Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

Father Zhong only studied for one year, because at that time the official school had not yet been established, and the private school was too expensive. There were six brothers in the family. , and had to leave the school.

Mother Zhong's natal family was even poorer, so they couldn't afford girls' school, and they couldn't afford Mr. Jiaoyang. They were still illiterate, but they learned to recognize a few words and count simple numbers while working.

Because Father Zhong suffered too much from being illiterate, when his family was a little better off, he thought about sending his only son Zhong Yuan to study in the best academy. Even if the whole family wanted to save money for this, he would not give up.

However, Zhong Yuan was too playful when he was young, and he only knew how to walk around the streets all day long, or he played cuju, but he didn't even touch the pages of the book, let alone finish his homework.

Often provoked the master into a rage, and almost disregarded his begging and expelled him from the academy.

If it wasn't for when he was most worried, Lu Ci, a nobleman, moved to the next door to his house, subdued Zhong Yuanzhi, and led him back to the right path, then I'm afraid he would really have to watch his son follow him. Those gang of cronies hang out all day long, and finally degenerate into street gangsters.

As for Lu Ci, he was really the most capable person he had ever met in his life.

When he was young, he knew that Zang Feng was introverted, regardless of his status, he was humble and polite, and he was extremely good at communicating.

Even if the tribute is not the first, it is not difficult for Zhong's father to see that in time, this son will definitely not be a thing in the pool.

It's just that he didn't expect that the opportunity for Lu Cifeng to turn into a dragon came so quickly, as if the person who was carrying a bookcase to college with his stupid son yesterday, would go to school one day at a time today. A long distance that is impossible to catch up in a lifetime.

It would be a lie to say that you are not envious.

At present, Zhong Yuan has gained a little fame by getting rid of it for the first time, but Lu Ci, who studied with him in Nandu Academy in the past, has become a high-ranking member of the third rank in the court, and has become the fastest promoted since the founding of the Song Dynasty. Court officials.

Father Zhong didn't dare to think too much.

The ones grown at home depend on their own knowledge, and with his mediocre qualifications as a father, it is obvious that Zhong Yuan cannot be expected to catch up with Lu Ci's footsteps.

But judging from Zhong Yuan's performance that he was able to get rid of it twice in a row, he is not a piece of mud that cannot support the wall.

If the family can keep offering, and take the exam seven or eight times, maybe he can pass the provincial exam, or even pass the palace exam, and get the official status he has been longing for for a long time?

And Zhong Yuan's performance of running away at this time made Zhong's father feel that his long-standing hope was shattered by his son himself.

If Lu Ci hadn't always been the capable person he admired the most, he wouldn't have listened to it anyway, instead of wanting to beat this ignorant bastard hard.

Even though he was quite convinced by Lu Ci's words, he didn't dare to believe it 100% because of his son's future.

Because Lu Ci saw through the fact that Zhong's parents were full of respect for "knowledge", he had to adopt the method of "hanging book bags" that he didn't like to use in the past. First wash away some of the rash colors on 'Cuju'.

Seeing Zhong's father's doubtful look, he knew that the heat was about to come, so he justly used Zhong Yuan's income from these exhibition games, the reputation and influence of Qiyun Club, which held the mountain competition, and the player with the most outstanding skills, to be awarded by the court. The chips of the honor of "enshrining" were thrown out one by one.

Every time he said one item, he also confirmed to Zhong Yuan who was stunned beside him: "Is that right?"

Facing the surprised look of his parents, Zhong Yuan nodded vigorously.

He can't read books very well, but he really doesn't know much less about Cuju than Lu Ci. At most, he doesn't know much about the "enshrining" in the court.

Regardless of whether it can be done in the future, the big cake should be painted first, so as to scare parents away.

And the other betting amounts that Lu Ci listed from the Cuju competitions were all true, so accurate and specific that even he was taken aback.

It turned out that Lu Ci took the initiative to ask the brothers in his club about this and that at the dinner table before, and this was the purpose of talking about the world?

When Father Zhong heard his son started a club related to Cuju like a fool, he was not doing business all day long, wearing silk shoes and Luo Chuan, and a short hat and light clothing. At first glance, he did not look like a serious scholar. When he was able to earn such a large sum of money without making a sound, he was suddenly taken aback.

He and Zhong's mother worked hard in the shop for a whole year, and the salary he earned was not as much as Zhong Yuan's two easy games!

Lu Ci cast a faint glance at Zhong Yuan, and the latter finally got a tacit understanding, quickly got up and went back to the house, took out the income from playing football on and off for the past three years from the small box, and confessed honestly: "The rest are here. gone."

After seeing the white money, Zhong's father and Zhong's mother were frightened again.

If it was said that there was still a little doubt before, now they completely believe it.

After all, Lu Ci just came back, and Mother Zhong was watching over the house. Even if the two of them could collude with each other, it is absolutely impossible for them to fly in such a large sum of money out of thin air!

They saw it with their own eyes, and the son was taken out of their own house!

Lu Ci saw that Zhong's father and Zhong's mother no longer strongly opposed Zhong Yuan's playing football, but kept asking what happened to Cuju and why there were so many balls. When Zhong Yuan answered them one by one clumsily, he knew the purpose already reached.

So, he didn't stay any longer, but wisely put down the cup of tea that he had drunk, without leaving his body or name, Shi Shi ran back to his home.

To put it bluntly, the reason why Zhong Yuan’s parents objected to Zhong Yuan’s playing football was mainly because the idea that “cuju play” was not the right way was deep-rooted, and they were worried that it would have no future and no income, so they told Zhong Yuan to waste his time, idle around, and be unable to do anything in the future. To feed the whole family.

After Lu Ci's explanation, there was another glaring silver coin in front of them, and their problem was easily solved.

Look how easy it is to have fun without breaking the law, and still earn so much money!

Rao is just a trick that he was able to do when he was young. As long as he earns a few more years, he can buy a bigger house and rent out some fields. Even if he only relies on rent collection in the future, he doesn't have to worry about starving to death.

However, neither Zhong Yuan nor Zhong's parents had high hopes for the big cake of "worship" painted by Lu Ci, but added an insurance of "there is also a way out of being an official" to their mentality.

After solving the important matter of Zhong's family, Lu Ci, who had retired after his success, immediately lay down comfortably on the bed and had a good sleep.

When he woke up leisurely, it was already the night when the lights were on outside the window.

After washing up under the service of his servants, he put on his coat again and asked, "Is my mother back?"

The healthy servant hurriedly replied: "I returned an hour ago."

Lu Ci nodded.

When he walked unhurriedly to the side of the small hall, he heard Lu's mother's familiar gentle voice from inside: "...You are only so old, and the family will rest assured that you will travel alone?"

This is when he was still asleep, and his mother had already chatted with Di Qing?

Lu Ci blinked with interest, stopped in his tracks, and at the same time rushed down to the servant and made a gesture to signal him to keep silent, then he calmly listened to the corner of the wall.

To his surprise, the little raccoon slave who often blushes nervously, stutters when he is in front of him, and is even more indifferent and taciturn to outsiders, actually behaves quite eloquently when facing his mother: "As long as you are with the grandfather, no matter where you go, your parents can't be more at ease."

Lu's mother was quite interested in the title he said: "Why do you call Da Lang the grandfather?"

Di Qing then said that he was from Fenzhou, and Lu Ci had briefly explained the matter of knowing the state, and added a sentence very sincerely: "When the father and mother learned that the letter was written by the father-in-law, they were very happy immediately, and they will send the letter to the father-in-law. I took it to the grave of my ancestors and burned a few sticks of incense."

Mother Lu sighed with relief and pride.

If Lu Ci hadn't been extremely popular as an official, how could the people under his rule trust him so much, and would entrust his important son to him so simply?

Di Qing cleverly grasped Lu's mother's pulse of "I want to hear good things about Da Lang, but I'm too embarrassed to say so", and then I can tell you everything about Lu Ci's many achievements when he was working in Fenzhou. The blowing was so hypnotic that Lu Ci, who was secretly eavesdropping, felt his skin burn for it, and he couldn't help it.

He deliberately stepped a little harder, and coughed lightly, successfully interrupting Di Qing's eloquent speech.

Mother Lu, who had just listened with gusto, still had a bit of regret for being interrupted hastily, but Di Qing looked at the hall door in great surprise: "Grandfather!"

——I'll settle the score with you later.

Lu Ci showed a smile, and called out in a warm voice: "Mother, it is Da Lang who is back."

Mother Lu stood up in a daze, and took a few quick steps towards him, but when she got close to him, she felt a little at a loss, and wiped her hands that were rough from too much work on her skirt several times before she finally came back. He said nervously, "You... your appearance has changed a lot."

No matter the eyebrows and eyes, no matter the temperament, they are not at all similar to her husband who died young.

There is not much resemblance to her who is plain-looking.

If Lu Ci hadn't been the flesh and blood of her conceived child in October, Mother Lu would hardly have dared to recognize this handsome man who was so eye-catching.

Although Lu Ci was careful, he couldn't guess the meaning behind Mother Lu's subtle pause.

He didn't realize that his appearance was gradually getting closer to his modern self.

He saw Lu's mother stopped in her tracks, she only frowned, bent over slightly, and calmly dismissed her mother, who seemed much thinner and shorter compared to her taller, slender and taller self in recent years. Embracing her lightly, she said with a light smile: "In my eyes, my mother's youth is still there, but she is still the same as before."

Mother Lu couldn't help laughing.

The slight estrangement caused by the changes in appearance and temperament in the past three years seems to have disappeared with this familiar joke: "Nonsense. Why are you still such a joke-loving temperament?"

Lu Ci sighed: "It's only been three years, and even my mother is not willing to believe the truth from the bottom of my heart."

Mother Lu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said casually: "You are so glib, why don't you marry a woman and come back and talk to her?"

Men should marry, women should marry.

She is a big man who is handsome, talented and knowledgeable, and her age is only weak, so it is time to find a good little lady.

Although I haven't seen how Lu Ci reacted yet, the moment Di Qing heard this, the smile on Di Qing's face disappeared.