Whether it's deep self-blame and guilt for being sick, or not being sick for her children and grandchildren to pretend to be sick with her mouth, it's always a good expediency.

But on the contrary, Mrs. Min was in front.

"Sickness" is a means of showing weakness to the enemy, and once it is left behind, it will not be easy to use it again.

If she pretends to be sick again at this moment, not only will it be useless, but it will provoke a ridicule from the visitors.

The old lady of the Yang family frowned and said angrily: "She will pick the time!" ”

The maids and wives on the left and right hung their heads and did not dare to come out.

When the old lady of the Yang family was angry with Mrs. Min, the other rooms of the Yang family gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

If you continue to be scolded, it will not work, the long house has caused trouble, regardless of reputation and face, but they can't sink into the water together.

Speaking of which, the ancestor and his wife have passed away for many years, and several old ladies have also disappeared one after another, so it is reasonable that they should have separated a long time ago.

The Yang family has never been separated, to make it clear, it is the glory accumulated by each reluctant first few generations, once it is divided, those glory are all long-term houses, how much can they touch?

At that time, there was no separation due to profit, but now, it is natural to divide the family due to profit.

These movements of the Yang family are unknown to the outside, and the spectators are doing their own work, and what they talk about is not only the parents, but when the Yang family will make a noise.

In the Guozi Prison, the doctors gathered together, and in their words, there were mostly "pity", especially those who had taught Wang Lang, and they were more and more emotional.

Wang Lang came to Guozijian today to get the results of the monthly list, as far as he is concerned, he will not be able to set foot here in the future, and he has been instructed by the people of the city for a few days, and then he comes to face his fellow students, and he doesn't seem to be so reluctant.

And classmates, whether they get along well on weekdays or not, some are embarrassed, some are at a loss, but none of them fall into the well in person.

To put it bluntly, it is not a matter of accumulating virtue in words, but that there are wrongs and debts, and if they demonstrate against Wang Lang here, and it reaches the ears of the sacrificial wine and the doctors, it will damage themselves.

Anyway, Wang Lang can't enter the officialdom in his life, so why should he lose himself for a "down-and-out scholar"?

Although no one said anything inappropriate, they all kept their distance from Wang Lang and did not come forward to talk.

Wang Lang didn't say clearly for a while whether he minded or not, he only covered his head and packed up his things and walked outside.

Autumn is already strong, and the wind blowing through the hall is cool on the body.

Going out along the corridor, turning a corner, Wang Lang met Ji Zhicheng head-on.

Both of them were a little surprised, and they each paused.

Ji Zhicheng came back to his senses first, did not evade, walked straight to Wang Lang, and said: "I have read your policy article this time, and it is very well written, which is quite enlightening to me. ”

Wang Lang's eyes tightened suddenly.

In the past, he was not familiar with Ji Zhicheng, one studied hard, the other wasted time, and his background was very different, he was not a person all the way, and he was a "nodding friend".

When Ji Zhicheng and Xu Lingyi got engaged, Wang Lang and him both avoided it, so as not to call some classmates with ulterior motives to see jokes.

Although he had never discussed the agreement, Ji Zhicheng's "avoidance" made Wang Lang sigh privately "this person is a gentleman".

But Wang Lang never thought that when something happened to the Wang family, the classmate who would take the initiative to talk to him was Ji Zhicheng.

thought that it would not be easy for a friend who had made good friends to give him a friendly smile at this time, but he didn't expect that Ji Zhicheng, who had no friendship with him, would be so frank and straightforward.

Moreover, what Ji Zhicheng said was not "sympathy" or "persuasion", but recognition, and recognized the results of his years of hard study.

This is a great affirmation for a scholar.

Wang Lang couldn't help laughing, and his shoulders, which were stiff at first, relaxed: "I have read all your monthly exam articles this year, and I have made great progress, and many of your ideas are very insightful, and I have also been inspired a lot." ”

Ji Zhicheng also smiled, waved his hand to Wang Lang, and continued to walk forward, as if this conversation was just a casual encounter with a "homely", not deliberately.

It was this casualness that made Wang Lang feel more and more that Ji Zhicheng's words were from the heart, rather than seeing him in trouble and caring a few words.

Wang Lang glanced at his back and thought, Ji Zhicheng is really good, and it was right for Miss Xu to marry him.

Out of the country, Wang Lang was a little at a loss for a while, the Wang family did not sell the house, he had a home to go back to, but he couldn't see the way forward.

A palanquin stopped in front of him, the side curtains ajar ajar, revealing a woman's face.

"Childe, where is the Ningguo Mansion going?"

Wang Lang came back to his senses and pointed the way.

The woman shook her head with a smile, and handed a folded piece of paper from the sedan chair: "Childe is not right, this is it." ”

Wang Lang subconsciously took it, the curtain fell, and the sedan chair left without stopping, so he had to open the note paper and look at an address written on it.

Xu is the road ahead is boundless, Wang Lang hesitated for a while, but still looked for the address according to the address.

The small alley twisted and turned, and he finally stopped outside an inconspicuous house, reached out and knocked on the door.

The one who opened the door was listening to the wind, and when he saw Wang Lang, he didn't have much surprise, turned sideways and invited someone in, and said, "Our master is waiting for his son." ”

Jiang Muyuan sat in the patio, his ears were good, Wang Lang heard it as soon as he knocked on the door, and when he saw someone, he motioned for the other party to sit down as well.

Wang Lang was a little restrained: "I don't know what guidance the little grandfather has?" ”

Jiang Muyuan said with a smile: "I heard that you have a lot of ideas about your strategy this time, can you let me read it?" ”

Wang Lang handed over the article, still apprehensive in his heart, he knew that Jiang Muyuan would not invite him here just for the sake of the article.

Jiang Muyuan read it very carefully, and he had also read several of Wang Lang's strategies in his previous life, all of which were written by the other party many years after he became an official, which was different from today's level, but one of the ideas in the same vein can still be seen.

He raised his head and said, "I can see that you have asked Dr. Zheng a lot of advice, and there are some shadows of him writing strategies in your articles." ”

Wang Lang was stunned.

Jiang Muyuan said again: "I don't know if you have read the articles of the prisoners who entered Beijing from other countries, many of their views are very different from those of the prisoners who grew up in Beijing like you. ”

Wang Lang nodded in agreement: "Different circumstances, different opinions. ”

Jiang Muyuan handed the article back to Wang Lang, took a sip of tea, and cut to the chase: "You can no longer be a prisoner, and you won't be able to enter the imperial examination in the future, and your family business has been donated, have you ever thought about how you will live in the future?" ”

Wang Lang lowered his eyes, not that it was difficult to speak, but that he really didn't understand it.

Jiang Muyuan didn't urge him to answer, but he didn't hurry up and said slowly: "A person can't choose his background and parents, but he can choose the path he wants to take.

You may think that I am standing up straight and speaking without backache, and I am a winner in the ability to reincarnate.

But you see, we are also relatives of the emperor and the country, and Sun Ke and I have chosen completely different paths, which does not involve right or wrong, nor does it affect brotherly feelings, but is just everyone's choice.

You're talented, you're young, and you still have a choice. ”

The tone of these words was sincere, Wang Lang looked up in surprise, and after a while, he smiled and said: "Today, the people who sincerely want to pull in the next one are two people who have not had a deep relationship before, especially you, the little grandfather." ”

Jiang Muyuan also laughed when he heard this, thought for a while, and asked, "The other, isn't it Ji Zhicheng?" ”