Kangxi, your Qing Dynasty is dead

Chapter 3 What a loving father and filial son! (Seeking collection, seeking recommendation, seeking follow-up reading)

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Master Yu’s craftsmanship must still be there. I saw him take out a very old-looking deerskin bag from his arms, and opened it carefully. Inside were some small hooks, sticks, and hammers made of brass. , small chisels, and some tools that even Wang Zhongxiao is not famous for, they look like craftsmen.

Master Yu took out a tool made of copper wire from it, poked it lightly into the keyhole of the copper lock, then turned it around, and heard a light click, and the copper lock opened.

"Second young master, what do you think of my craftsmanship?" Master Yu asked with a smile, quite proud of himself.

Seeing that the copper lock was opened, Wang Zhongxiao said impatiently, "Okay, good workmanship, quick, quick, give me the box!"

As he spoke, Second Young Master Wang took the box containing a lot of banknotes from Mr. Yu, then lifted the lid, stared into it, and laughed out loud: "Haha, Jiu Yiniang really didn't lie to me, it's all the tickets of the old Fan family. One piece is 100 taels, and the ticket is redeemable!"

Then, Wang Daxiaozi put the box on the table again, then took out a thick stack of silver bills from it, and counted with a satisfied face, "two, four, six, eight, ten"

Seeing Wang Zhongxiao counting the money, Master Yu at the side was a little worried again, so he kindly reminded: "Second young master, don't take too much, it will be a bad thing if the master finds out."

Wang Zhongxiao ignored him, counted to twenty before stopping, put the remaining bank notes on the table, and then smiled and took out two bank notes and handed them to Master Yu, "Master, 100 taels It's for you, and the remaining 100 taels will be given to Wang Mazi and Xiao Lizi!"

Master Yu hurriedly shook his head, reached out to take the bank note and held it in his hand, "No, I don't dare to take it. This matter is going to piss me off, I can't eat it and walk around!"

"It's okay!" Wang Zhongxiao collected the banknotes, took out another stack of white paper that had been cut out earlier, stuffed it into the box, and put the remaining [-] or [-] banknotes on the white paper, then smiled. Said, "Can't you see it?"

"This, this..." Master Yu couldn't laugh or cry, "How long can I hide this?"

Wang Zhongxiao chuckled: "It doesn't take long to keep it a secret, don't I have to go to Beijing to apply? When I become an imperial guard and win the favor of the little emperor, the old man will still care about the 2000 taels of silver?"

What he said was full of confidence, as if he would definitely become the confidant of the little emperor Kangxi after he went to Beijing.

But Master Yu remembered something at this time, frowned and reminded: "Second Young Master, although the little emperor took over the government last year, Grand Master Ao still has the final say in the court. Grand Master Ao has a bad family. let's go!"

Grand Master Ao is of course Manchuria's number one Batulu, Minister Gu Ming, a first-class male who beats a hundred of them!
Some novels in later generations gave Oboi the official title of "Shaobao", but in fact the biggest civil servant that Oboi served was Taishi, who was even older than Shaobao.In the history of the Qing Dynasty, there were only two grand masters in total, one was Aobai and the other was Ye Bilong.

Hearing Oboi's name, Wang Zhongxiao couldn't help but smile wickedly. No, it was the "loyal smile".

Aobai this old thing is notoriously disgusting, even if he bullies the king, the most hateful thing is that he is not very greedy for money, not very lustful, and he is also famous for being serious, that's a real love Jueluo's country is his own business. No wonder the little emperor suspects that he is going to usurp the throne.

When Wang Zhongxiao was thinking about something good, suddenly Wang Mazi and Xiao Lizi shouted loudly from outside the window.

"Greetings to Daddy, baby!"

"Nephew met uncle!"

Hearing the shouts of the two, the expressions of Wang Zhongxiao and Master Yu changed.

"It's broken! The old thing is back." Wang Zhongxiao quickly realized that he hurriedly stuffed the silver ticket into his arms, then picked up the box and put it on the bookshelf, and said to Mr. Yu, "Master Yu, Put the books back quickly!"

Master Yu also had no idea, so he had no choice but to answer, and then hurriedly put the few books on the table back on the shelf, and covered the box again.But not all of them were put back, and one book was missing, because Wang Zhongxiao had already sat down solemnly behind the desk with it and was ready to study.

But when Wang Zhongxiao opened the book and wanted to read it, he realized something was wrong. What he got in his hand was actually the illustrated volume of "Jin Ping Mei"!Not to mention, the painting is quite good, using the brushwork of iron line and line drawing, it is very valuable for collection at first glance.When he was about to change a book to work hard, he remembered the creaking sound of his feet stepping on the stairs.

Needless to say, it must be the old Wang Fuchen who came up!
Wang Zhongxiao knew that it was too late to change the book, so he didn't change it at all, and just read "Four Books and Five Classics" with "Jin Ping Mei"!

Although "Zhen Wang Zhongxiao" is a dandy with well-developed limbs, isn't it just a coincidence that he just got a new soul?This is the soul of a newcomer with ideals, morality, culture, and discipline, and this soul has served the people for many years during his lifetime and is well versed in the golden mean.

Wang Zhongxiao thought for a while, and the "Doctrine of the Mean" in the "Four Books and Five Classics" came. I saw him shaking his head and muttering: "Zi once said: A gentleman is mean, and a villain is against the mean. A gentleman is mean, and a gentleman is moderate." "A villain is the mean, and a villain has no fear."

"Huh? This little bastard is really studying! Is he reading "The Analects of Confucius"?"

Wang Zhongxiao hadn't finished reading "The Doctrine of the Mean" when he saw a handsome burly man and a round, short fat man walking up the stairs one after the other.

This burly man is of course the "Living Lu Bu" Wang Fuchen!
Live Lu Bu!Of course, there is nothing to say about his appearance. Following Wang Zhongxiao, he is a burly man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, straight nose and wide mouth. Although he has been in the army for many years, his face is neither tan nor pimple. It can also be regarded as the top jade.

The father and son Wang Fuchen and Wang Zhongxiao looked like father and son, they were carved out of the same mold, but Wang Fuchen looked older, about forty or so, and had a very manly beard.

And that Wang Jizhen is a little crooked, not like Wang Zhongxiao, he is a round, short and fat man with a small nose and small eyes, and he always looks cheerful.Now when I heard my father ask a question, I smiled and said: "Daddy, the second brother reads "The Doctrine of the Mean"."

"The mean? The mean of the mean?" Wang Fuchen found a chair while talking, and sat down with great determination.

Wang Jizhen taught his father patiently: "Daddy, "The Doctrine of the Mean" is one of the four books, and the other three books are "University", "The Analects" and "Mencius."

"Oh, so that's what the Four Books mean." Wang Fuchen nodded, with an open-minded and studious look.

Wang Zhongxiao didn't want his brother to continue to teach his father here - in case the father was taught to be interested, if he wanted to read "The Doctrine of the Mean", it would be obvious.So he hurriedly handed the "Jin Ping Mei" in his hand to Master Yu to put it back in its original place, then got up and bowed to his father: "My child is loyal and filial, please greet my father."

Wang Fuchen glanced at his tall and strong son, and asked with a smile: "Second brother, why did you think of studying hard when you are doing well? Could it be that you lost to Wu Shijue in the last martial arts competition, and you lost your courage and don't want to be a martial artist anymore?" ?”

Hearing Wang Fuchen mention "martial arts competition" and "Wu Shijue", Wang Zhongxiao was furious. He fell off his horse and smashed his head during the martial arts competition with Wu Guogui's son Wu Shijue, so he changed his soul of.

Although the soul has been changed, Wang Zhongxiao still can't help getting angry when he thinks of this Wu Shijue!It's so dishonest to compare a martial artist with such a heavy hand!

Thinking of this, Wang Zhongxiao's face darkened, and he said angrily: "Father, my son is not afraid of that Wu Shijue, it was just negligence last time, next time we will compare, he will definitely beat the shit out of him!"

Wang Fuchen laughed loudly: "This is the son of my Ma Yaozi!"

Wang Zhongxiao saw that his father didn't find anything wrong with him, so he changed the subject and said, "Father, although my son is still a martial artist, he still needs to study some books, so that he can be selected as Bai Tang in this autumn's selection. "

"Isn't it just a Baitang? With your martial arts, you can't win?" Wang Fuchen looked indifferent, "But it's good to read more books, maybe you can walk the path of a writer in the future."

"Daddy taught that." Wang Zhongxiao said, "Daddy, my son thought you were quiet here, so I came here to study. Now that you are back, my son should go back to the small study to study."

Wang Fuchen nodded, and then said to Wang Jizhen: "Boss, you and the second child go back to his place together, tell him that he should choose to worship Tang A, and then explain to him what should be paid attention to when returning to Beijing? Beijing is not Compared with Qu Jing, you have to be a man with your tail between your legs!" As he spoke, he glared at Wang Zhongxiao again, "When you are at the feet of the emperor, you can't just look at someone's maid who is beautiful and just go and molested her. Then it's not about letting the master be cruel. It's time for a beating!"

When Wang Zhongxiao heard this, his cheeks blushed, and he quickly saluted and said: "Yes, Daddy, the child understands."

It turned out that there was a reason why he let Wu Shijue beat him up.
Wang Jizhen also said: "Daddy, my son is retiring."

Wang Fuchen smiled and waved his hands: "Go, go, all go!" Then he said to the master, "Haitian, it's getting late, you should go back too."

"Dong Weng, that student also resigned."

Seeing his two sons and a master went downstairs together, Wang Fuchen slowly stood up from the chair, walked to the bookshelf, took down the "Jin Ping Mei" and a few books on the left and right sides, and then took out the left and right books. That mahogany box in the back.

The box was quickly opened, and Wang Fuchen took out the bank notes inside as soon as he stretched out his hand, and then counted them one by one. After counting, he naturally found those white papers, his face darkened, and he cursed in a low voice : "Little bastard, take money to gamble again."

(End of this chapter)