The Little First Grand Secretary in My House

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Bringing this up is old stuff.

At the beginning, Zhao'er felt sorry for Xue Tingxiang, so she saved some money to buy paper for him to practice calligraphy. Who would have thought that this paper was much more expensive than she imagined. Even the worst yellow bamboo paper costs 40 Wen a knife, but that day Zhaoer collected all the money on his body, but only 30 Wen.

In order to get the boss to sell the paper to her at a lower price, Zhao'er worked with the boss for a long time. He even made up a pretense that he had a hard-working younger brother, but unfortunately both parents died and his family was poor, so the boss agreed to sell it to her cheaply. Later, she came to buy it several times, all at the previous price, but she became acquainted with Boss Chen.

Boss Chen praised her as a noble character, earning hard money, but still supporting her younger brother's education, and she usually buys paper half-buy and half-free when she comes to buy paper.

Normally, Zhao'er would accept this kind of talk with a cheeky face, but today, with Xue Tingxiang here, she was inevitably a little embarrassed, for fear that Boss Chen would slip up and make the little man look down on her for lying.

Zhao'er has suffered, so she understands the skills of survival, but the little man doesn't, especially the scholar who is particularly pedantic, so every time she encounters such a situation where the two people's ideas conflict, she always subconsciously avoids it.

Within a day, two people said that they were his younger brothers, which made Xue Tingxiang very unhappy. Naturally, he didn't notice Zhao'er's hidden thoughts. When he came back to his senses, Zhao'er had already talked with the boss, and even showed him the copy of Hundred Surnames that he had copied overnight.

This is your brother? He looks handsome, but a little thinner. Boss Chen is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a goatee and elegant body. Wearing a scholar's shirt, he doesn't look like a business boss, but a scholar.

He was sick for a while a while ago, and he got better recently.

No wonder I haven't seen you here for a long time. While talking, Boss Chen took the manuscript that Zhao'er handed over, whether it was bound or paper quality, it was very poor.

He knew in his heart that this kind of peasant boy could not write very good characters, but he admired this young man named Zhao'er, so he planned not to criticize him too much even if he really did not do well, just say some polite words and just reject it.

If the level is not bad and the words can still be read, it is not impossible to give him some casual work, just as a help.

But when Boss Chen saw the writing on the yellow bamboo paper, he was still taken aback.

He wrote this word? Boss Chen looked at Xue Tingxiang in surprise, and went to flip through the manuscript in his hand.

His expression was so weird that Zhao'er had a bad feeling in his heart. She couldn't help wondering if the little man's handwriting was not good, after all, no one had ever praised the little man's handwriting, even Xue Qingshan said that his handwriting was like a spring worm and autumn snake.

Although Zhao'er doesn't know what spring worms and autumn snakes are, she understands the sad look on the little man's face, and she knows it means poor writing.

But she didn't think it was the little man's fault. He even had to pick and use the paper that could practice calligraphy. Can he write well? It was that time that she lost her temper, collected vegetables and sold them in the town, and saved a sum of money to buy Xue Tingxiang's first piece of paper in her life.

It was a whole knife, not a few pieces given as a charity from Xue Qingshan or Xue Juncai.

Zhao'er's head felt cold for a while, and she couldn't help wondering if she was too blind to the little man at ordinary times, or if she flattered her too much. She was not afraid of anything else, but she was afraid that if Boss Chen said something unpleasant later, the little man would not be able to stand the blow.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly turned her back and made a gesture to Boss Chen, leading him aside, then said to him in a low voice: Uncle Chen, if my younger brother's handwriting is really bad, can you...

Can you do something? Immediately, Boss Chen understood, and said with a smile: You are the same, even if you have a heart of love and protection, you should not deceive him, but point out his shortcomings, so that he can improve in the future.

His voice was a bit loud, Xue Tingxiang over there must have heard it, Zhao'er blushed, but Na Na didn't know what to say.

Boss Chen said again: But your brother's handwriting is really good, he must be a famous teacher.

He walked up to Xue Tingxiang in a few steps, cupped his fists and saluted: I don't know who is your teacher? As he said that, he also had a touch of hesitation in his eyes, because the poor boy in front of him, who was dressed in coarse cloth and short brown, really didn't seem to be able to learn from any famous teacher.

Just his words...

Since Boss Chen runs a book shop, he is either a hobby or a ancestral business. In fact, Boss Chen has both, which can be regarded as the origin of family education. He also passed the exam several times when he was young, but he stopped at being a scholar. However, he was not interested in being an official, so he turned around and took care of his ancestral business. It is also a great thing in life to meet a few literary friends, play chess, drink tea, taste calligraphy and painting together.

From his point of view, although this son's handwriting is immature, he already has a strong character.

We must know that the shape is easy to get, but the spirit is hard to find. Master Yan and Master Liu have always been collectively called Yan Jin Liu Gu, which is enough to show the characteristics of Yan body. However, Xue Tingxiang's calligraphy has already possessed its fundamentals. As long as it does not go astray, in time, he will definitely be a great calligrapher of a generation.

How did he know that Xue Tingxiang deliberately hid the edge of his pen in order to hide himself, and it took most of the night to finish copying the book that could have been copied in half an hour at most. Otherwise, if the word is taken out, Boss Chen will definitely think it is someone's calligraphy.

Just when Boss Chen was thinking about it, Xue Tingxiang had already answered: I don't have a teacher.

Just copying?

I have visited the Yan Qin Li Monument.

Xue Tingxiang didn't lie, he did only copy Yan Qinli Monument, this set of copybooks is Xue Qingshan's favorite treasure, and he never let people touch it. And the reason why he was lucky enough to see and touch it once was that Xue Jun, who was still young at that time, was shown off in front of him.

Because of this incident, he was extremely impressed with Yan Qinli Monument, and even became obsessed with it. Later, after some money at home, Zhao'er bought a set with him, and the first font he learned was Yanti.

Just came across Yan Qin Li Monument?

Xue Tingxiang nodded.

Boss Chen's eyes became more radiant, and he sighed after a long time: Maybe you have a talent in this field that is difficult for others to catch up with. You should practice hard and don't slack off. That's all, let's get down to business. Your handwriting is very good, and I have passed it.

He walked inside the counter, took a book and handed it to Xue Tingxiang.

I have a copy of University Chapters and Sentences here. You can take it back and try it out. I will provide the pen and ink. After copying, if the finished product is not inferior to the standard of this book, I will pay you a tael of silver.

One tael of silver? Uncle Chen, isn't that too much? Zhao'er asked in surprise.

Uncle Chen laughed: Do you know how many characters are in this book? And do you know how much money I will resell this book for?

After finishing speaking, he continued to say to Xue Tingxiang: It is reasonable to say that it is to be copied in my bookstore. If you take the book back and copy it, you need to pay some pledged money or things. I know your brother well, so forget it. How long do you think it will take to finish copying?

Xue Tingxiang hesitated for a moment, and said: Since Boss Chen has rules here, how about the boy copying here? I just hope that Boss Chen will be more flexible. Can you let the boy read a few books here in his spare time.

Boss Chen was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood. He took a deep look at this thin but neither humble nor overbearing boy.

Can!

Then thank you Boss Chen first, don't worry, the boy will definitely not damage the books here.

Zhao'er kept silent until the end of the conversation, and then pulled Xue Tingxiang aside to speak.

Do you really want to copy books here? It would be nice to take it home. If you are afraid that Boss Chen won't allow it, I still have some money to pledge.

You don't think this is a good place.

Xue Tingxiang looked back at the room full of books. He himself had only read a limited number of books, and in the memory of 'Xue Tingxiang', many memories about this aspect were blurred.

But life is his, and he wants to move forward step by step. It doesn't mean that he has a dream, and he will definitely be the chief assistant in the future, and he will definitely be able to pass the Jinshi examination. After all, even Xue Tingxiang in the dream had to put in a lot of hard work and go through many detours before he could reach the first rank of official residence step by step.

Of course Zhao'er understood what he meant, but she was very worried about suddenly leaving the little man outside alone. She was thinking about whether to find an excuse to stay here with him, but Boss Chen said from the side: Okay, you don't have to worry about your brother, can you lose it with me? You don't have to sell vegetables to work today? Hurry up.

In the eyes of Boss Chen, Zhao'er is a hard-working brother who supports his younger brother by selling vegetables in the town.

Uncle Chen, I'm leaving now.

She hurriedly took out a dozen or so copper coins from her pocket and handed them to Xue Tingxiang: I should come to find you for lunch at noon, if not, you can buy it yourself, right here...

Copy books here, and you can have a light meal at noon. Boss Chen interrupted again.

Zhao'er was still rambling: You still have the money, you can buy whatever you want, and I will pick you up in the afternoon.

You'd better pick up your work and finish it first, don't worry your brother won't lose it.

This Uncle Chen!

Zhao'er couldn't go on talking anymore, and ran out of the bookstore almost in despair.

After the person had left, Boss Chen teased with a smile: Your brother treats you very well.

Xue Tingxiang smirked, It's pretty good, like a little hen who doesn't care about her chicks. For some reason, he actually thought of this sentence.

After that, under the guidance of the shop assistant, he went to a room behind the shop.

The layout of this room is simple, but it is elegant. It can be seen that Boss Chen is an elegant person. The best thing about this house is that there is a large window facing the outside yard, and there is a set of tables and chairs, which is completely different from Xue Tingxiang's imagination of being hidden in a dark room without light.

The clerk even brought a basin of water for him to wash his hands, prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstone, etc., and said he could call him if he had anything to do, so he went down.

Xue Tingxiang came to the water basin, dipped his hands in the water, rubbed them gently a few times, and wiped them dry with a cloth towel beside him, before going to the desk and sitting down.

He grinds the ink first. Grinding ink can well adjust people's emotions and achieve a state of 'quietness'.

After the ink was polished, his mind was empty at this moment. He rolled up his sleeves to write, and his hands were empty, only to realize that he was wearing a short brown at this time, where there were no sleeves, so naturally he was not afraid of staining the sleeves.

All this was just for a moment, he didn't care about it, and wrote quietly.

But Boss Chen, who was standing outside the door, was a little skeptical, and couldn't help but wonder if this son was from a famous family, but it's a pity that his family has fallen, rather than a poor kid. His words and deeds, and even his demeanor, don't look like those from a poor family at all.

After thinking for a while, but unable to figure out why, Boss Chen shook his head and went back to the front.

Without him, it is because of this posture that the girl's figure is vividly displayed. High/chest/upturned/hip, slender waist, Xue Tingxiang has never seen such a scene before, a very strange feeling of dryness and heat climbed up in his body.

But at the same time, he was familiar with it, and a picture appeared in his mind, which was the time of the two people's bridal chamber.

In the dream, he didn't like her at that time, but he felt that marrying her was a matter of course.

It was a deep-rooted thought that she should be his wife.

It's just that this hidden deepest emotion was covered up by his awkwardness and ignorance, especially when he went to the school to study and let his classmates know that he had a child bride in the country, which caused a lot of ridicule.

But in fact, he liked her deep down in his heart, so she was tortured badly by him that night in the bridal chamber.

Originally, he was just ignorant, and she was a newcomer, so he hurt her and also hurt her. But he still thought about the pain, and she cried with tears and snot running down her nose. That was the first time she showed weakness in front of him, and he liked this way of bullying her ever since.

At that time, he was studying in the academy, and he would only come back once every ten days. Every time he came back, she was so afraid that she would hide. But he had to rely on him and let him do whatever he wanted. He obviously liked it, but pretended not to like it.

Now that I think about it, he was really an asshole at that time.

Thinking about these messes in his heart, he suddenly said, I'll wipe it for you.

Zhao'er looked at him sideways in surprise, and subconsciously refused: I still can't, I'll do it myself. After these days of corrections, she has gradually learned not to call herself sister.

Before her words fell, Xue Tingxiang had already snatched the cloth towel, and pulled her to turn her back, Zhao'er could only freeze there, letting him wipe it.

Seriously speaking, Xue Tingxiang is still half-headed now, so he can only half-kneel and sit up to wipe her hair. The two were very close, Zhao'er didn't notice it, but Xue Tingxiang felt his blood was surging.

Zhao'er's hair is very black, dense and smooth, like a piece of fine satin. He was clumsy, and Fang began to pull and hurt her several times, until he heard her involuntarily inhaling, he slowed down his movements.

Feeling that it was a bit difficult for him to reach, Zhao'er was a little distressed, he kept stretching his arms: If I don't lie here?

As she said that, she went to try it, and it was more convenient for him to lie on the kang, and both of them would not be tired. What she didn't know was that her posture looked even more seductive from behind, especially for a young man with a fresh blood.

Xue Tingxiang immediately regretted accepting this matter. It felt like a kind of torture. He needed to work hard to stabilize himself so as not to look randomly.

If not, why don't you sit up? he asked.

But got no answer from her.

When I went to see it, I found that she had fallen asleep.

The girl seemed very tired and slept soundly. She lay prone on the long-folded quilt, her thick long hair was scattered behind her back and down to her waist. Because the quilt was covering her face, her face was squeezed out of shape, but her pink lips were pouty.

Zhao'er, who had just taken a bath, still had water vapor on her face. Her plump and delicate cheeks looked young and tender at first glance. Her pink lips had a watery glow, which was attractive to pick.

Something in his heart was clamoring, and he leaned on him unconsciously. The cheeks of the two were getting closer and closer, so close that he could see and smell the sweet smell.

Suddenly, she moved, and he quickly backed away, pretending to be nonchalant, muttering in his mouth why he fell asleep, but actually watching her reaction nervously.

Fortunately, she just moved, and there was no sign of waking up, so he was relieved.

But the impulse in his heart was gone, he glanced at her several times, reached out and took the thin quilt to cover her, and continued to wipe her wet hair with a cloth towel.

*

Yuqing Village was originally a village established by a group of victims who fled during the war in the previous dynasty.

At first it was not called Yuqing Village, but Zhengjiazhuang. The village is full of people with the surname Zheng, but the number of people is not large, only a dozen or so families. Many years later, there was a famine one year, and the government arranged for a group of people who fled the disaster to settle here. These people are the ancestors of the Xue family.

There are not many people surnamed Zheng, and there are also many people surnamed Xue. At first, people surnamed Zheng took the lead.

The Dachang Dynasty implemented the Lilao system, where one hundred households constituted one li, and Jiachang was set up, which is commonly known as Lizheng. There are also several old people, who are commonly known as village elders.

Within the jurisdiction of Yuqing Village, everything in the village, such as adjudicating civil lawsuits, arbitrating right and wrong, guiding folk customs, persuading farming and mulberry, and issuing sentiments, etc., and even urging taxes, military service, and so on, is jointly presided over by the local Lizheng and the villagers.

Li Lao's power can be said to be quite large, and anyone who can be Li Lao is a person of high moral and respect in the local area.

In fact, this kind of system is equivalent to a local people governing a local people.

Nowadays there is such a saying that the so-called imperial power does not come down to the county, but only the clan under the county, and the clan is self-governing, self-government depends on ethics, and ethics creates squires, that's how it is.

Over the years, the two surnames of Xue and Zheng seem to be harmonious on the surface, but they have been at odds with each other, and what they are fighting for is the right to speak in the village. Although it was because there was a scholar among the people surnamed Xue that the Xue family changed its previous decline and several village elders appeared in the clan, but the position of Lizheng has always been in the hands of the people surnamed Zheng.

Now Yuqing Village has one Lizheng and four village elders. Three of these four elders have the surname Xue, that is to say, two pairs of three. But because Zheng Lizheng is here, it is still not an advantage.

Patriarch Xue is confident that if there is another scholar in the clan, he will be able to completely overwhelm the Zheng family, so when he heard the rumors that had been raging in the village these two days, he immediately exploded.

Mr. Xue was still in the field, so he was called to Patriarch Xue's house.

Seeing patriarch Xue's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, old master Xue was puzzled by the second monk: Brother Haizi, what's the matter? In terms of seniority, patriarch Xue is considered to be the cousin of old master Xue.

You still ask me what's wrong? Don't you know what's going on outside recently?