Han Yanxuan didn't want to see Qian Hongxuan, and Han Jiang didn't know the reason.

In fact, Han Jiang didn't want to see it, because he was really a little nervous. Qian Hongxuan is not only Qian Xinyao's father, but also the young gentleman of Qianfu.

If his father's status in the hearts of the scribes was too high to obscure his aura, he was also a true scholar.

I have to see it, I can only bite the bullet.

"Yes. Let's go. After Han Jiang responded, he got up and followed the chief steward Shen Congyi to the side door.

In the Han Mansion, from the side gate to the small courtyard before Han Jiang, there was a special person guarding it, and no one was allowed to approach.

Han Jiang saw Qian Hongxuan and gave a salute according to the etiquette of the juniors: "The juniors ask Qian Gong'an." ”

"Yes." Qian Hongxuan nodded slightly.

"Gong Qian, please."

When he arrived at the small courtyard, Han Jiang said: "This is where I first came to Han Mansion to live, and now I am idle, and no one will come to disturb me." Money please. ”

Qian Hongxuan's entourage did not enter the small courtyard, and Shen Congyi, the chief steward of the Han Mansion, would naturally arrange it.

The stoves, snacks, tea, etc. sent in the house were all sent in by Shen Congyi personally with several high-ranking servants of the Han Mansion, and ordinary servants were not called close.

The guest who came was a distinguished guest, and Qian Hongxuan came from the side door wearing a cloth robe, Shen Congyi thought that the Qian Mansion didn't want to spread the matter, so naturally he couldn't send ordinary servants over.

This kind of small detail made Qian Hongxuan's perception of the Han Mansion also change slightly.

The Han family has done countless evils over the years, but the rules of the family and the quality of the high-ranking servants in the house are really eye-catching, not bad, very good.

The guest sat down, Qian Hongxuan took out a letter from his sleeve and put it on the table, and then slowly slid it in front of Han Jiang.

Han Jiang glanced at the handwriting on the envelope, and couldn't help but glance at Qian Hongxuan again.

This old man Qian sat as steady as a bell with a serious expression.

Han Jiang's hand stretched out to the letter, and before he could touch the letter, Qian Hongxuan spoke: "The old man has something to ask." ”

"You keep asking." Han Jiang shrank it back again.

"Who did you learn from?"

"Teacher." Han Jiang only replied with these two words.

"Your teacher has a name."

Han Jiang didn't answer in a hurry, and Qian Hongxuan didn't urge, and sat very calmly.

Time passed minute by minute, Han Jiang was thinking about how to answer this question, in his previous life, he studied business management as an undergraduate, and as a graduate student in the strategic management direction of economics, the teacher seemed to have a name.

But it's a name 800 years later.

This is Qian Xinyao's grandfather in front of him, his own grandfather, if he deals with it casually, it is estimated that it will seriously affect the major event of marrying his wife, which is really difficult.

Han Jiang spoke: "I can't answer, just as I can't answer who Daddy is." I said that I was from the Dayjin Hall, but the Han clan did not have this hall, only the place where the ancestors studied was called Dayjin Hall. I don't think the Qian family needs to care who my teacher is, in terms of learning, I don't want to be recognized by the Qian family. ”

Qian Hongxuan nodded, he didn't come to get to the bottom of it, he just wanted to see what kind of person Han Jiang was.

Qian Hongxuan asked again: "What was the first book you read?" ”

This time, Han Jiang replied in seconds: "Look at the picture and read it." ”

"What is picture literacy?"

Han Jiang didn't know how to explain it, so he took a piece of paper, drew a few pictures simply, and then added words.

Qian Hongxuan's eyes opened violently after taking it.

This one is interesting.

Han Jiang drew a pear, and then wrote a pear character next to it. I drew a cup and wrote the word cup. Draw a stone, write a stone character.

Of course, the painting is terrible, and the words are even worse.

It's not important, it's important, this novel way of literacy, the artistic conception is very high.

"Your teacher created it?"

"The wisdom of countless people from the people, the teacher is just a inheritor, and so am I."

Qian Hongxuan's tone of voice changed, and he became more cordial: "I heard that you haven't read the Four Books and the Five Classics, and have you read poetry?" ”

"I read it as a child."

"Do you remember a few songs?" Qian Hongxuan tried to be as cordial as possible, and he didn't want Han Jiang to be too nervous.

Because Qian Hongxuan's tone was kinder.

Han Jiang did become a little more relaxed: "Goose goose goose, the song is to the sky." The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves. Definitely the first song I memorized. ”

Qian Hongxuan naturally memorized the poem and asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

"Well, the flying stream went straight down to three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days. The latter ones were forgotten. ”

It's not that the latter forgets, but that the front doesn't remember. Qian Hongxuan didn't ask about such a trivial matter, but only asked: "What else have you learned?" ”

"A lot, if I knew that I would come to Lin'an, I would regret that I didn't read more and wasted some time to have fun."

"Been to a lot of places?"

"Yes." Han Jiang nodded.

In his previous life, Han Jiang's main business was socks before he crossed, don't underestimate socks, which are not very valuable small objects, but they can produce and sell hundreds of millions of pairs a year, Han Jiang has the experience of taking 43 planes a month, and he flies 170,000 kilometers a month, and is a diamond-level member of the airline.

Qian Hong will see people.

He saw the smile on Han Jiang's face, and he could think that Han Jiang was reminiscing about the past.

A young man is reminiscing about the happiness of the past.

Rare, but not unexpected.

Qian Hongxuan gave Han Jiang some time to reminisce, and then asked, "Lin Lin'an, are you coming to Qian's house?" ”

"No, it's because of the shipwreck. I lost everything, my wealth, my books, my past. Speaking of air crashes, Han Jiang believes that it is even more difficult to explain, sea disasters are relatively easy, and there are sea disasters in Hangzhou Bay every year.

Qian Hongxuan looked at Han Jiang and suddenly spoke: "Sagapo." ”

Han Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh.

Qian Hongxuan asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Han Jiang hurriedly got up: "The junior is rude, please forgive me Gong Qian." ”

"No, just curious why you're laughing all of a sudden. Sit. Qian Hongxuan is very kind.

After Han Jiang sat down again, he said very seriously: "The accurate pronunciation should be: Sai Ah Gaqiu, this is the language of the Greek Kingdom of the Mediterranean, mostly used between young lovers, of course, it can also be said that the elders love the younger ones, or love a certain object." Thank you grandpa for liking grandchildren, I accept. ”

This pronunciation is said by foreign merchants when they encounter amazing items when they purchase items in the Qian family's business. These merchants understand Song dialect, so Qian Hongxuan didn't deliberately learn Fanyu, and there seem to be many kinds of Fanyu.

Qian Hongxuan asked this to confirm whether the shipwreck was real or fake.

Because people who have been trading at sea for a long time have very dark skin, Han Jiang is obviously a little too white.

Qian Hongxuan didn't feel any embarrassment, and said very seriously: "The last question, you said that the teacher is from Wu Yue Qian's family, then let me ask you, what do you think is the most important thing you have learned, it is from Wu Yue Qian's knowledge." ”