"Oh, for you," Chen Qi waved the "fountain pen" he had just built in his hand, designed by Fang Zhongyong, and then reached out and handed the pen to Ma Erya. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Er Ya took it and looked at it, and saw that it was a diamond-shaped copper sheet, there was a gap in the middle of the copper sheet, and there were two small holes with the size of a needle eye next to the gap, and the bamboo behind it grinded out a pen shaft, and asked curiously: "What is this?" ”

"Boss Zhongyong said that this is called a fountain pen, and it is an artifact that can write things faster. You can write with a little ink, don't believe you? Chen Qi patted the ash on his hands, grinned at Ma Erya, and smiled in a signature way.

When Ma Erya heard that it was a design made by Brother Zhongyong, she was naturally happy, took the pen in her hand, looked at it, and suddenly smiled: "This simple one is really like the firewood stick that Brother Zhongyong taught me to draw on the land one by one when I was a child, when Brother Zhongyong was in his hometown." ”

Chen Qi was a little embarrassed, and he smiled.

"By the way, I heard that Chai Gongzi helped you set up a family business, and asked you to be a son-in-law for an old craftsman in the craftsman's room, so that you can learn your skills. What a joy, I don't know what kind of gift I should prepare for you. Ma Erya continued to touch the streamlined, cool tip of the pen, and talked to Chen Qipan.

Chen Qi scratched his head, smiled, and nodded.

"Speaking of which, Chai Gongzi is now a man of the hour in Bianjing City. He has a fame, and he is a bold style that spends a lot of money, and the sisters like him very much, Chen Qi, have you ever been to those fireworks Willow Lane? Ma Erya gossiped about Chai Lin and chatted with Chen Qi.

"I don't have the spare money to go to those places, and besides, I'm not a scholar." Chen Qi packed up his craftsman's utensils, washed his hands in the large copper basin next to him, and wiped his body clean.

"I'd love to go, but girls aren't allowed to go to those places. When let's go together, I'll dress up as a man and pretend to be your scholar, and then, I'll pay for it, and you go with me. Ma Erya held her chin and smiled brightly.

"......" Chen Qi looked at Ma Erya's placket, rolled his eyes, and thought about it: Well, Erya still has the potential to pretend to be a man, so he thought about it for a while, and began to grin again.

Fang Zhongyong, who stepped into the house, saw Chen Qi's smile at a glance, and felt like he saw Wang Baoqiang's kind signboard silly smile.

"Brother Zhongyong-" As soon as Ma Erya saw Fang Zhongyong coming in, she hurriedly ran over and followed Fang Zhongyong like a little tail, "Brother Zhongyong, how do you use this fountain pen?" ”

Fang Zhongyong took a look at the pen in Ma Erya's hand. Yes, Chen Qi's talent for making these things is still very good. He stuffed the pen back into Ma Erya's hand and smiled: "This thing needs to be used, it needs to be used a kind of cardboard made by Yue Wenxin, you come to the study, I will teach you to use it." ”

Ma Erya looked happy and jumped up and down.

Fang Zhongyong took out a pile of hard cardboard from the bookshelf, spread it into a pile, and put it on the table, then lightly dipped the pen in a little ink, drew on the paper, and wrote a few lines:

"Tianzhang's homeland is three thousand miles, and the bachelor has been in the palace for twenty years. The palace was full of rivers, and Long Tu came to the king with tears. ”

Ma Erya looked at it, confused by the meaning of this poem, and looked at Fang Zhongyong in confusion.

Fang Zhongyong put down the pen and turned on the Q&A mode:

"This poem was written by a palace Chinese student named Wang Zongdao when Lu Yijian was still prime minister, and the meaning is naturally clear at a glance, that is, crying old and crying official.

and this one who recited poetry together to cry the old and cry the official, and cried out of a promotion, and there was a third envoy named Wang Bowen at that time, and the two of them lay at Zhao Zhen's feet, crying with a sad attitude: 'The minister is old and dead, and he will no longer be able to look at the door of the two mansions——'

It means, 'We're all dying of old age, and we don't have a chance to slaughter it, we're so pitiful, so pitiful—'

But are they really pitiful? In other words, can promotion be sought with compassion? ”

Fang Zhongyong slowly answered, while sketching with a pen on the paper, trying to understand the smoothness of the strokes.

"The first problem is that they are not pitiful. These two, one is in the palace to be systematized, and the other is the third envoy, neither of them is a minor official, and they have not been promoted for 20 years, but because they are promoted again to be the prime minister, they don't have that talent;

The second question is what to rely on for promotion. The level of scientific research, the ability to govern, the family background, and luck. Among them, the ability to govern is the first. However, guess what our official family did? ”

"They've all been promoted." Ma Erya finished answering, and continued with a proud face: "The official family has a fleshy temperament, and he is a good person, where can he withstand three good words, and he can't help crying and crying miserably." Brother Zhongyong, is this a hot topic in Taixue today? ”

Fang Zhongyong looked at Ma Erya and said with a smile: "Erya has become more and more clever since she started writing a notebook, and she can understand it at one point. Somehow this matter has been spread to Taixue today, and Taixue has exploded. ”

Ma Erya brought up the tea handed in by the maid outside, gently held it to Fang Zhongyong, and took a page of paper from the side of the desk, and said softly:

"Brother Zhongyong, it seems that Lord Bao of Kaifeng Mansion invites you to go to tea with Ming'er. In other words, Lord Bao, Er Ya also wants to meet it. ”

Fang Zhongyong took the post with a puzzled face, and at first glance, it was a very simple invitation letter.

"Brother Zhongyong, take me there, just say that I am your little girl." Ma Erya looked expectant.

Fang Zhongyong was extremely cold, thinking of Ma Erya's Bao Long picture in "The Case of Quanmei".

Because "The Case of Quanmei" was adapted and staged by the Pillow Grass Opera Team, now inside and outside the capital, Lord Bao has become famous because of this, it is estimated that Lao Bao has also seen that play, right? As for whether Lao Bao is satisfied with his character setting, I don't know.

But looking at Ma Erya's shy, pitiful little eyes, Fang Zhongyong couldn't bear it. I just nodded. Xindao, sure enough, he can't bear it, no wonder Zhao Zhen can't bear the crying of those old men and officials.

……

The four grandsons of the Han Yi family are all in the elegant seat of the "Drunken Immortal Residence" today and meet with Xia Zhu.

"Lord Xia, do you really guarantee that we can all win?" The fourth Han Ling sat down and asked eagerly. His reading is the most scummy of the four, so he is also the most concerned about such things. This is like a lifesaver for people who are drowning.

"Hey, big brother, why be in such a hurry, let Lord Xia have a sip of tea first." The second Han Gang said with his mouth, but his eyes were also very hot.

Xia Zhu nodded with a smile, sat down in his robe, and raised his glass to a few people: "Don't worry, Yan Shu, the old master, this is the main exam, and it is not easy to provoke." But everyone other than him has already been sorted out this time. When the time comes, you just have to watch out and not be discovered by the examiner. ”

Seeing that several people still had doubts on their faces, Xia Zhu raised his glass again and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, with Han Xianggong here, what will happen, come and come, please come here today and try fresh food." ”

As he spoke, he made a knock at the door.

A "big dish" with a jade body was pushed in fresh and tender.