The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1477 The Role of Reading (Thirteen)

At noon, Fang Yun went home and ate lunch as usual, as if he had not remembered Zhang Jingan as his son.

In the afternoon, Fang Yun continued to work. After finishing with Lao Guo, he returned home at around nine o'clock in the evening.

These physical jobs were very simple for Fang Yun. Whether he was a soldier, a pavilion chief or a clerk, they had little impact on him. He was immersed in the world of strange books most of the time and kept learning.

As his practice deepened, Fang Yun felt that he was getting closer and closer to the Grand Secretary. At most two months, he could be promoted to the Grand Secretary, and now he was less than two years away from being promoted to the Hanlin.

After dinner, Fang Yun continued to read until late at night, when the door of Zhang's house made a slight sound.

Zhang Jingan walked into the yard in a daze. Just as he was about to go back to the bedroom, he saw the night-shining pearl in his father's study.

Through the glazed window, Zhang Jingan looked at the light of the night-shining pearl and Fang Yun's figure, and was stunned. He realized that every time he got up at night, he could see his father reading and studying.

Recalling these days, Zhang Jingan remembered that his father would occasionally appear absent-minded when he was in the army or working, and his lips would move slightly. He didn't care at the time, but now he understands that his father should have been reciting the classics of the saints.

In Zhang Jingan's heart, only his grandfather Zhang Wankong was tall and majestic, standing in his heart like an immortal statue. He had been described by Zhang Hua as an omnipotent hero, while his father Zhang Longxiang's appearance was extremely vague. No matter who mentioned it, he was rarely mentioned, and was completely overshadowed by Zhang Wankong's brilliance.

At this moment, the image of Zhang Jingan's father became concrete.

"This is a scholar who is more diligent and hardworking than grandpa..."

Zhang Jingan felt ashamed, and at the same time thought of the girl he had seen during the day, and his heart was extremely irritable.

Zhang Jingan walked back to the room quickly, but he couldn't sleep anyway. All the things that happened in these days kept flashing in his mind. Every time he wanted to sleep, his sleepiness would be dispelled by the girl's eyes.

The girl was the granddaughter of Marquis Pinghai. The girl's father and Zhang Longxiang had joked after drinking that if they had children, they would become relatives, almost a marriage arranged by birth.

But now, one is a noble girl like a princess, and the other is a boy from the market pulling a dung cart.

Zhang Jing'an couldn't bear this gap.

In the early morning, Zhang Jing'an still couldn't sleep. His stomach was rumbling, and he was so hungry that he was dizzy and upset. He had to get up and walk around the mansion to drink some water.

The Wenqu Star was hanging high in the sky, the white snow and the stars turned into silver, and the quiet winter night was full of unique beauty.

The night pearl in the study was still lit.

Zhang Jing'an stared blankly until he couldn't stand the cold anymore. He ran into the study quickly, closed the door, rubbed his hands gently, and kept breathing.

Fang Yun put down the book in his hand, raised his head, looked at Zhang Jing'an, his eyes calm.

Zhang Jing'an glanced at his father, a look of shame appeared on his face, and he pretended to be very natural and asked: "It's so cold, why don't you ask the servants to prepare a brazier?"

"I'm a Hanlin, and I can't get cold in this weather. Why don't you sleep yet?" Fang Yun asked.

"I can't sleep." Zhang Jing'an said.

"Will you continue to work tomorrow?" Fang Yun's tone was a little strange.

Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun, silent. He was standing, but he felt that the man sitting there had a kind of detachment in his eyes, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain and looking down at him, but he didn't feel uncomfortable.

"I... don't want to do it anymore." Zhang Jing'an's words were almost squeezed out from his teeth, and his face gradually turned red.

"If I don't do this, I have a better livelihood, and I will earn much more than this business. It's easy to earn hundreds of taels of silver a month, and more during festivals." Fang Yun said.

If it were Zhang Jingan before, he would be very excited, but now he just showed a little curiosity and asked, "What business?"

"I will take you, you take the bowl, and go to the wealthy families in Jingzhou City to beg for food." Fang Yun said expressionlessly.

Zhang Jingan instinctively thought of the scene that happened today, and thought of the eyes of the girl, and his face flushed.

"You..." Zhang Jingan was speechless.

"If you don't want to be a beggar, I can only take you to be a beggar." Fang Yun said.

"You are the Marquis of Zhujiang, a Hanlin of the human race, can you be ashamed to be a beggar?" Zhang Jingan asked.

"I can even be a beggar, so what's a beggar?" Fang Yun didn't care.

The cold wind howled outside the window, and the study fell into silence.

Zhang Jingan sat down opposite Fang Yun.

Gurgle...

Zhang Jing'an was extremely embarrassed, coughed lightly, and said, "I don't work, I can study."

Fang Yun's cold voice came from the study: "Do whatever you want, who do you think you are? Are you the king of heaven, or the half-saint of the human race!"

The whole study was buzzing.

Zhang Jing'an's face turned pale, and his heart sank deeply. He thought he had a way out. If he couldn't bear the hardship, he could go to school and study for more than ten years. Maybe he could become a tongsheng. When this traitor father died, he would be the Marquis of Zhujiang. No matter what, he would have no worries in his life.

However, these words seemed to break something, and Zhang Jing'an fell into endless panic.

Zhang Jing'an looked up carefully and found that his father was particularly indifferent. It was only a table between them, but it seemed as if there was a mountain range between them, as if they were separated by two worlds.

Zhang Jing'an's heart was filled with regret. As time went by, this regret became stronger and stronger, and he even formed an unprecedented hatred for himself, hating his stupidity, his arrogance, and his blindness.

I knew clearly that studying was the best way out, but I was angry, evaded, and fantasized, and finally suffered a lot. Not only did I achieve nothing, but even my last retreat was cut off.

Fang Yun put a fist-sized piece of unpolished jade on the table. Most of the unpolished jade was like stone, but there were one or two crystal jade colors from time to time.

After this unpolished jade appeared in the study, Zhang Jingan felt that his mind was extremely clear. He could even fill his stomach after taking a breath. He didn't feel hungry, and the negative emotions in his heart gradually decreased.

"This is the talent jade I got from the Gou family's secret room. I decided that day that I would find a craftsman to polish it and give it to you to carry with you. However, you disappointed me." Fang Yun said, and took away the talent jade.

The light in Zhang Jingan's eyes faded as the talent jade disappeared. The talent jade seemed to take away everything from him, drained his body, and injected something called "regret" at the same time.

The Talent Jade is as important as the Semi-Saint Literary Treasure to any scholar in the literary world. Once you get it, you will become smarter. Even if you are lazy, the Talent Jade will stimulate your full potential and become an excellent student.

There is a saying in the literary world of Confucius that even if a pig gets the Talent Jade, it can pass the exam to become a scholar.

Zhang Jingan couldn't believe that he had a chance to get the Talent Jade, but he foolishly gave it up.

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