Mr. Wen saw the little girl touching the little boy's head on the side, and he really thought it was funny, and he wanted to laugh lightly, but he felt that the young man had no face, so he still held back.

After Yan Yu'an touched Zhiqiu's head, she respectfully walked up to Mr. Wen and asked if she wanted to have some food together. The latter shook his head and said that he had already eaten it, so the eldest lady asked Mr. Wen to go to the bookstore to pick up some books, and said that he was not well taken care of, please understand.

Zhiqiu was really a little surprised to see such a knowledgeable eldest lady.

Sure enough, whether this is good or not depends on who is right, anyway, he knows that Qiu is not among them.

How can anyone be so evil by nature? Maybe I know that Qiu is good, and I don't want to deal with Yan Yu'an, otherwise I can let her touch my head?

Of course, Mr. Wen didn't know what Zhiqiu was thinking, he waved his hand and asked Zhiqiu to eat with Yan Yu'an, and he casually walked around.

At this time, Zhiqiu didn't know if he was a little drunk, so he shouted to help Mr. Wen recommend a few books. However, before he finished speaking, he was knocked on the head by Yan Yu'an with his hand, Zhiqiu was continuing to say something, but was stared at fiercely by the former, and then the young man lowered his head and stopped talking.

When Mr. Wen saw it, he smiled and said, "Zhiqiu, you can finish eating first, and after dinner, you can come to the bookstore and recommend it to me." ”

Zhiqiu nodded, but ate faster.

After Mr. Wen entered, Yan Yu'an stared at the drunken young man in front of him and said: "Xiao Zhiqiu, this Mr. Wen has a university question, even my father said that his knowledge is very high, I don't know how high it is, anyway, I have read many books, you have learned to write and poetry for a period of time, or my father forced you to learn, what books can you recommend? I see that you have drunk too much, why do you think about recommending books to Mr. Wen, how many can you read?" The girl said while gesturing.

Zhiqiu sighed in his heart, how can there be such a despised person, forget it, this is a normal eldest lady, what kind of wide-eyed pretending to be innocent or something like that, it can only make me feast my eyes. He didn't say anything, just kept his head down to eat.

After Mr. Wen entered the bookstore, he went directly to the innermost part of the bookstore as usual, and this is where the latest batch of books is placed.

Because the Yuanqing Empire was still martial, the number of literati was actually small, and the kind of scholars who actually studied knowledge were even rarer, so it was rare for people to write books, so the number of books published was not large, which is why Mr. Wen only came to the bookstore every once in a while.

Mr. Wen never reads ancient texts, and no one knows why.

Although the status of literati has never been high, many scholars still want to change their destiny through the imperial examination every year, and everyone wants to become a ruler through the imperial examination. Compared with joining the army, it is obvious that being a literati and eating and drinking will at least not lose your head. But it is also contradictory, Shoufu is also a literati, and he also climbed up step by step from the imperial examination, it stands to reason that he should vigorously support the literati, but he has not reformed the system in recent years, and the number of places in the imperial examination every year should be as many or as many as the number of places in the state.

Even after the death of the first emperor, Shoufu did not go against his wishes, and still followed the previous emperor's ruling method, emphasizing military force over literature, and the treatment given to military generals was still heavy.

This is also the reason why Shangzhu Guo, who commanded the military attaché, has never turned against Shousuke.

Although the proportion of civilian officials has increased in recent years, there are always many more military attaches in Yuanqing than civilian officials, and in the border areas, the political envoys sometimes do not even have the right to speak, only the commanders have always acted arbitrarily and willfully, so often because of the decrees issued, the border areas are sometimes disordered in law and order, and the people are not able to make a living. Last year, more than a dozen political envoys jointly sent a letter to the imperial court, saying that they wanted to weaken the power of the local commanders, otherwise the local authorities would not be able to manage at all.

Especially last year, there was an old man who sat on the coffin directly from the southwest, all the way, and was carried to Beijing for a whole month. At that time, after arriving in the capital, he was gray-faced and shriveled, and he didn't even look like a person.

The old man went all the way into the palace, and even the Praetorian Guards didn't dare to stop him.

Because they all know that the old man surnamed Rong is the master who even the first emperor can't do anything about him. The old man has a bad temper, but the ability to govern hundreds of officials and deal with government affairs is indeed very strong, according to secret news, if it weren't for the first emperor in the worst days, the old man Rong also scolded the first emperor, maybe the position of the first assistant of the cabinet may have to change hands, the first emperor at that time was so angry that he vomited blood, directly let the old man never be allowed to serve in Beijing, and sent him to the southwesternmost frontier as a political envoy.

The whole capital knew about this, because the old man Rong was scolded at a court meeting that winter...

Last year, when the old man sat on the coffin and entered Beijing, he made it clear that he wanted the emperor to see him, and the emperor didn't want to chill the old man's heart.

It is said that on the day he left Beijing, the emperor sighed several times.

It was rumored in the court and in the middle that the emperor was afraid of being scolded by this patriarch at the beginning, but fortunately, the old man did not scold the new emperor, but simply said his own demands, and did not have any other words.

And when Rong Hongzhen left Beijing on the first day, the small study issued an order: immediately after receiving the holy decree, cancel the command of the capital of Liangzhou, Wang Shun, for half of the command of the army, and divide the tiger charm into two, and hand over the other to the political envoy Rong Hongzhen, Rong Hongzhen has the right to transfer half of the troops of Liangzhou.

Since then, Rong Hongzhen has never passed a secret letter to the small study in the capital.

But this is only a microcosm, especially the helplessness of local literati in power.

The situation of the central government is relatively better, because there is a first assistant.

And the reason why Mr. Wen comes to the bookstore every few weeks or months is because new books will arrive. And there are various types in the book, people who fall in love with foxes and foxes, rivers and lakes fighting with knives and guns, and a certain reader's ideological commentary on the sage.

However, there are almost no books that belong to the readers themselves.

So Mr. Wen will read it every once in a while, he hopes to see the book that belongs to the reader himself, but he has been in Suzhou for three years, and there is no one.

Even so, Mr. Wen still has to come, because he still doesn't believe that he is wrong, even if Ji Zhengyi said that day that "gentlemen are not indisputable", he was a little shaken, but after thinking about it for a few days, Mr. Wen still felt that he was still right, so he had to wait.

Wait for a book, wait for a book for the morality of the reader.

When Mr. Wen took a cursory look at the new book during this period, he shook his head and was about to go out, but he caught a glimpse of a few words on the table in the middle: soldiers are coming.

He stopped, took a closer look, and after a few minutes, he shook his head again.

The words look good, strong and powerful, and three points into the wood. It is true that only people with an atmosphere in their hearts can write, but if you look closely, the lines are not soft enough, and the rigidity is overemphasized, but there is no soft component in it.

Therefore, it can only be said that there is rigidity in the words, but it has not reached the realm of rigidity and softness, and can barely reach the level of six or seven points.

After Mr. Wen came out, he saw Zhiqiu, who was still eating hard, so he quipped: "Why are you still eating, I'm still waiting for you to recommend it to me." ”

After hearing this, the eldest lady hurriedly snatched Zhiqiu's rice bowl, looked at Zhiqiu's greasy mouth, knocked Zhiqiu's head again, and motioned to Mr. Wen with her eyes to the side, asking him to move smaller.

Zhiqiu was puzzled, and he was still chewing the food in his mouth, but he turned his head and smirked at Mr. Wen, waving his hand to wait for him.

Mr. Wen laughed when he saw it, and said that he was not in a hurry, it was not too late.

After Zhiqiu finished the last bite of food, he burped fiercely, which made Yan Yu'an roll of his eyes again.

This little Zhiqiu is indeed a rice bucket.

Zhiqiu cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Wen, some time ago, a young man came to my store to buy books. ”

"Correct, it's not your shop, it's mine!" Yan Yu'an interrupted him.

Zhiqiu laughed twice, didn't argue with her, and continued: "Yes, yes, it's the eldest lady's shop." And then the man was also very interesting, and as soon as he came up, he asked me if I had any kind of books, and I was such a clever and intelligent teenager, of course, that I knew what kind of books he wanted, so I took him into a pile of dusty books. ”

Yan Yu'an didn't seem to be able to listen to Zhiqiu's words, his eyes glanced at Zhiqiu coldly, and asked him to say the point.

Zhiqiu nodded and continued: "As for how to sell the book and how much silver it sold, I won't talk about it, I just want to say that I sold a very good book to him!"

Mr. Wen and Yan Yu'an both looked at him, in fact, even the eldest lady didn't know which book Xiao Zhiqiu sold to the young man at that time, because it was wrapped in a cloth bag.

"That book has no name, but I vaguely remember that it should have been written by a reader, and the whole article is about the history of Nanchen, but this text is not so general and pedantic, it stands to reason that if it is written by a court writer, it must be a song praising Nanchen, and it will not say a little about Nanchen, but this book is a thoughtful criticism of Nanchen's history, which talks about the good and bad, and all of them are reasonable. Zhiqiu said slowly.

Mr. Wen's eyes widened slightly, but Yan Yu'an squinted.

The eldest lady thought to herself, "How does this little Zhiqiu know the contents of that book?" But she just thought about it, but didn't expose her.

At this moment, you still have to save face for Xiao Zhiqiu.

This is what her mother told her when she was very young: when you are outside, you have to give face to a man, especially when he lies.

Mr. Wen paused slightly, and then asked, "Zhiqiu, where does that young man live?" I want to go and see that book. ”

Zhiqiu shook his head, saying that he didn't know that man, he had only met him once in the past few months, and the old shopkeeper was still chatting with him very energetically.

Mr. Wen nodded slightly disappointed, saying that he was a little sleepy and wanted to go home. Zhiqiu didn't say much, and sent Mr. to the door with Yan Yu'an, and when Zhiqiu saw the big black umbrella at the door again, he swallowed his saliva. His movements were watched by Mr. Wen, but the latter did not make a statement.

Still a person with a big black umbrella, Mr. Wen was walking on the street, and the moonlight stretched his figure, but he couldn't see his expression clearly.