Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

After dinner.

Shen Wuming was about to leave, but was stopped by his father-in-law, who asked him to come to the study to talk.

"How have you been reviewing recently?" Chu Pingshan played with a scroll and pointed to the chair next to him.

Shen Wuming sat down, and without being polite, he picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea, and pushed one cup in front of Chu Pingshan.

"It's okay. Anyway, I have read all the books in the study and the Sutra Pavilion, and I remember most of them!"

Shen Wuming has a superb memory and can be said to have a photographic memory.

He has read all the books in the mansion and the books in the bookstore next to Yuzhou Xiaomian.

"It doesn't have to be like this..."

Chu Pingshan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "The imperial examination is nothing more than the Four Books and Five Classics, and then the policy essays and the like, there is no need to read so much."

"The books in my mansion..." At this point, Chu Pingshan sighed, "In fact, many of them will not be tested."

I don't know if he thought of something, Chu Pingshan looked a little depressed.

He picked up the teacup and poured it all into his mouth like drinking wine.

"Hey, let's not talk about this. I asked you to come here to give you something. Take a good look at it later."

Chu Pingshan handed over the scroll in his hand, "This is "Fufeng Song", written by the Confucian general Liu Kun!"

"Liu Kun is both civil and military, and all his Confucian skills are integrated into this method. You should understand it well."

"It can not only increase Confucian practice, but also be very helpful for your strategy. Take a good look."

Shen Wuming took the scroll, "Thank you, father-in-law."

He also knew that Liu Kun was once an official of Sikong, traveled across various countries, and fought against foreign races in the north, but he died unjustly in the end.

It was a bit regrettable that he died before he could achieve his goal, but putting aside his experience, his Confucian skills were very strong.

And he was not a corrupt Confucian, but combined Confucianism with the methods of military strategists and strategists, which could be called a legendary figure.

"If you don't understand anything, feel free to ask me." Chu Pingshan finally instructed.

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Shen Wuming initially thought that Pei Zian's coming to eat for free was just a coincidence, and it was impossible for someone to come every day.

But he never expected that since the first successful free meal, there would often be an extra pair of chopsticks on the table of the Marquis' Mansion.

Pei Zian would come to eat every three or five days, and even basically every other day.

In addition to Song Nanzhu, Chu Youyi's best friend, and Cao Zhuyu, who wanted to pull Shen Wuming to join the Mohist School.

The table of the Shouting Marquis' Mansion was getting more and more lively.

The family of three became four, five, six, and now seven.

"The food in your family is not bad. You come here every day to eat. Doesn't your grandfather say anything?"

Shen Wuming sat on the swing in the yard, holding a glass of iced sour plum soup, looking at Pei Zian who was stuffing snacks into his mouth and playing with ants.

Pei Zian swallowed the hawthorn in his mouth, then raised his head and said, "Your family's food is more delicious."

"Hehe."

Shen Wuming was speechless. It is undeniable that the taste of the food alone is indeed superior to the entire Zhongshan County.

Because he made a lot of food, he also compiled a recipe and taught it to the chefs in the mansion.

Although those chefs are not as skilled as Shen Wuming, they also have 70% of the taste.

In addition, their knife skills and heat control are better than Shen Wuming's, and the dishes are indeed good.

But this is not a reason for Pei Zian to come and eat for free.

I can't stand his grandfather in the first place, and this girl doesn't know what's good for her, running here every day.

Seeing him blowing his beard and glaring, Cao Zhuyu came over with a smile, "Mr. Shen, don't be so stingy."

"The food in your family is really good. If it weren't for the many things in the government office, I would want to come here every day for free."

"That's not necessary!" Shen Wuming refused decisively.

Pei Zian really likes to eat, but Cao Zhuyu is different. This woman is not interested in wine.

She wants to eat herself!

The peaceful days passed quickly, and Shen Wuming got used to Pei Zian's existence.

Although his grandfather is not a good-for-nothing, she usually eats and drinks for free, but other than that, there is really nothing annoying about her.

She is well-behaved, cute, sensible, and hardworking.

At first, Chu Pingshan and Su Yue'e took good care of her just because of her status, but later they really liked her.

Chu Youyi also treated her like her own sister. In addition to eating, she also took her to practice calligraphy and write poems.

On the contrary, Shen Wuming felt that this dead girl had stolen his wife.

When he could have been warm and affectionate, there was such a light bulb next to him, which was very inconvenient.

This day.

Pei Zian jumped into the yard again, and Shen Wuming at the window ignored her and continued to read his book.

But then he noticed that there was a middle-aged man following her.

"Your Excellency is..." Shen Wuming put down the book and walked out.

"This is Mr. Shen, right?" The middle-aged man smiled, "I'm Pei Yuan, the fourth uncle of this girl."

"So it's General Pei." Shen Wuming nodded. He had heard of this man's name.

The Pei family is the local boss of Zhongshan County. Although several bigwigs are not in Zhongshan County, there are still clansmen serving in the local government.

Pei Yuan is one of them. He is the General of Agriculture in Zhongshan County, mainly responsible for farming and civil affairs.

"Mr. Shen actually knows me. It's really an honor."

"But we can just be brothers. Don't call me Lord Pei. Just call me Pei Yuan."

Pei Yuan put his attitude very low, which made Shen Wuming embarrassed.

Although the General of Agriculture was not a big shot, he was also a fifth-rank official.

He managed agriculture, but he also commanded a lot of garrison soldiers.

After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Shen Wuming asked about his purpose.

"It's like this. I recently encountered a problem and didn't know how to solve it, so I wanted to ask Mr. Shen for some advice."

Pei Yuan was polite, and when Shen Wuming was about to refuse, he told the whole story.

In short, there was no problem with the garrison he managed, but there were many problems with the civilian fields.

Last year, cowpea sold well, but not many people planted it, and the price remained high.

But there was an invisible hand driving the market, so this year there were hundreds of farmers planting cowpea.

As a result, it was naturally unsalable.

The city officials and village heads below had no choice but to report it to Pei Yuan.

"But I can't do anything. I was so sad for a long time before I came to Mr. Shen with a thick face."

"I hope Mr. Shen can help me think of a solution. You are proficient in Mohism, so there must be a way."

"No, buddy." Shen Wuming was speechless. What kind of people are these Zhongshan Pei family?

One by one, they are just looking for trouble. First there was Pei Mao, and now there is another Pei Yuan.

"If you can't sell it, go to the merchants. Why do you want to find me? You also said that I can only know the Mohist way."

"And I emphasize again, I am a Confucian cultivator, a Confucian cultivator, understand? I am a scholar, not a vegetable vendor."

Pei Yuan smiled bitterly and said, "I understand the truth. I have also found merchants before. Lord Cao Zhuyu is a merchant and Mohist cultivator."

"His father is still the leader of the merchants, Cao Zijing, but Lord Cao racked his brains and had no countermeasures."

"So she asked you to come to me?" Shen Wuming had a bad premonition in his heart. It would be bad if he met Cao Zhuyu.

"Uh..." Pei Yuan was speechless, "Lord Cao won't let me say it!"

"Awesome, awesome."

Shen Wuming rolled his eyes, "I can't do anything about this matter, you should ask for help from someone else..."

Before he finished speaking, Pei Yuan took out a box from his sleeve with a smile on his face and stuffed it into his hand.

"It's just a small gift for meeting, please accept it, Mr. Shen. Whether the matter succeeds or not, there will be a big reward."

Shen Wuming paused, and without any courtesy, he opened the box on the spot and glanced at it, and then quickly closed it.

The indifference on his face that originally kept people away from him melted away instantly, turning into full enthusiasm.

"Brothers."

Shen Wuming snatched the box and stuffed it into his pocket, "This matter... I'm not saying that it can't be done, but it's not that simple."

"So what should we do?" Pei Yuan seemed to see his embarrassment and asked quickly.

"It costs more money."

After sending Pei Yuan away, Shen Wuming was very happy holding the box he gave him. Zhongshan Pei Family is Zhongshan Pei Family.

Even if it is just a gift for meeting, it is so precious...

There is no money in it, but a big object related to cultivation, and its value is definitely not low.

"What are you happy about?" Song Nanzhu rushed out from some corner, looking at Shen Wuming with a puzzled face.

Shen Wuming quickly put the box into his sleeve, "No, I just took a look."

"Hehe." Song Nanzhu smiled and said, "I have been watching you for a quarter of an hour, and my mouth can't close."

"It's okay, it's okay..." Shen Wuming shook his head and didn't answer, but asked back: "By the way, do we have such a big workshop in Zhongshan County?"

"Just make pickled vegetables or something!"

"Yes, Zhongshan County has the largest workshop in Dingzhou." Song Nanzhu was born and raised in Zhongshan, so he naturally knew it.

"Where is it?" Shen Wuming asked.

When Pei Yuan mentioned the unsalable cowhide vegetables just now, many plans came to his mind.

For example, price reduction promotion, bundled sales, off-site sales, etc., and processing.

According to his idea, oxtail can be made into pickles, and with his skills, it will definitely be a best-seller.

"It's at my house. I have it at home."

Cao Zhuyu, who was eating at the Shouting Marquis's mansion, came over. Her plump buttocks twisted and turned, like two water balls, extremely eye-catching.