Xinghua County Yanei, Liang Chuan is three into the palace, although each time it is much stronger than the last time, first the prisoner, then the county government to do business, and finally become the guest of the county lord, the time before and after is also very short, but the status is different.

Meet the county master, what is this concept. Let's put it this way, Liang Chuan turned out to be a small section member at the bottom of the food chain of the entire Celestial Empire's civil service system, maybe he can be promoted to a unit-level cadre after 20 years of struggle (called not to enter the stream), and then enjoy section-level treatment, which is already the pinnacle of life, but at this time, when he wants to report to their director, he still has to stand outside the director's office tremblingly, waiting for the director to finish dressing up, and then he can walk into the director's office in fear.

And if their director wants to find the secretary of the county party committee, he should refer to Liang Chuan to report to the director.

At this time, Liang Chuan directly crossed several levels, which is equivalent to an old man raising pigs in the countryside, and one day the secretary of the county party committee came to him on a whim to talk about the breeding situation of sows this year and the harvest of crops in the field. Well, that's probably what it means, it's basically impossible.

To be honest, in his previous life, Liang Chuan had never even seen the dignity of the county party secretary when he was a security guard. In this era of the more serious the level of dignity and inferiority, I was fortunate enough to become a guest of the county, I don't know if it is a feng shui wheel, next year to my house.

In the Xinghua Yamen, behind the Ming Hall of the office is the annex where the county lives. Entering the door of the house and turning to the west, there is a flower hall, which is the place where the county lord will meet guests, and the officials of the ancient local government must live in the government office, out of the need to perform their duties, facilitate work, environmental safety and clean government confidentiality.

Liang Chuan led Xin Wuxi, and the two of them were taken to the flower hall by the officials, Liang Chuan and Xin Wuxian were very interesting, like two logs, and they couldn't sit casually at home without the consent of the master.

At this time, the night was cold and dewy, and the county magistrate was old, and his body was not as good as before, so he changed into civilian clothes after returning home. There are several pairs of calligraphy and paintings in the living room, and the names are all names that Liang Chuan does not recognize, but the words are written in a round, at least in the eyes of Liang Chuan, a person who does not know calligraphy, it is quite good. The words on the wall are all regular script, and there is no half of an ugly book.

Xin Wuxi commented on a few pairs of calligraphy and paintings, and the evaluation was very high, but Liang Chuan also knew a few people in his eyes, Su Huang Mi Cai, but unfortunately the time has not yet come.

The county magistrate walked in from the side room with a spring breeze on his face, and Liang Chuan and the two hurriedly bent down to salute. For this land, there must be a minimum number of courtesies, at least people's life achievements are higher than their own, and for those who have the ability, they should be a little more interesting.

"Sit, don't stand." After Song Zhixian sat down by himself, he didn't let the two of them stand.

"Let's just stand." Liang Chuan said with a sincere face, the kind of flattering smirk of others, he didn't dare to use it to fool these old foxes in officialdom, it would only make people disgusted.

Looking at Song Zhixian's appearance up close, it will be much better maintained than these ordinary people, compared to Zheng Zuliang and their rich businessmen, it is not much worse, this old man is shrewd, giving people a sense of mediocrity, but if you look closely at their eyes, you will find that their eyes are hidden in the world.

"I'm almost blind, tell me which teacher you are, and in which academy did you learn this style!" The next person grinded a cup of tea, and the tea bowl is still the Yaobian Tianmu bowl of Jianzhan, a treasure of later generations!

Liang Chuan's eyes straightened when he looked at the bowl, and one of these bowls spread to the island country, and at first it was only circulated among a few shoguns, and then it was passed to the boss of Mitsubishi Corporation. The boss of Mitsubishi thought that this was the most precious treasure in the world, and he did not deserve to use it, so he only dared to treasure it, and finally became the first national treasure of the island country.

Liang Chuan didn't dare to tell him directly that he graduated from Xiamafang Agricultural College, and it was impossible for Song Zhixian to know him, so he could only say: "Master Zhixian, that is all called by friends, it can't be true." I don't have a teacher, my teacher is nameless, he has long since passed away, and there is no word left in the world, you don't know it. Liang Chuan didn't know if he would find out if he would find out if he had told his teachers to die, and then they found out.

"Oh?" Song Zhixian looked at Liang Chuan with a staggering gaze, obviously not believing his nonsense. He asked someone to bring a Duan inkstone, and a slightly yellowed rice paper was slowly spread out, "The poem at night helped the old man write it down, it was a good word, he returned to Tokyo in the future, I let a few old things open their eyes, there is a fierce Jiao hidden in the deep mountains of Xinghua!" After speaking, he looked at Liang Chuan playfully.

Liang Chuan was said to be careful, this evaluation is so high, in fact, he knows how much ink he has in his stomach, and he just copied someone else's famous article, but since he was the first to say and write it, it is his own.

These people are really, everyone likes to test their own calligraphy, they can still handle anything, they can write and martial arts, but this writing brush has never been practiced, how neat, even Ye Xiaochai at home laughs at himself.

"Uh... Back to my lord, I can't write this word. Liang Chuan's old face was a little red.

Song Zhixian frowned, thinking that he didn't want to write to himself, "What's the matter, when you behave at night, you are very simple, this will be restrained?" ”

"No, my lord, I haven't practiced calligraphy in my later life, and this word is really difficult to get into the hall of elegance." Liang Chuan had no choice but to tell the truth.

"You just have to write, you can cultivate if the words are a little worse." What else does Song Zhixian think, the better the person who writes the word, the more modest he is, this kid probably wants to show off again, and write a good hand to amaze everyone. When you are young, you don't learn anything good, and you pay attention to these side doors. Don't talk about Song Zhixian, I don't even believe Xin Wuxian.

Song Zhixian spoke, and Liang Chuan didn't dare to disobey. It's just that when Liang Chuan just picked up the pen, Song Zhixian and Xin Wuxi frowned at the same time, they had never seen such a strange way of holding the pen. Look at it again, Liang Chuan wrote a few words with a hard pen.

The brush is soft, written on paper, and the word is just like the scene of the car accident, crooked, no structure, no penmanship, and I can't find even a little beauty. It is estimated that at this time, the beginner hairy child will not be able to write such rotten words.

Xin Wuxian felt embarrassed for Liang Chuan, this word could not have been deliberately written by Liang Chuan, and he felt a cold sweat in his heart.

When Song Zhixian saw this word, a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, if his students wrote such words, they would never stop if they didn't break his hands! He thought to himself that if it was really not written like this on purpose, it would basically be useless, and how many readers he had seen had never seen such a word.

Liang Chuan wrote a few words, and his eyes quietly glanced at the two people next to him. I saw that Xin Wuxian's face was red, and Song Zhixian's old face was so black that he couldn't see his expression. Liang Chuan didn't dare to write anymore, put his pen aside, like a student who had made a mistake, his face was red, and he stood back in his original position, waiting for the teacher's criticism.

Song Guangdou sighed, "I wanted to ask you why you don't make a name for yourself, at least for the county, but today I saw your word, alas, even though you have thousands of poems, but if you want to achieve something in the imperial examination, don't practice this word, this official has already advised you to break this idea." ”

Liang Chuan smiled bitterly, he didn't think about robbing other people's jobs, "Xiaomin knows that he is two pounds, and he doesn't dare to come to offer ugliness." ”

Song Guangdou said: "Liang Chuan, this official told you that although you can't write this character well, if you want to develop in the direction of the imperial examination, go back and practice hard for ten years, he will definitely become famous in the world one day." If you don't want to, you don't have to be obsessed with this way, write and write words, just like you said, with your poem, it can be passed down for thousands of years. ”

Hey? This old official is quite open-minded, and other people generally persuade themselves to be good, practice calligraphy well, and go back to take a meritorious test.

Song Guangdou continued: "Talent is higher than the sky, but you are willing to be lonely here? ”

Liang Chuan said with a smile: "That's naturally not, the motherland has so many beautiful rivers and mountains, I haven't measured it yet, my wish in this life is to go through the mountains and rivers of the Great Song Dynasty, and I will never grow old here, if so, then I might as well die if I am here again!" ”

"Okay, it's not too early, you go back to rest early, my old bones are not good, I don't feel comfortable sleeping for a while, you can go by yourself." Song Zhixian yawned and sent off the guest nakedly.

Song Zhixian originally wanted to test Liang Chuan, if this posterity is real, then he will at least be able to Jinluan face saint in the future, and he has already planned to take him under the door, he will hang the name of a teacher every day, and he can also be greatly famous, and now the scholars are all called the protégés of the Son of Heaven, but from which examiner came out, this origin still has to be discussed. He just took a fancy to Liang Chuan, who knows that word, hey, it's better to die, at least he may not be able to live at that time.

"Master Zhixian, the kid still has one more matter, I don't know if to say it?"

"Just say it when you come."

"He Lu Village will soon have its own school, and then He Lu students will not charge any money for them to come to study for free, but not charging money is only a temporary measure, the boy may not be able to maintain this situation after a hundred years, education is a great plan for a thousand years, and it is a great plan for a thousand years, the kid wants to do this thing all the time, but it is not possible to rely on the kid alone."

Song Guangdou held the tea in the air and looked at Liang Chuan for a long time. Liang Chuan couldn't figure out what this veteran of officialdom was thinking, and he didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of this old fox for too long.

Xin Wuxi was suddenly solemn, what kind of person he had encountered, this person was so complicated. Transcendent in knowledge, brilliant in writing, but words can only go with the flow. But there is an ancient way of cultivating talents for the world, heh, a flat-headed grass people, who will spend a lot of energy to run education.

Song Guangdou thought about it for a while, if this matter is done well, and in the name of the government, he will be able to leave a heavy mark in history in the future, at least the people on this side will really know that they have made great efforts in this matter.

"Go on."

"The kid said a bold idea, behind the address of He Lu Academy, there is a barren mountain. It's a pity that this land is barren, and no one is going to plant, can the county government classify it as a school public business, the kid is confident that he will reclaim this land as a school field one day, register and delete it, and all the harvests will be used for the school, which will not worry about the resources of the school for a hundred years. In this way, there is no need to occupy private land, but also to reclaim mountains and increase the area of cultivated land. ”

"Why are you doing that?" Song Zhixian seems to recall something, something that exists in the depths of his memory, when he packed up his cage and went to Beijing to take the test that year, his teacher told him, but dozens of things are not coming, and he seems to have forgotten his original intention.

Liang Chuan squinted and smiled, and smiled without a hint of selfishness: "He Lu's Baozheng made this request to me, but I couldn't push it, so I did it." ”

The living room was quiet for a long time.

Song Zhixian sighed for no reason, Liang Chuan's heart tightened, could it be that this matter was yellow. Then he only said to Liang Chuan: "The future is terrifying." ”

Confused Liang Chuan again, what is this subtext?

"I see, go back."

Liang Chuan and the two of them didn't dare to make a mistake, so they respectfully asked Song Zhixian for a peace and withdrew. In the county government compound, Li Chengfu was also encountered. The old boy walked around the yard like an ant on a hot pot.

"Lao Zheng, what are you doing?"

"The county magistrate called you in, what are you doing?" Zheng Fucheng's eyes widened, staring directly at Liang Chuan, and then added: "Don't make trouble!" ”

"I didn't say anything, just said that you have a stable personality, do things well, and give me a lot of help in spirit and life, without you I would have been cold, that's all." Liang Chuan glanced at him and said.

Li Chengfu was also too simple-minded, so he actually believed it, and he was so happy that his mouth was like a fool.