Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 1682 The meaning of the drunkard (January monthly ticket plus 7)

  Bai Shan replied on her behalf, "We are both from the Bai clan in Longzhou."

  Mr. Zhuang also slightly introduced Man Bao, who was following him, with a smile: "This is my eldest disciple Zhou Man."

  The middle-aged scribe was taken aback.

  He did not recognize Mr. Zhuang, but he had heard of Zhou Man.

  And Zhou Man has a husband and two younger brothers and they are also widely circulated in Beijing.

  Zhang Chen only felt that his arm hurts again, and couldn't help turning over them and looking towards Zhou Man who was standing behind.

  Man Bao inexplicably raised his head to meet his gaze, his face was puzzled, how could he walk and not leave?

  Zhou Man is still very famous in Beijing, but Bai Shan is also famous, especially among the literati, but the two of them occupy loyalty, benevolence and filial piety. He didn't expect to meet them.

Zhang Chen saluted them again, and when he found a place to sit down on the top of the mountain and put down drinks and snacks, he and a few others sighed and said, "I participated in the next exam. I failed the ranking at that time. I thought it was the autumn ranking. If there is a chance, who knows or not, alas..."

  Mr. Zhuang comforted him: "Even though two subjects have been opened this year, there are many people taking the exam. Brother Zhang need not be too discouraged."

  This kind of comfort Zhang Chen listened a lot, and shook his head and said, "If you miss this year, you may not have another test next year. I will wait two more years and I will be older."

Mr. Zhuang laughed, "No matter how old you are, can you still be older than me?"

Zhang Chen looked at the energetic Mr. Zhuang, and then at the three young men who were serving on the other side of the mat, and sighed even more, "How can you compare with your husband? If your husband has such a good apprentice, he will not be worth his life. "

  Mr. Zhuang felt that he was right, but he also heard a sense of frustration. He opened his mouth and didn't persuade him any more.

  It’s hard to talk deeply, so he raised his hand and toasted him a glass of wine.

  They sat for a while. Mr. Jiang and others finally came up the mountain. When they saw Mr. Zhuang’s four apprentices and apprentices, they smiled and said, “I guess you’ve gone up the mountain, as expected.”

  They didn’t mind the addition of Zhang Chen, who they didn’t know. Anyway, ascending on Chongyang is to climb the mountain, see the scenery, drink and drink, and be happy in the heart.

  The three elders are free and easy, and the three younger ones are carefree. Only Zhang Chen is depressed and sits aside in a daze.

  Mr. Jiang and others also brought wine up, seeing that he seemed to be in a bad mood, so they simply raised their hands to drink him.

  Everyone stayed on the mountain until the evening, Zhang Chen was directly drunk, and finally Daji and Mr. Jiang’s entourage went down together.

  The carriage swayed back to Beijing. The three of Man Bao rode on the horse and ran to the capital as you chased me. After leaving the carriage for a long distance, they turned the horse's head and ran back.

  They were too young to understand Zhang Chen's frustration.

  What's more, no matter it is Man Bao, Bai Shan or Bai Erlang, they don't think that being an official is a very important thing in this world.

  There are so many things that people can do in this world, and being an official is just a choice.

  At this point, they even saw that they were even more open than Mr. Zhuang, a man who has experienced ups and downs.

  Mr. Jiang put down the curtain, looked back from the window, and smiled with Mr. Zhuang: "Your three disciples look more advanced than before."

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "They have grown up too."

  Mr. Jiang sighed sadly, "You can see them growing up, but my side is growing older. Seeing that I am getting older day by day, the children in my family have not grown at all."

  Mr. Chen smiled and said: "Every time I see you I have to listen to you envy, and my ears will become calluses."

  "Don't you envy? You don't envy you, so let's say a few words in private."

  Mr. Zhuang laughed loudly and waved his hand carelessly: "Just say it, I don't care."

"If you envy you, you naturally don't care." Mr. Jiang thought of something, turned and searched in his luggage, and found a bundled manuscript for him, "This is what I have practiced recently, I Look at Bai Shan's handwriting, and see if he wants to copy it."

  Mr. Jiang’s writing is very famous. I heard that even the emperor has a collection. Mr. Zhuang immediately took it and thanked him for Bai Shan.

  Mr. Jiang shook his head and said, “I’ve never received such a good disciple in my life, so I can only look at envy and envy, and I’m satisfied to be able to give pointers from the side.”

  When he returned to the city, Mr. Zhuang asked Zhang Chen, who was lying in his carriage, to be sent to the inn.

  Mr. Jiang raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, “Why don’t you take it home? After all, he is a scholar who can participate in the imperial examination, and he still has some abilities in him. Maybe he can be accepted as an assistant.”

  Mr. Zhuang shook his head and smiled: "I am a ninth-grade official, what kind of staff do I want? I just read a book in the Chongwenguan and tell the prince some classics."

He said: "Man Bao doesn't need it anymore. She is an imperial doctor. She only treats illnesses and saves people and compiles medical books. She doesn't need to advise staff. As for Bai Shan and Bai Cheng, they are still too young. "

  Mr. Chen upright, "I thought it was because you looked down on him."

  He smiled and said: "I think he meant to surrender in his words, so I poured him a drink, thinking that you would push the boat along the water and bring the people back. Even if the staff is stable, who knows you have no intention of doing so."

  Mr. Zhuang shook his head and smiled and turned his head to look out the window. His three naughty disciples ran back on horseback from a distance again, grinning happily.

  He said: "Different ways are not conspiring, let alone other people's intentions are not in our masters and disciples."

  I am afraid it lies with the prince who is connected behind them.

  Mr. Jiang naturally thought of it. After all, he is a good friend. He couldn’t help but cares, "Are you okay in the East Palace?"

  Mr. Zhuang smiled and nodded, “His Royal Highness is becoming more and more humble, so we are all doing well.”

  The correction and improvement of the prince’s character can be said to be seen in the entire court. This time the emperor invited the elderly and ministers to dinner, and the prince was the one who held the pot to pour wine.

  The irritability of previous years has disappeared, plus the previous errands he did well. Although he was impeached by the Imperial History Book every three times, it was not a big deal. He seldom scolded the ministers in the court.

  So the ministers headed by Wei Zhi saw the prince very pleasing to the eye today. Everyone had a palace banquet with He Meimei, and then some people mentioned that Prince Gong had returned to Luozhou.

  King Gong has stayed in Beijing for too long, and it is time to return to Luozhou. You can't keep people under house arrest, right?

  The emperor groaned, remembering the empress’s opinion, he shied away from the matter, and said that today is the Double Ninth Festival, everyone only respects the elderly and does not talk about state affairs.

  Wei Zhi, who opposed King Gong’s return to Luozhou, breathed a sigh of relief.

  King Gong is in the capital, if he has been kept in the palace, he will naturally stay in Beijing; when the emperor wants to let him out, let’s bring it back to Luozhou.

  As long as he is under house arrest in the palace, there is not much he can do.

  　 ask for a monthly pass

See you tomorrow

  (End of this chapter)