The old man of the Tang family, Tang Ne, was afraid of his wife like a tiger, and he immediately lowered his head and whispered: "It's not Zongzhi's meaning, he wants to open a academy in his hometown and become a mountain chief, what can I do." ”

The husband carried the brother-in-law out, and Mrs. Tang naturally didn't say anything, so she sneered in her nose: "My brother's talent is the best in the world, he wants to accept students, and some of them are young talents sent to the door. It's just right that he's not coming, and I don't want to see his demented face yet! It's just that this person is an ignorant rammer, and the end is annoying. ”

In a fit of rage, Mrs. Tang ripped off another yak tail.

"Yes, yes, Madame." Tang Nelian echoed. I think that back then, the Tang family was just a middle-class family, and because they married the granddaughter of Yang Tinghe, the first assistant of the dynasty, they became a first-class family in Shu. Now, the Yang family has long since fallen, but Tang Fu is especially there, and Tang Ne is afraid of his wife, and he doesn't dare to say half a "no" in front of her.

"What's yes, yes, I think you're stupid too?" Mrs. Tang's voice became louder.

"Ma'am, what's wrong with me?" Tang Ne was a little surprised: "You said ignore that Wu Jie, let's just ignore him, but you got angry." ”

A few maids next to him wanted to laugh when they saw their master suffocating, but they didn't dare, and they were uncomfortable one by one.

Mrs. Tang stood up angrily: "What I just said was just angry words, but you old man took it seriously." This Wu Festival didn't know what was going on, but he wrote such exquisite poems and won the first place in the poetry club. At the beginning, my Tang family let out the words, if anyone entered the top fourteen, he could enter the academy to study. Now, that kid doesn't come to the stinking shelf. When it spreads out, doesn't it seem that my academy is not great at all, and even a fool looks down on him and refuses to come in. It's okay to hurt my Tang family's face, but where is my brother's face gone? ”

She hurriedly walked a few steps in the house, and said hatefully: "I am such a brother, he has suffered in Yunnan for so many years. His greatest wish in life was to open a academy, write books and lectures, and pass on his articles to future generations. Can't we even help him fulfill his wish? If Wu Jie can't be recruited into the clan study, how can I still gain a foothold in Shilin in the horse house. ”

Thinking of the hardships that her father and brother endured in Yunnan, and the thought that her father would not have to return to his hometown when he was old, Mrs. Tang's eyes turned red and she almost shed tears.

The maids and boys were horrified, and they rushed up, handing towels to those who handed towels, and those who were comforting and consoling, and they made a mess.

After a long time, Mrs. Tang calmed down, turned around and walked towards the back room: "Master, no matter what method you use, whether it is tying up or robbing, you have to get that fool back for my brother." ”

Looking at the back of his wife, Tang Ne was dumbfounded, and stood there fixedly without saying a word.

After a long time, Steward Song whispered, "Master, how is it now?" ”

Steward Song's words made Tang Ne sober up, and he glanced at him hatefully: "This matter will be handed over to you to handle, if it can't be done, you will look good." ”

Steward Song complained bitterly in his heart: "Master, this matter is not easy to do. That Wu Jie Wu Gongzi is not like a fool as rumored outside, he is very arrogant, and he is afraid that he will not be able to invite him to study by ordinary means. ”

"Fool, is it a fool to be able to write such beautiful words?" Old Man Tang smiled bitterly, with a hint of intoxication in his expression, and said softly: "The wind is urgent, and the sky is high, and the ape is mourning,

Nagisa Qingsha white bird flew back.

Boundless falling wood Xiao Xiaoxiao,

The Yangtze River is rolling in endlessly.

I am afraid that even if the old man Taishan is reborn, he will not be able to write it. Such a handsome talent, just for the use of my brother. Steward Song, this matter is very important, you have to find a way to do it well. ”

"This old slave doesn't understand, I have to admit that Wu Jie's poetry is first-class in the world, but even if he doesn't enter the academy, it doesn't matter, at most the reputation of my Tang family is not good."

"No, no, no, my brother went back to Sichuan this time to write a book and say that reputation is the most important thing, this is a major event related to the future of the Yang family, and it can't be sloppy."

Steward Song remembered something and couldn't help asking, "Master, but I am rehabilitating my uncle." ”

Tang Ne's face changed, and he lowered his voice: "Yes, there are many classmates of my uncle back then, who worked in officialdom in the same year. So many years have passed since his case, and it's time for rehabilitation. Zong Zhi is now going to raise hope in the township, if even a little Wu Jie refuses to enter his door to study, spread the word......"

Steward Song immediately understood, and asked in a low voice: "Master, if you really want to invite that Wu Jie to study in the academy, is it okay to do anything?" ”

Tang Ne jumped up as if he had been stung by a bee, and said hurriedly: "Except for Mi'er's marriage, although Wu Jie is only eight years old, Mrs. has a very bad feeling for him, but he can't pass that level." ”

Steward Song: "Yes, the old slave understands, so let's do it." ”

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"Young master, although the weather has been hot these days, you still need to bring more clothes for your body."

"Young master, when I go to Chengdu this time, I plan to buy a hand warmer for you to use to warm your feet when you read."

"Young master, I think it's better to take a sedan chair. If you are sailing, the wind on the river is strong, and it will blow you carefully. ”

The moth flew around like a butterfly, scrambling to pack things.

Wu Jiedu was almost dazzled by this little girl's eyes, so he helplessly put down the brush in his hand and said with a smile: "It's better to take a boat, you can get there in half a day." If you take a sedan chair, not to mention the price, you have to go for a day, and when you arrive in Chengdu, the city gate is closed. ”

"Ahem, I said don't be busy, there are still three or four days to go, you can pack up your things now, and when you need to use it later, you have to shake the package apart. It's not just to take the exam, and you can't live in Chengdu for a few days, so you don't need to bring so many things. ”

"Hey, Moth, take a break. The lamp oil is gone, the light is so dim, and my son is almost short-sighted. ”

"What's close?" Moth's eyes widened, and he hurriedly lifted a crockpot from the corner of the wall to refill the oil lamp with some tung oil, and the room lit up.

"It's short-sightedness, not near-sightedness, you, always thinking about the trivial things of firewood, rice, oil and salt, are about to become my little nanny." Wu Jie was amused in his heart, and raised his hand to twist the little girl's ears, but when he saw Mozi's serious housekeeper's face, he was inexplicably a little afraid in his heart, so he put his hand down.

There are only a few days left before the government exam in April, and according to Wu Jie's plan, he needs to go to the Chengdu Yamen three days in advance to register.

The qualifications for the prefectural examination are the same as those for the county examination, and five candidates or one student are required to be sure.

Wu Jie has only been in this world for more than a month, and he doesn't know anyone, so naturally he can't find anyone to guaranture. However, I have also participated in the county examination and know the procedure. It's really not good, write a post to Wen Tongzhi and ask him to guarantee it.

Last time at the Tang Family Poetry Conference, although Wu Jie didn't say a word to Wen Tongzhi, through observation, that Master Wen seemed to be very kind and should be very good at talking. Moreover, his poem shook the entire Shuzhong, and Wen Tongzhi had no reason not to mention this promising junior.

Thinking of this, Wu Jie had nothing to worry about.

Now, take advantage of these few days to memorize the content of the exam and strive to pass the test.

So, before it was dark, Wu Jie asked Mozi to take out the exam questions he copied in Chinese pinyin and read them. Then he sharpened the ink and copied Fan Wenshun on the paper according to his memory.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen, the government exam is related to your future, although those questions have long been memorized, but you still can't be sloppy.

Before I knew it, the lamp oil was gone.

Look at the sky outside, the sun has set, only a faint glow in the sky. There is a silvery waning moon rising from the horizon, clear and unusual.

After the oil was renewed, an eight-strand essay could be copied, and then it was lit on the lamp.

At this time, there was a knock at the gate of the courtyard, and a woman was shouting: "Wu Jie come out." ”

It was Miss Tang's personal maid Xiaohuan who shouted.

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