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

Chapter 16

Old Mr. Zhao brought Wen Qian into the study room, poured two more cups of tea himself, and pointed to the empty chair opposite: "Wen Xiucai, sit down!"

Wen Qian smiled lightly, and sat down as she said: "Teacher, you're welcome."

Mr. Zhao took a sip of tea, stared at Wen Qian and asked, "You said, how many times have you left the church this month without asking for leave?"

Wen Qian was taken aback, then touched her nose resentfully: "Hey, there shouldn't be many!"

"You don't have much, do you mean how much is too much?" Mr. Zhao's face darkened, and he said seriously: "This month, you played truant twice without reason, and the point is that you only went halfway this month!"

Wen Qian secretly rolled her eyes, and said casually, "Ah, this, I'll pay attention next time."

Old Mr. Zhao drank the tea in the cup: "There will be no next time."

"Huh?" Wen Qian was puzzled, and quickly looked up at Mr. Zhao.

what's the situation?What do you mean no next time?

"You are also a scholar now. You will graduate from the old man today, and you don't need to come here in the future." Mr. Zhao said directly what was in his heart without waiting for Wen Qian to ask.

The moment he said it, his heart, which had been pressed by a big stone, immediately settled down.

Wen Qian, who was fiddling with the lid of the teacup, shook her hand and almost knocked over the teacup, frowning slightly: "Sir, are you angry?"

The old-fashioned Mr. Zhao shook his head: "No, this old man is serious. The relationship between you and me as a teacher and student is over."

Then he picked up the empty teacup on the table and shook it three times.

Wen Qian understood.

Mr. Zhao's words are like drinking empty tea, which is impossible. At the same time, he also expresses that he has no knowledge to teach himself, and it also means serving tea to see off guests.

Wen Qian frowned and thought for a while, then let out a soft breath: "I see."

After finishing speaking, she put down the lid of the teacup in her hand, stood up and saluted: "Thank you, sir, for taking care of me all these years, Xiaosheng bid farewell."

In fact, Mr. Zhao didn't mention it, Wen Qian also wanted to ask to leave, otherwise it would be difficult to guarantee that the old man would not find out the subtle difference between himself and the original owner. Now that Mr. Zhao has proposed, she will not force her to stay.

Wen Qian went out of the room, then went back to the house to pack the bedding.

Looking at the original owner's bed, there was nothing but a pillow, a quilt, and a few books.

She tore off the bed sheet, put everything inside, folded the four corners in half, a simple bundle was fine, and hung her long arms on her body as soon as she stretched out.

When she was about to step out of the private school, she remembered that she was in the school and that she had just written a side story book "Girls are a Little Jiao".

"Wen Xiucai, please stay."

As soon as Wen Qian turned her head, she saw Mr. Zhao's son Zhao Mingzheng walking over in a hurry.

He was handsome, a handsome boy with a baby face, in his early twenties.

He likes to wear a long gown with green bamboo patterns. He is good at painting and has a good-natured temperament.

This spring, he married his wife, Mrs. Yang, who was born in a small merchant family. One is diligent and thrifty in managing the house, the other is hardworking.

"Brother Zhao."

When Zhao Ming heard this, he shook his head slightly restrained: "Don't be Wen Xiucai, big brother, this is the book you left in school, and my father asked me to return it to you."

Wen Qian looked at the book he was holding in both hands, it was the book "A Lady Is a Little Sweet", "Thank you!"

He took the book in his hand and went straight out of the private school.

Looking at Wen Qian's back, Zhao Ming realized a sense of loneliness.

Then he threw this thought to the back of his mind, Wen Xiucai is a smart person, and he will definitely be admitted to Juren in the future, no, he will definitely be the number one scholar.

Wen Qian didn't know what Zhao Ming was thinking behind her, so she went straight back to the small courtyard in the town with her burden on her back.

Thinking of chatting with Jiang Huai today, I realized that I don't know many common sense and gossip that ordinary people should know. The main reason is that the original owner didn't leave these memories, so she automatically ignored them.

At this moment, just look at the books in this room.

Wen Qian stood in front of the bookshelf, looking at the various books classified by the original owner, which made it very convenient for her to read any book she wanted.

Sweeping over row by row, I looked at the logo in the upper right corner: "Four Great Masterpieces? There are also Four Great Masterpieces in ancient times?"

I saw four thick ancient books lying alone in this frame. Wen Qian took the second book in the middle without thinking about it.

Take a closer look: "West... Journey to the West?"

When these three words came into view, Wen Qian blinked her eyes in fright. She read it right, it was Journey to the West!
Then he opened the book, and it read: Author Qin Zhao.

Opened Chapter 1 again, the content was correct, it was Journey to the West that Wen Qian knew, one was the modern author Wu Chengen, and the other was the late emperor grandson Qin Zhao in ancient times.

Wen Qian put down Journey to the West and picked up the other three books to read. As expected: A Dream of Red Mansions, Water Margin, and Romance of the Three Kingdoms were all written by Qin Zhao.

At this time, the idiot also understood that Qin Zhao, the grandson of the emperor who was amazingly talented and gorgeous 20 years ago, was a time traveler, but it's a pity that he was a bit sad!
A person who was born in the pyramid, and has two souls in one life, unexpectedly turned his head before turning over the waves, this is really bad enough!

Wen Qian's eyes fell on the poetry column, and she picked up a recent book, titled "Wine", and the author was Qin Zhao again.

When I opened the book, it was full of poems about wine, most of which were plagiarized from the ancient poems known in modern times, only a few of which Wen Qian had never seen before, and I don’t know whether it was written by Qin Zhao himself or someone else The work is quite well written.

For example, this song "Zhanlu":
Zhan Zhan Ruth, the sun is not shining.Tired of drinking at night, not drunk, no return.

Zhanzhanlusi, in Bifengcao.Tired of drinking at night, in Zong Zai.

Zhan Zhan Lusi, in the wild.A gentleman of Xianyun will not fail to make virtue.

Its tung and its chairs are actually separated.Qi Di Gentleman, there is no exception.

The books on the shelf fell into Wen Qian's hands one by one, and each book was put back within the time of a cup of tea.

time flies.

Suddenly Wen Qian felt a pang of hunger in her stomach, she looked up out of the window, it was already afternoon.

Then he threw the book in his hand on the bookshelf, and stretched again, "Go, go out to eat, and go to the bank to change the bank notes into silver taels."

Wen Qian was wearing a half-worn blue shirt with no patterns on it, which made her look unusual among the crowd.

Because of his tall and straight figure like a pine, his outstanding handsome face, and his open and indifferent expression, even in such an ordinary situation, he also revealed a touch of nobility.

Along the way, there was that bold girl who winked and threw Juanpa at him.

Wen Qian could only pretend to be blind about this.

Wen Qian came to a restaurant. As soon as she entered the door, she was bumped on the arm by a person who hurried out. The waiter in the building hurried forward: "Master, are you okay?!"

"It's okay." Wen Qian clenched her palm tightly, and a folded paper was stuffed inside.

The shop clerk saw that the black-clothed man who bumped into someone was gone, and he showed a little embarrassment on his face: "My lord, don't take it to heart, the customer probably got drunk, so he bumped into someone and didn't know how to apologize. "

"Okay, I'm fine. Give me all the signature dishes in your restaurant!"

After Wen Qian finished speaking boldly, she found a quiet corner and sat down.

Soon, the waiter in the shop brought up the dishes, both meat and vegetables, and the combinations were beautiful, which whetted the appetite.

Eating braised pig's trotters gently and elegantly, squinting his eyes, after eating and drinking.

He picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, avoiding the attention of others.

Only then did he open the folded paper that had been held in the palm of his left hand.

The handwriting on it is light and elegant, like clouds rolling and clouds relaxing.

"At noon tonight, see Fengyulou Baihuaju - Chenfeng."

Wen Qian thought for a while before remembering who Chen Feng was.

Chenfeng is actually called Li Mo, his surname is Li, his name is Mo, and his style name is Chenfeng, so he is also called Li Chenfeng.

It's just that this Mr. Li Chenfeng is not a simple person, but an assassin from the Wind and Rain Tower in Jianghu, or the famous assassin who can be ranked in the top eight by the imperial court.

The original owner looked for him, it seemed that he wanted to meet the owner of Fengyu Building, but Wen Qian couldn't remember the specific one.

Forget it, even if Li Chenfeng dared to take the initiative to make an appointment, how could she, Wen Qian, have no reason not to see her.

Wen Qian crumpled the paper into a small ball, threw it into the soup bowl, and stirred it with a spoon, watching the paper slowly soak and rot.

Wen Qian stood up: "Xiaoer, pay the bill."

"Here we come!" The waiter came to Wen Qian with a smile, and said respectfully, "Guest officer, there are seven taels and twenty-four silver coins in total, and the change will be wiped off for you."

"This is eight taels, so there's no need to look for it." Wen Qian walked out the door as she spoke.

"Thank you, guest officer, come again next time!" The waiter looked at the eight taels of silver on the table and smiled from ear to ear.

One tael of silver is equal to fifty renminbi, and one renminbi is equal to fifty wen. His monthly salary is only 25 renminbi. This is more than a month's worth of reward money!
(End of this chapter)