Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Mr. Jiang nodded in agreement, and entered the study together with Mr. Zhuang.

Because there are four scholars in the family, Manbao has to study in the study, so their study is the most spacious and brightest one.

Once inside, there are three rows of bookshelves on the left side of the wall, all of which are filled with books, and there is also a row of bookshelves on the right side along the wall, and the bookshelves are also full of books.

In front of the bookshelves are three small tables and chairs side by side. At this time, there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones and several books on each table, but they are placed in different positions, which is a bit messy.

Mr. Jiang took only one look, then looked away, and looked at the big desk in the middle. Obviously, that was Mr. Zhuang's position.

Mr. Jiang smiled, and was about to go up to see what books he usually read when he was caught by a pot of yellow orchids next to the desk, revealing beige teeth like millet teeth.

He stepped forward in a daze, staring at the pot of orchids.

Mr. Zhuang smiled slightly when he saw it, and went forward with him and said: "This orchid followed me all the way from Mianzhou to the capital. I was afraid that it would suffer on the road, but I didn't expect it to be strong. After two months, it got used to it, not only that. , and the flower buds have formed again, and it looks very energetic, which is a surprise."

Mr. Jiang was speechless for a while. Unlike the world who loves peonies more, his favorite is bluegrass.

Especially bluegrass with such a light color.

Mr. Jiang grabbed Mr. Zhuang's hand, and asked with sparkling eyes, "Old Zhuang, do you think this orchid grass is quite redundant, is it not necessary?"

Mr. Zhuang: ...

Mr. Zhuang broke free from his hand and said, "I don't think so, I brought it from home on purpose."

It's just because I don't worry about it leaving a single grass at home, and no one appreciates the flowering, what a waste of nature.

Mr. Jiang wanted to glue his eyes to the bluegrass, but he restrained himself and just sighed: "Well, I have nothing to do with it, so I can only visit it from time to time."

Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "You are always welcome."

Mr. Jiang looked around, browsed through his bookshelf and said, "Drink here?"

"It's not good here, let's go to the garden to drink."

During the Mid-Autumn Festival in the capital, the weather has begun to cool down, and they are sitting at a stone table under a big tree drinking and eating, talking while blowing the autumn wind, which is most comfortable.

The host and guests enjoyed the meal, and when Mr. Jiang was sent out, Mr. Zhuang yawned and pulled himself together to call the three children who were dozing off in the study to him, "Mr. Where are your words?"

Man Bao said: "We've put them all away."

Mr. Zhuang nodded and said: "Mr. Jiang's handwriting is very good. He is famous not only in the capital, but also in the whole Jin Dynasty. The handwriting given to you should not only be kept well, but also often used for study, you know? ?”

The three nodded repeatedly, and then helped the gentleman into the study to sit down, and served him tea and water, "Sir, didn't you quarrel with Chen Fulin today?"

Mr. Zhuang raised his teacup, raised his eyelids and glanced at them, saying: "Arguing is bad behavior, you should avoid arguing when you have nothing to do in the future, and don't quarrel when you have something to do, you know?"

The three nodded perfunctorily, and Bai Shan continued to ask: "Sir, what kind of enmity do you have with Chen Fulin?"

"Adults' affairs, children don't care."

"But I think he must know where we live now, and where we work and study," Man Bao said, "Sir, look at the way he sent people to follow us that day, do you think he will secretly To trip us up?"

"That's right, if you don't tell us what kind of enmity you have, we won't even be able to guard against it."

After thinking for a while, Mr. Zhuang said: "He is only a fifth-grade doctor now, and he can't cause us any trouble."

They are now against the prince of the first rank, and even the empress dowager in the palace. Of course, the enemy does not know their existence at this time, but their friends—Master Wei, Mr. Tang, etc. must have sent People stare at them.

So he didn't think Chen Fulin could cause them any actual harm, but...

Thinking of the methods he used in the past and their grievances back then, Mr. Zhuang still frowned, and then looked at the three disciples.

The three looked at him with bright eyes.

Mr. Zhuang sighed, knowing that they were just curious and wanted to hear stories.

But if Chen Fulin really didn't want him to stay in the capital, maybe he would really do something, and he would be fine by then, anyway, he was already so old, his face was thick enough, and he was no longer comparable to what he was back then.

But three kids...

Mr. Zhuang rubbed his forehead, and Man Bao immediately went to massage his head cleverly, "Sir, is it too old for you to remember, it's okay, just think about it slowly."

Bai Shan poured tea for Mr. Zhuang again, "Drink another cup of tea, sir."

Bai Erlang pushed the dim sum on the table forward, "Sir, have a dim sum."

Mr. Zhuang glared at them angrily, and the resentment and sadness that had arisen in his heart dissipated in an instant. He waved his hand and asked Man Bao to go back and sit down. After flicking his robe, he said, "My teacher's memory is not that bad , Chen Fulin, he was a student of the same government school as me."

He paused and said: "Because the teacher's family is poor, he entered school late, and there are few books at home, so he was a bit old when he was admitted to the government school."

"However, I was lucky at that time. At that time, the new dynasty was established, and the wars in the Central Plains and our Jiannan Road area had subsided. It was a time when everything was waiting to be done, and talents were needed everywhere." Mr. Zhuang said: "Actually, With my ability, I couldn't pass the entrance examination at the time."

But just after the war, many people died, there were not many teachers in the government school, there were not many students, and there were not many students for reference, so it was so easy for him to get in.

"Not only the prefectural schools, but the Imperial College in the capital is also waiting to be rebuilt. So in those years, the Imperial College gave some places to prefectural schools every year. The places that can be directly enrolled, besides the places to go to the big exam." Mr. Zhuang was silent for a while. Later said: "Although the talent is mediocre as a teacher, fortunately he can endure hardships, so he was selected by the government school at that time and became one of them to be sent to the Imperial College to study, but the list was changed the night before it was handed in."

Man Bao's eyes widened, and he guessed instantly: "Chen Fulin?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded.

Bai Shan pursed his lips and said, "This is against the rules, didn't the school check it?"

Mr. Zhuang said with a wry smile: "I checked, the school said it was because our husband said, I voluntarily gave up this spot, and the one behind me is Chen Fulin."

Three people: ... No wonder the seniors and uncles of the Huang family feel a little uncomfortable every time they see Mr. Zhuang. They can always hear the seniors say sorry to Mr., so it turns out that they are really sorry.

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