Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 41
Meng Xiaowan was leaning on the pillow, with a very simple milky white rocking chair under her body.Mother Chen held a round fan embroidered with another world's emperor Yubifeng mountain ink painting, and fanned it for her.

Bai Lu sat on a small stool, vividly telling the gossip he heard from Sanqi.

"Han Jiaoyu's daughter-in-law actually came forward to embarrass our uncle, saying that he offended her by the West Lake before, but he was beaten up by Mr. Han. I heard from Sanqi that the medical woman in the county stayed at Han's house for two whole days. In Japan, the Han family was almost in vain. It can be seen that the beating was really hard."

Meng Xiaowan put down the book in her hand, and sighed coldly: "It's my fault. I already knew that this Han girl was actually a man-like personality. There were many rumors about her in her boudoir, and I hated her the most. As a daughter of mine, she has read a lot of books since she was a child, and she used to look down on a class of students in the county."

Chen's mother also remembered what happened on the wedding day, but she was a little unconvinced: "That person. I mean, the girl from the Han family is also doing the same. Our family is doing a good job in welcoming the bride, but let her be a villain. The girl asked the uncle to give her a good-looking , but I think it flatters her. Such a good poem was actually listened to by her first."

"Actually, I was in a mess that day," Meng Xiaowan smiled and covered her face with a book, "I came out of the house in a panic, all my thoughts were on the lawsuit of my parents, brother and sister-in-law. Seeing Han Jiaoyu, I couldn't help but want him to show my hand, but I used my strength in the wrong place. I didn't want to, but I forgot that her temper is absolutely unwilling to suffer."

Bailu rolled his eyes and lowered his voice: "Why did Huo Langjun say that it was Li Langjun who instigated the girl from the Han family when Huo Langjun was drinking at my house yesterday?"

Mother Chen made a gesture to hit the egret, which made the egret cover her head in a hurry.

Both of them looked at Meng Xiaowan secretly, but saw that Meng Xiaowan's hand slowly slipped from the book covering her face, as if she just fell asleep.

On the cover of the book facing the light, there are three words "Palace of Eternal Life" written in Zhang Zhe's handwriting.

In the small courtyard, Zhang Zhe, who is about to face the autumn exam, is working hard to chop firewood.

Zhang Zhe, who had nothing to do yesterday, followed Sanqi to learn how to chop firewood, and was laughed at by Sanqi for a long time.Unconvinced, he brought a pure steel ax from modern times, and he was using that excellent ax to scratch Sanqi's heart.

"Lang Jun, don't, no, it's not like that,"

"Oh, don't, don't break that axe!"

"Ancestor, don't be foolish!"

Zhang Wuliu just came back from the field. When he entered the door, he saw that his son was in good shape. He was so angry that he picked up a stick and greeted his son.

This time Zhang Zhe waited for Zhang Wuliu to hit him five or six times before stopping the stick.

"Nothing up or down!" Zhang Wuliu glared at his son blushing with anger, but it was a pity that Mr. Xiaolang stopped him, and it was difficult for him to continue.

Sanqi sued Banzhuxiang's forgiveness, and Zhang Zhe's nonsense made Zhang Wuliu go away.

Before leaving, Zhang Wuliu replied to Zhang Zhe with a smile: "The sweet potato ordered by Mr. Lang has already been planted in the surrounding fields, and it must be of great use in the future."

As soon as Zhang Wuliu entered the back room, Zhang Sanqi complained to Zhang Zhe: "Mr. Lang is slow in shouting this time. I really beat my father several times."

"Hey, sir, I did it on purpose to tell you to laugh at me! The ax belongs to you." Zhang Zhe threw the ax to Sanqi viciously, and was so happy that the kid hugged the ax and kissed, just like marrying a wife of.

Zhang Zhe was ready to go back to the study when he had recovered from his "movements". On the way, he couldn't help turning his head to glance at the main room.

Just now when he was "exercising", that girl Bailu got someone's orders to come out and wipe his sweat for him.This is better than not having any additional interaction between the main room and the study a few days ago.

After returning to the study, Zhang Zhe started to do the questions.

These are the pens and inks of the old officials in the county obtained by Huo Bingcheng, and even the writings of the county's respected friends have also obtained a lot, all of which are in the form of official documents.

There is a big difference between Tong Kao in the Zheng Dynasty and Zhang Zhe's original scientific research in world history.The examination here does not have the classics of the Four Books and Five Classics, let alone the troublesome stereotyped format.

But after all, it is a culture that comes down in one continuous line, and the scientific research on both sides also has many similarities.

The children's test is divided into two days. On the first day, the Moyi test is in the morning, and the writing test is in the afternoon.Here, Mo Yi means filling in the blanks silently, and there is half a day for the exam.The basic official document format for the students in the afternoon exam is probably to imitate an official manuscript.On the second day, it was the literary examination that really saw the truth.

The questions are set by the teaching scriptures, and candidates spend a whole day writing essays or Fu, which are about an essay of [-] to [-] words and a poem.

What makes Zhang Zhe relatively weak now is that he is not familiar with the official manuscripts of the Dazheng Dynasty at all. Fortunately, with decades of experience in taking the exam, coupled with the high-quality resources provided by Huo Bingcheng, after two days, the manuscripts he wrote have already been written. It's getting hotter.

And the one who judged him was the "Mengfuzi" who was separated by a wall.

Meng Xiaowan's judging papers were very authentic, and Zhang Zhe's manuscript was demoted to nothing through the wooden wall.Although Zhang Zhe suspected that she was deliberately embarrassing herself, the loopholes she found almost hit the mark every time, which was very reasonable.

Zhang Zhe, who was a little annoyed, bought Bailu with a box of wick cakes in private, and only then did he know that the Meng family's business, accounts, documents, taxes and other chores were presided over by Meng Chuansheng and Meng's mother, but in fact it was Meng Xiaowan who Do things in the dark.

"In the girl's room, the copies of notices sent by the branch offices in various places weigh more than ten catties every month!"

It turns out that my wife is still a domineering president!

Zhang Zhe has a generous temperament, let alone his own wife, it's okay to be criticized by her for her clerical skills.A man must be magnanimous, right?
My daughter-in-law, Ms. Meng, has worked so hard to help me so much. As a husband, I naturally want to do what I like as a reward.Last night, across the wooden wall, Zhang Zhe took the initiative to "invite" Meng Xiaowan to play a game of blindfolded chess.

The effect was very good, and Meng Xiaowan ignored him all day.

On the night of June [-]th, Meng Xiaowan in the main room turned off the lights early.

And Zhang Zhe, who couldn't sleep, secretly turned from the back door to the front yard, and happened to meet the girl who was burning incense under the moon.Meng Xiaowan bowed to the moonless night sky, she was extremely devout.

Zhang Zhe looked at her back for a long time, didn't call her, but retreated slowly.

He didn't know, after he left, Meng Xiaowan relaxed all over, gritted her teeth and complained in a low voice, "There's no sound when you walk, maybe she's used to being a thief?"

At the beginning of Yin, it was still dark, Zhang Zhe took the freshly baked book boy Sanqi, boarded the boat and went to the county.Zhang Zhe didn't prepare anything himself, but before boarding the boat, Chen's mother and Bailu covered Sanqi with things all over his body.

Zhang Zhe glanced back at the old tree in the courtyard.

In the dim place, behind the trees in front of the courtyard, only a slender figure was reflected on the ground beside the tree by the light from the room.

As the light boat left the shore, Zhang Zhe suddenly read aloud a half-quee poem: "Qia classmate is a young man, he is in full bloom; he is full of scholarly spirit, and scolds Fang Qiu. Pointing to the country, stimulating the writing, the dung and dirt were once tens of thousands of households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves stop Flying boat?"

After reading, Zhang Zhe deliberately looked at the shore with a cold face.

But Sanqi laughed at the side: "Mr. Lang, the voice of the poem you read is a little softer, and the wind is headed at this time. If you want the eldest lady to hear it, you have to be like a boatman shouting the number."

Sure enough, the egret's cry came from the shore: "What are you talking about? But what's left behind?!"

(End of this chapter)