Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 15 Mr. Zhao

Jiang Huai did not expect Wen Qian to agree so readily. In the past, he would just say: No!

"Brother Wen, you haven't had breakfast yet, so we won't go to the dining hall to eat. Please come to the restaurant."

Wen Qian looked at the enthusiastic Jiang Huai, hesitated for a moment, and he had already pulled her away from the entrance of the private school.

The two came to the third street in the center of the town, where there was already a lot of traffic.

Walking in, there are all kinds of restaurants, and the tangy aroma immediately attracted Wen Qian's eyes.

Shopkeeper Lin of Lin's Food Shop saw Jiang Huai, who was rich and powerful, with sharp eyes, and said with a smile, "Young Master Jiang, do you want something to eat?"

Jiang Huai nodded, with a modest smile on his face: "Today I'm treating my brother-in-law to breakfast, so the shopkeeper has to ask the right owner."

As he spoke, he pushed Wen Qian who was beside him to shopkeeper Lin.

Shopkeeper Lin is also a see-through person. Hearing this, he hurriedly laughed: "Oh, it's a villain with poor eyesight. I didn't recognize the God of Wealth. I'm so disrespectful and disrespectful. Two distinguished guests, please come inside!"

A smile flashed in the corner of Wen Qian's eyes. I don't know if Jiang Huai forgot to say his name or deliberately made things difficult for shopkeeper Lin. I didn't expect shopkeeper Lin to be a quick-witted person!

Directly addressing himself as the God of Wealth shows that he respects the guests first. The word "disrespect" is not only an apology but also can elevate Jianghuai's status. The word honored guest is flattering.

Sure enough, there is no shortage of wise people, especially those who are at the bottom.

Jiang Huai didn't speak, his eyes signaled Wen Qian to make the decision.

Wen Qian was not polite: "Okay, let's eat here, it's convenient to go back to school."

Although he was moved by Shopkeeper Lin's words, he still had to find excuses!

Jiang Huai seconded his suggestion: "Brother Wen is already a master of talent, and his knowledge has always been a model praised by the teacher. I think this year's Qiuwei will definitely win the exam."

Shopkeeper Lin, who was wiping the table with his own hands to entertain the two, had a more sincere smile on his face when he heard this.

He was already timid towards the handsome and calm elder brother next to Jiang Huai, but now he knew that his surname was Wen and he was a scholar, so he quickly shouted: "Xiao Er, don't want a bowl of mutton soup!"

Turning to Wen Qian and Jiang Huai, he asked, "Mr. Wen, Mr. Jiang, what do you two want to eat?"

Jiang Huai was already hungry when he smelled the aroma, knowing that this was the first time Uncle Wen Gan came here, so he said directly: "Shopkeeper Lin, the old rules, I will serve three servings of each food you eat here. If you can't finish it, take it away !"

"Okay, wait a moment, both of you." Mr. Jiang was still so hospitable, shopkeeper Lin sighed, and walked away with a smile.

Wen Qian looked at the six food items on the table with a serious expression: deep-fried dough sticks, hemp balls, meat buns, tea eggs, hot and sour noodles, bean curds, and mutton soup are not counted.

The ancients have researched these modern versions earlier?
Or are there other traversers?
"Brother Wen, eat quickly, I ordered three servings!" Jiang Huai couldn't help urging Wen Qian staring at the chopsticks on the table.

Only then did Wen Qian realize the hunger in Jiang Huai's eyes, and smiled slightly: "Jiang Huai, do you eat such good food every day?"

Jiang Huai shook his head: "No, these foods can't be called good. They don't have any nutrition at all, but they are convenient to fill your stomach, mainly because they taste good."

Wen Qian frowned: "How do you say that?"

"Hmm? Well, there's something else Brother Wen doesn't know?"

Jiang Huai looked away from eating, looked up at Wen Qian who was frowning, and realized that he really didn't know these common senses that everyone knew!
Come on, if he doesn't make it clear, he won't be able to eat with peace of mind.

Jiang Huai looked around and lowered his volume: "These foods appeared 20 years ago. I heard that the Great Qin Kingdom, which had not yet destroyed the country, had an amazingly talented emperor Qin Zhao who could speak in eight months. You can count at the age of three, you can compose poetry at the age of five, you can do business at the age of ten, you can handle government affairs at the age of 12, and you can handle government affairs at the age of ten.

Wen Qian knocked on the table with her hand: "Get to the point!"

"Okay." Jiang Huai nodded: "At the age of 15, he began to lead troops to attack the rebellious vassal king. In the end, he was ambushed and died under random arrows. All these meals were made by him. If the emperor's grandson still..."

When Wen Qian heard this, she didn't want to listen to Jiang Huai's nonsense about what if, so she directly handed a pair of chopsticks in front of him: "Aren't you hungry?"

Jiang Huai paused: "I'm hungry."

As soon as he talked about eating, he lost all thoughts. He took the chopsticks and saw Wen Qian picking up fried dough sticks. He didn't lag behind and picked up a mochi ball and started eating.

Wen Qian ate very fast, Jiang Huai, an elegant scholar, was also a foodie, and after a while, this was the third food served on the table.

After breakfast and paying, the two of them went back to the private school under the smiling face of the shopkeeper Lin.

When Wen Qian and Jiang Huai entered the school, they found that most of the students had already arrived, and some even began to read books and practice calligraphy silently.

Wen Qian glanced around, left Jiang Huai behind and returned to her seat.

Opening the desk, there was a book... a story book, and the subject matter was also very modern "Lady is a Little Sweet"?
Could it be that this was also the handwriting of the late grandson Qin Zhao 20 years ago?

It's just that the original owner didn't study well when he came to the private school, so he used a script to put on airs?

Wen Qian wanted to return to her thoughts, but the movements of her hands didn't stop.

Picking up the storybook and flipping through it, I realized that I was superficial.

The original owner is not reading the script, but writing the script.

The content is quite new, even if it is placed in modern times, it will not be outdated.

The story is: the soul of the eldest daughter of the ancient Hanlin University scholar passed through to the end of the [-]th century, and became a commoner girl who couldn't lift her hands or shoulders. Fortunately, she had an extraordinary IQ.

Relying on his own knowledge in a strange world, he made a lot of noise.There were many misunderstandings and jokes with the male protagonist Xueba, and finally became a happy couple.

There is only one chapter left to finish.

Should I make it up?

Wen Qian thought about it, picked up the pen in the desk, dipped ink from the inkstone of a classmate beside her, and started writing.

At the same time, I sighed in my heart: the original owner is really versatile, and the means of making money are also very clever.

In this ancient time, being a killer was a quick job, and writing scripts was a safe and powerful way to earn money.

After all, as long as the story is exciting, no matter men, women or children, they can use it to pass the time. People who can read the scripts in ancient times are naturally not stingy with spending money.

If one more book is sold to the theater, it will be a huge reward.

When Mr. Zhao stepped into the school, he saw Wen Gan, the proud student who hadn't come for a long time, writing a script on the desk, and he was still immersed in it.

Mr. Zhao shook his head helplessly, and sat on the lecturer's platform directly above with a book.

After staring at Wen Qian for a while, he wondered if he should consider letting this kid graduate from the private school.

He is about to reach the championship this year, he must be [-] years old!

Back then, Hot Spring Gui Fei had to send his cold and reticent son to study in his small private school, and the gift was heavy.

Forced to make a living, he agreed to Wen Qian to study with him. Who knew that this kid was still a child prodigy, and he got the first place in the class without saying a word.

At that time, the students in the whole school were stunned. It was only when he proudly received a good seedling that he realized that prodigies all had tempers, and they even had weird tempers.

That is... Cherishing words like gold, Wen Gan just turned a blind eye to ordinary people's questions and didn't listen to them.

Unfortunately, except for himself, the teacher, there is no one in the whole school who can make Wen Qian speak.

Nowadays, old Mr. Zhao looks at Wen Gan, regardless of whether he comes to class, whether he listens to the lectures in class, or whether he does other small tricks, in short, this kid is a piece of study material, and he comes first in the test papers every time.

But such a gifted student, after four years of examination, is still a scholar.

Mr. Zhao really didn't want to understand why?Is it too esoteric?
But Ding Wen, the young master of the Ding family who was his classmate, was less educated than him and less likable than him, and he also won the Jinshi last year.

"Hello sir!"

Wen Qian had long felt a strong gaze on her, but she hadn't finished writing the episode yet, so she could only pretend not to know.

Now that I have finished writing, I naturally have to stand up and salute.

"Okay, you come with me!"

Mr. Zhao waved his hand, then turned his head and told other students to study and practice calligraphy as usual.

He got up and walked towards the outside of the school with his hands behind his back. After walking a few steps, he looked back and found that Wen Qian had followed, and continued walking.

Wen Qian didn't know what Mr. Zhao told him to do, but he was a teacher, so he had to obey.

Nature followed behind.

It's just that this seems to be the way to the study. Does Mr. Zhao have something to say to her in private?
(End of this chapter)