Fang Yingwu's long-term body spent an afternoon with his concubine. In the evening, I lay in bed and couldn't move, only feeling dizzy and dizzy, as if I had just recovered from a serious illness.

It's no wonder that no one else, he was already very tired from a long journey, and he didn't eat at noon today. Then I went to bed and fought for an hour in a daze, and my body was not completely paralyzed. Even his dinner was fed by Wang Lan sitting at the head of the bed, spoonful by spoonful.

It wasn't until the next day's morning that Fang Daxiu was able to slow down and was already able to get out of bed and move. It's also a good result of being young, and you can recover quickly when you rest.

Fang Yingwu wandered to the back mountain, and looked up, in the quiet and quiet woods, his small wooden pavilion used to decorate elegance was still there. It's just that the color is a little older, and it looks a little quaint.

Around the small wooden pavilion, a fence was tightly erected to prevent anyone from approaching the small wooden pavilion. This is probably due to the kindness of the clansmen, in order to protect the small wooden pavilion from damage as much as possible.

Fang Yingwu couldn't cry or laugh again, he understood the kindness of the villagers, but this fence was indeed enough to spoil the scenery and ruin the overall aesthetics. A wooden pavilion in the mountains is not a place of interest, even if it is damaged, it will not affect anything.

Fang Yingwu forcefully separated the fence, carved a gap for only one person to enter and exit, and then entered the pavilion, brushed away the dust, and sat quietly against the pillar with his eyes closed.

Although this small wooden pavilion was originally built for pretending, it was not actually used once or twice in the end. But somehow, Fang Yingwu sat in this deep and secluded environment, feeling exceptionally clear.

Outside the gods. Unrestrained, he thought a lot. I thought about my experience over the past year or so, and I thought about the future.

The most important thing next is the township test in August next year. This is the first level of the third level of the imperial examination, and it is also the one with the highest elimination rate. Moreover, since the beginning of the township examination, the imperial examination has been formalized and proceduralized, and there will no longer be the possibility that the great grandmaster will admit whoever is pleasing to the eye on the spot.

Therefore, Fang Yingwu knew that in the next year, it was necessary to study and review homework seriously, and there was no room for laziness and neglect.

However, reading is a long-term business, and there are still a few things to do at the moment. The first is to visit the business minister as soon as possible, whether it is reasonable or reasonable, sooner rather than later.

The second is to go to the county journal. By the way, I met the oracle - I don't know if the oracle has changed. It's a bit unreasonable to think that he hasn't been in the county school for a few days since he became a county student in the middle of the exam.

Therefore, if you want to go back to the county to study, even if you are pretending, you have to go, otherwise it will be too dumbfounded if you lose your quota as a first-class student.

You must know that there are only 100 Xiucai in Chun'an County, but there are only 30 places that can participate in the township examination, which is called a quota. This is still the benefit that the prime minister is fighting for. Otherwise, with the population of Chun'an, a small mountainous county, it would be good to be able to give twenty places.

Unconsciously, Fang Yingwu sat in the deep forest pavilion for an afternoon, watching the sun set in the west. Then I stretched, got up and went home for dinner.

After resting for two more days, Fang Yingwu went out of Huaxi. Go to Nanzhi Mountain in the county to visit Shang Xianggong. First turn to the south gate of the county seat, and then cross Qingxi from here. Continue southward thereafter.

When he saw the three yuan and the first archway at the entrance of the village from a distance, he did not continue to walk towards the village. Instead, he turned and headed up the hill on the other side.

As mentioned above, Shang Xianggong opened a tired academy in his later years, which was dedicated to the children of the clan to study. And this academy was built on the hill at the edge of the village, so that it could stay away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd and study quietly. Therefore, entering the village is to take the wrong road, and those who know the situation go directly to the mountain like Fang Yingwu.

When he arrived at the gate of the Tired House Academy, he heard the sound of Langlang reading from the study hall inside. Fang Yingwu came to the door of the study hall again, looked inside, and saw that it was a gentleman about thirty years old who was reading with a child.

This surprised Fang Yingwu, he always thought that it was Shang Xianggong who was taking the children to study in the study hall, but he didn't expect that there was someone else.

This academy was built by Shang Xianggong to pass the time in his old age, how could someone else come to teach? And this person looks very strange, and he doesn't know where he came from.

When Fang Yingwu was pondering, the gentleman also caught a glimpse of an outside visitor at the door, so he put down the book in his hand, walked out and arched his hand: "This friend, what are you doing?" ”

Fang Yingwu also saluted: "In Xiahuaxi, Fang Yingwu is also fortunate to enter the wall of the business minister's gate to listen to the teachings. This time, I returned from a study trip and came to meet the business minister. ”

For some reason, after hearing Fang Yingwu's self-report, the gentleman's face suddenly turned cold, "Shang Gong is not in the academy at the moment, please go back to this friend." ”

Fang Yingwu hurriedly asked, "Where did Shang Xianggong go?" When will you return? But the gentleman kept silent, turned back to the study, and continued to teach the child, but ignored the matter.

Fang Yingwu wondered in his heart, this person obviously had a grudge against himself, but he couldn't think of it when he broke his brain, and he couldn't think that he had offended this person.

Maybe among the people he has offended, there are people who are related to him, Fang Yingwu can only explain in his heart. But when I think about it, I can't think of a specific reason.

Since Shang Xianggong was not there, Fang Yingwu had to turn around. As soon as he reached the gate, he bumped into an old servant surnamed Lu.

At the beginning, when Fang Yingwu was tortured by the Tihai tactics in the Tired Academy, this old servant surnamed Lu was responsible for delivering food to him, and they knew each other well.

So when Old Man Lu saw Fang Yingwu, he took the initiative to say a few words, and then said, "The little minister is here to find my master?" At this time, the others were at the bottom of the mountain and the stream. ”

Hearing this, Fang Yingwu felt that the teaching gentleman in the study hall was hateful, and he refused to say where he was going so easily, but he almost hurt himself for nothing. Even if there is any resentment, this is inevitably too narrow-minded.

Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu couldn't help but point to the study hall and asked, "Who is this new gentleman?" ”

Old man Lu laughed when he heard this, "He is Mr. Cheng, not a newcomer." If you talk about the order, you are the new one. ”

Fang Yingwu was puzzled, and Old Man Lu further explained: "This Mr. Cheng is the disciple that my master accepted when he returned to his hometown last time he dismissed the official. It's just that Mr. Cheng left his hometown to travel to Fujian last year, so you haven't seen him. ”

When did Shang Xianggong last dismiss and return to his hometown? That had to be twenty years ago, and Fang Yingwu knew that when King Yu was in power after the Tumubao Change, Shang Xianggong officially entered the cabinet. Then in the eighth year of Jingtai, Emperor Yingzongrui launched a change to seize the door and restore the throne. At this time. Shang Xianggong was ostracized by treachery and evil, and was dismissed and returned to his hometown for the people, which lasted for ten years, and did not recover until the third year of Chenghua in this dynasty.

It seems that this Mr. Cheng is the student accepted by Shang Xianggong when he was dismissed and returned to his hometown, no wonder Old Man Lu said that compared with Mr. Cheng, he is a newcomer.

Old man Lu remembered something and said: "At that time, my master thought that Mr. Cheng was a disciple in his life, and after that, he would concentrate on his career and would no longer have the leisure to accept apprentices." But there are many talents in our county, but I didn't expect you to have a little minister behind me. ”

Fang Yingwu sighed secretly, the teacher-student relationship between Mr. Cheng and Shang Xianggong looked more authentic and orthodox. So much so that when Shang Xianggong was away, he could teach the children of the clan instead of Shang Xianggong.

is not like himself, who is purely cheeky and takes the initiative to stick it, but the business minister cherishes the talents in his hometown and is generous, so he acquiesced half-way and did not object. The so-called study, but also only in the tired house academy buried in ten days of eight strands.

In contrast, I am really a bit wild as a student, shouldn't I also take a form?

In addition, suddenly Fang Yingwu faintly woke up, and repeatedly chanted the sentence "I thought Mr. Cheng was a disciple of Zuihou". Could it be that Mr. Cheng is dissatisfied because he has robbed himself of the title of "closed disciple"? According to the traditional concept, the closed disciple is indeed a special one

Bidding farewell to Old Man Lu, Fang Yingwu went down the mountain and looked for the merchant by the stream at the foot of the mountain.

He saw the farmer who brought water from the stream to irrigate the farmland, the fisherman who fished in the stream, the woodcutter who cut wood for firewood, and the idler who fished by the stream

All kinds of scenes are like pictures of mountains and streams, but Fang Yingwu raised his eyes and looked around, and found no trace of Shang Xianggong nearby.

Fang Yingwu secretly wondered, Old Man Lu shouldn't lie to him, could it be that Shang Xianggong returned to the village? Just as he was wandering by the stream, he suddenly heard someone call his name, "Fang Yingwu!" Where are you going? ”

This voice was extremely familiar, Fang Yingwu followed the sound, and there was an angler sitting firmly on the bank of the stream fishing under his nose. It's just that the angler has his back to him and is wearing a large sunshade hat, so that he can't see his true face at all.

Fang Yingwu went around in half a circle, stretched his neck to take a closer look, and when he landed, he was unsteady on his feet, and almost fell into the stream.

Who is this fishing boss with a hat covered with a hat and cloth clothes and shoes, who is it if he is not a businessman? At this time, the prime minister is as simple as this, how can he have the majesty of the prime minister? He searched and searched, but he didn't expect that the angler under his nose was the real body of the merchant minister.

Fang Yingwu hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, "The teacher is really back to basics, his divine light is restrained, and his cultivation has improved!" Let students have blindness, and they don't know each other when they meet each other. ”

"Nonsense, the old man doesn't cultivate immortals." Shang Xianggong scolded with a smile, "When you returned to your hometown last year, you wrote a poem: a guest by the stream with green and rain, and a minister with white hair. This can't allow the old man not to learn how to fish by the stream, otherwise he wouldn't be a famous fisherman. ”

Fang Yingwu knew that Shang Xianggong was in a good mood, and it seemed that returning to the countryside could also make the old man very leisurely and happy.

If Fang Yingwu was not sure whether Shang Xianggong had the heart to recover before, but at this time, he could finally be sure that Shang Xianggong really planned to retire from his old age, and Wan An Wan Shoufu's worries were superfluous. Unless Shang Xianggong is a hypocrite at the pinnacle, even his eyes can deceive the past.

Fang Yingwu secretly admired, he entered the WTO as the prime minister, and was born as a fisherman, worthy of being a benchmark and exemplary figure among the literati. (To be continued......)

PS: This is to make up for yesterday. Yesterday, I kept reading the materials and pondering how to write them below, but I couldn't write them for a long time.