unlucky ghost

This Qiyao horse is a very powerful beast, whoever wants to call it unattractive will make him even more unattractive.

Lingyu called out at the gate of the courtyard: "Wang Wenhan, your father is looking for you, come out quickly."

As soon as Lingyu finished shouting, Qiyao Ma suddenly raised its hind hoof and kicked Wang Wenhan's ass.

Just as Wang Wenhan was about to speak, he opened his mouth and was kicked into the dirt before he could make a sound.

When Lingyu ran in from the outside to see, Qiyaoma put on a pitiful look, hummed unceasingly, and looked at Lingyu tearfully.

Lingyu quickly helped Wang Wenhan up, and said with a smile: "Oh, Mr. Wang, why did you fall to the ground? Your father has a good thing for you, so don't be afraid."

Wang Wenhan was crushed by the fall, stood up with his stomach in his arms, gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of horse is this that kicks my ass, damn it."

Lingyu looked at the masquerading virtue of the horse, and said with a smile: "Stop scolding, this horse belongs to our young master, and has the same virtue as our young master, so if you scold him, you are scolding the young master? "

"Bah bah!" Wang Wenhan spat on the ground twice, spat out the mud in his mouth, and asked, "What does my father want from me? I don't care about the accountant anymore."

Lingyu leaned into his ear with a smile, and said, "Big happy event, great happy event."

Wang Wenhan said: "What are you talking about? Could it be that our young master is getting married?"

Lingyu patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "You're a middle-aged boy, why don't you go to the front yard to have a look, the master explained that I will hold a banquet for you, and celebrate you well."

When Wang Wenhan heard the words, he didn't like it, but instead put on a straight face, and asked, "What move?"

Lingyu shook her head, pulled him to the front yard, and said, "Whatever he does, you go to the front yard to see the master first."

If you want to talk about Wang Wenhanzhong's case, you have to say that when people are lucky, there will be pie in the sky.

This pie was taken by Wang Wenhan to his heart's content.

When Wang Wenhan came out of the Tribute Court that day, he expected that he would be hopeless in the exam. How could he want to announce the results? A few days before the announcement, someone exposed two cheaters in the examination room. , I was not satisfied with the articles I wrote, so I voluntarily quit Qiu Wei.

Just like that, there were three vacancies on the gold list.

Wang Wenhan squeezed his way to the top of the golden list just like that.

No matter what Wang Wenhan said, he won the exam. His father's face was filled with gold. Unexpectedly, Wang Wenhan refused to take the exam again.

"My son has self-knowledge and doesn't dare to expect to be promoted to the imperial examination. He is not expected to be an official. He really doesn't want to go out and make a fool of himself."

Wang Jingshi couldn't help it, so he had to search here and there, and asked Mr. Tan for his relationship, so he was stuffed into the yamen, made a canon history, and was in charge of yamen documents and other things. Officials wear golden crowns with carved flowers and official uniforms with five pythons and four claws.

As soon as Wang Wenhan left, Tanzi couldn't sit still anymore.

The two played together since they were young, and once Wang Wenhan left, Tanzi really didn't even have anyone who could quarrel.

For this reason, Tanzi was really troubled for a while.

Xiao Hantian, Yanbei Township, magpies start their nests, pheasants start their robins.

There were scattered snowflakes in the dark sky.

Tan Zishi was wrapped in a thick cotton robe, slipped out of the tent with his neck curled up, and ran to his father's study with slippery steps.

After hesitating for a while, he knocked on the door.

"What's the matter?" His father was engrossed in writing without raising his head.

"Father, why did you let Wang Wenhan out?"

"Everyone has their own aspirations, how can your father and I win other people's aspirations? Do you think that everyone else is just like you, ignorant and ignorant all day long?" Master Tan dipped the pen barrel in the ink.

Tanzi stopped talking.

His father took a look at him, felt more and more that his son was worthless, put down his pen and said: "He has won the Juren at least now, with a young man like you, I'm afraid it's not a very glorious thing."

Tanzi's face was stiff, and he sat silently for a while.

The servant girl came forward to offer him tea, and he took it and blew it in his hands, hesitant to speak.

Master Tan picked up his pen and started writing again. Tan Zishi hesitated for a while before he opened his mouth and said, "Since Wang Wenhan is gone, this accountant room will naturally be vacant. Do you want to invite another accountant?"

"Crack!" Master Tan threw his pen on the desk, and said, "You will be crowned after the new year, why are you still messing around like this? Your father and I have already taken over the burden of your grandfather when we were eighteen. The old and the young are not all counting on me."

Tan Zishi sipped his tea, and said, "You are in charge of the affairs of this village, as well as Uncle Wen, Uncle Nine, and Old Man Wang. You guys are in charge, so I have nothing to do."

"If the accountant is empty, let it be empty. It's okay if he is missing." Master Tan said again: "When the accountant first hired someone, he did what you wanted. If you don't like it, you can let him go, and leave the soul behind." Yuqinggu and Jiang Han, one is for you to have a playmate, so that you won’t develop aloofness in this deep house compound, and the other is that Jiang Han is very sensible, he has read more books than you, Maybe I can urge you to make progress, I can't bear to scold you for your misbehavior all these years, you are just young and frivolous, father and I also came here from that time."

Tanzi actually listened to his father's heart and soul, but instead snorted coldly, very ungrateful.

"Don't hold grudges against me." Master Tan said, "The little girl from the Liu family will leave the cabinet next autumn. At this juncture, you should take care of yourself and learn something useful from Mr. Wang. Don't focus on messing around again." It's time."

When Tan Zishi heard that they were going to get married next year, he immediately dropped his teacup.

"I just knew that what you say tells me to learn some real talents, what I say is for my own good, it's just for your own selfishness!"

Tan Zishi walked to the door, his eyes were slightly red, "Since that's the case, then I will follow my father's wishes, my son will go back to read books and learn books, and stop fooling around!"

After saying that, he slammed the door shut with a bang.

Master Tan stood in front of the window watching Tan Zishi, seeing Tanzi falling in the snow in the sky, Jiang Han ran out from the south wing room, helped him forward step by step, turned around the veranda and could no longer see him. up.

The next day, Tan Zishi put on a new suit again as if nothing had happened, and went straight to the counting room.

The little pigeon was holding a thick stack of account books, shivering uncontrollably as she followed, she really couldn't figure out her master's temper, when it was cloudy and sometimes sunny, she said that the wind was rain, it was really overwhelming.

At noon, all the people in the accounting room dispersed, and Tan Zishi was alone holding the abacus and flicking the beads of the abacus. Jiang Han came in from the outside and said, "Congratulations!"

Tan Zishi raised his head and saw Jiang Han walking towards him with a slight smile, so he asked, "Why don't you like it if it's not a New Year or a holiday?"

"Go outside and take a look, the gift giver is here." Jiang Han snatched the abacus from his hand, "It's not that the gentlemen are pretending to be some nerds."

Tan Zishi became more and more puzzled, and asked, "What kind of congratulatory gift is it?"

Jiang Han said with a smile: "I'm afraid it's from the Liu family. The person who came here brought a lot of gifts. I guess they are here to propose marriage."

Tanzi was really taken aback, and hurried to look outside the gate.

Sure enough, he saw a gorgeous large carriage parked outside, and a tall and thin servant was holding Zhang Hongyanyan's greeting card and handing it to the servant at the door.

"I'll see who of you dare to pick it up!"

Tan Zishi stood in the door and yelled angrily, the boy who had just stretched out his hand suddenly withdrew his hand, and the bright red post fell into the snow with a clatter.

The tall and thin young man picked up the post from the ground, hurriedly walked up to Tan Zishi, and flattered him, "This must be the young master of your mansion... I have seen the young master before."

As he spoke, he bowed down and saluted.

Tan Zishi gave him a cold look.

The man said again: "Little Zhang Santiao, at the order of my master, came here to pay a visit to the elder of your mansion. This is a letter of worship, written by my master himself. I hope the young master can make it convenient for you to go back to the business." ..."

Zhang Santiao didn't wink at all, he just talked to himself, and didn't see the dark clouds getting heavier and heavier on Tan Zishi's face.

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked down the steps by Tan Zishi, and his whole body was buried in the dirty snow.

Zhang Santiao finally struggled to climb out from the snowdrift, but saw the gate of Tan Mansion shut with a bang, and he was slammed shut.

Zhang Santiao blushed angrily and had a thick neck, secretly scolded Tanfu for being a douchebag, and drove the carriage away in a desperate manner cursing.

Tan Zishi told several servants inside the door: "If he comes again, no matter whether it is a greeting card or a wedding card, he is not allowed to accept it, and the master cannot see it."

Frustrated by Tan Zishi's despicable power, several servants could only nod their heads and said "yes" in a repeated voice.

Near the end of the year, most of the shops in the market were closed.Those who came to do business from other places rushed back to their wives and children to liven up the kang during the New Year.

Suicheng seemed deserted for a moment.

On the contrary, Tanfu was getting busier.

The maids and servants are busy sweeping snow and cleaning up, and making lanterns and pasting couplets. It's the busiest time of the year.

The busiest thing in the house is the account room.

The mountain of account books is so high that the threshold of the account room is almost collapsed when the servants come in and out.

Tanzi was leaning on the desk, with two stacks of one-foot-high account books on both sides. From time to time, he fiddled with the abacus beads, picked up the pen and brushed ghostly symbols on the open account books for a while, and then lay down on the table to be lazy.

Jiang Han sat beside him, looked at him coldly, shook his head helplessly, and continued to settle his own accounts.

The old man in Wenzhong was wearing a blue satin-lined cotton gown, his round belly supported the wide gown, and he looked bloated like a cotton ball that had absorbed enough water. He leaned on the door and asked, "Ling Yu, the accounts for the beginning of the year were brought to you yesterday, why haven't they been sent to the front yet?"

Lingyu sniffled, not daring to look at Wen Zhong's fat, angry face, and said, "This...here, I accidentally took a nap last night...".

Wen Zhong asked again, "How much more?"

Lingyu lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I haven't started counting yet..."

Wen Zhong's face darkened for a moment.

Jiang Han hurriedly stopped the conversation, and said: "Shumo Wen is angry, he gets angry if he doesn't commit such a trivial matter during the New Year's Eve, I will settle his account, and he can settle the matter in noon."

Wen Zhong glared at Lingyu and said nothing more.

Lingyu shrank her head hurriedly, lowering her head to settle accounts.

Wen Zhong regained his composure, and as soon as he turned around, the little pigeon bumped into Wen Zhong's fat belly, and was bounced far away.

Wen Zhong brushed his stomach distressedly, and asked: "Slave without eyes, why are you running so fast?"

The little pigeon hurriedly smiled apologetically, pointed inside and said: "Master is angry in the hall, he said that he wants me to call the young master quickly, because he has something important to ask."

"Go." As soon as Wen Zhong heard that it was the master's business, he stretched his body and told the little pigeon to squeeze in.