Literati Sanctification

Chapter 89 Persuasion
"Father, father, this is?"

The middle-aged man drank the fish soup, because he thought about what Heng Xiulin said in his heart, the fish soup, which was originally extremely delicious, lost its taste when he drank it in his mouth at this time.

And at this moment, a woman in palace attire came outside, all the way in, after seeing the middle-aged man, a smile appeared on her pretty face, but when she saw Heng Xiulin, she was stunned for a moment, and then some He asked the middle-aged man suspiciously.

You know, even if she has seen all the people beside her father, but now such a young literati, and judging by his posture, is he eating with her father?This is even more strange, you must know that although there are many people who can let her father eat with her, there is absolutely no one like Heng Xiulin.

Moreover, among the younger generation, there is absolutely no one who can eat with her father. At that moment, she became curious about Heng Xiulin.

"This man is a talented man that my father just met. Although I don't know how talented he is, his cooking skills are really good. Would you like to try the fish soup made by this man?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man raised his head and saw that his daughter had returned. A smile appeared on his face, and then he said to his daughter.

The woman was stunned when she heard the words, fish soup?What did this person do?Are you good at cooking?The woman's beautiful eyes looked at Heng Xiulin again and again, and there was an indescribable strangeness in her eyes.

This person is very strange, a majestic talented person actually made fish soup, if other literati knew about it, they would have to scold him.

Although the woman felt a little weird, but it didn't show on her face, she just gave a slight blessing, and gave Heng Xiulin a slight salute, which was regarded as a greeting. Heng Xiulin was holding a bowl in his hand, and when he saw it, he got up, and then slightly Nodding his head, it was a return gift.

I ate a grilled fish before, although it was shared equally with Xiaoyu, but the portion was not low, and now I drank a few bowls of fish soup, Heng Xiulin's stomach was also full, seeing this, he got up , then arched his hands at the middle-aged man and said.

"I still have something to do, so I won't stay any longer, and I will leave."

Xiaoyu heard Heng Xiulin's words from the side, and quickly drank the remaining fish soup in the bowl, and then looked at the remaining fish soup in the pot with regret, feeling full of reluctance.

Normally, Heng Xiulin would let her finish eating, but now that there are so many people here, and now there is one more woman coming out, Heng Xiulin really felt very awkward, so he didn't care about Xiaoyu, He was just about to turn around and leave.

"Little brother, I see that you have a certain understanding of state affairs, but you have some talents. Why don't I introduce you to you and make you a half-time official? What do you think?"

Seeing that Heng Xiulin was about to leave, the middle-aged man immediately came back to his senses, and then said to Heng Xiulin, the woman in the palace costume at the side immediately opened her mouth wide and looked at Heng Xiulin in disbelief.

It is possible that his father personally asked him to be an official, but she has never seen it since she was a child. Now, where is this strange talent, who is the father who wants to let him be an official? "

When Heng Xiulin heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head again and again, and said firmly.

"Don't be kidding, I don't want to be an official. You'd better find someone else to be an official. I think it's good to be a commoner."

"What's wrong with being an official? It can make you honor your ancestors and serve the country. Why don't you want to be an official?"

The middle-aged man looked at Heng Xiulin with weird eyes. This was the first time he invited someone and then gave him an official position. Now it was fun, but he was rejected by others. Seeing this situation, the people on the side all had corners of their mouths He twitched a bit, looking like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

"Guangzong Yaozu is not just an official. Moreover, there are so many people in the world, and there are many people who want to serve the country. I am not inferior to this one. You should find someone else."

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, Heng Xiulin shook his head repeatedly and said, he really has no interest in being an official, not even saying that he is not interested, but a little bored. Being an official requires a lot of intrigue, and he is the most annoying Yes, but this is it.

"Boy, if everyone is like you and unwilling to serve the country, what will this country look like?"

The middle-aged man looked at Heng Xiulin, stared at him immediately, and said a little angrily that he had finally moved his love for talents, and now he was rejected in this way, and his heart was naturally a little angry.

"You are wrong. Serving the country is more than just being an official. You see, if I am a talented person, if I write a poem that towns the country or is handed down from generation to generation, is it not contributing to the country? Paying taxes doesn’t make a contribution to the country? There are many ways to serve the country, and it’s not just about being an official.”

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Heng Xiulin immediately rolled his eyes, and said angrily, if he knew that the middle-aged man was so difficult, he shouldn't have said those words before, no, he shouldn't have come to this place , It's all right now, but it's still being entangled by people.

What's wrong with not wanting to be an officer?What can I do to be an official, I am afraid that there will be no bones left after being eaten by others.

"you you,"

Hearing Heng Xiulin's words, the middle-aged man was immediately blocked and didn't know what to say, because he realized that what Heng Xiulin said was not wrong, serving the country, but only being an official can do it.

It’s just that for some reason, he felt awkward in his heart. He finally wanted to recruit a talent, but was rejected three times and four times. If this spread, I’m afraid it would be laughed at by many people!
The woman on the side also stared at Heng Xiulin dumbfounded at this time, so she refuted her father continuously because she didn't want his father to introduce him and then give him an official job.

Although it can't be regarded as a newcomer, it can be regarded as unprecedented, at least her father had never had any thoughts like this before.

The woman's eyes were weird, but seeing her father deflate for the first time, she actually found it a little funny, so she covered her mouth immediately, and then secretly sneered as her father stood aside.

"Just forgive me. Do you think I am suitable for being an official at my age? As the saying goes, if you don't have a hair on your mouth, you can't do things well. Even if I follow your wishes, what can I do if I become an official? What do you think about some big things? Will the people above listen to me? And will they entrust me with the big things? Thinking about it, it’s impossible.”

Heng Xiulin looked at the distraught middle-aged man, and wondered in his heart whether he had gone too far, but being too much could not stop his belief that he didn't want to be an official. At that moment, Heng Xiulin sighed, Continue to speak to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was also taken aback when he heard the words. Thinking about what Heng Xiulin said carefully, he was right. After all, young people like Heng Xiulin are generally not likely to be reused unless someone above him Covered, but even so, so what, when the time comes, it will just let him follow his qualifications and then improve in the end.

Regarding these matters, the middle-aged man is obviously very clear. He sighed at the moment, but he still had no idea of ​​using Heng Xiulin in his heart. He knew what Heng Xiulin said was right. It is too early.

"Tell me, why are you so unwilling to be an official?"

"What's so good about being an official? I get up early and work late every day, and then I have to deal with trivial matters, and then I have to flatter each other with my colleagues, and then I stabbed a knife in the back afterwards. Thinking about it, I know it's very tiring. Neither freedom nor happiness."

Seeing that the middle-aged man had given up on this plan, Heng Xiulin breathed a sigh of relief, then curled his lips and said to the middle-aged man.

At this moment, the people around looked at Heng Xiulin dully, what did this guy call being an official?However, listening to Heng Xiulin's words, they actually found themselves feeling a little speechless.

But no matter what, it seems certain that Heng Xiulin doesn't want to be an official right now. After living for so long, this is the first time he meets someone who doesn't want to be an official. But in the end, not all of them are people who try to catch fame.

"Since that's the case, why did you come to this imperial city, little brother? This shouldn't be the place you want to come to, right?"

The middle-aged man looked at Heng Xiulin, and asked with some doubts, people who don't like the affairs of officials, want to stay away from this place the most, and Heng Xiulin's journey seems to come here Imperial city.

Otherwise, at this hour, starting from the imperial city in the morning, one would not pass by here at this hour.

"Because there is a person who is too leisurely. He called me all the way to this imperial city just to give me some reward. If he sends me the reward directly, I don't need to make such a trip when I think about it. Come here."

Hearing this, Heng Xiulin waved his hand when he thought of the hardships of his journey, and said with some distress. After speaking, he got into the carriage, and then waved to everyone, indicating that Xiaoyu could go.

He felt that he couldn't continue the chat. What if the middle-aged man was tempted again and wanted him to be an official?

Everyone watched Heng Xiulin leave in the carriage, thinking of what he just said, they all glanced at the middle-aged man, seeing his pale face, they immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look again.

The woman on the side, seeing her father's face so embarrassed, immediately pursed her lips and smiled. It was the first time she heard someone rejecting her father's silence, and now she complained, saying that he was too idle. If this kid knew what he said , right now, I really don't know what will happen.

Heng Xiulin's words are actually not difficult to guess, after all it is a reward, only the emperor can say that, and if you want to call it the kind in the imperial city, it is even more ready to come out.

"Do you think this kid really doesn't want to be an official?"

Seeing Heng Xiulin leave, the middle-aged man calmed down, and then asked the people beside him.

"The slave feels that this person really doesn't want to be an official."

The old servant on the side took up the conversation at this time and said, he has met everyone with the middle-aged man, and his ability to recognize people is also very good. From his point of view, Heng Xiulin really has no idea about becoming an official.

"Father, why do you want this person to be an official so much? A talented man is actually working as a cook. Thinking about it, his talent is nothing more than mediocre."

At this moment, the woman on the side couldn't help being puzzled, and asked her father, she couldn't figure out why her father wanted Heng Xiulin to be an official again and again.

"Hehe, you can't just look at people on the surface. If this person is called for his father, then his talent is not ordinary, and as I said before, he can write some poems that are towns or passed down from generation to generation. If so, it is understandable.”

When the middle-aged man heard the words, he immediately patted the woman's shoulder with a smile and said.

The woman opened her mouth wide when she heard the words. She heard Heng Xiulin say this before, but she thought he was referring to other literary talents, but listening to what her father said now, it seemed that what he meant meant that Is he himself?
But how is this possible? At such an age, if you want to make such a poem, no one will believe it, right?
(End of this chapter)