After entering the wrong bridal chamber, I went to farm with the powerful minister

The three of them left the bookstore.

Fu Ciyi grabbed her hand and placed the silver ingot in her hand.

"Put it in your purse."

Yan Funing was shocked: "This time ten books are worth ten taels?"

Fu Ciyi said quietly: "Yes, because there are many words."

Only then did Li Xinheng realize that smart people can make money.

He has grown so old that he can count on his five fingers the number of times he has seen ten taels of silver ingots.Afraid that someone would see jealousy, he hurriedly stood in front of Yan Funing and used his burly body to shield her.

After Yan Funing placed the silver ingot, Fu Ciyi patted Li Xinheng on the shoulder.

The three of them returned to the restaurant.

In the private room, the director of the pavilion quietly ordered: "I want two portions of pig intestines, three portions of braised chicken feet, and a bottle of wine. Don't shout loudly when the food is served."

Brother Feng didn't understand: "We always give the names of the dishes when we serve them."

The pavilion chief pointed to his forehead: "Young man, don't be so ignorant. Who am I?"

"The pavilion chief."

"Is there any pavilion director who likes to eat pig intestines or chicken feet?"

Brother Feng was about to say no, but when he saw the person in front of him, he changed his mind and said, "Yes, isn't it you?"

The director of the pavilion smiled: "Just know how to measure. Hurry up and serve the food."

"Okay!" Brother Feng shook the cotton towel on his shoulder and shouted loudly, "In the private room, the pig..."

The next few words were hard to hold back.

Afraid that the director of the pavilion would reach out and call him, Mr. Feng shrank his neck and hurriedly left the private room.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Yan Funing coming back. She hurriedly called Liu Song, who had just left the accounting room: "Shopkeeper, the little shopkeeper is back."

When Liu Song saw Yan Funing, most of his anger just now disappeared: "My daughter is here?"

"Uncle, my husband is free today and can help me write the names of the dishes and water labels." Yan Funing smiled sweetly and reached out to pull Fu Ciyi's sleeve.

Liu Song glanced at his son, who had his head lowered at the moment, and greeted Yan Funing with a smile: "Okay."

Turning his eyes and seeing the cold Fu Ciyi, his smile suddenly dropped by half.

Thinking that he was Yan Funing's husband and had come to help the restaurant, Liu Song raised his hand to invite her: "The pen and ink are ready, and the empty signs have been made by carpenters, waiting for the master to write."

Li Xinheng interjected: "My young master is no longer my wife. The shopkeeper can change his title."

"Oh, what's going on?" Liu Song was worried.

"My young master is handsome, and he was attracted by his upright daughter, who wanted him to marry his daughter. When he refused, he was dismissed from his post as a village schoolmaster." Li Xinheng complained, "Shopkeeper, please tell me. , this matter is causing trouble."

Liu Song was angry when he heard this: "Young master already has a wife, how can he start the chaos and end up abandoning her?"

If Leng Bingbing marries an upright girl, where will he leave Yan Funing?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and then he thought that this guy could reject the upright girl, which showed that he was worthy of Yan Funing, so he gave him a good look at the moment: "Young master did the right thing, it is not appropriate for a small village school master."

Fu Ciyi looked cold throughout the whole process, as if what they were chatting about had nothing to do with him.

Just ask Yan Funing: "Which dish names and which drink names need to be written?"

Yan Funing pulled out a piece of paper from under the bill at the corner of the counter: "Here, it's all up there."

Fu Ciyi raised his hand to roll up his sleeves, dipped his pen in ink, and started writing.

The lobby suddenly became quiet.

The guys gathered around first, followed by the guests in the lobby.

Fu Ciyi had a cold expression when writing, and there was an invisible aura around him, which made everyone present dare not speak easily.

The chief of the pavilion in the private room waited left and right, but no pig intestines were served. The originally bustling lobby was surprisingly quiet, so he stepped out of the private room.

I saw many people surrounding the counter on three levels inside and three outside.Driven by curiosity, he squeezed past.

When people saw that the pavilion chief was coming, they all made way for a path.

The director of the pavilion saw the words on the sign at a glance. He couldn't help but nodded, raised his index finger and pointed: "Fu Ciyi, the first scholar in Ling County, really deserves his reputation, he has good calligraphy!"

Only then did everyone present, including Liu Song, realize that the young man in front of them was the most talented scholar in the county.

Everyone applauded with respect.

Liu Chengwen looked up at the ceiling and cursed in his heart. He was not the first scholar, but he could also be admitted as a scholar.

Fu Ciyi wrote the last sign and nodded to the director of the pavilion.

The director of the pavilion added: "You are a talented person. I am very optimistic about you this autumn."

Fu Ciyi put down his pen and cupped his hand: "Thank you, Mr. Pavilion."

The director of the pavilion looked at the words on the sign carefully and said seriously: "Our Qingshan Academy needs talents like you. If you can come to the academy, Qingshan Jingping will be able to produce many more talents."

Liu Chengwen, who had been standing quietly aside, was dissatisfied: "What does the pavilion chief mean?"

The director of the pavilion laughed loudly and said: "I would like to invite Fu Ciyi to come to Qingshan Academy to be a master and teach students how to be a scholar."

It is not easy to become a scholar.

Those who can pass the exam will be able to shine.

Since the cold young man in front of him is the first in Ling County, he must have a lot of valuable experience. Thinking of this, Liu Song praised: "The director of the pavilion has a good vision."

The pavilion chief looked at Fu Ciyi with a smile: "Do you agree?"

Fu Ciyi thought that as a man, he should shoulder the responsibility of supporting his family, so he agreed immediately.

The director of the pavilion introduced: "Qingshan Academy is the only formal school in Qingshan Town. The students in it come from various village schools, and they are all over fifteen years old."

The pavilion chief introduced himself again: "I am not talented. As the pavilion chief of Qingshan Town, I also serve as the honorary headmaster of Qingshan Academy. Today I specially appoint Fu Ciyi as the master of Qingshan Academy."

When speaking, bow.

Fu Ciyi raised his hand to return the salute.

"Because the students are quite young, they often skip classes." As he spoke, the director of the pavilion pointed to Liu Chengwen standing in the corner, "For example, Liu Chengwen often goes out to buy food. I hope the master can teach them strictly in the future."

Fu Ciyi's eyebrows moved slightly, and it turned out that he was Liu Song's son, Liu Chengwen.

In this way, Fu Ciyi suddenly became Liu Chengwen's wife.

Li Xinheng said happily: "Okay, my young master has become a wife again."

Suddenly, the pavilion chief laughed out loud: "If I remember correctly, Master is nineteen this year, and Liu Chengwen took the scholar exam twice, so he must be twenty this year."

As soon as these words came out, Liu Chengwen lost face.

He was dissatisfied that Fu Ciyi looked better than him and could write better than him.

He was even more displeased to learn that this person was the number one scholar.

Now he knew that this person was one year younger than him, but he became his teacher, which made him extremely depressed.

Immediately I lost my mood to have lunch.

"Dad, I don't want to eat anymore." He walked out of the restaurant.

Liu Song thought that his son was good at everything, but he was not good at learning.

Just now in the accounting room, he had been taught a lesson about knowledge. Now he saw that his son couldn't hold up the wall with mud, which made him angry.

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat." Liu Song looked at Yan Funing, "Daughter, let's eat." He turned to look at Fu Ciyi, "Master, let's eat together."

From now on, Leng Bingbing is his son's wife, and he actually likes him.

The director of the pavilion walked to Brother Feng and asked quietly: "Where are my dishes?"

Brother Feng slapped his forehead: "Oh, pig intestines!"