Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

"Young master, the new pen." The boy put the pen on the table and smiled, "The shopkeeper Wu knew that you became an official, so he sent all the best ones of this year."

Pens, inks, papers and inkstones of different materials, large and small, are lined up on the table. Even when the family was the richest, Feng Yu put down the book in his hand and walked over to appreciate it carefully.

Feng Yu is one of the three scholars who were appointed as officials. He is not very old, 25 or six years old, and has a white face and no beard. Beards are a hobby, and some people don't have this hobby. He holds a pen in his hand and keeps pointing fingers. Rubbing the penholder with his belly, he never imagined that he would have what he is today.

Their Feng family is not a great big family. There are hundreds of other big families, but they have no money and power. The family is there, and others always have to give some face. It is difficult to be like them. There are not many children, Feng Yu He is the only son of his parents. He has seven older sisters. Although his parents also have brothers and sisters, they don't have many.

People outside joked that Master Feng had given birth to Seven Fairies.

His seven older sisters are all married to scholars, and they try their best to get books from their husband's family for him to read, hoping that one day he will be famous in reading, honor their ancestors, and make them stand upright in their husband's house.

But Feng Yu never told his friends that if he only studied to become an official, he would not be so noble.

People will say that he is utilitarian. Can such a utilitarian person be a good official?The imperial court's scientific examinations are also useless, and ordinary students, no matter how talented they are, will not have a bright future.

Over time, it seems that being an official has become a shameful thing. How can reading be for the purpose of becoming an official?This reason is disgraceful!So a group of frustrated scholars gathered together, and they all felt that it would be too vulgar to study for the purpose of being an official, and such an official would not be a good official.

Until now, Feng Yu is still in a daze. He still remembers that day when he went to the literary meeting by himself.

Although the Feng family is not a big family in Pingjiang, it still has a good reputation after decades of business. It was originally his uncle who was going to invite him, but his uncle fell ill. I was jumping for joy for my uncle's just right illness.

Thinking about it now, it should be my father's hands and feet.

He went to the poetry meeting full of confidence. Feng Yu felt that it was too easy to overwhelm those former friends with his own ability.

Even he didn't take Song Shizhao seriously. In the eyes of these young talents, Song Shizhao was just in charge of merchants. Merchants have been of low status since ancient times. , Merchants are all low-level.

But when he met the real person, Feng Yu realized how narrow-minded he was.

The term Yiye Barrier seems to be tailor-made for him.

Their self-righteous knowledge is like a child's play in front of each other.

Feng Yu looked at Song Shizhao laughing there, for some reason, his whole body was stiff, he thought that laugh was a mockery, a mockery of their stupidity.

It's like a tiger watching a group of kittens fighting without even thinking about it.

His family members once said that he is a man with a woman's heart, and he has thought more than others since he was a child, so after seeing Song Shizhao's smile, the boiling blood in his whole body cooled down again like ice.

Feng Yu picked up a pen and wrote the four characters "self-righteous" on the paper.

The boy was frightened when he saw these four words, but he dared not say anything or ask.

Feng Yu's last stroke was broken, and a piece of writing was ruined. He put down the pen, turned his head and asked the servant: "If a tiger goes down the mountain, what will it usually do?"

The boy didn't know why, but he still said, "One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and tigers will fight for territory wherever they go."

Feng Yu: "...you are right."

Nan Bodhisattva is now a fierce tiger going down the mountain, and these scholars are people who overestimate themselves and want to compete with him for territory, but Nan Bodhisattva is still using a gentle method. Raise the butcher's knife, as long as he finds an excuse, can anyone really oppose him?

The troops stationed outside the city are not for watching and playing.

At night, Feng Yu walked out of the house and walked towards the Song Mansion.

Like the other two who were banned, he would not think that being banned was due to his great ability and good luck.

He and those two people are the straw handles prepared by the three South Bodhisattvas. If the people below want to go up, they have to step on their heads. If they don't want to be stepped on, they can only turn against their former friends.

For the sake of profit, people can become beasts.

No matter how good the instrument looks on the surface, it was finally torn apart, revealing a hideous face underneath.

Feng Yu said to the concierge: "I hope you will inform me."

The concierge said with a smile: "Sir, it's not a good time for you to come. My lord has already gone to sleep. Come back tomorrow."

Feng Yu lowered his head, not daring to show arrogance even to the porter of Song Shizhao's house, and said in a gentle tone: "I have important matters to discuss with Mr. Song. Since your lord is resting, I will wait for you first."

He blew cold wind at the gate of Song Shizhao's house all night.

The next day, when Song Shizhao "Tingxin" came out to see him, he found that he was invited into the corner room by the concierge. He was already feverish and unconscious, and he was still talking nonsense.

Song Shizhao listened closer and found him shouting.

"My lord... I want to resign... I want to resign..."

Song Shizhao said to his servants, "Please find a good doctor for Mr. Feng."

Among so many scholars, only this one can see clearly. Song Shizhao looked at the flushed face and felt that it would be a pity to call him dead, maybe he is still a useful talent.

That night, Feng Yu recovered his white body.

But to put it more nicely, Feng Yu felt that he was not worthy of virtue, so he insisted on resigning, and he cried without saying goodbye, and even made a fuss after crying.

That's how it's been said.

Said that Lin Yuan liked Feng Yu very much, otherwise he would not have been appointed an official at the first meeting. After all, Nan Bodhisattva personally appointed few officials, and all of them held important positions, so Lin Yuan was quite respectful and virtuous. I also love Feng Yu very much.

But Feng Yu felt that he did not have this talent, and that he took up the position for nothing. Since he did not do well, he would be sorry for Nan Bodhisattva's love, and insisted on resigning. Lin Yuan tried to persuade him countless times, but Feng Yu refused.

In the end, the two were still hugging each other and crying together - this was added by the common people themselves.

The Feng family——

"What do you think is wrong with him! It's hard for an official to come out of the family! Even if there is no real power, whoever is an official will have real power as soon as he comes up?" Feng Yu's father and uncles gathered together, and they all hated that iron could not become steel He looked at Feng Yu who was lying on the bed drinking porridge.

"Do you know how many people are watching this official? How many people want it? There are so many scholars in Pingjiang, is it possible that you will have your seat again in the future?"

"If it wasn't for your illness, you should go and kneel now!"

"You don't think about yourself, you always think about your cousins?"

……

Feng's father was in high spirits for a few days, but when his son went out for one night, the official disappeared, and his head that was originally high was lowered again.

I don’t have much money to study at home. I have to learn from a teacher. A good teacher is not cheap, and I have to go out with my classmates. I need money for pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and all kinds of books, just so that my children can become officials one day. Bring the whole family.

Feng Yu listened quietly, and after listening for a while, he said, "How many scholars are there in Pingjiang?"

The elders were taken aback.

Feng Yu said again: "Do you still remember how many opposition voices there were among scholars for the previous decrees?"

Scholars have a stink problem. After reading too many books, they become arrogant. They feel that they know everything about the world without leaving home, and they can give pointers to those above them.

"I resign this official, but I can still keep the family safe." Feng Yu's eyes were empty and lifeless, "If I don't resign, the Feng family will be finished. Without me in the family, there are still cousins. As long as they follow Nan Bodhisattva, there will always be someone who will succeed. One day, talk less and do more, Nan Bodhisattva likes people who do practical things, even if they don't have an official position, as long as they do well, in the eyes of Nan Bodhisattva, why worry about no future?"

Feng Yu took a few deep breaths, his heart throbbing in pain.

Could it be that he wants to give up the opportunity he finally got?

Feng Yu: "You blame me now, it won't be long before you can see what happened to the Zhang family and the Yuan family."

Zhang's family and Yuan's family are the other two families who were sealed off.

A few days after Feng Yu said this, there were countless rumors on the street.

The common people are actually not very good at making up stories.

These rumors were all manipulative, saying that the Zhang family and the Yuan family bullied others, just because they had officials in the family, they had eyes on their foreheads, exploited the common people, and humiliated their former classmates.

The rumors intensified, and no one stopped them, so the common people felt that it was true.

A few days later, Zhang's family and Yuan's family held funerals successively.

It is said that the child who was an official in his family was sick and could not survive.

Only then did the Feng family understand what Feng Yu meant.

Feng Yu resigned on his own and has a good reputation. It will be easy for family members to think of becoming an official in the future.

But the Zhang family and the Yuan family, even if the strong men cut their wrists and let their children die, they will not have a bright future.

Readers feel happy talking about this matter.

They thought they were no worse than the sons of Zhang Yuan's family, and they were all relieved to see these two dead.

People are very strange, envious from far away, jealous from close up.

As soon as their former friends were in their early years, they would scratch their hearts and lungs with jealousy. If they didn't know this person at first, they wouldn't feel anything.

Feng Yu just watched them shed a few hypocritical tears for the death of their former friends, and then began to discuss who would be better to take over these seats. Refer them.

Feng Yu lay on the bed with his eyes open, tears streaming down his eyes.

He felt pathetic.

If he hadn't resigned, he would have ended up in the same way today.

He will die, and the Feng family will be finished.

Even if his parents would protect him, his uncles would force him to die for the future of his cousins.

The Zhang family and the Yuan family were defeated and devastated. Perhaps after a few years, no one would remember that there were two young men who had been officials in their family.