The lights were like daylight, and Yin Wuyan continued to read, seemingly not hearing the young man's overly excited words.
After waiting for a long time, there was no response. The young man rubbed his face that was frozen in laughter, and thought, he was stupid! It was already raining red rain from the sky for Master Qi to open his mouth. How could he still expect the cold-hearted Master Qi to lend a helping hand? Help the fat girl?
Time passed little by little, and there was only the slight sound of pages turning in the guest room. Seeing this, the young man quickly picked the candle wick, and the guest room became a little brighter.
"Chen Weibin, the magistrate of Shangsi County, was a Jinshi in the second year of Daqing, and his master was Liu Jian, the censor of Zuodu." Yin Wuyan's rough voice broke the silence of the guest room.
The young man was stunned. When he got down to business, he suppressed the gossipy look on his face and answered seriously: "Yes, all the officials passed the exam twice in a row. It is clear that Liu Jian is the stubborn one who is suppressing Chen Weibin's promotion!"
In the Daqing Dynasty, local officials were elected for a three-year term and were inspected by the Ministry of Civil Affairs. The inspection results were divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower, which determined the promotion and retention of local officials.
Chen Weibin has been in Shangsi County for the seventh year and has made remarkable achievements. Logically speaking, even if he is not promoted, he should be transferred to other major counties. Unfortunately, he is only a seventh-rank county magistrate, while Liu Jian, the seat teacher, is a second-rank official.
At the Jinluan Hall, Chen Weibin openly contradicted his master and made Liu Jian so angry that he vomited blood and fainted. It was normal for him to be suppressed for seventeen years, let alone seven years.
Even if Liu Jian becomes an official, Liu Changyuan, the eldest son of Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, is still in the court. Chen Weibin is afraid that he will die of old age in his position as the magistrate of Shangsi County.
Yin Wuyan tapped the table with his slender fingers, his young face was pale, and his voice was even colder and ruthless, "The newly appointed Nanxuan Prefect, Zhang Li, married the daughter of the Kong family."
"Uh..." The young man blinked blankly, what did Master Qi mean by these confusing words?
I wanted to ask, but my seventh master was already concentrating on reading. The young man frowned and racked his brains. After a long time, the young man's eyes lit up, "Seventh master, I understand, I will do it right now." Go do it!”
"Noisy!" A cold expulsion sound sounded, and Yin Wuyan glanced at him coldly. The young man smiled cheekily, opened the window, and his tall figure disappeared into the night.
…
In the evening, smoke was already rising from the chimneys of every house in Jinlin Village, and the sound of reading could be heard through the wall of the Zhan family, causing villagers passing by to look sideways and talk about the endorsement competition between the three children of the Zhan family.
"The aroma of burnt tangyan, and fishy decay. These five odors are what the nose smells. Earthen leather..." Saburo's voice became smaller and smaller, he sniffed, stretched his neck and looked towards the kitchen where the smell of rice was wafting, and stuttered. The repetition: "Getu leather... leather..."
"Get rid of your head, you are a pig, you only know how to eat all day long!" Zhan Dalang slapped Zhan Sanlang on the head with an angry slap, and there was a snap. You can imagine the strength of this slap.
Mrs. Lin hadn't finished the big characters and recitation assigned every day, so she still had to spare half an hour to teach Zhan Feiyu three. That was all. Little Yao also asked Zhan Dalang to secretly teach his younger son to recite half an hour every night. hour.
It had only been three days, and Zhan Dalang was already impatient. However, Zhan Sanlang could not carry Zhan Feiyu, and Erlang was not as fluent as the two of them. When he thought of his parents talking about him, Zhan Dalang was breathing fire. He glared angrily at his useless stupid brother.
Zhan Sanlang's stomach was so hungry that he was slapped again. He pushed Zhan Dalang away angrily and ran away shouting, "I won't carry it anymore, I won't carry it anymore!"
"Turtle, wood, stone, gold, silk and bamboo are the eight tones. It means leveling up, and it means going in. These four tones should be coordinated... Brother, I can recite it." Zhan Erlang finished reciting this section skillfully.
Unlike Zhan Dalang, who has a high-minded and impetuous temper, and unlike Zhan Sanlang, who is spoiled for being wild and naughty, Zhan Erlang is simple and honest, has a good memory, and is smart. In the past three days, his recitation progress has exceeded that of Xiaozao.
Saburo.
Seeing that the eldest cousin ignored the second cousin, Zhan Feiyu smiled at Erlang, and then recited: "Great-great-grandfather, born from father...Brothers are friends, younger brothers are respectful. The order of elders and children, friends and friends. Jun is respectful.
, I will be loyal. These ten principles are shared by everyone. As a teacher, do not violate them..."
"Okay, you can memorize it yourself. I have to complete the homework assigned by Master Lin." Zhan Dalang glanced at Zhan Feiyu and Zhan Erlang gloomily, turned around and walked to the study, hiding the jealousy on his face.
Can't help but, if I had such a good memory, I wouldn't have to worry about Mrs. Lin getting slapped on the back.
In the kitchen, the three daughters-in-law of the Zhan family were all busy at the stove, but their ears were perked up to listen to the recitation outside.
Little Yao couldn't maintain his usual hypocrisy, so he stuffed a piece of firewood into the stove with a dark face, wishing he could rush out and catch his little son who had run away and beat him.
Ma put down her kitchen knife, put the cut sweet potato vines into the basin, glanced at little Yao proudly, and deliberately raised her voice and praised: "Sister-in-law, Xiaoyu has a really good memory, but my Erlang is not bad either."
The fire in the stove was so hot that the pan would be scorched after a while. Li quickly stir-fried the green peppers a few times and put the green peppers on the plate. He smiled and said, "The little fish talks early and remembers things early."
"Yes, I think Xiaoyu will definitely win this competition." Xiao Yao said with a smile, and there was sarcasm in his gloomy eyes. No matter how smart he is, he is not a leader!
There are still two grandsons in the Zhan family, so it’s not the girl’s turn to go to private school! It’s useless even if this damn girl Zhan Feiyu wins!
When little Yao thought of this, his suffocated chest relaxed a little, but when he thought of his useless little son, his old face grew grim again.
Mr. Ma was mentioned by Mr. Zhan before. His Erlang was much stronger than Sanlang, and Xiaoyu was a girl. It was definitely Erlang who went to the private school in the end.
Thinking of this, Ma suddenly became energetic and chopping the kitchen knife loudly, "Sister-in-law, take a break and I will do the rest."
"No, there's only one dish left." Thinking of Ma's cooking skills that even pigs wouldn't eat, Li washed the pot quickly and didn't want her to waste the food.
The farm work is over and there is not much work in the fields. Old man Zhan is resting at home. Old man Zhan sneaks out to play early in the morning and does not come back for lunch. So old man Zhan works hard in the fields until the sun goes down. The three brothers
Met at the gate.
"Third brother, where did you go to fool around again? Don't you know how to help elder brother in the fields?" Zhan Laoer, who got off the bullock cart, taught Zhan Laosan a few words in the air of his elder brother.
Zhan Laosan, who had a naughty temperament, smiled cheekily and said, "There is not much work in the fields. Big brother can do it alone." As soon as he said this, he ran into the yard like a wild monkey.
The second brother Zhan turned to look at the elder Zhan with a respectful and concerned attitude, "Brother, don't spoil the third child. You should scold him when it's time to scold him. Erlang has reached the age of studying, and he has not grown up to be a father."
Just like a big hairy boy."
"It's okay, I can do it." Boss Zhan said nonchalantly, but the second brother cared about him, and Boss Zhan was also happy in his heart, but his face was always cold and there was no change in emotion.