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Chapter 209 "Serious Illness"

On the hospital bed, Cheng Yunan opened his hazy eyes and hummed twice, indicating that he was seriously ill.

His face is yellowish, his lips are very dry, and he is wrapped in a quilt. If you don't pay attention, you can easily be fooled.

Hou Wenwu smiled faintly, walked to the desk by himself, and read it.

The pens and inkstone were neatly packed away. A piece of light smoke ink, nearly half used, was placed on the right side of the inkstone.

Everything looked normal except for the slightly curled corners of the rice paper.

Hou Wenwu touched the middle of the rice paper with his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.It is not easy for hard rice paper to dry completely - explained in scientific terms, the water-absorbing fibers are affected by water, changing the internal structure, and the evaporation of water does not reverse this process, so the paper is deformed - often write Advanced people can roughly judge the time of inking from the degree of curling of the paper.

Cheng Yun'an probably liked the essay he had just written, and was worried that it would be damaged when he put it away, so he continued to press it on the table with a paperweight, thinking that it would not be discovered.

But when you touch the middle of the paper that seems to be dry, you can feel the softness and wetness of the ink, and it looks like it has been an hour or two at most.Looking at Cheng Yun'an's appearance, who can get out of bed and write?
Hou Wenwu pursed his smile, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, went to hold Cheng Yunan's hand, and said with a light smile, "Master Cheng works hard, and he deserves to rest for a while."

While speaking, he wanted to pull Cheng Yun'an's hand out to see.

Writing will inevitably leave ink on your hands, and it is not easy to wash it off in a hurry.

Looking at his movements, Cheng Jinzhou didn't understand, he wanted to hold Hou Wenwu down as soon as he moved his hand.At this moment, Jiang Huang coughed suddenly, and said in a solemn tone: "Master Cheng is very sick."

Several people present were stunned.

Warlock Jiang Huangxing didn't notice anything, and continued: "That's it, I won't bother you. I have some medicinal herbs over there, but I haven't used them. Someone will bring them over later, so I can recuperate well."

After speaking, he stood up to go out.

Hou Wenwu suddenly didn't know what to say.He was in the same room as Warlock Jiang Huangxing, and now Warlock Jiang Huangxing said that Cheng Yun'an was seriously ill, did he want to refute that Cheng Yun'an was actually not sick?

Cheng Jinzhou smiled widely, and without giving Hou Wenwu time to react, he pulled him out and said, "My father still needs to rest. Please be considerate, Lord Hou. If possible, I can explain it to His Majesty the Emperor."

When others talk about the emperor, they usually refer to the emperor and bow their hands to the south to show respect. Cheng Jinzhou didn't express anything, just said it casually.

Hou Wenwu thought to himself: If I were the imperial censor, I would dare to join you for this alone.

It's a pity that now, he can only bury his dissatisfaction in his heart.

After saying a few words with a smile on his face, Hou Wenwu left Cheng's house in a hurry.The bearers were so swollen and sore that they couldn't lift the sedan chair, so a few of them went to a nearby sedan chair shop on foot.

In fact, compared with the erratic footsteps, the almost failure is more exciting to Hou Wenwu, and he doesn't know how to report to the emperor.

Unlike before, this time he was the one in charge.

It wasn't until several people could no longer see their shadows that Cheng Jinzhou thanked Warlock Jiang Huangxing with a smile: "This time I'm sorry to trouble you again."

"Where." Warlock Jiang Huangxing shook the Journal of Xia Jing in his hand and said, "It's me who has repeatedly troubled Mr. Cheng..."

He used the name "Mr. Cheng" again, but also didn't finish his sentence.

Cheng Jinzhou smiled awkwardly, unable to agree to anything.

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After seeing Warlock Jiang Huangxing away, Cheng Jinzhou hesitated and went back to the yard. Cheng's father had already got up from the bed and continued to write with great energy.

Cheng Jinzhou shook his head and laughed, "You're really not worried at all."

Cheng Yun'an seemed to have really thought about it, and swiped his pen freely: "If you must check the warehouse, either you return the things, or I will resign from office, it's nothing."

The least official fan of the Cheng family may be Mr. Cheng Yun'an.

"You really want to."

"You can advance, you can retreat, you can retreat." Cheng Yun'an recited the famous sentence left by the previous dynasty.

Cheng Jinzhou rolled his eyes, and said: "I'm afraid the Ministry of Household Affairs is really out of business, otherwise the emperor should be able to bear it. If they really want to clear their shortfalls, it is not impossible to use us."

He remembered the history of Yongzheng.Having said that, he laughed again: "If His Majesty the Emperor can make a price, it's not that I can't cooperate."

Father Cheng glanced at him, as if he didn't care, and focused on the table again.

The civil official group in Daxia is a very interesting group. Their vision of the world is both ethical and modern. For example, the idea of ​​"the people are more important than the monarch" is almost universally recognized.At the same time, their recognition of state power is often less than their recognition of the nation and the people.

Although Great Xia has developed for hundreds of years, until now, it still has not been able to change people's thinking.In other words, the civil servants selected people's thinking through natural selection. Therefore, when officials attacked the country, the officials who tried would reduce the punishment.

Cheng's father moved his pen like flying, and he wrote more than a hundred characters.After finishing writing, he looked at it with satisfaction and asked, "What do you think?"

Daxia's calligraphy is not like the world that Cheng Jinzhou understands, perhaps because there are no famous characters around, the handwriting written by civil servants is either very complicated, or very simple, in short, the priority is to make people incomprehensible.As a scholar, one of the first tasks is actually to understand calligraphy. The confrontation between the two extremes has kicked the semi-literate from the bureaucratic ranks from the very beginning.

In front of his father, Cheng Jinzhou is half illiterate.He can recognize common documents and can barely write regular script, but without the help of classmate Yisu, the probability of passing the provincial test is very low, let alone relying on his father's calligraphy stunts now.

He hesitated for a long time, and then ended with a bright smile.

Cheng Yun'an was a little helpless. If his son was ignorant, his achievements were much higher than his own, but if he were to say he was satisfactory, he was not entirely satisfied.

In terms of education, Cheng's father actually had no good solution. He could only shake his head, put Zihao back on the shelf, and said: "I am very pleased that you can take the provincial exam without fear of failure, and don't care about your reputation. , lies in perseverance, I can't predict your future, but I can't forget the etiquette."

Cheng Jinzhou was sweating profusely when he heard it, but Sun Gongyou had already promised him "Jie Yuan" and was just waiting for the ranking. Now, according to his father, taking part in the provincial exam has become "not afraid of failure, and not concerned about reputation", which really made him I don't know how to answer.

Cheng's father shook his head again, spread out another piece of paper, and said suddenly: "Would you like to go back to Jinchuan with me?"

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(End of this chapter)