After coughing desperately, Zhang Anshi said: "Well... let's not talk about this... I have something on my mind now."
"What's on your mind, what's on your mind?" Zhang Fu couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he saw that Zhang Anshi was not interested in gunpowder. He had finally stolen this from his brother's military camp.
Zhang Anshi sighed and said, "As you know, I am very poor. So I thought it would be great if I had some money to do some small business."
"What kind of business does a man do?" Zhu Yong looked disdainful.
People of their background are naturally not interested in business.
Not so with Zhang Anshi.
He knew very well that it would still be many years before his brother-in-law ascended the throne.
Although the Zhang family is supported by a brother-in-law, it is his brother-in-law's money that is used after all.
Zhang Shian was afraid of poverty in his last life, and he felt uneasy when he thought that he didn't have a single fortune in this world.
"The main thing is that I thought of a good deal. Only my brothers would be willing to talk about such a good thing. How about... let's raise some money..."
"Silver..." Upon hearing this, Zhu Yong's face changed.
His father, Zhu Neng, was very stingy. How could he spend money on a child like him?
So he shook his head like a rattle and said, "My father won't give it to me. If I ask, he will have to beat me."
Zhang Anshi said: "Go and ask your mother."
Zhu Yong thought for a while and shook his head: "Sooner or later, my father will also know. When the time comes... I will probably be scolded, saying that I am a waste of money..."
This is what I said...
It seems that the key to the problem is to let everyone put down their psychological baggage. Young people, after all, their thinking has not declined yet.
So Zhang Anshi said earnestly and sincerely: "Second brother... let me ask you who your Zhu family will pass on to in the future..."
Zhu Yong didn't even think about it and said flatly: "Of course it's me. I'm the only child in the family. If the family business is not passed on to me, who else can it be passed on to?"
Zhang Anshi said seductively: "Yes, sooner or later this family property will be yours, right? Then let me ask you again, since the family property is yours, why are you spending your own money? I am not sowing discord, but there are some things I don't know.
Say it right or wrong."
Zhu Yong said seriously: "You tell me."
Zhang Anshi sighed and said: "The Zhu family is your family, and all the Zhu family's money belongs to you. Who is spending the Zhu family's money all day long now?"
After hearing these words, Zhu Yong suddenly felt enlightened and his body trembled: "Oh, I didn't think about it without reminding you. Yes, this family belongs to me, but my father... Chengri
Spending money sloppily, he even spent more than a hundred taels of silver to buy a good horse the day before yesterday. This wasteful thing, he is spending my money and ruining my family."
Zhang Anshi comforted him: "Forget it, who wouldn't have a prodigal man? If you want to be more liberal, just think that your father is ignorant."
Zhu Yong said: "Now that I think about it... I can't swallow this breath. I will find a time to reprimand him severely. Brother Zhang is right. If I don't spend my own money, won't it all be cheap for me?"
Dad? I’ll ask my mother later and ask her to bring me the money.”
Zhang Fu was dumbfounded as he listened. He felt something was wrong, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that this was the truth.
While the three of them were talking, a young man suddenly entered the classroom in a hurry and exclaimed: "Sir is here, sir is here..."
No one was afraid of Hu Yan, but the horrified look on this young man's face made people feel strange. He came as soon as he came, why was he so scared?
But at this moment, a person walked in outside the classroom.
It's just...not Hu Yan.
It was an old monk wearing a black cassock.
As soon as the old monk appeared, Zhu Yong and Zhang Fu, who had been so arrogant just now, immediately lowered their heads, as if they were children who had made mistakes and did not dare to express their anger.
The other teenagers were also like a mouse meeting a cat.
The old monk is none other than Yao Guangxiao.
After Yao Guangxiao came in, he smiled broadly. He seemed to be very confident in his image, and he was the kind of kind elder.
However, the expressions on the young men's faces made Yao Guangxiao slightly embarrassed.
Of course, this monk already didn't know how to write this embarrassingly.
So, he sat down with relief and said with a kind-hearted look: "I am very pleased to hear that you study hard here every day."
Hu Yan's face twitched.
However, the young people have a fear that a storm is coming.
It seemed that they had heard some not-so-good rumors about this monk from their fathers, such as... killing people with a smile... or he was telling everyone to rebel every day.
Yao Guangxiao looked at the young men, but he was still amiable and nodded with approval: "Yes, yes, they are all good men. I have a successor to the Ming Dynasty."
Seeing everyone indifferent.
Yao Guangxiao cleared his throat and said again: "But I heard from Mr. Hu that you guys play occasionally, right? Don't be afraid, it doesn't matter. There is no problem if a young man makes mistakes..."
Hu Yan was anxious: "Mr. Yao, it's not that I made an accident, it was..."
Yao Guangxiao winked at him, and Hu Yan stopped talking.
Yao Guang said filially: "I am here today to test my skills. After you have made meritorious deeds, you will have to be the pillars of my Ming Dynasty in the future. You might as well... Let's do this. You pick up pen, ink, paper and inkstone and just write something.
As a memorial, write down your own opinions, gains and losses about the imperial court. The humble monk will not come up with a topic. You are free to write whatever you want. Your right is to make suggestions for the imperial court. "
Any suggestions?
This time, everyone was really confused.
Zhang Anshi was also a little suspicious, wondering what kind of medicine Yao Guangxiao was selling in his gourd.
But after Yao Guangxiao finished speaking, everyone still obediently took out pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and started scratching their heads and ears one by one.
It was very quiet in Minglun Hall, and you could hear a needle drop.
Hu Yan frowned frequently. He knew Yao Guangxiao, and he looked down on those rotten scholars who were obsessed with studying. Therefore, in the academic test, they would definitely not ask everyone to write down the Four Books and Five Classics. They would just ask a group of young boys to give suggestions.
Isn't this child's play?
He took the opportunity to step forward, whispered to Yao Guangxiao, and said in a very low voice: "Mr. Yao...Zhu Yong, Zhang Fu, these scumbags are not going to be held accountable?"
"What's the hurry?" Yao Guangxiao calmly responded in a low voice.
Hu Yan said: "Young people don't know how high the sky is. If you let me go lightly... I'm afraid..."
Yao Guangxiao smiled and responded softly: "Only when the name is right can the word be right."
"This is……"
"If you punish them just because they are naughty, the punishment will be too light. I'm afraid they won't remember it."
"But...what does this have to do with the school entrance examination?"
"The examination school is different. They wrote the memorial, and there are articles to write in the memorial."
Hu Yan was still a little confused: "What article?"
Yao Guangxiao said in an understatement: "When His Majesty was in Peking, he wanted to clear the emperor's side, so he summoned an army and swore to march south. However, there was a strong wind and rain that day, and the strong wind blew the eaves and tiles of the palace to the ground. It is an ominous sign that the tiles are blown down by the wind.
Therefore, even His Majesty couldn't help but change his expression. But the poor monk came up to His Majesty at that time and said: "This is a good omen! Since ancient times, when flying dragons are in the sky, there must be wind and rain. The blue tiles of the Royal Palace fell to the ground, which indicates that Your Highness will use
It’s the emperor’s yellow tile.’ Then the morale was greatly boosted, and His Majesty was also very excited!”
Yao Guangxiao paused and continued to give Hu Yan a meaningful look: "Look...the key to right and wrong is not what it originally looks like, but how you interpret it. If you don't teach, you will punish him for abuse, young man
When they write memorials, there are articles in them, and they can always extract some evidence of their "daringness" from their articles. In this way, the evidence is conclusive and justified. When the time comes, it will be dealt with severely.
There is a reason, in short...right and wrong, I will take care of them, and they will be presented to Your Majesty. Thunder, rain, and dew will have their own teachings!"
As soon as these words came out, Hu Yan didn't feel the slightest joy, but shuddered subconsciously. Of course he knew that Yao Guangxiao was just knocking on the back of those ignorant people.
But... why am I feeling cold all over?
Yao Guangxiao ignored Hu Yan and continued to be content.
But the young people were racking their brains one by one, and came up with... something to say...
This is quite a challenge for most teenagers.
Zhang Anshi pondered for a long time and had an idea in his mind before he started writing carefully.
After half an hour passed, Yao Guangxiao stood up and collected the papers.
But he didn't read it, but still said kindly: "Well, thank you for your hard work. I will present these memorials to His Majesty."
After that, Shi Shiran walked away, and Hu Yan followed Yao Guangxiao step by step, wanting to send him out personally.
As soon as these two people left, the teenagers finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and the Minglun Hall immediately began to chatter.
Zhu Yong came up to Zhang Anshi and whispered: "Brother, what did you write in your memorial?"
Zhang Anshi said: "I wrote it randomly."
When he said this, both Zhu Yong and Zhang Fu showed expressions of ecstasy. Zhu Yong smiled and said: "Me too, me too, I also wrote nonsense."
Zhang Fu also danced with joy: "I handed in the blank paper. I really can't think of what to write. I was worried at first, but now we are all writing nonsense, so I feel relieved. By then, the three of us brothers will have something to write about."
It’s hard to agree with that!”
Zhang Anshi: "Ah...this..."
Zhang Anshi looked at Zhang Fu with a strange look.