wife and concubines won't go to bed."
Feng Shou was an old man seven or eight years older than Feng Tang. He had been following Feng Tang all over the country. Only this time Feng Tang went to Yulin. Considering that Yulin was too remote and Feng Shou was older, and the possibility that the Feng family might be there in the future.
They were all about to settle in the capital city, so they asked Feng Shou to stay at home and Feng Lu to go to Yulin.
"Well, then I'll go see my mother and aunt." Feng Ziying smiled and saw the servants and maids kneeling on the ground, "Get up, everyone. Today is also a happy day. I wonder if the wife has any arrangements? If so.
It’s just an arrangement. If there are no arrangements, just follow the rules when I won the election last year and add 50% to everyone, which can be regarded as a shared joy."
As soon as Feng Ziying said these words, all the kneeling servants and maids in the courtyard burst into joy, and they all kowtowed to thank the wife and young master for their kindness.
Feng Shou smiled and shook his head. This young master is really generous. Originally, his wife planned to increase the salary by 20% compared to last year when he won the election. The young master received an increase of 30% as soon as he came. However, when everyone in the house is beaming with joy,
Let's say 50%, even if it's doubled, the young master has expressed his stance, so he has to give it.
But if the young master wins the Jinshi, it is indeed the pride and glory of the Feng family. Tomorrow, everyone will have to go to the ancestral hall to pay homage to their ancestors. People will even be sent to Linqing and Suzhou to worship.
Feng Ziying didn't care and went straight to her mother's room.
She was shocked when she entered the house. Her mother even wore the rarely-seen imperial attire. It was so formal. Feng Ziying quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "My son has met his mother and his aunt,...
…”
Mrs. Duan's eyes were all red and swollen. When she saw her son kneeling down and prostrating, she couldn't help but start wiping away tears again.
After learning that Feng Ziying won the Jinshi, the family went to the nearby ancestral hall to kneel down and thank the ancestors of the Feng family for blessing their son to finally win the Jinshi, truly fulfilling the Feng family's dream of being a civil servant.
Little Duan had to accompany her for a while to touch her tears, and then she asked Feng Ziying to get up and sit down at the bottom.
The next step is to ask about the Chinese style, and then also ask about the next step of preparing for the imperial examination.
However, Mrs. Duan has been a mistress for so many years. After her son won the imperial examination, she asked many questions and knew that this imperial examination will not depose Jinshi. It is a process of waiting for the emperor's gift, and then it will be divided into levels.
But no matter what, his son won the Jinshi at the age of fifteen. This was the first time since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty. Before Feng Ziying, the youngest Jinshi was sixteen years old, and it was during the time of Taizu.
The mother held her hand and kept talking until it was almost time for her to be born, and the excitement was over.
Feng Ziying was already very sleepy. After saying goodbye, she went straight back to the house.
He never expected that his mother and aunt would come to his room again. It seemed that they also had something to explain to him.
"Mom, my son is sleepy. Let's talk about anything tomorrow." Feng Ziying also knew that her mother and aunt had been waiting for this for so many years, and they must be very excited. It's just that she had two drinks today, and she was still in good condition, but she was also
We are tired and we have long wanted to go to bed.
"Brother Keng, I want to tell you something. Since you have been admitted to Jinshi and are now fifteen years old, I am afraid that you have to think about marriage. I know that you have ideas. I can rely on you for everything else.
, Only this important matter of marriage must be decided by mother." Mrs. Duan came to her son's room to emphasize this point. She can give in to anything else, but she must firmly grasp this matter. She cannot
It depends on his son’s temperament.
These days, marriage matters, parents' orders, and matchmaker's opinions are indeed not decided by the younger generation. Mrs. Duan knows that her son is different from others and has too many ideas. She and his father have to listen to him on many matters.
Yes, but this was the only thing she couldn't give in to.
Feng Ziying smiled. He didn't want to dampen his mother's interest, not to mention that he couldn't talk about it yet, and even if he got to that point, he would naturally have many ways to convince his mother.
"Okay, my son will naturally listen to his mother. My mother has also said that you can rely on me for other matters. Then there is no need for Ming Huan and Ming Zhu to be sent to my house by my mother and aunt. I think Yun Shang is quite suitable.
,…”
Mrs. Duan's eyes fell on her son's face, and Yun Shang next to her was even more at a loss.
"Brother Keng, my mother told you last year that your status is different now, and you must abide by the rules. Look at those young masters, three or five personal maids are relatively few. I heard that the Jia family
Baoyu, there are seventeen or eight maids, big and small, waiting on you. We don’t want to compete with others, but we must follow the minimum rules, right? It’s not appropriate for you to have only Yun Shang coming and going..."
Duan's tone was also full of advice, "If you like this girl Yun Shang, my mother has no objection, but the purchase of the house must wait until you are sixteen years old..."
Yun Shang, who was already flushed with embarrassment, quickly knelt on the ground and started to cry, not daring to raise her head.
Seeing that Yun Shang was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to raise her head, Feng Ziying, who was sitting on the bed, was helpless, "Mom, what are you talking about..."
"Mom, what you say is ugly and reasonable. You know it yourself. Your aunt also told Yun Shang that in short, you can't break the rules." There was no doubt in Duan's words, "If you don't like Ming Huan and the others, that's up to you.
How about I ask someone to go to Datong, Suzhou, or Yangzhou to buy a few little girls, and teach them slowly, and when they become proficient, I can enter your house?"
Seeing that her mother would not leave until she explained this matter clearly today, Feng Ziying could only nod in agreement, "Okay, mother, you can do whatever you want, but it's really not necessary now..."
After her mother and aunt left, Yun Shang dared to get up and help Feng Ziying go to bed.
Seeing Yun Shang's eyes becoming evasive when looking at her, Feng Ziying was also moved, "Yun Shang, don't pay attention to what my wife just said..."
"No, Master, Yun Shang doesn't care at all. Well, I'm very happy. My wife finally doesn't want to kick Yun Shang out..." Yun Shang's eyes were also red, and her words were a little choked.
"Have you made any mistakes? Why did your wife kick you out?" Feng Ziying shook her head, but in this era, if a mistress wants to kick a girl out, does she need a reason?
Yun Shang didn't say anything, but silently tucked Feng Ziying into bed, biting her lips, but there was a bit more satisfaction and love in her eyes.
"Sir, Madam is right. You are different now. Yun Shang is not suitable and unable to serve you alone. For washing, dressing, and tidying up the house, if two or three more people come, Yun Shang also has a companion.
Son,... Yun Shang also knows that I am considerate of Yun Shang and is afraid that Yun Shang will be offended..."
Seeing Yun Shang sitting beside her bed with a satisfied look on her face, Feng Ziying felt more and more pity in her heart. She subconsciously held Yun Shang's little hand. It was slender and soft, but not that thin, with a faint feeling.
Warmth lingers in my heart.
Yun Shang was also startled when Feng Ziying held her hand, and subconsciously looked around. Fortunately, there were only two people in the room, and Feng Ziying made no further movements, which made Yun Shang feel a little relieved.
"Sir, Yun Shang will be yours for the rest of his life, and his death will be yours..." He couldn't help but whisper, Yun Shang leaned on the bed, his eyes full of passionate love, while Feng Ziying held her tightly
Holding Yun Shang's hand, they leaned against each other and fell asleep.