Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Zhou Man took out the bottle of sauce and handed it to Bai Shan, and also thoughtfully wrote about the function of the bottle of sauce and how to use it. Mr. Zhuang also wrote a letter to him, and Bai Shan handed it over to the servant and let him They took them back to the capital with them.

In a few days, things were delivered to Kong Jijiu.

Kong Jijiu opened it and glanced at the bottle of sauce with a confused expression. Although he really wanted it, he moved it aside and wrote a letter to Mr. Zhuang.

Kong Jijiu rejected Mr. Zhuang.

The correspondence was still very fast, especially when the servants of the Bai family knew that the masters were waiting for the letter, so they met by land and water, and it was delivered to Qili Village in only three days.

At this time, the Zhou family had just finished repairing the tomb and the ancestor worship was over. Mr. Zhuang felt a tightness in his heart when he received the letter, and sighed and pressed the letter down.

Bai Shan stood by and waited. Seeing this, he asked, "Sir, won't you agree with Kong Jijiu?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded.

Bai Shan frowned, "It's not difficult, why shouldn't Kong sacrifice wine?"

Mr. Zhuang: "This year there are too many officials' children entering the school, and Kong Jijiu refused to reduce the number of places for admission in the entrance examination, so the number of officials' children who entered the school was very tight, and many officials and officials who just reached the upper limit of the age were suppressed. , failed to enroll."

Bai Shan frowned, turned around twice and said, "No, if my nephew can't enroll this time, he will be overage next year."

Mr. Zhuang said: "Of course I know, but even if we set off today, it will take us at least eight days to arrive in Beijing. If we want to sign up, we have to go to the Ministry of Officials and the Ministry of Rites to get documents. Since Jiu said that this year, there will be candidates who will push the upper age limit, so Ji Ran will not be hired."

To put it bluntly, it is bad luck, just in time to catch up with too many people entering this year, and Guozijian is trying to find a way to reduce the number of candidates.

Bai Shan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then turned his head and said with a smile to Mr. Zhuang: "Forget it, it also depends on fortune. Mister, why don't you give me the official post and seal. I'll give it a try at the end."

Mr. Zhuang was stunned for a moment, then turned around and gave him the official post and seal, and warned, "Don't go to the East Palace for this matter."

He knew that Bai Shan and Zhou Man had a wide network of connections, and they were many times stronger than him. He didn't ask who he was looking for, but he couldn't find Donggong.

After a while, Mr. Zhuang had calmed down and smiled with Bai Shan: "There are many good academies in the capital. I am lucky to have it, but I lost my life. Ji Ran also knows this. You and Ziqian shouldn't be too demanding."

Bai Shan responded, took the official post and seal and left.

This time, he was looking for Yang Heshu.

He sealed the official post and seal to the servants, and asked them to immediately send them back to the capital. When the servants left, he glanced at the bottle of sauce on the table, smiled and stuffed it into his sleeve to find Zhou Man.

"I'll cook tonight and make soup for you, okay?"

Zhou Man: "You?" She asked suspiciously, "Our cook isn't at home?"

Bai Shan: "I'll let you taste my craftsmanship, but I've made a lot of preparations, don't you appreciate it?"

"Ling Lingling," Bai Shan rarely cooks once, and Zhou Man is excited, "What kind of soup? No matter what kind of soup, as long as it is made by you, I will drink it."

Bai Shan smiled and said, "You'll find out in the evening."

In the evening, the whole family, including Mr. Zhuang, drank a bowl of chicken soup. Mrs. Zheng was astonished, "I don't think there are mushrooms in this soup. Why does it smell like mushrooms?"

Mrs. Liu and Mr. Zhuang also looked relieved, "Zhi Shan has become more and more powerful, and even his cooking skills have improved."

Zhou Man took several sips, and the more he drank, the more familiar the taste became, so she took several sips, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at Bai Shan, "This, this..."

Bai Shan: "Then, that...don't stammer. I just used your baby sauce. I added half a spoonful of it. Don't say it, it tastes really good."

Originally plain chicken soup instantly tasted many times better.

Zhou Man: "Isn't that a gift for Kong?"

Bai Shan said indifferently: "He has returned, so I think, as expected, although Kong Jijiu has a good appetite, it is not the itch in his heart."

"Treasure knives match heroes, good horses match generals, Kong Jijiu doesn't know what to buy, it would be a waste to give it to him, it's better to leave it to us to eat."

Zhou Man couldn't help looking at Mr. Zhuang, "Then..."

Bai Shan smiled slightly and said, "I have my own idea. Come on, it's just a pot of soup. If you don't drink it, Yin or two children will drink it all up."

Zhou Man turned his head to look, only to find that Yin Or and the two children had already filled the second bowl. Although Yin Or tasted it carefully, each spoonful drank a lot, and the two children were holding the bowl and gurgling. drink up.

Zhou Man: "You drink less..."

The registration for Guozijian started in June, and the entrance examination was held on the ninth day of the eighth lunar month.

The admission list of the official's children was announced on August 25th, and the school was announced on August 29th.

Mr. Zhuang just wanted to add Zhuang Jiran's name before the announcement on the 25th day. After the announcement, he only needed to hand in a leave application for delayed enrollment.

Who knew that this year's official children's enrollment was so tight?

When the letter was delivered to the capital, Yang Heshu opened the letter and smiled, then took the letter to the county master's mansion.

Liu Gui, who stayed in the county master's mansion, immediately greeted him, and Yang Heshu handed him a letter, "Your master asked me to fetch the "Sage Laozi"."

After reading the letter, Liu Gui led Yang Heshu to the study in the front yard.

Neither Bai Shan nor Zhou Man's study allowed outsiders to enter, so Liu Gui opened the door and stepped aside and stood bowed.

Yang Heshu pushed open the door and went in, and he glanced at the "Sage Laozi" hanging on one side of the wall.

He stepped forward and looked at it. Although it was not the first time he saw it, he couldn't help but admire it when he saw it again. It was indeed a good painting.

Yang Heshu took off the painting, slowly rolled it up, put it in the box he brought, and walked away.

Liu Gui locked the door and respectfully sent Yang Heshu out.

Yang Heshu got into the car with the painting in his arms, and said to the driver, "Go to the Confucius Mansion."

Kong Jijiu came to the market this month, but he was not happy at all. Every time he came to the door to report who was coming to visit, he couldn't help frowning.

It was the same this time. When he heard that Yang Heshu came to visit, he frowned, "Isn't Yang's disciple who will be enrolled this year already on the list? Is it another unruly disciple?"

Chang Sui bent over and said, "Master Yang is upright, and he doesn't look like someone who wants to go through the back door. Why doesn't Master Lang invite someone in and ask?"

"Please," Yang Heshu was one of his most satisfied disciples after all, and Kong Jijiu didn't want to turn him away, so he asked people to come in after sitting down.

Yang Heshu walked in slowly, held the student salute, "Meet sir."

Kong Jijiu waved his hand and asked directly, "Why did Changbo come to see him?"

Yang Heshu smiled and said, "The student has acquired a new painting, and I would like to invite you to appreciate it."

Kong Jijiu became more interested, "Oh, what kind of painting is it?"

Yang Heshu took the painting box from Wan Tian's hand sideways, opened it and took out the painting, Kong Jijiu also got up, and the two gathered around the table, "What painting is worth sending?"