Ji Yunfei turned into a guide, accompanied Huang Zhongyin and two other friends to visit the hall, inside and out, upstairs and downstairs, and then invited the three of them to eat and drink in the pavilion.

Although the hall is small, there are all kinds of pavilions and pavilions, which are antique and have a unique charm.

What's even more rare is that in the same year, Huang Zhongyin has never been so happy when he was drinking and talking together, and he wrote three poems in a row.

Han Xiufeng didn't want to disturb their Yaxing, so he didn't go to the pavilion to accompany them, but quietly asked Yu Youfu and Datou to prepare a dinner, and asked Pan Er to hurry up and invite Ao Tongxian, Jiang Haoxuan, Wang Zhirong and other fellow Beijing officials, as well as shopkeepers Wen and shopkeepers in Beijing, to prepare to take this opportunity to make up for Huang Zhongyin's reception banquet last time he returned to Beijing, so that Huang Zhongyin could feel at home.

Shopkeeper Wen and other businessmen in Beijing tasted the sweetness of befriending the official master, not only were they on call, but also offered to share the cost of the dinner with the seven of them. Thinking that there were only more than a hundred taels of silver left in the public account, Han Xiufeng didn't be polite to them, anyway, the family couldn't spend much anyway.

Everything is ready, let Xiao Shandong go to the backyard and tell Ji Yunfei.

Ji Yunfei originally wanted to make friends with Huang Zhongyin, so he was naturally happy to see it.

Huang Zhongyin ate and drank to his heart's content, and sent off the two friends with Ji Yunfei, and was about to say goodbye, when Ji Yunfei smiled and said, "Brother Yongzhu, they can go, but you can't." ”

"Why?"

"Isn't the guild hall almost built, even if people build a house, they have to put up a few tables to celebrate. We will choose a day as well as hit the day, so we will set tonight, go first to have some tea, and the fellow villagers in Beijing will arrive later, and they will be lively and lively together in the evening. ”

Seeing that Pan Er and Yu Youfu were moving the sacrifices they had just bought back to Wenchang Pavilion, and then thinking of the large number of firecrackers in the main hall when they came out of the backyard, Huang Zhongyin suddenly reacted, thought about it and said with a bitter face: "Bowen, what's so embarrassing, I haven't prepared at all." ”

"What do you want to prepare?" Ji Yunfei asked with a smile.

"In order to renovate the guild hall, you have the money to contribute and the power to contribute, and I have done nothing......"

"You don't know, and it's not too late to know," Ji Yunfei said earnestly as he walked in with him: "Brother Yongzhu, you are on the list of Jinshi of the Guild Hall, and you are also on the list of Jinshi of the Provincial Hall." To put it mildly, even the Xiangxian Ancestral Hall has left you an empty stone tablet with your name engraved on it. How can the new museum fall into the city without you, the Spring and Autumn Festival and the Spring Festival group worship can't do without you! ”

Han Xiufeng lost no time in saying: "Master Huang, our Sichuan is not as good as Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Huguang and other provinces, and our Chongqing Mansion cannot be compared with those state capitals in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Huguang. ”

Looking at Wenchang Pavilion, and then looking back at the Xiangxian Temple that was about to welcome the ancestors, Huang Zhongyin actually had a feeling of "recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestors", and hesitated for a while before he said excitedly: "Since the two of them regard Yongzhuo as a fellow villager, then Yongzhuo is disrespectful." ”

"Brother Yongzhu, we are fellow villagers!"

"Yes, Master Huang, we are a family, why do you bother to talk about two families."

"By the way, it's a family!" Huang Zhongyin was full of emotion, and thought about taking out a silver ticket from his sleeve: "Brother Han, how did the guild hall be renovated, I didn't know anything before, but now I know that I can't do nothing, this is my little heart." ”

His tone was unquestionable, and the feelings of his fellow villagers were overflowing, and he would be unhappy not to accept him. Han Xiufeng generously accepted the silver ticket, and immediately bowed down very seriously and seriously to thank the candidates who came to Beijing to take the examination in the future and the officials who came to Beijing to take the examination.

……

Ao Tongchen, the secretary of the Hanlin Academy, came quickly, and the three of them sat down and chatted speculatively, He Heng, the secretary of the cabinet, and Wang Zhirong, a member of the household department, arrived, and then Jiang Haoxuan and Wen shopkeepers and other businessmen in Beijing.

The main hall was full of people, talking and laughing, as lively as the New Year.

The hall was originally a place for the bus to stay, and chatting and chatting naturally talked about this year's Enke examination, and how many people from the 14 prefectures and counties of Chongqing Prefecture would come to Beijing to participate in next year's examination.

In the just-concluded provincial and township examinations, the Chinese-style Zhu Juan, and the ink scroll all had to be sent to Beijing for grinding and surveying by "800 miles expedited", so Chongqing Prefecture and even the whole Sichuan have a roster of new imperial examinations this year, and Han Xiufeng went to the provincial pavilion twice in three days, so he naturally wanted to copy a copy of the list of new imperial examinations in Chongqing Prefecture this year.

There are people who recognize it, there are people who don't recognize it, plus people who will test the first place over the years and are very likely to take the test again, chatting and chatting about Ren He.

"Don't mention this person, not to mention that he won't necessarily come, even if he comes, he will be embarrassed to stay in the hall!"

"Why is he embarrassed?"

He Heng was about to speak, but Ji Yunfei was worried that saying it would insult the reputation of the villagers, so he hurriedly took over the conversation: "Ren He has a bit of talent, but he is not good." Qian Junchen, you know, as far as I know, he was very close to Qian Junchen when he first came last year, and then I don't know why he had a disagreement again. In short, such people cannot have deep friendships. ”

"The same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, and there are all kinds of birds when the forest is big." Huang Zhongyin laughed and asked about the other people on the roster.

……

There are almanacs in the hall, and Han Xiufeng has checked today's auspicious time.

When the auspicious time comes, invite everyone to Wenchang Pavilion to worship.

In the past, the sacrifices were all made by Ji Yunfei on incense, but today Ji Yunfei had to ask Huang Zhongyin to lead everyone to worship, how could Huang Zhongyin not know what this meant, and hurriedly humble. However, he has the highest official position, and he has also been a Hanlin official, Ji Yunfei is bent on befriending him, how can he agree.

In desperation, Huang Zhongyin could only take the incense from Han Xiufeng. And from the moment he took over the incense, he became the head of the Chongqing government officials in Beijing!

The dinner was sumptuous, full of hometown flavors.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, Huang Zhongyin does not refuse to come, drink happily, "Wen Yongsheng" Laojiao is not on the head, although he drank cup after cup, it is estimated that he is not drunk after a catty. When she was full of wine and food, she was still waiting to ride back home, and was about to tell her wife that she was going to Chongqing Hall for a group worship during the Chinese New Year this year, when Mrs. Huang actually took a letter from the bookshelf: "Husband, my uncle has sent a letter, saying that I have found a good mother-in-law for Aya'er." Think about how fast time flies, it's been more than two years since my aunt died, and my uncle plans to marry Aya'er at the end of the year. ”

"How old is Aya'er, and she is going to get married so soon?"

"Sixteen this year, not small."

Huang Zhongyin then remembered that he had been away from home for more than ten years, took the tea from the maid's hand, thought about it and asked: "Which family did my uncle promise Aya'er to, do we recognize it?" ”

Mrs. Huang was born in a scholarly family, unlike ordinary women who are illiterate, and looked at the letter and said: "The surname is Ren, the single name is He, the words are lined, and the family lives in Shenxian Lane, not only has merit but also is a person." The uncle planned to let them marry first, and then let Ren Juren come to Beijing to take the exam. ”

Zhuo Muxian said

Recommend my friend Changfeng's new book on the theme of spy warfare "Secret War Without a Trace", introduction: Chen Miao, also known as Chen Sanshui, a comrade of our party's latent military commander, accidentally entered No. 76, and was mistaken for a shameful "renegade", in fact, he was ordered by the party organization to enter No. 76, secretly collect intelligence, protect our underground party comrades and other anti-log fighters, and start a story of hardship and wit and courage with his friends and the Japanese puppet.